Feather’s gripes and general complaints

My problems with Van Helsing

~ Okay, I know the whole “gypsy princess” thing sounds cool, but let’s be realistic here. Gypsies were (and still are, in some areas) scorned at the least and persecuted at the most. That a gypsy king winds up ruling a part of Transylvania is highly, highly unlikely, if for no other reason than peasant opposition.

~ Corsets were not made to do backflips in. I can’t manage a cartwheel well in a modern day corset with relatively soft boning. So how the fuck can Anna do all the gymnastics? Corsets are movement restricting, so it wouldn’t help her in any of the fight scenes either. And I do not care what anyone says- you cannot wear clothes like that in that time period or any kind of rural area and rule peasants. They’d put you in a hut on the edge of town and call you the village ho.

~ (Yes, most of my gripes are about the girls. I know. Leave me alone.) You can’t get into a bunch of fights, fall off buildings, through ceilings, over cliffs, whatever, blah blah, and come out with the Pantene Pro-V hair that you went in with. Especially with curly hair- hello, frizz? Humidity? Anna is not Legolas. Something the producers must have forgotten. With Legolas it is plausible to have perfect hair constantly. With Anna it is not.

~ Transylvania = harem girl outfits? WTF??? If the brides of Dracula are going to have floaty, cool looking “flying” outfits, okay, but you could do something better with the ethnic costumes of the region, or at the most something toga-based, since Transylvania was at one point part of the Roman Empire. But maybe it was close to Constantinople and that’s where they lifted the idea from? Arrgh. Who knows. (And what is with the collar thing the brunette was wearing?)


My problems with The Day After Tomorrow

~ Dehydration didn’t seem to be a problem. At all. Which is strange, assuming that a) the water from the tidal wave was too gross to drink, and b) drinking water would have frozen in the pipes when the storm started. The latter point does allow for survival in that a few people could go out everyday and gather snow, melting it over the fire to get drinking water. However, I saw no pots or anything that would suggest this.

~ Personal hygiene. “Hey, Sam, I love you too! Kiss me! But ignore the fact that I haven’t showered or brushed my teeth in upwards of a week. And that I lost my suitcase, which had my deodorant and a change of clothes…”

~ What about using the bathroom? That must have gotten pretty gruesome after the first couple of days, what with the pipes frozen so you can’t flush and all. And with the lights out. And it must have been cold. Brrr, cold toilet seat! This issue is not addressed in the movie.

~ Why didn’t the Japanese guy put his hands over his head to deflect the hailstones? (Okay, stupid question.)

~ How were the space guys going to get down if it all went pear shaped and Houston was destroyed or something?

~ Why was Staten Island covered with water when its hills are higher than the Statue of Liberty, and the Dump itself is the highest man-made point on the eastern seaboard? I don’t care if everyone does forget about Staten Island like ALL THE TIME, it should have BEEN there, dammit!!!


My problems with the local radio stations

~ Amanda Perez needs to shut the fuck up. Every song of hers that I’ve heard so far (grand total 2) is her getting over an alleged relationship and whinging and whining about god at the same time. Mushy, identical sounding god songs, and the girl’s got shitty diction “God send me an angew…” AngEL, honey, angEL, EL EL ELLLLLL.

~ Beyoncé’s song “Naughty Girl” wasn’t that great the first time around. Now, after 5674 playings, I find that it hasn’t improved at all. Yet they play it. Constantly. On all three stations I listen to all day.

Feather’s gripes and general complaints

My problems with Van Helsing

~ Okay, I know the whole “gypsy princess” thing sounds cool, but let’s be realistic here. Gypsies were (and still are, in some areas) scorned at the least and persecuted at the most. That a gypsy king winds up ruling a part of Transylvania is highly, highly unlikely, if for no other reason than peasant opposition.

~ Corsets were not made to do backflips in. I can’t manage a cartwheel well in a modern day corset with relatively soft boning. So how the fuck can Anna do all the gymnastics? Corsets are movement restricting, so it wouldn’t help her in any of the fight scenes either. And I do not care what anyone says- you cannot wear clothes like that in that time period or any kind of rural area and rule peasants. They’d put you in a hut on the edge of town and call you the village ho.

~ (Yes, most of my gripes are about the girls. I know. Leave me alone.) You can’t get into a bunch of fights, fall off buildings, through ceilings, over cliffs, whatever, blah blah, and come out with the Pantene Pro-V hair that you went in with. Especially with curly hair- hello, frizz? Humidity? Anna is not Legolas. Something the producers must have forgotten. With Legolas it is plausible to have perfect hair constantly. With Anna it is not.

~ Transylvania = harem girl outfits? WTF??? If the brides of Dracula are going to have floaty, cool looking “flying” outfits, okay, but you could do something better with the ethnic costumes of the region, or at the most something toga-based, since Transylvania was at one point part of the Roman Empire. But maybe it was close to Constantinople and that’s where they lifted the idea from? Arrgh. Who knows. (And what is with the collar thing the brunette was wearing?)


My problems with The Day After Tomorrow

~ Dehydration didn’t seem to be a problem. At all. Which is strange, assuming that a) the water from the tidal wave was too gross to drink, and b) drinking water would have frozen in the pipes when the storm started. The latter point does allow for survival in that a few people could go out everyday and gather snow, melting it over the fire to get drinking water. However, I saw no pots or anything that would suggest this.

~ Personal hygiene. “Hey, Sam, I love you too! Kiss me! But ignore the fact that I haven’t showered or brushed my teeth in upwards of a week. And that I lost my suitcase, which had my deodorant and a change of clothes…”

~ What about using the bathroom? That must have gotten pretty gruesome after the first couple of days, what with the pipes frozen so you can’t flush and all. And with the lights out. And it must have been cold. Brrr, cold toilet seat! This issue is not addressed in the movie.

~ Why didn’t the Japanese guy put his hands over his head to deflect the hailstones? (Okay, stupid question.)

~ How were the space guys going to get down if it all went pear shaped and Houston was destroyed or something?

~ Why was Staten Island covered with water when its hills are higher than the Statue of Liberty, and the Dump itself is the highest man-made point on the eastern seaboard? I don’t care if everyone does forget about Staten Island like ALL THE TIME, it should have BEEN there, dammit!!!


My problems with the local radio stations

~ Amanda Perez needs to shut the fuck up. Every song of hers that I’ve heard so far (grand total 2) is her getting over an alleged relationship and whinging and whining about god at the same time. Mushy, identical sounding god songs, and the girl’s got shitty diction “God send me an angew…” AngEL, honey, angEL, EL EL ELLLLLL.

~ Beyoncé’s song “Naughty Girl” wasn’t that great the first time around. Now, after 5674 playings, I find that it hasn’t improved at all. Yet they play it. Constantly. On all three stations I listen to all day.

Hello-my-name-is-feather-and-I-am-now-a-CSI-addict.

I saved the last season’s transcripts to disk at work last week. They only took two days to read, and I’ve had nothing to read since then due to limited computer access. I have got to get internet back in my house. Hopefully I’ll be able to do this soon, as I have a job interview tomorrow. Environmental activism –yay?- yay or not, it pays about $400 per week with benefits. You want me to stand on the corner in a clown suit and try to sell save the whales t-shirts? Whatever you want, sweetheart.

The hours are weird but that’s fine with me. 2pm-10:30pm Monday to Friday. It’s on Westcott Street, so Dad is freaking out about it being a shit neighborhood, but what else is new? Every time I point out a house I like, Dad goes off the handle ranting about how it’s a “shit neighborhood.” The adjectives never change. He’s all, you can’t be down there at eleven at night, blah blah, woof woof, and it’s like, That’s fine, but what do you expect me to do the rest of my life? I’m not rich enough to stick to only the best areas, thanks. Wouldn’t want to anyway. I like urban areas about fifty thousand times more than anything, well, less than urban. I like hearing rap music from someone else’s stereo, I like hearing sirens at night, and traffic noises and people yelling and talking and laughing. It reminds me of home; in a strange way it’s where I feel the safest. I love trees and all as much as the next elf-wannabe but being all alone with the area empty for miles around (with no one around to hear me scream) really, really creeps me out.

Anyway. Onwards and upwards. Nana is moving from Doylestown to Tom’s River at the end of the month. Both houses are sold and bought. I found this out last night via a phone conversation my mother was having with her old roommate. My mom’s a sweet lady but she’s got this idea fixed in her head that none of us can handle anything, good news or bad, so she doesn’t tell us. Nice of her, and all, but annoying when you have to get all your information secondhand from eavesdropping on phone calls.

“I ain’t been droppin’ no eaves, sir!”

In other news I’ve decided to run for President when I turn 35. I figure if I start campaigning now, I won’t have to squeeze two billion dollars worth of campaign ads into three years. Here is my ingenious plan:

Heather 2020

If I just have that put on stickers and t-shirts and stuff, and distribute it all over the country, in fourteen years everyone will know who I am. Subliminally, anyway. No one will know what it means until I turn 35 in 2018, and I’ll let everyone know then. So remember, people. Heather 2020! Abolish the Electoral College! Term Limits for Everyone, even Supreme Court Justices! Down with the Patriot Act!

Muah ha ha. Am political mastermind. Go me.

Ronald Reagan died.

My dad: “’Bout fucking time, the rotten son of a bitch. I hate that miserable cocksucker.”

My mom: “Oh, was he still alive? Great, we have to sit through this ‘national mourning’ for a whole week. People loved him, but I don’t get why… He was such an ass. No, Heather, I don’t love Grissom! I hate Grissom! Leave me alone.”

My sister: “So? Who cares?”



My mom hates Grissom. This is quite amusing, so I tell her that he’s pining away for her and that she should run away to Vegas almost constantly. Hence the quote.

It’s really muggy out. I’ve got a sinus headache right now, which sucks. I took a couple of aspirin before, but I really don’t want to take anything stronger until I go to bed, since I don’t feel like passing out right now. I wonder if it’s going to be as hot as it was last summer. May was really cool and wet, and rainy all the time, and I thought that was how this summer was going to be until my mom told me that it was just like that last year and how it got hot all of a sudden. Like I would remember that. I can barely remember being hot last year, and that was only because it was hellishly hot on the day that the Power Went Out. (Great Northeast Power Outage, brought to you by the People Who Are Powering Your War!) Ugh.

Have to call Anna. If she hasn’t left for Georgia already. Am slug. Huge, lazy slug.

Also have to call Bill. (See above slug comment.)

Maybe I’ll make ramen.

Speaking of ramen, what the fuck is going on when the ice cream melts in the freezer but the carrots freeze in the crisper????? What is the world coming to?

Wrote to Jeannette.
Talked to Lise.
Made some sort of contact with Johanna (phone tag- I’ll call her back later this week.)
Called work.
Called job-maybe-place.
Saw Kate.
Read vampire book.

Erm…that’s it? I think?

-_- Probably not. I’ll probably forget something terribly important and get it loads of trouble. *goes to comfort self with CSI fanfic*

Hello-my-name-is-feather-and-I-am-now-a-CSI-addict.

I saved the last season’s transcripts to disk at work last week. They only took two days to read, and I’ve had nothing to read since then due to limited computer access. I have got to get internet back in my house. Hopefully I’ll be able to do this soon, as I have a job interview tomorrow. Environmental activism –yay?- yay or not, it pays about $400 per week with benefits. You want me to stand on the corner in a clown suit and try to sell save the whales t-shirts? Whatever you want, sweetheart.

The hours are weird but that’s fine with me. 2pm-10:30pm Monday to Friday. It’s on Westcott Street, so Dad is freaking out about it being a shit neighborhood, but what else is new? Every time I point out a house I like, Dad goes off the handle ranting about how it’s a “shit neighborhood.” The adjectives never change. He’s all, you can’t be down there at eleven at night, blah blah, woof woof, and it’s like, That’s fine, but what do you expect me to do the rest of my life? I’m not rich enough to stick to only the best areas, thanks. Wouldn’t want to anyway. I like urban areas about fifty thousand times more than anything, well, less than urban. I like hearing rap music from someone else’s stereo, I like hearing sirens at night, and traffic noises and people yelling and talking and laughing. It reminds me of home; in a strange way it’s where I feel the safest. I love trees and all as much as the next elf-wannabe but being all alone with the area empty for miles around (with no one around to hear me scream) really, really creeps me out.

Anyway. Onwards and upwards. Nana is moving from Doylestown to Tom’s River at the end of the month. Both houses are sold and bought. I found this out last night via a phone conversation my mother was having with her old roommate. My mom’s a sweet lady but she’s got this idea fixed in her head that none of us can handle anything, good news or bad, so she doesn’t tell us. Nice of her, and all, but annoying when you have to get all your information secondhand from eavesdropping on phone calls.

“I ain’t been droppin’ no eaves, sir!”

In other news I’ve decided to run for President when I turn 35. I figure if I start campaigning now, I won’t have to squeeze two billion dollars worth of campaign ads into three years. Here is my ingenious plan:

Heather 2020

If I just have that put on stickers and t-shirts and stuff, and distribute it all over the country, in fourteen years everyone will know who I am. Subliminally, anyway. No one will know what it means until I turn 35 in 2018, and I’ll let everyone know then. So remember, people. Heather 2020! Abolish the Electoral College! Term Limits for Everyone, even Supreme Court Justices! Down with the Patriot Act!

Muah ha ha. Am political mastermind. Go me.

Ronald Reagan died.

My dad: “’Bout fucking time, the rotten son of a bitch. I hate that miserable cocksucker.”

My mom: “Oh, was he still alive? Great, we have to sit through this ‘national mourning’ for a whole week. People loved him, but I don’t get why… He was such an ass. No, Heather, I don’t love Grissom! I hate Grissom! Leave me alone.”

My sister: “So? Who cares?”



My mom hates Grissom. This is quite amusing, so I tell her that he’s pining away for her and that she should run away to Vegas almost constantly. Hence the quote.

It’s really muggy out. I’ve got a sinus headache right now, which sucks. I took a couple of aspirin before, but I really don’t want to take anything stronger until I go to bed, since I don’t feel like passing out right now. I wonder if it’s going to be as hot as it was last summer. May was really cool and wet, and rainy all the time, and I thought that was how this summer was going to be until my mom told me that it was just like that last year and how it got hot all of a sudden. Like I would remember that. I can barely remember being hot last year, and that was only because it was hellishly hot on the day that the Power Went Out. (Great Northeast Power Outage, brought to you by the People Who Are Powering Your War!) Ugh.

Have to call Anna. If she hasn’t left for Georgia already. Am slug. Huge, lazy slug.

Also have to call Bill. (See above slug comment.)

Maybe I’ll make ramen.

Speaking of ramen, what the fuck is going on when the ice cream melts in the freezer but the carrots freeze in the crisper????? What is the world coming to?

Wrote to Jeannette.
Talked to Lise.
Made some sort of contact with Johanna (phone tag- I’ll call her back later this week.)
Called work.
Called job-maybe-place.
Saw Kate.
Read vampire book.

Erm…that’s it? I think?

-_- Probably not. I’ll probably forget something terribly important and get it loads of trouble. *goes to comfort self with CSI fanfic*

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ZOI-CHAN!!!!! GIVE ME BACK MY TOBLERONE!!!!!
*cries*

Oh, the other shocker. I'm wearing shorts. In public. I'm at the library until... *checks watch* Seven o'clock if you want to see.