The Hicks Are Coming, THE HICKS ARE COMING!

So, not going to lie, Hills Have Eyes 2? A little disappointing. Also, a little gross. The first two minutes were pretty fucking disturbing, not gonna lie. Never want to see that again. Ever.
Also, Devour? Weird. Fucking WEIRD. But hotness, but WEIRD. Good lord.

The Jig Is Up The News Is Out They Finally Found Me

YES! Styx baby, Styx.
So in other news I've given up. Not, you know, on life or school entirely, just in general. Mostly Spanish, Spanish is pretty much done. And it's nothing personal, really, towards my Spanish teacher it's just that...I don't care. Really, I don't care. Not about Spanish, and actually not so much about my English class at the moment. And really, the only reason I go to science is frankly because there are people there I know and I get 100% on things without actually trying. *score!*
Psych is probably the only class I care about now, but I don't want to switch majors or take the stats class so I can minor in it. Wow, I'm lazy. SHEER LAZINESS folks. I'm sure I'll be all perky and excited next year, but for now I'm just going to sit here and watch Heroes (ooooo, it's kind of exciting even though I'm definitely only getting into it now) and think about the summer when maybe JUST MAYBE I'll get a little something going on.

Toodles duckies.

Tonight We Dine In Hell

HAHAHHAHHAHAHAHA!
Finally got around to seeing 300, and since it seems to be a theme on people's blogs, here' s my review of the moooovie.

THE GOOD

• Visuals- It's been a long time since I've seen a movie so visually stunning. Kudos boys.
• The abs- 'Nuff said.
• The fight scenes- Damn those Spartans were smart. Phalanx maneuvers kick ass!
  

THE BAD

• Xerxes- Why is he a giant? And a pussy? He's XERXES for God's sake.
• The Plot- Not really as true to the graphic novel OR to the facts as it could be, but I kind of lost it after twenty solid minutes of fight scenes. That political plot kind of got lost in a wash of blood and headkicking.
  
• The Sexism- Come on kids, she's a Spartan queen. Do you really think she wouldn't see that bastard's betrayal coming? DO YOU HONESTLY THINK SHE WOULD JUST TURN AROUND AND TAKE IT!? Fuck that shit.

THE UGLY

• Sex tent. That's all I'm going to say. Dude, wrongness.

I still recommend seeing it, at least so you can form your own opinion. And because of the pretty pretty abs.

Sweet Molly Malone

HAHA!
HAPPY ST. PATTYs YOU FUCKS!
Fuckin-A kids.
Gots me a new router, life is glorious. Watching The Depahted (South Boston, baby).

Fucking High School

Okay, so hopefully any random idiot who might be reading my blog remembers highschool. Remember? And remember all of your teachers telling you from Grade 11 onward that they had to prepare you for university because it's all kinds of crazy and they mark hard and yada yada yada? Yeah, well being an English major I though my marks in English would kind of be reflected in Uni English. You know, drop fifteen percent and there's my mark. Yeah, no. I GET FUCKING SIXTIES ON ESSAYS BECAUSE NO ONE EVER TAUGHT ME HOW TO PROVE MY POINT. I just made it, and there it was. Now I have to use proof and then justify why it's important. I CAN JUSTIFY IT! Just only for myself. ARGH!
Also, read the new Authority the other day and WHAT. THE. FUCK. Uncle Apollo?! UNCLE FUCKING APOLLO! Bitch get your little ten/fourteen/whateverthefuck year old ass back in time and remind yourself that that man IS YOUR DADDY! And why the hell is Mindy a dictator?! I thought that was Jack's fucking job. Fucking turtleneck wearing bastard. Is it sad that I miss the Revolutions arc? Even though, you know, there was that horrible horrible break-up? My god, I need to just keep reading Fables... and Cable/Deadpool (look, the slash is there already <3) ...and my last trade of Preacher, whenever ChaptersOnline fucking sends it. *le sigh*
On a side note, we're talking about The Secret in my fucking psych class. WHY!?!?!?!? IT'S A LOAD OF BULLSHIT! ARGFGGH+GHAOIHGOAHG.*angry letter typing*

Go see Zodiac, it was fucking awesome. Mmm, Jakey.

Where The Fuck Is Your Chin!

Hehe, oh Preacher.
Anyway, I know I'm a bit late for Black history month, and I'm damn near the whitest person ever, but we're talking about the Harlem Renaissance in my English class so I feel justified. But see, that's just the problem. For some sick reason, I feel a little wonky when talking about Black history. Not because I'm racist (well I'm a little racist, but not so much against black people...anyway, I admit it) but because it seems like it's something that's sacred to them, you know? Like I wouldn't go to a Dia de los Muertos ceremony and pretend that I knew what was going on. It's a major turning point in their culture that should be recognized and memorialized and remembered (much like the Stonewall Riots WOOT! Stonewall queens). And I feel like I shouldn't be involved in it. But that's absolutely retarded because I'm as much a part of the problem as I am of the solution and dammit if it wasn't people like my ancestors who were up with slavery. Shit.
ANYHOW, that's my rant of the day. Harriet Tubman 4 Prez...even though she's dead. Mmhmm.

Here's a little Billie Holiday to get you in the mood.

Strange Fruit by Billie Holiday

Southern trees bear strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.

Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.

Dirty Dirty Winchester Love

Okay, so I'm watching Supernatural and rekindling my love of the Winchester boys *mmmm Ackles/Padalecki* when I decide to see if Season 2 is soon to be released on DVD. And lo and behold, THERE IS A DATE!...For the UK. THE UK. Now I love the UK, and God save the Queen and mother country and all that, but DAMMIT I WANT MY SEASON 2 OF SUPERNATURAL BEFORE THOSE LIMEY FUCKS! I WANT IT!.....Temper tantrum...subsiding. And Bones Season 2, that'd be nice as well. New Conquests: Deadwood, House. They will be mine soon enough!




P.S.: I am English. I can call my people limeys whenever I want. Dirty buggers.

I Don't Feel Like Dancing

Why? Because I've discovered (well, not really, people knew about it well before I did, but regardless) the height of laziness. DANCE DANCE REVOLUTION FOR YOUR COMPUTER. WHAT IS THE POINT! Yes I downloaded it and I'm kind of addicted to it, but dammit! The whole purpose of Dance Dance Revolution is to stand up and move your legs while you do it and, I don't know, get some exercise. ALL I'M EXERCISING IS MY RIGHT HAND! My first three fingers are going to be goliaths by the time I'm done with this bitch. Pinky, not so much.
Also, I'm now addicted to Preacher. When something invades your dreams, you have a problem and should maybe put down the comic and back away. The last time that happened was with The Authority. Not so much Fables/Sandman, which was sad because really, two very awesome series. X-men is going to happen regardless....God I'm a nerd. HUZZAH!

Welcome to the 21st Century

Sweet baby Jesus, I've finally given in.
I was resistant, I swear I was. I refused to get Facebook, I didn't have a blog, I only used myspace (which everyone and their mother has! REALLY!). And here I am now. LOOK AT ME! I'm a horrible child of the glorious revolution. And I sound more and more like a Communist every single day. Geez, a girl makes herself a Lenin t-shirt and it's right down the shitter from there.
SO! Lets learn some exciting things about Karen.
1) My name is Karen. Not Karebear. If you call me Karebear I will hurt you in a thousand unpleasant ways. Same with K-Fed. Bastards.
2) I am a geek. Yes, it's true, I don't deny it. I have a little anuerysm (sp? ah, fuck it) every time someone quotes Star Wars/Star Trek. I don't remember the last time I ordered a book from online that wasn't a graphic novel/manga.
3) I'm anal retentive when it comes to quoting things. DON'T QUOTE IT IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE IT CAME FROM! Except for those fabulous general quotes that everyone and their mother uses and whose origins are known only to the very bored and very scholarly.
4) I'm a first year English and Contemporary Culture major at Brock. Yes, if you can walk and talk you can get into Brock, but damn do I save a lot on gas.
5) I work in a bookstore and a movie theatre. It's culturepalooza baby
6) Joss Whedon is my God. With a capital G.
7) I've been a fag hag since grade two and I don't give a fuck who knows it.
8) I've stopped watching tv shows when they're on tv. Now they exist for me only in DVD form. I miss my Monday/Tuesday night must see TV.
9) Don't ask me about favourite movies, books, and music you'll never get a straight answer from me.
10) The Midnighter is awesome, even if he did leave his husband and adopted superpowered daughter to go and kick in skulls in Afghanistan/Nazi Germany (don't ask it's a long story and I'll just make you read about a thousand and one Authority/Stormwatch/Kev trades anyway.)
11) I am both smart and hideously stupid at the same time. HUZZAH!
12) I'm too Irish for my own good even though I'm only 1/2.
13) I'm going to put myself into a frightening amount of debt by the time I'm out of school and then continuing on after that. World traveller baby!

That's really all you need to know about me for now.