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Tuesday, 23 March 2010 05:10 pmI really want to go see Star Trek: THE EXHIBITION at the Tech Museum. It closes on April 11 x: Maybe for my birthday. I think if I do get to go, I might just cry a little bit. Because I'll be walking through history. I'll be right in the middle of over 40 years of space and dreams. And it'll be amazing. (Okay, so I cried a little when I watched the bonus behind-the-scenes on Star Trek XI where the actors were all talking about how honoured they felt to be working on Star Trek and to be working with Nimoy, and where Nimoy talked about how honoured he felt that they asked him to reprise his role as Spock, and how amazing it was that Star Trek had lasted for so long and... yeah, I cried.)
Also, I forget if I've said this already, but I'll say it anyway. The other day (like two weeks ago, at this point) I was talking about FFXIII, and Margaret was all, "You know, I really don't like the new Final Fantasies." I asked why, and I got the worst excuse I've ever heard for disliking a video game: "There are guns in it now!" No lie, I actually "..."ed. I actually had no idea what to say. I mean - there have been guns in FF since at least VII, if not earlier (Tactics doesn't count, since it came out the same year as VII, and I'm pretty sure VI didn't but I can't be too sure, because that's the one I'm least familiar with. Well, that one and V.)
It's almost like there's this huge gap between VI and VII. In a way, there is - it's 2D v 3D. What works in 2D does not work in 3D, and what works in 3D does not work in 2D. But it feels like even the stories are completely different - even moreso than Final Fantasy stories usually are.
Or maybe it's just all in my head. I don't really know.
I'm not sure if I'm going out to dad's tonight or not. I don't actually want to, but if I don't then I'm stuck at home reading The Grapes of Wrath. Now, I know, I know - The Grapes of Wrath is apparently an amazing book. Everybody I've heard talk about it loves it to pieces. Even Sam likes it, and, as Sam has impeccable taste, I usually trust his judgement. I haven't even started reading it, and I am most certainly not looking forward to it. It's not because I've heard bad things about it. No, it's because it's Steinbeck.
I have not had pleasant experiences with Steinbeck, though my only real experience with Steinbeck is The Pearl. And I hated The Pearl. (Mind, it may not have been so bad if Mrs Haynes hadn't been my English teacher, but that's a different discussion altogether.) I didn't have to read Of Mice and Men in freshman year, and I'm not complaining. Other people are complaining, because "omg you're so luckyyyyy" so I don't think I missed anything important. Of course, I may have actually liked it, had I been required to read it; more importantly, I may be less reluctant to read this one now. But whatever; can't change the past, and I'm not too keen to, either.
Also, today there was an AP Naptime. There were five minutes in APUSH today where two-third of the class had their heads down on the desk. It was amazing, and those were probably the five most refreshing minutes of not-sleep I've had in quite a while.
Also, I forget if I've said this already, but I'll say it anyway. The other day (like two weeks ago, at this point) I was talking about FFXIII, and Margaret was all, "You know, I really don't like the new Final Fantasies." I asked why, and I got the worst excuse I've ever heard for disliking a video game: "There are guns in it now!" No lie, I actually "..."ed. I actually had no idea what to say. I mean - there have been guns in FF since at least VII, if not earlier (Tactics doesn't count, since it came out the same year as VII, and I'm pretty sure VI didn't but I can't be too sure, because that's the one I'm least familiar with. Well, that one and V.)
It's almost like there's this huge gap between VI and VII. In a way, there is - it's 2D v 3D. What works in 2D does not work in 3D, and what works in 3D does not work in 2D. But it feels like even the stories are completely different - even moreso than Final Fantasy stories usually are.
Or maybe it's just all in my head. I don't really know.
I'm not sure if I'm going out to dad's tonight or not. I don't actually want to, but if I don't then I'm stuck at home reading The Grapes of Wrath. Now, I know, I know - The Grapes of Wrath is apparently an amazing book. Everybody I've heard talk about it loves it to pieces. Even Sam likes it, and, as Sam has impeccable taste, I usually trust his judgement. I haven't even started reading it, and I am most certainly not looking forward to it. It's not because I've heard bad things about it. No, it's because it's Steinbeck.
I have not had pleasant experiences with Steinbeck, though my only real experience with Steinbeck is The Pearl. And I hated The Pearl. (Mind, it may not have been so bad if Mrs Haynes hadn't been my English teacher, but that's a different discussion altogether.) I didn't have to read Of Mice and Men in freshman year, and I'm not complaining. Other people are complaining, because "omg you're so luckyyyyy" so I don't think I missed anything important. Of course, I may have actually liked it, had I been required to read it; more importantly, I may be less reluctant to read this one now. But whatever; can't change the past, and I'm not too keen to, either.
Also, today there was an AP Naptime. There were five minutes in APUSH today where two-third of the class had their heads down on the desk. It was amazing, and those were probably the five most refreshing minutes of not-sleep I've had in quite a while.