Mutterings and Abstractions

Hm.

vrtrakowski — Mon, 17 Aug 2009 03:47:25 +0000

Well, LJ didn’t implode after all, and if you come here at all I’m sure you noticed I haven’t updated here in a while. Posting photos, for instance, is too much effort after wrestling with them on LJ first.

So I’m going to call this experiment finished, and stop posting here. It gets very few hits, so I don’t think it’ll be missed. I may someday return to WordPress, but at the moment I’ll stick with LJ.

Thanks for stopping by. You can still find me here.

Normal just doesn’t seem to apply

vrtrakowski — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 03:20:32 +0000

Watching Tuff Turf.

*howl*

I’m too old for this movie. I was always too old for this movie. XD

ETA: They do have a bass sax, though. Points for that.

Good heavens, and Beer brand beer. Who remembers that?

No meme, but…

vrtrakowski — Wed, 24 Jun 2009 03:21:19 +0000

Today I am grateful for the wisdom of friends. Thank you.

Which silly will win?

vrtrakowski — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 02:31:43 +0000

I have no love for either Buffy or Twilight, and I still found this hilarious (it’s a video). But if you’re a die-hard Twilight fan, don’t watch. Snabbled from amonitrate.

First define normal. sigh

vrtrakowski — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 18:30:02 +0000

Thoughts on watching Game 6, in my usual scattershot style:

Not my kind of movie, but not completely boring.

Paisley (??!) has stepped straight out of the Eighties. Except possibly for her shoes.

In the bathtub??

Nice cat. *grin*

I am totally in love with Pop. He’s the most genuine character I’ve seen yet.

Okay, the image of Mr. Downey dressed up like someone cosplaying the King of the Goblins–badly–is worth the price of admission right there. Assuming I admitted to anything.

Protagonist is a freak. Seriously.

Now he looks like he’s cosplaying Amadeus. Still badly.

The lady taxi driver is not a character, she is a device. And her teeth are blinding me, though that may be my computer’s fault.

Oh, this is the Eighties? Seriously, how can you tell until the TV says so? Unless you follow baseball, I suppose.

Also, no cell phone, but that could be incidental.

Plot device with a small parrot.

I guess I’m too used to NYC looking shabby in films.

Why is he suddenly having hallucinations? It doesn’t follow.

This whole baseball thing is just ridiculous.

Drove through a war in Afghanistan. Oh dear.

It’s a good thing that poor girl is a fan too, I suppose. But really, what is there to like about the protagonist? Aside from his curiosity about the people he encounters.

I did like the last scene though, that was cute.

Can no one phone for a taxi in NYC? Does one only flag them down?

Oh yes!

vrtrakowski — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 17:34:28 +0000

If you like octopi, you have to watch this; it won’t take you long.

Look what Cinco made for me!

vrtrakowski — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 02:41:20 +0000

Okay, the haiku are mine–she challenged me yesterday–but she illustrated them. Aren’t they marvelous? Thank you, dearest!

Plus the whole haiku idea is fun. Try some of your own.

Grrr…

vrtrakowski — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 00:05:27 +0000

I hate Photoshop. Hate hate hate.

*sigh* Is anyone out there willing to make me an icon from a large .jpg file? I just want the background sort of faded back. I’ll give you…well, I don’t know. What do you want?

ETA: Got it! Thank you, phdelicious!

Art-ichoke

vrtrakowski — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 22:58:44 +0000

Meme, snabbled from trialia:

We all love looking at people’s icons, but don’t always *get* them– wondering stuff like, “Who’s that guy?” or “Where’s that quote from?” but tend not to ask, for various reasons.

Mine are here. I think I can explain them all…

Recommending…

vrtrakowski — Thu, 18 Jun 2009 02:16:41 +0000

This appears to be a new author, but goodness knows if they were writing somewhere else previously. The skill certainly implies it. Step One by Aaron Cronin is a quick Iron Man story that manages to be both funny and touching at the same time–and that addresses an issue that often goes ignored. Very clever, and a read that leaves me wanting more.