Bleh.

Friends! Readers! Countrymen! Lend me your ears…

Guess what I did this weekend! Feast of the Hunter's Moon. I'd put a link there but I am incredibly lazy today (more on that in a moment) and if you're reading this, you must have access to a search engine, right? Well, I meant to leave behind a long, meandering post on Friday to tide y'alls over until I got back, but I wasn't able to. Sadface. (By which I mean, I forgot.)

So, the Feast was pretty great. Bought a lotta stuff, ate three bowls of Noodleables over two days, slept in the car…oh, yeah, and now I am very sick. Like, pounding-headache, already-used-half-a-box-of-tissues, cannot-get-out-of-bed-or-I'll-fall-over-asdfghjkl kind of sick.

Not. Fun.

I would actually rather be at school, feeling well, than in bed, feeling like crap, even if I do have peanut butter cookies.

Which is why I am incredibly lazy and can't seem to do anything but watch Futurama and eat food and read fanfiction. (Somewhat warped alliteration!)

BUT I have a lot of free time today! Free time that I can spend on my new Ultra-Super-Secret-Awesome-Project! I have a schedule worked up and everything. If it's not done by next week, I will be sad and mopey for a few days before I come up with a new Ultra-Awesome-Project!!!!!1!!! 


Uh…yeah. What was the point of this post?

Bored Sunday Review

Let me share my opinions on a certain movie, I mean, book series.

I've been a massive fan of ancient Greek mythology from a very young age, although I couldn't pinpoint why. I seriously dislike it when movies and books much around with characters, especially Hades. Look, he's not Satan. That's one of my biggest berserk buttons. He had to rule over the Underworld because he lost at drawing straws. Practically the worst thing he did in the original myths was kidnapping Persephone, and even that turned out all right in the end. It's not like he maliciously tried to—ahem. I'll stop here.

Again, I'm a fan of Greek mythology. Of course, I liked the Percy Jackson books. Like Anatopsis, it had a pretty good representation of the Greek gods, and the books were well-written. The characters were interesting and the plot was great. They had a better-than-most descriptions of ADHD, too. Not my favorite book series EVAR, but I do have most of the books and I read all of them. And that's my review of the Percy Jackson series. Uh-huh, that's all of it.

"What about the movie?"

The movie—What movie? Um, there was a movie? Huh! Fancy that!

"You know perfectly well what I'm talking about, Omnia. You've seen it twice."

Fine, I'll talk about the movie now.

Yeah…the Percy Jackson movie. To put it simply, I didn't like it. It didn't follow the plot of the book at all, the characters were completely messed up, and they ruined continuity enough to ensure that a sequel movie would never be possible. The special effects were good, for the most part, but that still doesn't make up for the defecated canon.

First of all, the characters. I thought that many of the characters were well-cast, like Percy and Luke, but the Power Trio are supposed to be in sixth grade. That means twelve—well, except for Grover, but that doesn't count! Why, why, why, why are they driving around in a red truck? I admit, if they had returned them to their canonical ages and had them get around like they did in the book it would have taken a lot longer, but it would have been better. I'm not asking for a line-by-line representation of the book, but they could have done it better.

One of my favorite parts was Medusa. That scene was well done and I was cracking Weeping Angel jokes through the whole thing. Inversely, there were a lot of scenes that I didn't like. I didn't like the casino scene, I didn't like the Hades scene or Grover staying with Persephone (There are just so many things wrong with that, I don't even…), and I didn't like the scene at the motel.

The special effects were good, but the characters seemed rather flat and the new plot contrived. Going on a quest for mystical pearls, which are hidden in plain sight all across the country? Really? What was wrong with the original?

Okay, this is a really long post, so I'm just going to end it here. Scha-CHA!

"Omnia, dear, the readers can't see your giant Fate scissors."

Aw, poot. Well, so long for today, my good reader! If you liked this post, I'll do another one next week comparing the Chitty-Chitty Bang-Bang book to the movie.

:)

Dream Dream

Had another dream this morning. I just woke up from it and I do not remember any sort of logical progression in it at all. It was basically me walking around for a while with my laptop, watching nonsensical AT4W videos and bemoaning the fact that my mom got a giant bowl of candy and the only thing I could eat were these tiny mauve triangles that tasted like crap. My cousins put in an appearance, but the only interaction I had with them was grabbing one of the boys and pushing him in front of me while I shouted "WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?" and pointed at a tiny, ratty, yappy dog that was sniffing around next to my pool that I don't actually have. For some reason, my house was host to a lotta tiny, yappy dogs. Also they put makeup on my cat and my mom's nonexistent-in-reality boss was sleeping in my bed.

I couldn't have been asleep for too long, because when I fell asleep my alarm was still purring and it's now seven thirty, while my alarm clock goes off at seven fifteen. I'm also typing this blearily while trying to keep my eyes open for more than a few seconds at a  time, having just woken up. My apologies. Now I must go and… *thunk*

Just A Couple Of Things That I Wrote

"The clock is ticking!" Lindsay shouted. I tried to ignore her. I had enough to worry about right now. 

Wiping beads of sweat off my forehead, I crouched behind the display case. 

 "We've only got ten minutes left to got to the ostrich egg before the beer zombies do!" 

She rolled her eyes. "Duh, Mr. Exposition."

Somewhere deep inside the gift shop, a timer rang out. Not good.

"Oh, for—"