Thursday, September 8, 2016

A true sequel to Aliens?

I love that movie; someone pointed it out to me as a great study in women's aggression and volatility compared to men's.

By the way, I fell in love with Michael Biehn here; of course, I had a start from Terminator but Biehn's Hicks really got to me. I would follow Michael Biehn off a cliff like a lemming.

If you've seen Aliens 3, you know they kill off Hicks and Newt (plus Bishop) immediately and then killed off Ripley, I refused to see it. I have seen 4 to see how Ripley was back. I hear it's better than 3, but I agree it's not equal to 2.

Then word spread everywhere that fans and her own wishes led Sigourney Weaver and a director to say they wanted to make a fifth movie, one that somehow circumvented 3 and 4 to give a true sequel to Aliens. Including Hicks and Newt alive with the girl now being around 27.

I would be all over that! I don't know how you do it, but do it!! Word is Weaver wants this to be Ripley's ending -- hopefully NOT killing her off IMO -- and rumor has it that Newt would take over the franchise for her second mother.

Concept art is on the web with Ripley and Hicks first, then a grown Newt:

Biehn says he thinks the grown Newt looks like Jennifer Lawrence; I think she looks like a take off of Weaver herself. Don't get me wrong; I love Lawrence and would be thrilled if she came into the franchise.

The problem is Weaver is tied up with the Avatar movies, so people think the new Aliens won't get made. Biehn disagrees and the film does have James Cameron's praise and backing. That helps.

My fingers are crossed!

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Getting my geek on

The men who made these did a phenomenal job. I had to get a picture. I love how great they look!

But I do notice how much weight I've gained back which makes me sick.

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Bad translation video

Someone sent me this link awhile back of a woman who takes song lyrics, puts them through several languages on Google translator, and then back into English. I checked it out half-heartedly; oh, I'm so glad I did.

But hype can ruin things, so maybe you'll enjoy this too:

Bad Translation: Let it Go

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Look! It's the brown truck!

It's like Santa Claus coming to your house!

I ordered something last week and tracking shows it's out for delivery! So I'm staring at the page, reloading it periodically, to see if it's at my house yet. So right now I'm like this:

But soon -- soon! -- I will be this person:

Of course, it would be better if I was home to get the package right into my greedy hands instead of having to wait the long drive home. Who knows? Maybe I will; it says arrival by the end of the day. What's that?

The fun thing is that I ordered something else and THAT arrives tomorrow! Right now, I'm greedy and want it all today! But it does give me something to look forward to. Whee!!

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

More Steve Hanks

I posted years ago about a print by Steve Hanks my mother got me:

I had found it and printed it out to show her because, believe it or not, the girl in it looks just like me at that age.  I even had a similar bathing suit.  And at the age, I kept asking Mom to show me how to make castles like that where you drizzle the sand with some water through your fingertips.  I couldn’t do it; clumps would drop down like bombs onto the castle and she tried to show me again, until I’d basically do the body and she’d do the towers.  I felt so triumphant the day I finally could do it myself.

Once I lost my mom, the memories and feelings the print represents has a whole other layer.  Which is why this one floored me:
I don't know how I missed this one when I found the other. But there I am again, this time playing with the edge of the waves. My mom would stand in this spot while she watched us; the water would bury her feet in the sand. That fascinated me for some reason, so I'd stand there too and watch my feet disappear further and further. If I had to really pull at them to unbury, it was some kind of triumph. I don't know why. Because I stood so long? Because they were so deep, deeper than anybody around me?

I need to get this print at some point and put it next to the other. But I really wish I could call my mom and tell her.