Luke's Diner is in Thor?

This was made by someone named Yuri, her blog can be found at: http://lawyerupasshole.tumblr.com
and the direct link is here: http://lawyerupasshole.tumblr.com/post/5132695375 For some reason the direct linking is not available, just copy and paste. It's a scene from Thor, in which, thank you someone else for noticing, they are in Luke's Diner.

I went to Thor last night.

For 20 minutes I was pretty entertained. Then for twenty more minutes I began to wonder if it was going to turn out to be even more boring than Universal Soldier - The Return. Then, Chris Hemsworth took his shirt off, and it was all rainbows and unicorns after that.

About half way through the movie the "earth cast" and Thor walk into Luke's Diner from the Gilmore Girls. I haven't decided if it was the Stars Hollow set, or just the corner, but I will, don't you worry. Unfortunately, whatever part of the set they did use was destroyed by a rendition of the Terminator or by the force of the (SPOILER ALERT) hammer returning to Thor, I can't remember exactly. I was too busy mourning the destruction of Thor's face by a massive punch from the Terminator. So, I think that means there will be no Gilmore Girls movie...unless they rebuild, or work a tornado or hurricane into the story.

Natalie Portman was OK, I'm not sure I buy her as a nerdy physicist, but I imagine most women, Natalie Portman or not, would swoon and giggle in a very similar way if Chris Hemsworth swept them up against his armor to fly her to see a bridge.

Kat Dennings was pretty good too, funny, although not in it all that often.

I'm not a fan of Norse mythology, although I'm also not not a fan, if that makes sense. I was hesitant to see this movie, but it turns out the hesitancy was all for naught. I liked it, I liked the 3D, I understood the plot, they give enough of the mythology to allow you to figure out what's going on and what the stakes are, but the rest is all Thor, the character, and his relationship to everything else, and I enjoyed him as a character. There was no one moment in which he goes from (SPOILER ALERT) war monger to hero, it's almost as if he was that way all along, but having been allowed to thrive in his macho-ism, he just didn't remember anything else...until Natalie Portman, which again, I don't know about that.

I will say I did find myself on the verge of laughter when I thought about the "reality" of the plot line, but you know, it worked. I recommend seeing it in the theater in 3D, otherwise, wait 'til you can watch it at home and can pause it...every time he's shirtless.

As per the norm, it's been awhile. School is done for the summer, and as we speak I am checking my grade, which I'm sure will not be up yet. I didn't do all that great...I will never take a minority literature class again. I like the texts, but I hate, probably more than any other topic in the world, save for gum and bodily functions/ailments, talking about identity. I don't even know where my identity comes from, let alone a country that has a long history of being tortured, villainized, and interned by the great US of A. Moving on.

Literally, I'm moving. Probably July 1st. My roommates and I, at the urging of one in particular, have decided to go our separate ways. This is a big move, but one I've been thinking about for some time. I haven't lived alone since 2007, and even then one of my current roommates lived around the corner. This will be the first time I don't have any of my male counterparts within walking distance. I am both very glad and very sad about this. Glad because, you know, who, at 26, doesn't want their own space? Sad because, well, 1) it's the end of an almost decade long team, and 2) I don't have any other friends. Lame, right? I've been pretty lax in my friendship making since forever, but after The Fallout of 2009, I wasn't exactly in the mood, and now I may learn to regret that.

And more than that, I hope I learn to appreciate the friends I do have, more. I'm a very poor friend. I'm surprised people even bother, to tell you the truth. If it wasn't for my sense of humor, and middle-of-the-road advice, I suspect they probably wouldn't. I generally don't offer anything, I'm not a very good gift-giver, I'm not really emotionally available, I can be pretty judgmental, and unconsciously hold grudges in which the punishment is the withholding of any part of myself I may have given before, so most likely it will go unnoticed, which will only hurt my feelings which will then piss me off. Luckily, most people don't even get close to having to deal this particular level of, what I lovingly refer to as, psychosis.

Anyway, I looked at an apt yesterday that I was pretty much set on. It's a little out of my price range, but it has a balcony overlooking a pool, dishwasher, garbage disposal, W/D, tons of closet space, a huge bedroom, they pay heat and water, I was pretty much in, and willing to sacrifice regular food for it. But, just out of curiosity I went to look at a two bed that was $150 cheaper/mo and had two bedrooms, but is within a stone's throw of one of the GF ghettos.

The building isn't great, and when I walked in I was bombarded by the smell of pets, cats in particular, and quickly lost any amount of hope I had for this place. We walk up the stairs and the smell only gets worse as the temperature rises. I take off my shoes and walk into one of the biggest, nicest apartments I've looked at, ever, accept for the one earlier in the day. It doesn't have any of the amenities, but everything was in really good condition and it has two big bedrooms. I think I'm totally in. I'll get the carpets shampooed, because they too have a cat, but I can get over that. It's equidistant between work and downtown, and is still pretty darn close to the good movie theater, which is the only thing in Grand Forks I even care about. I like the idea of not being at my max every month, and not having to work at the hotel unless I want to. I'm going to be in grad school, and I just don't want to overdo it, as I am want to do. I'll have money to get furniture that I haven't seen every single day since I was 17. I can have one room dedicated to the part of me that still loves concert and movie posters, but the rest of it can look like a normal, 20-something, adult female who will never eat chicken wings again's, apartment.

Here's a photo of the outside, which actually does it more justice than it deserves, but look at that yellow...isn't it great or something?!

Well, I think this will do for now. I will try to go back to posting per week, if that was ever the case.

Happy Sunday!

Parenthood Season 2 Finale (The TV Show)

I just watched the season finale of the TV show Parenthood for the second time.

I want to love this show. I wish this was my new favorite show. A new X-Files, a new Gilmore Girls. It has all the makings of a wonderful soapratic dramedy. A Brothers and Sisters with different enough characters that I see no problem watching the drama of another family I can barely relate to, again. Don't get me wrong, I love this kind of show, and I so rarely find a good one, that when I do I'm just thrilled and will tell everyone about it, even though I'm usually a little embarrassed.

As an avid Gilmore Girls fan, Parenthood was on my radar right from the beginning. I'm pretty convinced Katharine Hepburn, Judy Garland and Rosalind Russell all dropped the best of themselves on the soul of Lauren Graham as they left the earth, but I digress.

Here's the problem. The show spends so much time watching itself, that the audience doesn't ever get a chance to actually see anything. What the hell am I talking about, right? Well, for instance, in a scene in which two people are looking at each other and talking, the camera will bounce back and fourth between the two characters, and often so quickly that by the time your eyes focus on a face, the camera is moving back to the other face.

It's really frustrating. I want to see the whole picture. I want to see the subtle facial expression that occur while the other person is talking. I don't want to have to work so hard to see what's going on in a frame.

The last two episodes were really filled with emotion, but so much of it was lost in the attempt to direct our focus to the speaker. I want to control where my eyes look. It's not a documentary, it's not The Office or Modern Family or Parks and Rec. Parenthood doesn't need the camera to be a character - no one responds to the camera in anyway, but we're forced to follow the supposed eye movements of some random cameraman? I can't stand it. Seriously. It greatly decreased the ability to transmit the raw emotion that the episode had been building up to. I should have cried. I should have cried a lot, but nothing.

So, I'm a little disappointed. It's still a pretty good show, though. I see a lot of potential in it, a lot, and I legitimately want it to be my favorite.

As soon as they start utilizing the full range of actors on that show, and focus a little more on the unspoken, it'll be through the roof.

My Funny V

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I discovered yesterday, much to my dismay, that I have been unconsciously, and now consciously scoping out future husbands. I have been a staunch advocate of singlehood since the dawn of my time, so I feel forced to attribute this only to the presence of a vagina, and all that comes with it.

Crude? Perhaps. But gimme a break here, Folks, this is a game changer. A couple of months ago, I was under the spell of what I lovingly refer to as "pure idiocy," aka, a large family, with four kids. If one, why not four, live a little, right? I was out of my freaking mind. And now this. THIS.

Every member of the male species is under scrutiny, many more briefly then others, but it's getting pretty ridiculous. Celebrities are on the table obviously, but I have even taken to googling their slightly less attractive, but closer to my age, younger brothers. Some random tall guy was looking at the river from our fire escape, and I wanted him to turn around...so I could see his face, of course.

AND, on top of that 'of course,' another: Of course, realistic possibilities, meaning not strangers, not people who live across the country and who are not famous, are not an option. That is why I attribute this to a vagina issue.

From here on out, until this little spell commits suicide, I will and must refrain from being, and this is the only time I will reference this in my life, "Drunk in pub-lik." It is absolutely, positively vital that I be successful, or the next thing I know I'm going to be holed up in some trailer with four little tykes screaming for their supper while my hick and I shape tinfoil into hats, awaiting Zeeton's orders. You laugh, but this is serious. Abortion suddenly becomes the only rational choice there, and I would just assume avoid that, too.

Pray for me.

A Doozy

It's been quite sometime since I updated - I've been busy with the damn drawing a day blog, which by the way, is really getting on my nerves already. It's been a month, and I'm just not sure what benefit it's bringing. I don't get any better, I spend an inordinate amount of thinking of things to draw, only to discover I don't really know how to draw most them. I suppose I will gain some things - patience, commitment, maybe a few random tricks of the trade, but I'm not sure it's worth it. I'm not going to stop, but I can feel other interests tickling the back of my brain, calling out, "Amy, play with me. Watch me. Listen to me. Read me. Make me. Paint me." You get the idea. My guitar is calling out loudest, and I may pick that up again here shortly.

My Asian American Lit class reads just about a book a week, and I'm behind.

We made it through season two of Californication, and were hesitant to start season three, but it's ok so far, just like the other seasons. Lots of sex, some drugs, some David Duchovny being very un-Mulder. I like it more than Human Target, but I'm not sure what that means. The Wonder Years is coming along - half way through season two. I never want to watch it, but once we start I usually enjoy it. I told my roommates to tell me to shut the fuck up when I hem and haw over watching it. We still watch Modern Family, Community, 30 rock and Parks and Rec - the funniest lost of shows TV has seen in quite awhile. I also watch Parenthood but my "macho" roommates are too good for that. Same with Brothers and Sisters, but even I'm losing interest in that show - then again I'm behind quite a few episodes, but I don't want to watch them until the seasons over.

What else? I was home for less than 48 hours last weekend for Cobin's first birthday and to try bridesmaid dresses for Sonya's wedding in July. Guava is the color, so a pink/orange color - actually I'll just post it here.

It's not quite that color, a little darker, a little oranger, but close. Actually even the color Guava on the website isn't the color of the actual dress. Anyway, it's stair climbing time. I have six floors in the building connected to mine, so when I get home from work I run up them as fast as I can twice. By floor three I'm usually ready to bust a lung, but it's kind of fun. I pretend I'm being chased, like in the movies. I do not run down the stairs though 1) Freddy Krueger 2) I'm clumsy and would hate to fall down all the steps - or even one flight for that matter.

I bought a Betty White calendar. March is totally cool:

I just got email from a very good friend of mine who I haven't talked with nearly enough over the last couple of years, but with just a few lines, he totally rocked my world.

"Saw your drawerings. Its like I am peeking into the artist's mind and finding chaotic order, the cognitive web that influences each day. Each time I react to a drawing, even if its in my own way and different from yours, this is THE connection. This transcends time, space, and unique experience; an inevitable friendship. A single tear rolls down my face, and I crack a smile as a warm chinook wind breezes through my hair. The heavy snow creeps above the sole, and against only thin in-step fabric--- a warm spring day rises from memory to reality, and I am six, and walking alone to school."

Holy shit, right. Essentially, it doesn't mean much to anyone else, but at the same time it totally points to this weird fucked up world we live in where things can be absolutely falling apart, and then we go and find these links between ourselves and other people, and those links are always there, no matter what, even when they feel broken or when we don't work hard at maintaining them. I'm always amazed at how detached I can be from the real world and feelings and all that good stuff, when I have people in my life like this, who constantly remind me that I live in this world, I participate in it, I influence and am influence by it, and in no way am I above it or beyond it, or somehow outside it. The inside experiences are the best ones any way, I don't know why I fight it.

Guess that's it for now - I'm going to go nurse my philosophical meltdown. Luckily, mine is far less serious than most, and will most likely go away with sunshine.

Ghoul Pool

Well, it's not so much a pool as a bathtub, but here we go. I do not want any of these people to die, but I want to be considered a psychic when they do. We all gotta go sometime.

These are in no particular order, but I will claim otherwise should some freak event occur in which these are in some kind of order.

Andy Griffith - heart failure
B.B. King - diabetes complications
Carol Channing - cancer
Fidel Castro - heart attack
Helen Thomas - kidney failure
Courtney Love - overdose
Harry Carey Jr. - mishap with a "toy" gun
Jack Lalanne - heart attack during sex
Jane Russell - heart attack during sex (may or may not be with Jack Lalanne)
Olivia de Havilland - I won't be surprised when Joan Fontaigne goes first. (stroke)
Kim Jong-Il - for some reason...I'm hesitant to speculate
Nancy Reagan - boredom, after suffering another fall
Mickey Rooney - on a horse...or heart attack on a horse to be more specific
Otto von Habsburg - on his throne, in his sleep
Snooki - punched in the nose, which stabs her brain
Billy Graham - swooped up by Jesus himself, til J-man learns he's an anti-Semite...
Phyllis Diller - lung cancer
Vera Lynn - heart failure
Zsa Zsa Gabor - cancer
Kirk Douglas - stroke

New Blog

Alright, I created a blog for the drawings. I may come to regret this. http://adrawingaday2011.blogspot.com/