HEWHOKICKSALOT

Just wanted to send out a big 'thank you" to anyone and everyone who's been reading my little screenplay. I am asking with a huge "please" for any and all closing comments or criticisms. I loved writing this story and would like to hear what everyone thought of it as a whole. Again, many thanks for your time and energy. "Oh, I'm gonna go to the special Hell." Rob O.

TAMSIBLING

Hats off to another year - in light of my recent birthday (and the last one before the dreaded 3-0), I felt I should take a moment to wax poetic about the state of my life and where I'm heading, maybe even spend a bit of time wallowing in self-pity over my lack of relationships and even more disturbing lack of a social life ... ... And then I thought

HOBBLEIT

Well, it finished last night. I won't say what happened but it was brilliant. And it had me in tears for the half the programme. I think that was mostly due to it being the end rather than the episode being sad. Anyway that's all I'm going to say. Ok, so now I'm going to give a list of books/TV/Films that make me cry, cos I'm in that sort of mood. 1. The return of the King (book and film) 2. The Ghost Road- the last in the Regeneration Trilogy by Pat Barker. The end had me in tears. 3. Several episodes of Neighbours. It may be sunny, Australian corniness but they sure do know how to tug at the heartstrings. 4. Let him have it- The bit where Christopher Eccleston died. Ok that's all for now TTFN Jennifer -x-

MAL4PREZ

To get things in my fic-world moving, I have split Back Stories into 3 books. The first book (~13 long chapters) is very nearly done, and I will begin posting it after I finish re-posting Easy Tickets on LiveJournal. This will be in roughly a month. There will be breaks between the books, because I haven't written the third one at all. But at least I'll get something up, finally!!

COSMICFUGITIVE

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FUTUREMRSFILLION

Also posted on myspace: OK, So Ivan and Katrina whooped my yard something good. We lost a total of 5 trees to actual falling, and another 3 or 4 to shock. Anyway, I have 2 trees in the front of my house that have been slowly dieing over the last couple of years. Since the Ahole moved out really. Every once in a while a chunk of bark or a limb or two will fall off. Even more often a man will appear at my house on a Saturday morning early (a different one each time) and these men will proceed to explain to me - because the size of my breast indicates my IQ or lack of it - that my trees are dead and need to be cut down and they would do it for me cheap. At first I would respond politely and explain that yes I knew they were dead, but due to divorce blah blah blah. Well after a few times I started to get really irritated, I mean really - WHAT? MY TREE IS DEAD? OH MY GOD? ARE YOU SURE? REALLY? IS THAT WHAT THE PILE OF BARK MEANS? IS THAT WHY THE PINE NEEDLES HAVE GONE ALL BROWN? IS THAT WHY THE LIMBS KEEP THROWING THEMSELVES ON THE GROUND? REALLY???? DO YA THINK??????? Recently I have been answering the door with a smile saying to them (before they could speak) Yes, I know they are dead, and I am sure you could cut them down for cheap, but unless "cheap" means you will do it for free, cut it up, haul it away and bring ME a soda, then I am afraid I can't afford it. Then I would calmly close the door. Well Mother Nature done took care of the me. Last night a freak storm came through and knocked one down. Luckily #'s 1, 2 and borrowed girl were out, so the cars were safe. Anyway, I got home from work, saw the mess and yelled YES! Now all we have to do is take down the other one and I will once again be able to sleep in on Saturdays. Thank you mother nature, you were my only hope! Giggle Snort.

ORPHEUS

Doing a review for a movie like Grindhouse is tricky business. Not only is it two different films by two different (but equally competent) directors, but it's also a complete movie-going experience. So I'm going to go ahead and make my broad generalization first. Here goes... Grindhouse is the most balls-out, audaciously kickass movie experience you'll ever see in a multiplex. How's that? With Grindhouse, it seems like Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino are offering up conflicting theses on what a Grindhouse movie is. Rodriguez's Planet Terror is a wacked-out zombie flick with every zombie trope thrown in and ratcheted up to full-9. The result is more of a parody of what the Grindhouse used to stand for. Tarantino flat out delivers a bona fide Grindhouse flick with Death Proof. His is very much in the vein of Duel and Death Race 2000. To start off, let's look at Robert Rodriguez's Planet Terror, the first of the Grindhouse double feature. As stated before, Planet Terror is a zombie film of the highest order. Every zombie film ever made holds some kind of influence over Planet Terror. Night of the Living Dead, Return of the Living Dead, Dead Alive, Zombie Flesh Eaters, and a hundred flicks even I'm probably not aware of, they're all represented here. Planet Terror follows the formula to a T. But what makes this film stand out is everything that's blown completely out of proportion. Dozens of protagonists, equally numerous villians, hundreds upon hundreds of zombies, needless explosions at every turn, and all that's before mentioning El Wray (Freddy Rodriguez) and Cherry Darling (Rose McGowan), two of the coolest characters ever seen in a zombie flick. It's clear that the majority of Grindhouse's budget went to Planet Terror. Pyrotechnics, elaborate makeup and gore effects, and an enormous cast of B-list mainstays. And Rodriguez adds all those flourishes to make the film seem 'authentic'. Burning the film stock, scratching the film, the missing reel (which is the film's single greatest joke), this is the spectacle that the promotions are pushing, and it's totally worth it. If Planet Terror had been its own film, your money would still be well spent. I did, however, get the feeling that people were taking the film seriously, and that's not the way to truly enjoy Planet Terror. This is meant as a comedy, and it's some of the most sadistic humor you'll ever laugh at. If you don't laugh at a helicopter taking out a crop of zombies, what DO you laugh at? Then there's the intermission. Three fake trailers, two of which I really enjoyed. Rob Zombie's "Werewolf Women of the S.S."? Greatest celebrity cameo ever. Edgar Wright's "Don't"? Greatest worst idea ever. Eli Roth's "Thanksgiving"? I get that it was a goof on Halloween, but that doesn't make it good. It actually kinda sucked. Also, at the beginning of the film, Rodriguez's "Machete" trailer just rocks. It's silly, violent, and made completely of awesome. Danny Trejo ought to star in movies like "Machete". Next come's Quentin Tarantino's Death Proof. I'm going to go ahead and say that I get what Tarantino's doing, I dig it, I appreciate it, but he set out to make a piece of crap, and he succeeded. Death Proof is a total Grindhouse film; it's got a cool hook, a good script, and a well placed cast. But it's intentionally disjointed, wildly uneven, and bizarrely repetitive. And even though Tarantino did all of this on purpose, think about what that means. He made a bad movie on purpose. Planet Terror is at least making fun of bad movies. Death Proof is an actual bad movie. But having said that, Tarantino does pull of a lot of really awesome tricks in Death Proof. The movie is basically split into two equal halves. The first half builds Stuntman Mike (Kurt Russell) and his penchant for murdering girls with his "100% death proof" car. And the crash that ends this first half is a behemoth to watch unfold. The second half of the film turns the tables on Mike when he sets his sights on another group of girls who aren'