No, Spock!

Kaleb - "I read your blog."

Me - "Oh my goodness, this is hilarious... do you really."

Kaleb - "Yeah, I don't understand what you're trying to say..."

Me -"Yeah, don't worry... neither do I, usually."

Kaleb - "Yeah okay but I want to write back. I have things to say. How do you write back?"

Me - "I'll show you next time..."

Kaleb, buddy. See the comment button below this blog? Click it. Comment as Name/URL and type in your name, and type the comment. I eagerly await for your wit.

Tonight I watched the new Star Trek movie, again. I am, indeed, quite a fan. I think I can even say this statement is true regardless of the fact that every time Spock or Kirk talks, I am completely memorized by the tiniest movements of their attractive faces. Anyway, I find new things I enjoy about this movie every time I watch it. This time, it was this conversation:

Young Spock: "I presume you've prepared new insults for me today."
Vulcan Bully: "Affirmative."
Spock: "This is your thirty-fifth attempt to elicit an emotional response from me."
Vulcan Bully 2: "You're neither human nor Vulcan, and therefore have no place in this universe."

Vulcan Bully: "Look. He has human eyes. They look sad, don't they?"
Vulcan Bully 2: "Perhaps an emotional response requires physical stimuli."

See, if a bully came up to me and said, "Perhaps an emotional response requires physical stimuli." I would probably have let him punch me as a reward for his well-worded and beautifully structured sentence. If this conversation were to happen at a school here it would go more like this:

Boy - "Oh no, not again..."

Bully - "Hey YOU."

Boy - "But you just beat me up yesterday! Can't you just stop making fun of me for once?"

Bully - "You're on OUR playground. We told you... GET OFF!"

Bully's Friend - "Aww look, Billy's cryying. Where's your mommy, Billy?"

Bully - "Do you want me to punch you?!"

Now if I ever make you mad, you know what to say to me to let you give me a black eye. On the topic of Star Trek, if you want a good laugh, watch this clip starting at 5:14. We watched it so many times last night. It's so hilarious, really.

Second topic of business. The Oscars.

- Once again, that one movie no one's heard of wins everything. Has anyone even seen The Hurt Locker? I've heard of one person who has, and he didn't like it. I mean, I'm sure it's a great film, but seriously.

- I'm happy Up won score.

- I'm happy Sandra Bullock won best actress even though I LOVE Carey Mulligen. I feel as though Carey will be receiving many awards in the years to come, as she is young, and just beginning to become noticed in bigger films. Sandra has been working so hard for so many years, and yet this was her first Oscar nomination and award.

- Avatar should have won more, but the Academy hates James Cameron... so whatchya gunna do 'bout that, yo.

- ... and someone should have told Kristen Stewart to get off the stage. She was hackin' up a storm.

- Also, the fact that they played Titanic music as Kate Winslet came on stage, was kind of hilarious. Seriously guys?

- One more thing. Okay, so The Academy Awards go over their alloted time slot like every year, do they not? Well, yes... I know the speeches go long, but they do every year. So plan for this, people. Then, next year, you'll actually have time to read off the nominations for Best Picture. I couldn't believe how rushed that last one was. Goodness.

In other news: It is Spring Break, I have short hair, and I'm officially working at camp again this summer. I could go on about other such things, but I really want to try for coherence in this blog. I don't want every single post to be a product of my numerous thought happenings. I want them to be mostly about one or two topics. Mostly. Don't quote me on this next time I have a blog that talks about everything from Emily Dickinson's promiscuous life style to the best Pop Tart flavors.

Rad: The beeeautiful weather. Hometown coffee shops.

Unrad: The fact that most UW systems don't have their spring break for weeks. Also, the fact that I will be in Chicago the same night as Muse, yet I will not be in the crowd.

xx