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May. 9th, 2005 03:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolWell, I went to see Hitchhiker's last night.
I mean, seriously, it was just... ugh. They took out the bits I liked about it - you know, the funny bits. It did have the odd amusing moment "I'm British! I know how to queue." For the most part, though, it just felt wrong and wasn't... well... funny.
I did like the cameo of original!Marvin. I liked Ford. I liked that Ford and Artuhr were slashy. Worryingly, I liked Zaphod's clothes. AND THAT WAS IT.
Hated Zaphod. Hated Trillian WITH A PASSION. Saw no need for randomised references to Vogsphere. Disliked happy ending. Disliked whole thing, in fact. Christ, they may as well have burnt the Union Jack while they were at it. You know the only fandom we Brits have left before the Americans get hold of it is? Red Dwarf and maybe Discworld.
We're fucked.
No offence to the Americans, as they make good quality TV and films occasion, and I like them! But War of the Worlds is BRITISH. It should take place in Twickenham, not New Jersey. I have issues with this. More research into Doctor Who is introducing a horror of Dr Grace and Paul McGann (American funded film!) and well... now they've Hollywoodified Hitchhikers. Some stuff just doesn't translate.
So, my week has already started off in a faintly disappointed manner. Today has also rather sucked, to be quite frank. I went to history and didn't give in the homework I hadn't done. Then I didn't go the politics.I tried, but didn't as she wasn't in. Then I thought 'fuck it' and went out with Andrew rather than go to English, and I came home to discover a fucking concern slip.
For missing - wait for it - two politics lessons.
That's right, two. Admittingly in a row with no sickness notes attached, but ELAINE put a fucking CONCERN SLIP in. Fuck it. This means that Oliver wrote a letter home and I got a look off my father. I haven't had an academic related look since I was about 14 and didn't do any maths homework for six months. Missing two lessons of a subject I have already more than adequately passed (six fucking marks!) was probably a bad idea. Because, of course, it's not like I have one of the best attendence records in the class. That sort of bites, espcially since I did tell her I was ill. This was a lie, obviously, but I missed those lessons for Collectormania and because I lost my bus pass. That's a legitimate reason to me.
Okay, okay, I shouldn't have skived, I fully appreciate that, but this has just served to throw my enthusiasm for education one step further out of the window. Which cannot be a good thing, what with the exams in a month and all.
I resent concern slips. I resent the implication that our parents have the slightest impact on our lives anymore. ... we would be grateful if you would ask Colleen to see me urgently on returning to College. Right. I'll e-mail him about this one. Damn right it's an 'oversight'. It's the whole indignation of someone who has, actually, done something wrong. Okay, blah blah, I shouldn't have skived. But these were lessons that I have already passed the subject in. It's not like I'm desperately in need to attend.
I am so annoyed at college at the moment and very much glad that I am leaving soon so that I can arse around all summer instead. Except I'll be working. Erm...
Anyway, I'm just not very happy. I also have a Thing on the side of my face that is big, nasty, and TAKING OVER MY FACE. It's like a spot that sort of went wrong with the squeezing (I shouldn't do it, it just makes it worse, but sometime it's the best type of stress relief) and now it's just not good. I look like I have leprosy and it's all just awful. I have that horrible twelve year old inclination to pick it, which I know perfectly well will make it worse. I just want it to go away. Now, please.
Bollocks to it. I'm going to go and actually do some of my homework. Then I'm going to Rangers. I may have to change out of my 'Dalek' t-shirt.
~Hathy_Col~
I mean, seriously, it was just... ugh. They took out the bits I liked about it - you know, the funny bits. It did have the odd amusing moment "I'm British! I know how to queue." For the most part, though, it just felt wrong and wasn't... well... funny.
I did like the cameo of original!Marvin. I liked Ford. I liked that Ford and Artuhr were slashy. Worryingly, I liked Zaphod's clothes. AND THAT WAS IT.
Hated Zaphod. Hated Trillian WITH A PASSION. Saw no need for randomised references to Vogsphere. Disliked happy ending. Disliked whole thing, in fact. Christ, they may as well have burnt the Union Jack while they were at it. You know the only fandom we Brits have left before the Americans get hold of it is? Red Dwarf and maybe Discworld.
We're fucked.
No offence to the Americans, as they make good quality TV and films occasion, and I like them! But War of the Worlds is BRITISH. It should take place in Twickenham, not New Jersey. I have issues with this. More research into Doctor Who is introducing a horror of Dr Grace and Paul McGann (American funded film!) and well... now they've Hollywoodified Hitchhikers. Some stuff just doesn't translate.
So, my week has already started off in a faintly disappointed manner. Today has also rather sucked, to be quite frank. I went to history and didn't give in the homework I hadn't done. Then I didn't go the politics.I tried, but didn't as she wasn't in. Then I thought 'fuck it' and went out with Andrew rather than go to English, and I came home to discover a fucking concern slip.
For missing - wait for it - two politics lessons.
That's right, two. Admittingly in a row with no sickness notes attached, but ELAINE put a fucking CONCERN SLIP in. Fuck it. This means that Oliver wrote a letter home and I got a look off my father. I haven't had an academic related look since I was about 14 and didn't do any maths homework for six months. Missing two lessons of a subject I have already more than adequately passed (six fucking marks!) was probably a bad idea. Because, of course, it's not like I have one of the best attendence records in the class. That sort of bites, espcially since I did tell her I was ill. This was a lie, obviously, but I missed those lessons for Collectormania and because I lost my bus pass. That's a legitimate reason to me.
Okay, okay, I shouldn't have skived, I fully appreciate that, but this has just served to throw my enthusiasm for education one step further out of the window. Which cannot be a good thing, what with the exams in a month and all.
I resent concern slips. I resent the implication that our parents have the slightest impact on our lives anymore. ... we would be grateful if you would ask Colleen to see me urgently on returning to College. Right. I'll e-mail him about this one. Damn right it's an 'oversight'. It's the whole indignation of someone who has, actually, done something wrong. Okay, blah blah, I shouldn't have skived. But these were lessons that I have already passed the subject in. It's not like I'm desperately in need to attend.
I am so annoyed at college at the moment and very much glad that I am leaving soon so that I can arse around all summer instead. Except I'll be working. Erm...
Anyway, I'm just not very happy. I also have a Thing on the side of my face that is big, nasty, and TAKING OVER MY FACE. It's like a spot that sort of went wrong with the squeezing (I shouldn't do it, it just makes it worse, but sometime it's the best type of stress relief) and now it's just not good. I look like I have leprosy and it's all just awful. I have that horrible twelve year old inclination to pick it, which I know perfectly well will make it worse. I just want it to go away. Now, please.
Bollocks to it. I'm going to go and actually do some of my homework. Then I'm going to Rangers. I may have to change out of my 'Dalek' t-shirt.
~Hathy_Col~
