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So, Super 8? Super GREAT! *rimshot!*

No seriously this movie was awesome. Speaking of fucking charming. The scary parts were the right kind of scary, and the funny parts had the whole audience laughing helplessly. Good script, good directing, good acting, ADORABLE KIDS. No seriously where did they get these kids, they should give them all Oscars. Did I mention the good acting?

The movie was a fun mystery; I had a great time trying to piece things together as it went along. As a period piece it was charming; there were all of these little nods to the time period that were like, "LOL GUYS CHECK IT OUT IT'S 1979, ISN'T IT HILARIOUS?!" Although I am seriously starting to think "My Sharona" is stalking me today. Can we make "My Sharona" today's official theme song? Okay? Yes. It's official.

Favorite moment:
"He's too stoned!"
"DRUGS ARE SO BAD!"

Do stay for the credits, oh my god.

...You know, this movie is kind of exactly what I should have expected, considering ( SPOILERS. Mild and very brief spoilers, but stay out if you'd rather go into the movie with nothing more than the trailer gave you. )

Tell you what, though, if I see people slashing Charles and Martin I am going to stab my eyes out.

...So anyway. That happened. And then I got home and put on a pair of pink polka-dot pants and ate an organic vegetable-pie pocket sandwich and blue jello, and watched Doctor Who. So that was fabulous. And I mean, like, really fabulous. THAT EPISODE. SO AMAZING. And I was starting to worry, too, with the second half of the season starting off with two thoroughly mediocre episodes. And next week: "The God Complex"! I am excite! (Everyone saw the trailer for "The God Complex" back in July, right?) I hope it's as good as I want it to be. I can't stop thinking of it as the House. I mean– minotaur! Dude raving in decidedly Johnny Truant manner! As I have commented before, I will be disappointed if the episode doesn't start playing upside-down or sideways or backwards or in Braïlle, even if I have no idea how that would work.

Sometimes in old movies the New York City skyline is a shock.

Ten years ago I was a sophomore in high school, and I woke up on a school morning at the usual time. In those days I had my alarm set to radio, and I usually woke to the sound of music and dozed for ten minutes until my mother kicked me out of bed. That morning, instead of music, I heard Civil Defense, and I snapped awake instantly. The prior year I'd woken the same way when we'd had a terrible flood and they'd canceled school; my brain lagging behind my body, I thought perhaps the same thing had happened, and peered out my window to see if I could see storm damage. I realized that there had been no storm, of course there hadn't been, I would've noticed one, and that was when the words started to come through, intelligible now but still not making sense.

( Look at the date. Content may be triggery. These are my thoughts and memories about a day in my life ten years ago, and what came afterward. )