Or a hamster wheel. Yeah. That’s better. I have been beaten by The Hampster Wheel of Life!
Well…ok. Nobody’s really chained me to a hamster wheel. And I didn’t climb into one going “Oooh, I’ll run nowhere just as fast as I can!”
But that’s kind of what it feels like. At least now. I get one thing sort of squared away, and another thing needs doing. I want to get some painting done, but my room is a wreck. So I get things somewhat tidied, and then its time to pack for a trip. Get back, unload my stuff (helloooo oil pastels), and now it’s a dump again. Add to that the need to get these chapters edited and up, and the decision that needs to be made as to the sequel, and my brain has kind of dribbled out of it’s shell.
Can I think tomorrow please? Please?
Several GOOD things this week though. Spent several days with the Husband Person in Minneapolis for our anniversary. Discovering MONSTER comic shops, shops that sell hot sauce strong enough to require medical waivers, a pretty little park that was almost made prettier by the torrential downpour we were hit with, and the first (and last I think) time I’ll ever go to a Major League Baseball game. Honestly, you can keep it. I’ll take the never-stop-moving of a hockey game any day. Too bad the Aces are so far away…
Oh. And Mad Max. Holy shit, Mad Max. Forgetting all the feminist hoopla surrounding it, I was floored. I’d never seen the first three, and was VERY skeptical about the new one when I saw the previews. Cars. Spiky spiky cars. What the heck? People jumping ONTO those spiky spike cars? And WTF, a face mask made of teeth? Urrrrm.
And then I watched the first ones. The very, very, very first one didn’t really hit any buttons for me. Bad sound quality made it almost impossible to understand the dialogue, and I was too floored by a YOUNG!Mel Gibson to pay much attention to what he was saying. That and all the character building…Ouy. To top it off, the description said ‘post-apocalyptic’ and as far as I could tell, their idea of the end of the world looked alot like modern day Australia.
Cut to the second movie. Wow. NOW the world has ended. Like…ended ended. Still looks like Australia though (there’s some crossover fanart swirling around in my brain. Max and Furiosa and Riddick and the Farscape crew, here we come!). And the third two. Leaving aside the great feats of geography that gave us sand dunes next to railroad tracks on drivable desert (they’re out of fuel, how do those cars keep running for the chase scenes? And WHAT fuel are they burning?).
Which is my main caveat with Fury road. Yes, it’s nice to see so many women. Yes, Charlize Theron kills it as Furiosa. But really, it doesn’t rock my world in that respect. I would have HATED it if he ended up with a love interest. But one of the great things about the Max movies is that once his wife and daughter died, he pretty much called it quits (at least IN movie) in the love department. As he says, he’s been ground down to a single thing: Survival (paraphrased). So there could have been a horrible romance/sex angle to all this, but there wasn’t. He’s a man, trying to survive, and redeem a bit of himself by helping these women out. Simple as that.
So where does the fuel come from? What the heck are they sticking in the Warmachine? There was the fuel pod Furiosa was going to use to trade. Why was it full? You could SEE Gastown on the road. They were going to GET gas. So why did she have some to BRING with her? How big is that tank on that thing? They were trading Aquacola, so how did they refuel in the middle of that whole, big, long ride. Please, someone explain how they did that ride out there and BACK and didn’t run out of fuel!
This is the thing burning up my brain. XD