New fics on mah site!

For a bit of angst and alternate-scene-writing for the new movie Origins, scroll to the bottom of the X-Men Page to read "Brothers Above All".

If you're in the mood for something more comic-verse featuring much slash and violence, an un-beta'd version of ~Shockwavecg's upcoming story, under the working title "Savage Garden", be on her Author Page. More chapters to come in the future! (High-rating! Read the warnings!)


And now, I'm off to make pizzas. Ciao.

First off, may I say this movie was far more disappointing than I could have anticipated. Here be the down-an'-dirty review.

As I feared, (though not to the extent warranted in the end,) casting beyond Jackman and Monaghan generally sucked. I was, thankfully, proven wrong about Liev - he pulled off Sabretooth well, even as a younger version of X1-X3 Sabes. Unfortunately, this didn't begin to account for the fact Dog/Victor's storyline was nonexistent, aka gutted, aka not even so much as nailed to its perch. 'Tis an ex-storyline.

Of all the things rumoured to be in this new, all-encompassing journey, the only bit that was really put in was the guest appearance by - guess who - Wolvie's One True Love Interest, Scott Summers. At least my Jackman-fawning-over-Marsden theory still holds the ring of truth via tribute to his character.
BUT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO JAPAN?!?!?!?!?!?!? Interview after interview saw Jackman promising us the inclusion of "the Japan connection," and you'd think there would be at least some MENTION of Madripoor, but no! We got Canada, Three-Mile Isle, and a quick peek at Africa that didn't even have anything to do with Storm or other mutants based in that area.

The entirety of Wolvie lore, as far as this movie is concerned, hath been squished down to a limp, withered account of the adamantium bonding process and Wolvie's daddy issues. The ending wasn't even an ending; how anticlimactic was that adamantium-bullet ploy?

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Stryker: If all else fails, my fallback will be these shiny, pointy adamantium bullets! After all, everyone knows adamantium is indestructible, even to adamantium itself. He won't remember a thing!

Audience: Heh. Poor, deluded fool. We've seen this before. Bullet hits skull, we count to sixty seconds, bullet pops out again. Almighty Wolvie is fine, with barely a dent to the ego.

*Stryker shoots Wolvie, futilely adding one extra ka-pow for good measure*

Audience: Here it comes! Our hero shall prevail so we can see what REALLY happened once those scientists got their hands on him!

Wolvie: Who am I? Why do you have a stick? Am I supposed to feel mournful over this chick dying? Am I a chick, too?

Audience: HOW. THE. HELL. DID THIS. MAKE IT OFF THE CUTTING ROOM FLOOR?

*Credits start rolling*

Audience: *commits hari-kari with various bladed movie-replica props*
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... Aside from a few highlights (Mr. Jackman's two glorious minutes of arse-flashing, the sparse clips of our strangely un-beaked Hobbit Mr. Monaghan, and Remy getting elbowed unconscious mid-sentence), it really wasn't worth the price of the ticket.
The gratuitious ass-shots and killer CGI made the movie. Without those, there is nothing to call a movie. Just a big, steaming pile of mutant DNA-driven cameos and comic-book-wannabe punchlines.

X3 was gold compared to this. Which is really painful for me to say, seeing as I had so much faith in Mr. Jackman's abilities if given a larger role in production.

So much more could have happened to give it plot... Instead of being killed, Beak, Johnny, and the others could have been taken back and messed with, maybe mutating Monaghan's character further so he would have the wings and beak. Wolvie could have then fought or saved them. An offscreen death for Mrs. Howlett, or, at the VERY least, an explanation about who Thomas Logan was and that he was a mutant gene carrier. Something from the days in the Yukon mining camp to help flesh out the Sabes/Wolvie past. The real, horrific, well-known story of Logan's transformation into Weapon X? (I.E, as detailed in the comics and in books such as the one by Marc Cerasini)
And, um, Silverfox? Helloooo? Where'd ya go, lady? (I know, the faked death was meant to be symbolic of hers, but there's still not much of the Native American, nature-connection thing, either, besides calling him an animal.)

One thing that fans had asked for after X1-X3 was to see Wolvie's true full-blown berserker rages. Well, they got it. Two long freaking hours of it in state-of-the-art CGI, and not much else.

Even as a pilot episode for a TV series, that would've sucked unless there was gonna be a Part II.

I go now to drown my sorrows in whiskey and Star Trek.
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But hey, Tac, at least we've got a hell of a lot of slash material out of this. Wolvie buck naked in a barn, lost and huddled in a horse stall certainly counts for something. *sigh*

Grandma left yesterday (hallelujia!), but a new problem has arisen.

As my computer itself put it, a "harddisc failure is imminent". On my NEW computer.

I've backed up as many files as I can, and I'm gonna see what I can do about restoring it. It's had a few odd problems, and now works at half-speed sometimes, so I'm thinking those harddisc failure warnings might be right.
I'll try to have someone look at it soon, but if it does conk out, I'l be back to relying on visits to Ma's for online access. At least, until this comp's fixed.


I've backed up all fic material from this comp, but, thankfully, most of it's still on the old PC anyway. If this PC does decide to flush itself down the proverbial toilet, I will try to let everyone know (via mum's computer) ASAP so you guys'll know not to expect much from me for a while. Alternately, I'm thinking of just unhooking this one and working on my unfinished fics and stuff on the old one until this gets resolved.


Effing bad luck with effing technology these past couple weeks.

Fuck, fuckitty fuck-fuck fuck. Guess who walked in the door a couple hours ago.

GRANDMA.

The loopy one from Michigan with the overbearing religion hang-up.


I can't really hide out at a friend's or at Ma's now that I've got Julian to look after, especially 'cause I have no clue how long Grandma intends on staying, so I guess I'll have more time for message answering after all, seeing as I'll be holed up in my room.

Maybe she'll be stupid and sleep in the living room, and Julian veel cut her up into teeny-tiny pieces vit hees scarily long kitty-claws. Muahahaha. That should be incentive enough to leave, even for someone as bullheadedly persistent as her.

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EDIT

I just heard Dad say goodbye to her... I think she's leaving! Dunno if she's going back to Michigan or if she's just finding a hotel...

I shall update again later. O.o

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10 PM

Grandma IS sleeping on the couch out there, but I didn't see Julian. Grandma started to wake up before I could find him. I don't blame him if he's hiding.

So, if I have to make contact with her tomorrow, I think I'm gonna finally 'come out' to her. That'll make stuff fun for Dad. And maybe I'll smoke inside. Or even better, smoke her out by lighting one of the stale cigars I have from last year.

Yeah, it's petty plotting, but it's better than cabin fever. I have a feeling it's gonna be a long weekend.

*grumbles at DA for overloading while I tried to write this, making me start from scratch*

Okay, so about that last journal... sorry to leave everyone hanging in my bitchy-whiney-emo crypticness for two weeks. Part of that, if anyone cared to know, was thanks to my mum bringing up stuff that I thought we'd put to rest, or at least agreed to not talk about.

Another reason for the long disappearance was my getting a second job. On most of the days I'm not selling toys and baby bottles, I'm now making pizzas.
Julian seems to be feeling neglected now that I work twice as many hours, but, on the upside, it's a big step closer to getting my own apartment.

Arts and crafts have been at a standstill until now, but my priorities are the same - Ria, Birdie, and RogueMarie's items are being done in tandem with personal and eventual-Etsy-stock items. Drawings and fics are coming as I get inspiration for them.
Sadly, Katie's VH Christmas fic is on the back burner yet again; I've hit a plot snag because I forgot to write down a part I already had planned in my head, and I'm still trying to remember how it went.


Other than that... I'm still feeling kinda emo-ish, so my free time this week'll probably be spent with booze, The Sims 2, and my new full set () of Deep Space Nine DVDs. Meaning, not much message-answering will be going on. Sorry again.

So, yeah... Logi out. Just, not for so long this time.