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Done and Legend
Dec. 15th, 2007 01:54 amSo. I believe the word is… done.
Er, for now, anyway. Done Elizabethan & Jacobean Drama… done Art History as of this morning. I was honestly falling asleep during Art History, though. I had to keep chewing on my thumb to stay coherent and hope that my lines weren’t as wobbly as my vision told. I ended up mentioning the impact of Mondrian’s Composition in Blue, Red, & Yellow on 21st Century rock band CD covers… possibly to a detriment. I may have worked at a CD store for the last six months, but the instructor here doesn’t really seem like a Silverchair-enough kind of guy to get the reference.
Look it up, though. Maybe I should send an email if I get a shy grade for it.
My brother ended up picking me up after work to catch the opening show of I Am Legend.
Sidenotes. The Dark Knight trailer: Heath, you look good in purple. Do us proud. Also, Jumper trailer: I think I like you. You look like Unbreakable with a touch of realistic smartass. Gimme.
10 000 BC, though… wtf, guys? Did someone do a line of Scorpion King while watching Apocalypto? Mammoth-hunters I can see, but a trans-Bering slave trade and woolly mammoths charging Mesopotamian-looking ziggurats? Um, what? And wtf’s up with the catchphrase, “A story never before told”? Are you even trying to avoid sounding like you’re pulling this out of your ass because no one was alive at the time so they can’t contradict you?
Okay, I Am Legend. Good movie. Better Will Smith. Damn, but I could watch that guy play bloody John Constantine and would not cease to be impressed with what kind of meat he can take onto his plate and chew. I’m suspending more detailed judgment on it until I can get my hands on the original story to read. I remember flipping through the first bit in Chapters once, and remembering a rather different take, so I wanna compare that first.
I will say a few things, though. A few… moments that struck such a chord in me I don’t think I could sleep without getting them down. I don’t know if anyone save one or two readers will know what the hell I’m referring to on my half, but here goes.
“Please say hello to me…”
Oh, I thought to myself, chewing my fingernails down with all these sudden rushes of sad anxiety. Oh god… this is Garrett’s worst nightmare.
“Please say hello to me…”
And my fingernails are still sore, and short. Oh god… this is what I did to him. This is how his story will end, and he knows it.
Garrett, barring nuclear exposure, or being entombed in cement, or getting whack-a-moled with a small continent… Garrett won’t die. He and Eyovar will muddle along, slowly getting old, and then older, but Garrett won’t die. He’ll age, and he’ll weary, and he’ll bear the scars of living, but there is no sickness that will make him weak, no cancer that will eat at him, no infection that he won’t live through. He will heal. He will go on.
And eventually, Garrett will have to go on alone. Everyone else… everyone else dies. Eventually. Garrett will be left alone with no company but the dead.
He sees that empty, decaying city, with no one on the streets or looking from the windows… and he sees a world of the dead. He sees all of them waiting to be, and he knows the math. When Garrett is the last man on earth, he will have ghosts… he will have only ghosts to keep him company or drive him insane. Garrett… shy, breakable Garrett, will have no warmth… no friends… no enemies. He will be completely alone but for the voices in his head and the visions that he can see.
He will be completely alone.
He will have no one but the ghosts who tug on his sleeve and his sleep until Eyovar sends them away.
And then, he’ll still know they’re there.
God, but he hates me.
I made me wonder through the film and what I might remember from skimming the first bit of the book; what would be worse? Alone, terrified, and then taunted by intelligent, mocking vampires until you might, maybe get to sleep? Or in a world where you are the only sign of living humanity left at all? Morally alone? Or psychologically alone?
Garrett would choose morally alone. He… needs someone more than himself, outside himself, so very, very badly. It doesn’t matter who they are, or how good or how evil, just someone out there besides himself that can remind him that his is human…or was human, once. That longing just might drive him insane with no one else to alleviate the itch that Eyovar has no idea how to care for.
Okay, eyes shutting. I’m going to enjoy this. Night all.
Er, for now, anyway. Done Elizabethan & Jacobean Drama… done Art History as of this morning. I was honestly falling asleep during Art History, though. I had to keep chewing on my thumb to stay coherent and hope that my lines weren’t as wobbly as my vision told. I ended up mentioning the impact of Mondrian’s Composition in Blue, Red, & Yellow on 21st Century rock band CD covers… possibly to a detriment. I may have worked at a CD store for the last six months, but the instructor here doesn’t really seem like a Silverchair-enough kind of guy to get the reference.
Look it up, though. Maybe I should send an email if I get a shy grade for it.
My brother ended up picking me up after work to catch the opening show of I Am Legend.
Sidenotes. The Dark Knight trailer: Heath, you look good in purple. Do us proud. Also, Jumper trailer: I think I like you. You look like Unbreakable with a touch of realistic smartass. Gimme.
10 000 BC, though… wtf, guys? Did someone do a line of Scorpion King while watching Apocalypto? Mammoth-hunters I can see, but a trans-Bering slave trade and woolly mammoths charging Mesopotamian-looking ziggurats? Um, what? And wtf’s up with the catchphrase, “A story never before told”? Are you even trying to avoid sounding like you’re pulling this out of your ass because no one was alive at the time so they can’t contradict you?
Okay, I Am Legend. Good movie. Better Will Smith. Damn, but I could watch that guy play bloody John Constantine and would not cease to be impressed with what kind of meat he can take onto his plate and chew. I’m suspending more detailed judgment on it until I can get my hands on the original story to read. I remember flipping through the first bit in Chapters once, and remembering a rather different take, so I wanna compare that first.
I will say a few things, though. A few… moments that struck such a chord in me I don’t think I could sleep without getting them down. I don’t know if anyone save one or two readers will know what the hell I’m referring to on my half, but here goes.
“Please say hello to me…”
Oh, I thought to myself, chewing my fingernails down with all these sudden rushes of sad anxiety. Oh god… this is Garrett’s worst nightmare.
“Please say hello to me…”
And my fingernails are still sore, and short. Oh god… this is what I did to him. This is how his story will end, and he knows it.
Garrett, barring nuclear exposure, or being entombed in cement, or getting whack-a-moled with a small continent… Garrett won’t die. He and Eyovar will muddle along, slowly getting old, and then older, but Garrett won’t die. He’ll age, and he’ll weary, and he’ll bear the scars of living, but there is no sickness that will make him weak, no cancer that will eat at him, no infection that he won’t live through. He will heal. He will go on.
And eventually, Garrett will have to go on alone. Everyone else… everyone else dies. Eventually. Garrett will be left alone with no company but the dead.
He sees that empty, decaying city, with no one on the streets or looking from the windows… and he sees a world of the dead. He sees all of them waiting to be, and he knows the math. When Garrett is the last man on earth, he will have ghosts… he will have only ghosts to keep him company or drive him insane. Garrett… shy, breakable Garrett, will have no warmth… no friends… no enemies. He will be completely alone but for the voices in his head and the visions that he can see.
He will be completely alone.
He will have no one but the ghosts who tug on his sleeve and his sleep until Eyovar sends them away.
And then, he’ll still know they’re there.
God, but he hates me.
I made me wonder through the film and what I might remember from skimming the first bit of the book; what would be worse? Alone, terrified, and then taunted by intelligent, mocking vampires until you might, maybe get to sleep? Or in a world where you are the only sign of living humanity left at all? Morally alone? Or psychologically alone?
Garrett would choose morally alone. He… needs someone more than himself, outside himself, so very, very badly. It doesn’t matter who they are, or how good or how evil, just someone out there besides himself that can remind him that his is human…or was human, once. That longing just might drive him insane with no one else to alleviate the itch that Eyovar has no idea how to care for.
Okay, eyes shutting. I’m going to enjoy this. Night all.
