Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

I have been meaning to blog about this for days, okay two, but my battle with another set of 'powers that be' has kept me rather occupied.

I took a break on Tuesday from my ongoing battle with diligence to indulge in a little Stiller action, yes I paid money to watch the second installment of Night at the Museum. Why not? Stiller is a funny man designed to brighten up any stormy frame of mind. I had thoroughly enjoyed the first movie, it was humorous and who doesn't love a miniature Owen Wilson running around thinking he can take down the world.

Battle of the Smithsonian, which by the way sounds way cooler than Night at the Museum 2, introduces new characters while allowing the audience to experience more(ish) of the old ones. Larry Daley (Stiller), our fair hero, is a success now he has his own company and has become a suit and tie kind a guy. His career has kept him so distracted that he has but neglected his waxy historical friends. The stage: the Smithsonian in Washington DC, the biggest museum in the world! Larry has to rescue his friends from the evil king Kahmunrah (Hank Azaria) Akhmenrah's older brother, after the troublesome monkey Dexter, stole the magic tablet from NYC's Museum of Natural History. drama drama.
The movie is a series of cat and mouse chase sequences with Larry and his new partner Amelia Earhart (Amy Adams) running from various historical villains such as Ivan the terrible, Napoleon Bonaparte and Al Capone. The dialogue is hilarious and I must say I felt Amy Adams stole the show a touch with her quick wit and can-do attitude. There are fair amount of notable appearances in the movie, Bill Hader plays the hair obsessed general Custer and Eguene Levy voices Einstein.

The movie is a laugh a minute and Stiller and Adams' comedic timing compliment each gracefully. As fun as the movie is and it'll have you in stitches, there is even a jab about the invention of the mobile phone with Joey Motorola. However there is so much going on that aside from Stiller and Adams everyone else in the movie seems to be on screen for only a few minutes. Go and see this movie it's a fun time out, though you might walk out of the theatre using phrases like jimmy-jacked.

Weekend Update

How Saturday Night Live am I right now? Don’t answer that...

This weekend was one of those... I had a fair amount of editing to get through, an ‘undiminishing’ pile of essays to mark and what seems like a never changing stack of papers from years ago to send out for recycling. I have a lot of stuff...

I got the bad news late Friday afternoon – EDITING MUST BE DONE BY MONDAY – I hate editing my own stuff mostly because there is always some form of self loathing that comes with it but also because I just don’t see the errors a fresh pair of eyes will. Friday night began greatly enough, I got my new mobile yayness... So instead of editing I decided to play 12 rounds of ‘getting to know your mobile’ that was fun lasted to till tenish which when I started reading DH Lawrence couldn’t put it down so I read to 5am until I got text from H telling me to get some sleep... I could sense her disapproval in the message, amazing she can still scold me from miles away. By the way H is away for a week, which is bumming because now I have to watch Ellen by myself. Don’t you dare judge me! ;)

Saturday I did some serious editing, well sort of, after about four hours of feeling like a pompous you know what I decided time to take a break before the self loathing found me. So spent the next four hours or so watching Heroes season three OMG is all I have to say OOOO EMMM friggin GEEE! My excitement bled onto the couch and my poor nerves could barely take it let alone my poor nails! I am not sure Kring is good for me, at one point I was soo confused I had to make mental notes of things like in a lecture but maybe I was just slow to the uptake... but OMG OMG it rocked! After my little reprieve with Heroes I went back to work (marking)! Which sucked because I really wanted to go to the show with DJ and see Prime Circle and what not but my luck refused it? So like a good little worker I edited to 2am watched a bit of Ryan Seacrest (what..?) then went to bed. Which brings us to today which included much more editing, hours on the phone with parentals and little sister and H, church with DJ and discussions about the upcoming garden party, which I am to attend as a Bee? Yes I am suppose to pretend I am a kid again and dress up like I would. Yeah... Ok when I was a child... I dressed up like grown up to the parties... So can I come as journalist?? I like that idea...

I am hoping this week has great things in store for me. I have a good feeling about it. Sleep tight bloggers and stay clear of those subconscious stalkers.

Too Funny for words

Call me obsessed or whatever but I got sent this link and I loved it now I am addicted to Ryan Seacrest again!

Coming up for air

Since I started university everyone has always said to me that I would end up an academic, truth be told,  I was always offended by this statement I didn't like academia all that much. I loved learning and applying what I learnt... but me do a PhD?? what humbug I would say. Well, it seems the joke is on me now, because I love academia I discovered, I probably always have. It is a rather liberating feeling! The research, the finding the answers to questions that keep you up at night,  the theories oh the theories! Ok enough of that.

New on the Elle front

The story going great, amazing how many pages you write in a day when you have an endless pool of creative juice. I am having so much fun with it and I cant wait to share it with you guys!

I am writing two new academic papers - this is what lead to the self discovery - one, on online identity theft. This issue really bugs me and I feel somewhat passionate about it I am avoiding the word very. ;) However I don't understand why people go online and pretend to be other people? My case study is on twitter and the amount of "Zac Efrons", "Seth Rogens" and "Rob Pattinsons" there seem to be. It seems rather juvenile not mention sad the effort these people put into their impersonations. It's also rather insulting to the real people what the heck? So ya that's my little issue with that and I am turning it into an academic paper.

As for my other paper watch this space... I got to go, staff meeting... later bloggers.  

May 14th - I want cake day...

Start the global phenom... I want cake day May 14th!

Update from the 'Padded Room'

Things in the padded room have been pretty hectic. I spent three days in my room trying to chase off what seems to be first stages of the flu. I also wrote a fair amount, so much so I had to stop before I completely got sucked into the padded room permanently.  The story is going great I am actually surprised at how much fun I am having with it. So hopefully it will be good when it gets finished and then I can put this whole thing behind me. 

My Edward dreams continue in full force, I am considering talking to someone about them, I hate feeling out of control of my dreams. So, I have decided to put some distance between me and Edward for a while. As much as possible that it. I might want one thing but like Austin Powers said, "I want a toilet seat made out of solid gold but that's just not in the cards baby" - it's just not in the cards.

On the upside, I went to watch Funk '09 which rocked all the schools did such an amazing job but I am biased toward RH not just because DJ was part of it but because it was just so happy and inviting and warm. It was such a fun night out just the kind of distraction I needed. Thanks DJ!

Back to work now.  

Padded Walls and all...

The students are still striking, I guess I should be some how grateful to them, the strike has given more time to write time which I need. I have neglected my writing for the last few months writing only a paragraph or page a week, shameful I know. Anyhoo, with the freeish time provided my the strike I decided to get some serious writing done. However instead of carrying on with the story I was already working on, I began a new story using my recent obsessions as inspiration, when I thought it I felt really silly for not seeing the potential my own neurotic nature provided in terms of characterization and a storyline. I feel have exaggerated the character a fair amount and the events even though my sister thinks I am dead on. I refuse to believe I am that crazed. I cringe at what would have happened if my sanity was that er.. questionable. I suppose I would be dancing about a room with padded walls yelling random nothings to invisible people because the meds would have me off to lala land. Ok maybe I am getting a bit ahead of myself, the truth is I am really liking this story it's allowing to explore an aspect of myself that I was never brave enough to look at. Passion is a funny thing. But I love it.

I am staying away from the campus today so I can get plenty done, like my laundry and dance around the house with music blasting and singing at the top of my voice.. Michael Jackson is complying very well to my mood so I am very happy and thanks to a super friend and dedicated reader I have every single Debussy which means I am tickled pink! The joy is bleeding out of me. Enough chatter back to work.