Oh, Yeah, Hellboy
This last Saturday, Alison and I went and saw Hellboy. I'm a big Ron Pearlman fan, and in fact, was pleased that Blade II came on Encore Action this last week for me to get all Ron Pearlmaned up for seeing him actually Starring rather than co-starring in a film.

Hellboy Rocked. Sure, what do you expect. But, it seemed more like a second movie than a first movie. The backstory about who Hellboy was lasted about 10 minutes. There is a great shot in the movie of a vision of the future. Future Hellboy is sitting on a hill with a destroyed city in the background and giant tentacles sweeping down at the city from the clouds. But what's most notable is that Hellboy's horns are grown back and there is a flaming crown floating above his head. Too cool.

And now, I'd like to say a few things about Mr. Rodger Ebert and his crappy, spoiler filled review. Sure, Ebert liked the film. I think he gave it 3.5 stars. But Ebe, you spoiled the movie. So, here's me reviewing Ebert's review.

***Hellboy Spoilers***

One of the things Ebert says in his review is that flame gal and Hellboy kiss and they are both engulfed in flames, which just shows how made for each other they are since he's impervious to fire. Well, that's all good, but that's the final scene of the movie, jerk. We don't now that they are going to end up all smoochies. Well, we do now, because of you.

Ebert criticizes one scene where after the bad guys capture Hellboy, they just happened to have a stockade thing that's made for his two different sized arms. See, one arm is very large and made of stone. Well, Ebe, if you didn't follow the plot, they captured him ON PURPOSE, not just as a side thing. Remember that stone he can put his hand into and open the gateway to let the dark master through? Those badguys had actually Planned that. In fact, did you notice that if they could make him say his own name, it broke the bands on the stocks, his horns grew back quickly, and the flaming crown appeared. Ebert, where did your mother and I go wrong?

***End Spoilers***

Oh, and if you don't want to be spoiled, don't go read Ebert's review. It's good, if you like things like Blade or stuff like that. Heck, it's Hellboy.

Timeline Errors
Since I'm no longer a gold member at Diaryland, my old site's images are now gone. Those are the little micro-doodles that I did and then scanned them in at about 1200 dpi and did a 100% contrast job on them. Like the image of the projector above the Hellboy stuff up there.

Well, I was looking into my old Stuffo site, since that is what I used to call it, since I was looking for when I decided I wanted a Miata. I got interested in other things, and after some looking, I found out that two things we say aren't necessarily accurate.

As for my migraines, which I thankfully no longer have since I know that it's chocolate which will give them to me, I always tended to say that after my most horrible migraine incident after eating Hershey's miniatures when playing cards, that I knew that it was chocolate which triggered them. However, it was later that week that Teri, the nurse in our family, told me chocolate caused my migraines. And the pathetic thing is, I thought it was only dark chocolate and continued to suffer through feeling horrible because I was still drinking chocolate protein drink a month later. The last time I tried any chocolate was about a year ago maybe. I ate one Oreo to test Yep, it still gave me a migraine. (How did I start being like this?)

Another thing we tend to say is that as soon as Alison was told that there was no way we could have babies made out of our own DNA, which is the day the 626 was totaled (Oct 10), we started on our adoption paperwork. That's not true. It wasn't until November 14 that I first mention adopting from China. Actually, there is another post where I mention it. As I'm was leaning toward that, and Alison was researching Kazakhstan. It wasn't until Thanksgiving that I mention that we had contacted CCAI, our adoption agency in Denver.

For the record, I don't miss chocolate anymore. I don't even know what it's like. Strawberries rock though. As does maple syrup. I also am kind of glad I don't have my own genetic kids. Sure, I'd be neat to have a little genetic Alison hybrid running around. But my DNA, sure, it's got it's ups and downs. But I'm content to let it die with me. It's common to hear someone say about another "they're nothing special", but at least I realize it. I'm nothing special.

Which could lead to a discussion on how we were all taught we were special back in the 70s and 80s, on how we were wonderful and the best...but really...I think we'd be alot better adjusted if we realized we were just part of the population. You are only as important as the help you give others. Blah blah. I'm in an odd mood.
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 9:10 AM