The Terminator and Terminator 2: Judgement Day = bad decision?

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So last night, I got home from work and plopped down on the couch. I wanted to watch the episodes on On Demand of Ax Men, but instead, Jeff suggested I watched The Terminator to prepare myself for Terminator 4 that we’re going to see tonight.

So I do something I rarely do: I listened to Jeff, and sat down to watch a movie (that wasn’t about love and happiness) BY MYSELF (Jeff was out helping a client) and actually enjoyed it.

Jeff got home 3/4 of the way through the first one, and REALLY wanted to watch Terminator 2. By this time, it was nearly 8:30, so I agreed to watch an hour of Terminator 2. I could finish the rest today, of course. Right?

Wrong. Firstly, Terminator 2 wasn’t on Instant Netflix, which meant I had to wait for Jeff to run to Blockbuster (in Hollywood, how cliché) and THEN Cor and Andrew got home JUST IN TIME to join us. Which meant I was in it for the long haul. Of course, Jeff is a liar and said the movie was 1 hour and 45 minutes, when really it is 2 hours and 17 minutes. Corelyn cut out early, but I had to watch the whole thing. So, needless to say, it was around 11:45 when I got up from the couch, and declared, “Jeff, you’re driving me to work in the morning.”

Which he did. And he let me sleep on the way.

And I loved both movies, and I loved the story. What a fascinating idea– time travel, future controlled by robots, trying to change fate, and realizing it changes nothing at all? I wonder what people thought when they saw the original–it’s not like nowadays, when we’re begging for the sequels to STOP already, or when we know exactly how many movies they’ll be based on the book series that goes along with the movies. I wonder if people knew it’d still be going on, twenty five years later?

Still, I can’t help but wonder if my sneezy face and tiredness was a bad decision–I am going to be up watching Terminator 4 tonight.

Oh well, such is life.

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Tokyo!

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So last night Jeff and I went to the only theater in LA showing Tokyo! the movie.

It was a Triptych by three different directors, with three stories about Tokyo.

The first was about a woman and a man who move to Tokyo. The man tells her that she has no ambition, and she takes this to heart, and wonders why her hobbies can’t be counted as ambitions. This bothers her, and as she thinks more and more about it she becomes upset. One morning, she walks up with a gaping hole in her chest, and she ends up turning into a chair. She turns from human to chair, seemingly at will, and someone brings her home and she lives her life as a human when this person is out, and is a chair for him when he’s home. It was a beautiful story, and I really enjoyed this one.

The second was weird. It was about this sewer-dweller, Merde, who comes out of the sewers and terrorizes people. Eventually, he finds a stash of grenades underground and brings them up and throws them into the crowds of Tokyo. He is caught, and brought to trial. The only person who can understand him is this French lawyer. Apparently, only three people in the world speak his strange, strange language. What pursues is many scenes of translation from his language to French to Japanes and back again. It was interesting, but creepy, because for a lot of the scenes you are following the creature and have his perspective, rather than the crowd’s perspective, which is almost creepier.

The third was one about a man, a hikikomori, which is a Japanese word for someone who never leaves his house. He has not left his house for 10 years. He has everything delivered. Then, one day, he looks up at a delivery person, making eye contact for the first time in 11 years. The whole scene shakes, and the delivery woman falls into a coma. He instantly falls in love, or infatuation?, with her, and seeks her out again, leaving his home to find her.

The movie/movies were wonderful. The middle one was strange, but I was so interested in the mini stories that twisted reality and the surreal, almost fantasy. It reminded me a bit of Pan’s Labyrinth, in the sense that the surrealism seemed realistic to the situation.

I reccomend renting this one on Netflix when it comes out.

Stephen Hawking.

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One day my co-worker’s grandson said, “This is my drawing of the universe. We are the dot.” That dot, my friends, refers to our galaxy within the universe. Big stuff.

Last night when I saw Stephen Hawking, he spoke about why we should go into space. He mentioned a multitude of reasons, but one of them was because we might have to go to space. Because we are ruining the planet. Which is fair. He also mentioned that we have to remember that intelligent life might be out there, but it is highly probable that other planets have not develop as intelligent life as we have.

I find this hard to believe. I find it hard to believe that no where in this entire vast universe are there anything nearly as smart as humans. I find it hard to believe that there is no “Earth” in the multitude of other galaxies that swirl around us. I feel as though somewhere out there we are surpassed. I feel like we kill each other and ourselves and cause pain and strife and think the only things that are important are man-made. Like…whenever I get into a long discussion about the economy or money, I am always like…”But we made it up. We made UP economy and money. We could have a world without those things because we did.”

Granted, everyone states the reason we have man made things in the first place is because we’re so intelligent. But I’d like to think maybe somewhere out there, way out in the universe, there might be some species that has figured this stuff out. That has figured out how to get rid of poverty and violence. I feel like maybe it’s our destiny to find those people or those things and be BFF.

I was watching this program on the sun, and it basically said the sun is slowly expanding and eventually will kill all things on Earth. Granted, this will be in a while, so I am sure I’ll get to see all the movies on my Netflix queue and still get those cute sandals I want, but it’s happening none the less. I am also sure it’s not going to happen between now and the time the new Third Eye Blind CD comes out, but maybe it’ll happen when my great-grandchildren (to infinity) are young and waiting for the latest who-knows-what-technology latest version comes out.

So the sun is expanding. We’re ruining the planet. We’re going to go to space to see if there is intelligence, and because we have to. We could have space stations on Mars, the Moon, Titan (if Saturn doesn’t mind), and who knows what other planets. Maybe I can have Pluto to myself.

All I have to say is that I hope that these other planets that may or may not have intelligent life on them have grass or something like it. And a sun that is as warm as ours. And a beach with water to swim in. I’ll make my own hat, and I’ll be good to go.

If so, sign me up for Trip 1. I’m doing my part, Stephen. I’m going bravely where no wo(man) has gone before.

Intelligent-space-life, here I come.