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Holiday Post
Have finally managed to drug self to finish watching Mr Cameron's Avatar. While the movie is not as bad as my family made it out to be, it's nothing beyond the level of typical Marvel movies. I christen it as Blue Pocahontas, pun intended. There is nothing freakier than four feet tall aliens making out in a radioactive, fluorescent garden of-Oh goodie, the ceiling is leaking again. God is probably telling me to stop making fun of other people's hard work, and He'd probably add, 'You lazybum, teehee,' at the end there. Okay, I'll stop that thought short. But in all honesty, nothing amazes me more than Hollywood script and their predictability. Ironic. Throughout the film, my mind was running parallels between Avatar, Disney's Pocahontas and the infamous Iraq war. Did anybody else notice that Avatar even had the swimming in the river bit, except it got cut short because otherwise, Disney lawyers are really going to make Avatar the priciest film there is, and not in the way Mr Cameron intended it to be. The Eywa concept was very interesting though. Irregardless of what Shar and Aaron claim me to be, I am a religious person, and my views are painted as thus, although I do try to keep my perspective in the objective. A point that they brought up with the Eywa is that it is biological. It has substance, reasoning, and therefore it exists. My thoughts are then focused on Alissa's fixation that I watch the movie for myself, and I suppose this may have been her reason as to why. Well, it's an interesting thought. Perhaps I'll continue this line of thinking in another time. But still, a thought nonetheless. Having the netbook on my bed is certainly making the Internet an extremely comfortable past-time. Even so, there are also delicious books here waiting to be read. There's Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 (ooh, would love to write something about this one! hahaha, Americans really are funny), Eoin Colfer's Artemis Fowl and the Time Paradox. My curiousity for the philosophical world also drew me to Sophie's World by a Norwegian author whose name I'm probably pronouncing wrongly, Jostein Gaardner, John Connolly's The Book of Lost Things (wonderful read) and a lot of classics and a couple of manga. Ah yes, it's going to be a great holiday. As long as I don't get called for supplementary, which if I do, then direct me to guillotine, sir! Labels: books, rants, religion |