Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in d0nquix0te's LiveJournal:

Thursday, November 6th, 2008
12:17 pm	Seriously, CA? Really? "Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on livejournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "Gay Rights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks. Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter, and those who matter don't mind. _____ Speaking of: I'm sorry America (and the world). We (California) chose to ignore the separation of church and state, and civil rights and justice for all this past election day. My heartfelt sympathy goes out to all those in this state who were hoping to affirm their love in a binding way, to tie themselves to each other, and to simply get the legal status to receive bequests without estate tax or just to be able to visit their partner in the emergency room. I'm sorry, and I hope that this grave error in justice and judgment will be remedied soon, for all our sakes. Current Mood: disappointed (Comment on this)
Friday, November 16th, 2007
4:05 pm	OMG! I just watched Beowulf. ... You must see it. You have no choice. The animation is simply amazing. The story is fantastic: they do a great job of bringing an epic Dark Ages feel to the screen. Did I mention that the screenplay is by Niel Gaiman? Go. Watch. Enjoy. I won't give my favorite parts yet, because of spoilers. Maybe in a couple of days. Current Mood: ecstatic Current Music: A Hero Always Comes Home (Comment on this)
Monday, October 1st, 2007
11:00 pm	In 2007, d0nquix0te resolves to... Take perversedmind hellsing. Stop videogaming with desibarbossa. Cut down to ten crosswords a day. Connect with my inner odinism. Drink four glasses of veganism every day. Pay for my mafia movies on time. Get your own New Year's Resolutions: Current Mood: silly Current Music: if I'm honest: He Was Despised (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 30th, 2007
3:07 am	Oh, I have forgotten to comment on this yet: OMG OMG OMG HITMAN MOVIE OMG OMG OMG OMG!11! As long as Uwe Boll stays far, far, away, we're good. I'm not sure what's up with the avenging angel angle, as opposed to, say, a dude who kills people for money (those people tend to be criminal bastards, as those are the kind of people who get hits put on them). All the same: it's the Sheriff from Deadwood! Yay! Deadwood was awesome. He looked pretty lame in the Die Hard: Bruce Willis is Getting Too Old for this Shit, No, Seriously trailer, but he was in Deadwood, and I never actually saw Die Hard, so, I remain in hope. p.s. the game kicks ass. Such ass. I can't say I back the novel, though; that just strikes me as irredeemably retarded (unlike Snakes on a Plane, which was awesomely retarded. Current Mood: excited Current Music: Ave Maria as sung by a male soprano, with a gunshot crescendo (Comment on this)
2:56 am	Well, I finished Halo 3. SPOILERS AHEAD! SPOILER WARNING! SPOILERS! SPOILERS SPOILERS! Okay. What the hell, Bungie? Pretty much the same gameplay as Halo 1 and 2 (only changes: dual wield (from Halo 2) and the deployable things). The graphics weren't very much changed either. Halo 3 had, again, the same recycled plot from the first one, except for one or two changes (the surprise twist, retarded, ending, and the temporary alliance with the Flood): Oh no! The crazy covenant! Oh no! The flood! Oh No! Truth the whacky prophet! Hey, the index will help us. Oh, wait, the index is trying to kill us in a totally unexpected and unpredictable move. We have to deploy the halo in order to save the world from the flood. No wait, that's a stupid move (given how much the Flood seems to show up, it seems like the halos aren't actually that permanent a solution. Given how easily they can be shot, why not just set up a defense?). Following the pattern of Halo 2, the game was about 5 minutes long. Re: co-op, there was such a big deal made about how the plot-line and cutscenes require a second character and it was going to be awesome. It turns out that basically the plot and cutscenes are all about Master Chief, and, on occasion, the Arbiter will kind of wander in so he's on camera. Maybe he'll nod or say something. That's about it. Except for the very end, which wasn't really important anyway. Current Mood: bitchy Current Music: Mater Chief's Theme Song (Comment on this)
Monday, July 16th, 2007
4:30 pm	Hey all none of you. Go check this here page out: http://mahaliem.livejournal.com/202218.html? It's a badfic! challenge. Sign up, choose your fandom and pairing if you like, pick between the two genres assigned you, and write a badfic drabble. It's fun. Here are my two entries, so far. I'll probably add more later. You know, this is the first fic I've ever posted. *laughs* The first one is Buffy, the second is Firefly. They both have spoilers for the first season of their respective shows. Buffy: Im going to dye thot Buffy. A single teer rowled down her cheeck, hre neck, and slid down the crevasse btween her heaving buzomes. aH yes bUffy is mein now thouht teh master she ca'nt move bceause of my heepnotisms. Teh Mastre watched as a tear rolled dwon the sLayrs suckulent necke. He senszeually leicked it off. He wispered to her: I will make u mine slayr. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! thot Buffie. But i luv angle! He is my tru love! Teh Maiseter smyled as he renched off hre buttifull prome dres. As he tuk her womanheud by force (AN/yes ino she is the slayre, but sheculd nto fite him cuzof tehhypknotysm), he sayed: BTW Slerye, i luve ur dress. The puere wite of teh dres was muddyed by teh cavren, just leik Buffy, who was no longer peur, but muddyed. Buffy cried into teh cold hard unfeiling mud of teh caverns. Firefly: Jayne sat in his cabin. His mind was reeling. *The hero of Canton the man they call Jayne!* Someone was still humming it. But he wasn't a hero. He knew that. ~*~ flashback ~*~ A cold, inhuman, voice warned in Mandarin: Pressure dropping. The ship is loosing altitude. Jayne knew what this meant. The ship had to lose some of the weight it bore, and with utmost alacrity. Only two things of any real poundage remained onboard: the illicitly pilfered currency, and his partner... ~*~ end flashback ~*~ Jayne took a bracing swig of whiskey. ~*~ flashback ~*~ Jayne had been hired to deal with a pesky smuggler and his troop. Jayne had been able to track him easily, so now, he and his folks faced off Jayne and his. It was no contest. Jayne's boys were more numerous and better armed. This was going to be fun. Ha! The stupid hun dan was trying to talk him out of it, as if the bloodshed weren't half the fun, and the reward. Wait, maybe this proposition was so bad, after all, he'd still get shed the blood of his 'brethren.' Jayne heard himself ask: How big a bunk? ~*~ end flashback ~*~ Jayne flinched, and closed his eyes. He picked up Sandra, on of his best girls. She would have been a standard six-cylinder revolver, but for his careful modifications. She was silenced, and her barrel shortened to allow for better aim. ~*~ flashback ~*~ Dr. Tam was practically prostrating himself towards Cpt. Reynolds. What pusillanimous, self-debasing behaviour, Jayne amusedly mused to himself. He was detailing the outlines of a plan to help his mentally differentiated sister. It involved a hospital of some kind. The hospital was named after a mermaid legendary for her kindness and tragic love - a tale from old earth-that-was. Dr. Tam ought to resign himself to the permanence and irrevocability of the damage which was - even in Jayne's view - cruelly dealt to his sister. But then, just as he was resigning himself to another profitless venture, a shark-smile slithered up his features. Perhaps, Jayne thought, there was a way to procure a penny profit her after all... ~*~ end flashback ~*~ Jayne saw River's form in front of him. She seemed to reach for him - to try and take the gun. He saw that she was broken, and that broke him. The struggled. A shot rang out. River's eyes widened in shock, and then she fell to the ground, dead. A second body hit the floor shortly thereafter. *Our love for him now, ain't hard to explain. The hero of Canton the man they call... Jayne.* Current Mood: amused Current Music: Grr Arrg! (the mutant enemy logo thing) (Comment on this)
Monday, June 18th, 2007
2:48 am	From neroli66 I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. Repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong Current Mood: angry, optimistic, and sad Current Music: "I Am What I Am" from La Cage Aux Folles (Comment on this)
2:08 am	Stan Lee Wielded The Power Cosmic to Make the Latest Fantastic Four Movie Not Suck! I saw Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer today, and, overall, I was pretty impressed. It wasn't a great movie or anything, but it was a vast improvement over the original, and far better than I was expecting, especially given its PG status. SPOILER ALERT (obviously) On the plus side: + We get to actually see Michael Chicklis, the best actor in that movie. He plays Vic on The Shield, and I think that's all I really need to say to support my immediately previous assertion. So, being able to see his face so that he could actually emote was a goodness. + The interaction between the members of the Fantastic Four seemed less awkward, and I was happy to see the relationship between Ben Grimm and Johnny Storm evolve a little beyond the prequel's 2-d rivalry. +Continuing in that vein: Johnny Storm overall seemed a little more human this time around + And the relationship between Reed Richards and Sue Storm was remotely believable, as opposed to the previous movie's phoned in mannequin job. +Susan Storm's reasonable handling of Richards' bachelor's party. It is all to common in movies for women to be ridiculously jealous, irrational, shrews, whose only goal seems to be misconstruing everything their man does, painting it in the wrong light, forcing him to abandon his own hobbies, friends, etc., and just becoming an illogical, nightmarish, harridan at the drop of a hat. So it was nice to see that while she may have had an immediate, visceral, jealous reaction, she, given a minute or two, calmed down as this was, in fact, a bachelor party. +SILVER SURFER! You just cannot go wrong. He is a man called Norann Radd who calls his omnipotence The Power Cosmic! ... Maybe I only like him because I am from California. On the minus side: - Whoever plays Dr. Doom still sucks. When was it decided that villians must be ridiculously effete? - Also, his lines were painfully trite ("I never was good at sharing," etc.) - Galactus was a dust storm. Where was my cheesy giant in urple samurai armor? *weird complaint I know, but it's a Fantastic Four movie, I know it is ridiculous going in, and I am a canon nazi. -Ben Grimm's role moving further into comic relief: especially the bodily humor. One final thing: I'm not well versed on Fantastic Four or Silver Surfer comics, but didn't Radd make the surfboard with the Power Cosmic? Therefore, doesn't the Power Cosmic reside within him, rather than the board? Why did Doom gain - admittedly to a seemingly lesser extent - the Power Cosmic? I didn't think that the Power Cosmic was an equipable magic item in the form of a silver surfboard. Now that I have proven myself to be the biggest dork this side of the Star Wars convention, I'll sign off. Maybe I'll talk about the new Pirates movie later... Current Mood: geeky Current Music: "If I were a Superhero" (Comment on this)