So anyway, I just watched Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull. The thing is SPOILER ALERT there's this particular problem with the way the aliens look entirely like those Close Encounters of the Third Kind types. Except that they're made of crystal. Which doesn't make a lot of sense. Of course, you should never expect sense from an Indiana Jones movie. I mean, what with the magic and all. Still, aliens are just one thing that Indy should never encounter. I'm totally fine with big boxes that make people's faces melt off, magical invisible bridges, cups that grant people immortality.
And surviving a nuclear blast from inside a fridge. I don't care how thick the lead shielding was on that fridge. Also we're lead to believe that Indiana Jones has some sort of anti-getting-bashed-around-inside-a-lead-box shield.
In any case, Indy 4 was a very entertaining movie. Everything was so classic. At everything, I couldn't help but go "Hey, that was just like in Raiders/Crusade/Temple!" The stunts, the whip, the snide comments... Also the impossible absurdity of certain things was just brilliant.
The idea of aliens was fine. But the way the aliens were portrayed was just wrong. Oh well. I guess Spielberg wanted to pay homage to E.T.
Will buy soundtrack. Eventually.
Anyway, my grandmother gave me $20 bucks for my birthday. Awesome. I'm going to use it to buy The Origin of Species. The full name of the book was once On the Origin of Species, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle of Life. Quite a mouthful, do you not think?
Jeremy's just sent me Music of the Night. Version by some dude I've never heard of. Point is, that I now feeling like collecting all the original Phantom songs. All the versions I have now are instrumental compositions. So I've never actually known what was in the lyrics, other than a very bare recollection from the film that they let us watch in secondary school.
There is a slight problem though. The original versions are rather long, and difficult to memorise, because they don't have mind-sticking lyrics like Weird Al's songs. Still, this will not impede me, for I am a musician, and no song is too long to fit into my brain. Except the ones that are. But really, length is not the only factor. My ability to compress a song is affected by a combination of how interesting the song is, whether or not it sounds like it is composed by an idiot, and my other motivations for learning a song.
Hm. Oh well. I am now older, wiser, and more mature.
Well, at least, I am older. That has to count for something. (Yeah, one year closer to the inevitable decay of my meaty vessel).
-Joe