Myst teaser

As if it'll really tease anyone. Unpolished excerpt from my doomed MichaelTurnerdreamlike story.

“Thank you.”
I came to on the lab table, tubes wired to me, ones that were attached to random machines I never thought to ask about.
I realised I could speak as soon as I heard my voice, “For what?”
“You saved my life.” He stopped there, then probably persuaded by my confused expression continued on, “You took the lchip out of me. It was killing me at a very rapid pace, so if you hadn’t done that, I would be dead right now…so thank you.”
“Oh, well, um, you’re welcome I suppose. So why do I have more tubes in me right now than any person under 80 should ever have?”
He stood tinkering with some contraption at his work table. He then turned to look at me, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. He looked as tired and worn as I felt. Whatever this was it certainly was no great shakes.
“Well, there was a bit of a complication…one that I hadn’t counted on. Now, don’t be afraid.” His eyes grew fearful and he started toward me, inching slowly with his hand outstretched, reaching for my own.
“You know me better than that, Lex. Just say it.” I was in no mood for games. My body felt sore, like there was a great pressure on my bones, the kind braces exert on teeth. I tried not to move much, but that seemed to make it worse, so I just sat up.
“Mercedes, I don’t know how you’re alive…you’re supposed to be dead.”

Iron Man 2

So, to begin, I will make it known that I do indeed enjoy Robert Downey Jr. in most anything, but this review is written complete bias aside. Hard to forget such a devilishly handsome man though. Anyway, compared to the first IM2 is a definite flop. BUT as a sequel it is golden. Sequels, to me anyway, are either total successes or total flops. Favreau did a great job with it. Comic bias aside as well, the storyline was alright, and a great setup to the Avengers, (though the Captain America and Thor touches were slightly--totally obvious, which is what they were going for, obviously.) Rourke was a good Whiplash, surprisingly. (My favourite touch being the 'i vant muy brd' bit, hilarious.)
My biggest problem was how Tony was so obviously chasing Pepper. Tony Stark is a man's man, a ladies man--he does not chase after women; they chase after him. I don't mean that he would never find the woman that he would want to be with and found worthy of chasing, my problem is with the way it was portrayed; as if she was completely uninterested. But, I do like Gwen (indifferent about her being Pepper) but she's a good actress, so it worked.
I lied about the biggest problem. That would be Scarlet Johansson. To be honest, I cannot for the life of me find that woman attractive in any sense (except I will admit she's got nice breasts) but honestly people, does she really look like Romanova? Or act like her (last time I checked she was born and raised in Russia, I'd expect a heavy accent.) She didn't add to the movie at all, for me, except maybe to make Tony swoon at her "mysterious" and "sexy" ways.
Also, I very much like Terrance Howard as Rhodey more than Cheadle. (Sorry, Cheadle.) It's not that he was bad, he was quite good and all, but Howard fits the role better I find. So that was a bit of an upset as well. And the way War Machine was introduced wasn't very awe-inspiring, though it was funny.
But of course, there to save the day the Iron Man himself in the flesh--RDJ. There is no better actor to play the part, I find. He looks like him, acts like him (the new him) and overall just nails the role. The first film was better, I think, due to the fact the origin was the main focus of the story. Because, let's face it, we all want to see how our superheroes come to be, especially when they're regular humans like us (eh em Batman.) Stark's quips and witty attitude are such a refreshing delight to the usual dark and serious demeanor of superheroes. Marvel certainly knows how to market their books and do their films right--something that cannot be said for DC. (This coming from a die-hard DC fan.) DC has got to get on top of their game, because right now Marvel is destroying all competition. (We'll see how Fathom, GL, and Bats3 do, but no promises--seriously, have low expectations.)
Regardless, Iron Man 2 was a great film, and certainly should be watched. I wonder though, if Iron Man will be active in the Avengers film. At the end of IM2, it is said that his assessment (done by Scarlet Badactress) that he is to be a mere consultant for the Avengers, which in my opinion would be stupid, Iron Man basically IS the Avengers. But we'll see, Marvel hasn't really done wrong yet.

Quite like this one.

This writing style is a bit different for me (poetry wise.) So it's interesting for me. I quite liked writing it though, so there might be a conversion here. Regardless...

"Something to Forget"

It can start with a late drive home
Where I'll turn the music dial
And let the silence slowly fill the cramped walls of my car
And let my words and my feelings and my heart
Sink into my mind, sink into my veins, sink into me.
Or when I'm talking on the phone
And my mind wanders off
Going on tangents in my head,
Digressions from far more than your background noise
When I'll get an idea, an idea, a thought for the masses,
Pretend masses, of course that is.

And though it's not always my car
My steed, my spaceship, my batmobile.
But in this instance it was
A red light, and a horribly complex adolescent
And what do you get?
Do you get it, yet?

I cannot fathom the drama
The quick quips, rusted lips, and spiteful bits
That I see between lovers today,
Yesterday, in script, and tomorrow
We've rehearsed, and we've written
Played the curse, still been bitten
By that goddamn snake,
That old--what's his name?
The one who likes to play the memory game.

I cannot fathom why exactly it is that
When we humans, yes humans,
If we could be called such a word,
(I suppose exaggeration works)
Feel and find it necessary to
Take a treasure and throw it back into the sea
Find a cure and choose to not use it
Take a gift,
The one gift that could mean
Everything and anything, everything and nothing all at once
And toss it away,
('Cause by now we've forgotten the snake)
Bathe in Lethe,
'Cause it's much easier to forget
Shower in Lethe,
'Cause it's much easier to pretend
That we do not know
When we've got gold in hands,
For the silver lining is too much,
For humans, yes humans,
To understand
So, we fear, instead.

To every heedless mind,
To every "human" who stared gold in the face
And decided it wasn't enough,
Because when is it ever enough?
(Oh, you're one of them, ey?)
Because while I sit in my batcar
While I rot in my spaceship
(When I really want Bruce's,
When I really want the Enterprise)
You sit and stare into your minxish vixen
Or your devilishly handsome bloke
And plead for your love to mean something,
Anything, everything, just one thing.

Because while I dip my feet in Acheron,
You'll bathe fully nude in Styx.
Nude because that's really you
Nude--just for kicks.
I haven't got gold to glare at,
I've only a few dreams,
And a few strong passions and a few affinities
So you can run with your banners of hate,
Prance through meadows with biscuits and medals
Congratulating yourselves on accomplishing
Everything, anything, just...one thing.
But I want no part of it,
I just want out of it,
(Or to find a way to get beyond...it.)

And, oh I cannot comprehend
Can't visualize in my head
But I've gotten to the point where I can only find sense
In the ones on the silver,
The ones on the silver,
The ones on the silver screens.

That I've got more in common
With Ender and Holden, Quinzel and Stark
Because to me they don't change
They'll forever stay the same
(There's no snake playing a foolish memory game)
Because they know their values,
They know their desires,
They rise for their passions
And fight fire with fire
('Cause who's to say water would work?)

But still, I realise,
I know it, I do.
That they are as hollow
As us humans, the very same humans,
(That I question are at all humans)
That as strong as their convictions,
And as strong as my afflictions,
They are the empty images
Written by the once, but never twice bitten.
In short, by the lonely.
And in short, I digress.

So maybe Lethe is perfection,
Maybe Lethe is what we aliens need
To keep on living
A life desired to succeed
Yet invariably proves to recede
And I can't say I'm any different,
I'm an alien, too
(So long as I get to be Spock
I mean, if that's okay with you.)
And maybe one day you'll realise
Maybe one day, you'll look your gold in the eyes
And say, "you are on the silver,
On the silver, on the silver screen.
You are my every, any, and just one thing."