Batman Began

I have been reading up on a lot of rumors about the supposed sequel to Batman Begins. Some of the talk says that Joker isn't going to be in the sequel at all, but most seem to say he will be.
These are the candidates that I have seen mentioned
Sean Penn
Paul Bettany
Lachy Hulme
Mark Hamill(Luke has been scrapped due to age)

Of all of these, I believe Paul Bettany would do the best job. I have liked every role Bettany has played, from Chaucer to Opposite Russel Crowe in Master and Commander. I beleive he has the chops, and I believe the entire franchise would benefit from him. The only thing i would ask is that if we see Joker's father, or anyone dealing with Joker-before-he-was-Joker, that Jack Nicholson plays that part.
Jack Nicholson as the Joker is one of those great movie memories from my childhood, and the only reason the first batman was worth watching(as apposed to the others that sported such horrible things as 1) penguins wearing missiles 2) neon lights on the batmobile 3) nipples on the batsuits[these are by no means the ONLY reasons the latter three batman movies sucked...])

On another note, I really enjoyed Batman Begins. If the sequel is to be on par or better, Paul Bettany is the way to go.

Whoops.

I feel really bad about this, but it all may work out in the end anyway...
I was supposed to go drinking with larkin on monday, but i forgot. I thought it was wednesday.
HMMMMM.
Oh well, Ill call her and all will be good.

White Wolf goes on tonight... Good stuff, methinks.
Society is on the brink of collapse, but this isn't a new thing. Three meals away from collapse...
I've decided to just take all the classes I want to take and go from there.
Developmental Psychology
regular psych classes
philosophy classes
graphic design stuff
sculpture(metal and others)
journalism
creative writing
and a couple of other things.
I think I'll take these until I figure out what exactly i want to do for a degree.

Movie Reviews

I would review Jarhead, Walk the Line, Saw II and Harry Potter, but I've only seen Saw II and Harry Potter. Will needs to show up for the other two and another viewing of HPGF.

Ahem.
*shakes out sleeves, sets to typing with a maniacal gleam in his eyes and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth*

Saw II.
Saw was the first of a new type of Horror movie. A mind fuck as well as gore, with a twist no one saw coming and a study of human behavior in unnaturally extreme circumstances.
Saw II was less of a mind fuck, still had the gore and a twist, but it was fleetingly obvious and disappointing. The Human behavior study was group physics, and the downfall of society in microcosm, but this has been done and done. The villain of the first Saw had a misplaced sense of righteousness, but he believed in what he was doing, and felt justified. Saw II brings us farther into his mind, but leaves us wanting. The glimpse cheapens the movie, and the ending cheapens both. If you are in the mood for a horror movie that has nothing to do with supernatural serial killers, aliens or trite stories written by Steven King, go see it. If you are looking for something on-par with Saw, don't expect much, and you will enjoy the movie.

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
The previous Harry Potter movies are full to bursting with trite references on how famous Harry Potter is, and all the goings on seem to center around him simply because he is the main character.
This has changed.
Goblet of Fire is a turning point, an anchor for the 90-mile-an-hour turn the story is taking. All the books so far have been written simply to give you a basis for the characters, but Goblet of Fire starts the arc that JK Rowling created the world to write. As far as the movie is concerned, there were some nuances that could just as easily been in the movie as not, and all together would have added maybe ten minutes to the story and given the movie that intellectual stimulus that would kick it higher in the Ranks of Good Movies. Certain reasons for the things that happen, certain character introductions that would tie the next movies together, certain things that could have happened to the characters, been explained away with a few seconds of dialogue and increased the story value tenfold. Most of the moments, when reading the book, that had me on the edge of my seat yelling 'what was he about to say!? How Is he going to get out of this!? simply weren't in the movie. Some of the heartrending moments that makes the story real and the characters people you've met weren't in the movie, and they were glazed over and explained away with an alternate storyline to make room for the action sequences and more CG. I understand how the movie industry works, but I don't understand why the movies being made of the most popular book series since the Hardy Boys don't follow the story. JK Rowling has made a goodly portion of this generation literate. I could understand fixing some things that made the book not quite good, but the movie regresses instead of improving.

The only thing I wanted to see that wasn't in the movie that didn't necessarily have to do with the plot was the Quiddich World Cup. Serious character development was lost by excluding it, and the story was much more intriguing with the events happening the way they did in the novel versus the movie.

If you are hungering to watch more of Harry Potter and Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, definitely go see the movie. If you are looking for the visualization of a good book, don't.
As with the third Harry Potter movie, characters were left out, others were given greater roles, and the story was more trite than the book.

all in all, the effects were good, the spells were there, the dragon looks great and the characters are all the same actors(barring Dumbledore, but there's nothing you can do about that). I recommend seeing the movie, but I definitely caution you to read the book first.

Doing Nothing

My writing has stagnated over the last week and a half. I have spent said time thinking on the World of Darkness character I will be playing tomorrow, and listening to the Harry Potter Audiobooks. I have also started listening to the Wheel of Time books on audiotape as well. Having left of years ago at book six, I started again with it.
Watching movies, playing video games, drawing the WoD character, drinking, modeling the ships and fighters of the Commonwealth Armed Forces and just chillin.
I guess this is just a bit of time off. Time to let my life come back into focus, time to get ideas and meet people so my writing doesn't suffer.
Question:
What good is writing endlessly if it's going to be bad and have to be rewritten anyway? my deadline has been pushed back to june 1. thats seven months, but at the same time, I want this to be good. I need to stop and give some time to short stories, get them published and start making a name for myself before I throw everything away on one story. I also need to figure out where my life is going. The only way I can survive on writing is publishing around 6 short stories a month at $250 each, which would put me up to what I make a month now, paying the takes and shite with it.
Hmm.
Not gonna happen.
I can expect something like $6,000 from my first novel, up to $10,000. If I can put out 3 novels a year, I will be making enough to live on, having to pay taxes quarterly with the self-employment tax of 15% as well as all the others.

the lack of lucrotivity is not the reason I haven't been writing though. I guess it has sorta become a second job type of thing.
as of next month i think i will start writing again, using the stockpile of ideas and interactions i will be hoarding over the next couple of weeks.

Eyes to See the World

Here I am, doing absolutely nothing with my life, letting the eyes I was given go to waste. The things these eyes could see, the lives and stories I could tell, all wasting away. I want to know the world, and tell everyone's story. I want to find the diamonds in the rough, and bring up the spirits of the world these eyes can see.
I want to see the world, I want to live in it, I want it to be real, and I want to write about it.
I'm not sure how to do this, but that's what I want.
to be a starving artist, backpacking and hitchhiking across the world, knowing what it's like to be in Iraq right now, knowing what the general attitude is in the Chek Republic. seeing the world in all its grimy glory, and shoving that view in the collective faces. I'm not trying to stop world hunger, I'm not trying to make world peace, I just want to slap you in the face with what the world is today, and let the decision to change it be up to you. I want to make you, the individual, live with the thought that you didn't have the strength of character to give that dollar, to vote the way you thought was right, to influence those in power to do the right thing. You ran away from your responsibility as a citizen of the world, and now every time you pick up a story or editorial by C. White, the embarrased flush that suffuses your cheeks may well be just enough to push you over the edge this time. If not, read the next one, or be content to live as a slave in a world you couldn't bother to change.

The Coming Doom

My Deadline is fast-approaching, and I've been doing jack and shit about it. I've been spending my free time thinking about the story, but my word count for the second Iteration is something around 7,900 words. Not good enough, especially due to the fact that my word count should be in the 16-17,000 range by today.

A Feast for Crows is already out, and I need to pick that up.

I've been spending my time wallowing about, building a World of Darkness character(white wolf) and thinking on his back story instead of putting my head down and trucking on with the story. If I want thsi done by the first of the year, then I need to be doing this hardcore, instead of, 'im tired of listening to Harry Potter, time to write, and getting 400 words read but not necesarily edited.


Golden Brown, texture like sun; lays me down with my mind she runs throughout the night; no need to fight, never a frown with Golden Brown.

I feel like my life is over, and someone is playing the end credits. Nobody told me I should be walking into the sunset, so I'm going about my life as usual, dead but not knowing it. It's just something about today... I feel like the other shoe is waiting to drop, the hammer is poised above the anvil, Waiting for the other handcuff to ratchet closed.
These feelings make me want to run home and throw my head under the pillows, dissapear, or arm myself with the kind of artillery reserved for Intergalactic War.

I guess I'm just tired of groping around in the dark, not knowing there's a knife on the table until my hand is gushing blood, not knowing that there is someone next to me until I stub my toe on their heel. If I could find a lightswitch to shed light on the situation for just one moment, give me my bearings back and a direction to walk towards.
The world is a maze, and I'm God's little blind mouse.

Loving The Way I Throw Caution to the Wind

So I almost fucked Larkin tonight. All the shit that has been said previously aside...
I almost fucked Larkin tonight.

we got into a conversation that resulted in her asking me to come over and drink at her place. This almost happened. We were paying our tabs when her half boyfriend(this is the guy she's kinda trying to find a reason to break up with, due to all kinds of fucked up shite....) walks in and takes her away to have this Reasess the relationship talks, and ends up walking her home.

OH well. We talked the whole time about how we should date the next time we're both single..

I'ts funny how most people like to keep a contingency plan before they take risks. I sometimes wish i could go to a previous save if you will, but that's usually because I've stuck my neck out and gotten chopped, ending a mediocre thing without a good thing to replace it.

Oh, well.

I was thinking tonight that I have a HUGE standard that I hold others to, but fail to meet, or hell, even hold MYSELF to. I haven't changed much in the last three years. Some key things that affect decisions, but mostly, I am still the Cam that most of you know. I don't know if that means I've gotten to a position that I am closer to comfortable with, or if I've just become lazy as fuck.
If I'm coming closer to comfortable, does that mean I'm becoming complacent, or does that mean I'm giving up?

I don't think I'm giving up, but my perspective is tainted....
Tainted Love, that which spawns inside of me...