I might be a bit late getting on board this train, but you must forgive me; my insufferable yuppie-ness meant I refused to buy a TV for the past four months, since I sold Garry's old 200-pounder and moved to my tiny studio. So I have been living in a cave, or under a rock, for a while. I finally got this giant 40" Samsung on Black Friday, which looks totally out of place but has nevertheless become the focal point of the whole apartment and gives me strange comfort when feeling lonely at night.
I'm taking the oodles of time I don't have and putting some finishing touches on the tiny mouse-hole (as my mom calls it) studio apartment I've lived in for 4 months. One things I realized I needed was a bathroom clock, for two reasons:
No, seriously, what are they? We already established that some pretty comical things can be found at Target. But I saw these on the seasonal shelf and had to snap a picture because they are so bizarre.
I think it's maybe only the 4th novel I've actually gotten through in the last 6 years or so. Twilight series and other fantasy/sci-fi novels do not count. Yes, I'm a bit of a snob when it comes to reading, even though I've been a fantasy/sci-fi junkie since I was a kid.
Something I have been trying to improve in the last few years has been making a conscious effort to give in ways I've found difficult in the past. Two very concrete ways I think I can be more charitable is in 1) attitude and 2) money. One area in which I find it easy to be charitable, in comparison, is time, a resource I unfortunately have a tendency to squander as well.
Otherwise, I haven't been to a fast food chain (besides In-N-Out, which doesn't count!) in about 2 years. Yes the Wendy's fries were yummy, but I felt pretty gross afterwards.
So I know they were designed to be appealing to moviegoers. I think one review called them "familiar yet pleasingly exotic." I am not even sure what it means to be pleasingly exotic, but I think that hits the nail on the head. You feel really weird looking at these strange creatures and yet you find yourself strangely drawn in.
Non-sequitur: Why do tribal chiefs ever only seem to have daughters? Why don't they ever have sons in the movies?
I'm not really sure what does it for me - the super obvious resemblance to Native American and African tribes? The hugely expressive cat-eyes and human-like mouths? The way you can readily recognize the human actors who played them? The sensually exposed blue skin? Their raw physicality? Whatever it is, it's the stuff of dreams.
That said, when I got out of the IMAX theater tonight, I called Garry and said it gave me the creepin' willies to watch avatars make out, let alone have 'avatar sex.' I'm not sure why, but I think it has something to do with my feeling that such shameless displays of affection are specifically a figment of Western filmmaking, and these creatures seem decidedly non-Western.