Twilight fans need straightjackets

UPDATE: Hey, Twilight fans. With an s, because there are more than one of you. I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT A SINGLE PERSON. I AM NOT PICKING ON ANY SINGLE PERSON. So stop sending me hate email and quit trolling my Facebook. If you’d like to say something to me, leave a comment here and prove how brave you are, rather than hiding behind an anonymous email address and your other friends on Facebook.

Also, if you can have your opinion, I can have mine. So please stop hating me just because I don’t agree with you.


Why do Twilight fans get so offended when someone doesn’t like Twilight? I mean, seriously, I have spoken to some people who are so obsessed with it, you’d think they might actually die if all of the movie actors got killed or the books were banned. (Note: I’m not singling anyone out here, in case you were wondering. I’ve just seen way too many people unhealthily obsessed and it’s perplexing.)

I have a lot of things that I love: The Crow (both the graphic novel and movie), Watchmen (both the graphic novel and the movie), The Dark Tower, Inglourious Basterds, to name a few. I collect almost anything related to The Crow and am working on getting all of the Watchmen action figures. Inglourious Basterds moves me every time I watch it. The Dark Tower series is hands down my all-time favorite book series. These are only a few examples of things I really love that spark an interest in me.

I have never written Facebook statuses proclaiming Eric Draven my love. I have never devoted all of my time to creating art based on Watchmen. I have never gotten angry when someone I met didn’t like The Dark Tower or hadn’t heard of it. Bad reviews of Inglourious Basterds don’t make me sputter and ask people how they can be so stupid for not liking it. I don’t swoon in anticipation of the next installment of The Dark Tower comic book series: “OMG I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL (INSERT MONTH HERE)!!!”

Each person is entitled to like whatever they want to like, but Twilight fans are seriously just fucking creepy. Some of them actually compare their relationships to that of the two main characters’, Bella and Edward. Some of these people have it so hard for Edward that I fear for any Twilight posters’ well being.

This is why I don’t like Twilight. The fans are seriously disturbed. I’m not even joking or exaggerating any of this. You* people need help.


*There are some normal Twilight fans out there. Some.

Movies that didn't suck in 2009

I only saw a few movies this year. Honestly, I thought most of 2009′s new movies were garbage and didn’t bother. There were a few I wanted to see but just didn’t get there, so I’ll probably rent those at some point. I really want to go see The Princess and the Frog, and will probably be going sometime this week with my mom and sister.

Unfortunately, Hollywood no longer thrills me. All of the supposedly “scary” movies look like they were filmed to frighten three-year-olds, and all of the supposedly “funny” movies look like the same stupid shit that’s already been done. Maybe I am a movie snob. I didn’t know I was a movie snob, but here we are. I’m a huge horror freak, so I take my horror movies very seriously. (I’m looking at YOU, lame ass 3D My Bloody Valentine. Your trailers made me giggle.)

I did see a few movies this year that absolutely blew my fucking mind… and a few that kind of just, well, didn’t do any blowing. They just sucked. (Hi, X-Men Origins: Wolverine. Yes, I know I watched a rough mid-production version, but still. You bored me to tears!) The Hangover was pretty fucking predictable and only made me actually laugh maybe three times.

BUT.

Taken, Watchmen, and Inglourious Basterds absolutely thrilled me. I sat in the theater, completely and totally emotionally tied to everything that happened in those movies. For the two or so hours they ran, I was a PART of those movies. If you don’t know the feeling I’m describing, I’m sad for you. It’s the feeling that says, “The cast and crew more than did their job right with this one and are completely sweeping me away!”

They were fucking EPIC in a way that Lord of the Rings can’t even begin to be. I would say that they are my absolute three favorite movies of this year, and that they all go under “Favorite Movies of All Time,” right under The Crow.

(I saw maybe ten movies this year, which qualifies me to judge.)

Up and the latest Harry Potter were also good. Disney/Pixar always makes a good team, and the HP movies just keep getting better and better. (Unlike some other teen oriented movies, TWILIGHT. Sorry, but you suck and I won’t ever see New Moon or the other two. My hatred for annoying Twilight fans and all of the horrible ways the cast and crew fucked up the first movie will forever scar my love of the books. And for all of you supposed fans who have only seen the movies, do yourself a favor and read the books. Please.)

Ahem. Um, where was I? Oh yes, shitting on Twilight and praising Pixar. Or was it Harry Potter?

Whatever.

Anyway, if I ever get a little more time besides the time it takes to pick my nose, I’d also like to see: The Taking of Pelham 123, Zombieland, The Princess and the Frog, and District 9.

So. Now I’m done babbling. What were YOUR favorite movies this year? Leave a comment and tell me! And if you’re a Twilight fan, let’s take it to the parking lot! (;

Characters

I started reading Twilight again Saturday night. It’s just as addictive as the first time.

When I first read it, one of the things that really pulled me in was how easy it was to relate to Bella. She is sarcastic, new to Forks and the town’s high school, hates cold, rain and snow, sucks at sports, blushes easily and is shy. Despite the world Bella lives in (filled with vampires, shapeshifters, werewolves and danger), everything about her was as real to me as myself, because I saw a lot of myself in her character.

Stephenie Meyer is very good at creating believable characters. In her adult debut, The Host, the characters are just as vivid as they are in the Twilight Saga. Melanie and Wanderer, the novel’s main characters, were real to me despite the post-alien-invasion world the story was set in. Melanie was a normal human woman fighting for her life and the lives of her kid brother Jamie and true love Jared. Wanderer, the alien who had taken Melanie’s body, took on these emotions in a very believable way — so believable that the story itself showed me how wide our range of emotions are and how little sense they can make sometimes.

Characters are very important to me. If a novel or movie is plot-driven, I don’t usually like it. If it’s character-driven, however, I get sucked in and can’t put the book down. I try my hardest to create interesting characters with layers and layers of personality — characters with depth. I try to make my characters easy to relate to for the reader.

What are some things that appeal to you about characters in comics, movies, books and songs?

Today I’m two decades old!

Well damn, it’s here. The big 2-0. I can’t bask in the glory of being 19 anymore. (The number 19 is a really big part of Stephen King’s Dark Tower series. Yeah, I’m a nerd. Whatever.)

Today has been relatively uneventful. It kind of sucked at first. Dunkin Donuts screwed up my breakfast sandwich. I couldn’t get some code to do what I wanted it to do at work. It got better once I got home. I finished Breaking Dawn. I’m sad that it’s over, but I loved every minute of it. I won’t say anymore, because I don’t want to give anything away, but I’m so glad I caved and read Twilight. So, so, so glad. :D

Later tonight I’m going to Mike’s to watch Burn Notice. Tomorrow night I’m having cake with the family. Other than that, I’m just trying to get used to not being a teenager anymore. As grown up as I’ve always felt, I’ve still just been a teenager. This morning, still half asleep, I thought to myself, “well, I’m 19 today.” Yeah.

On a park bench, on a skyscrape

I’m almost done with Twilight. My prediction is that Edward is going to save Bella, but break up with her afterward under the notion that he doesn’t want her to get hurt again.

I have to say that I really liked this book. I couldn’t put it down. I sit here working right now and all I want to do is pick it up. (I brought it with me, for my smoke break later. Heh.) I haven’t been this into a novel since The Dark Tower series. I have a feeling I’m being set up for disappointment again, but I know I’m going to read all of the Twilight Saga books anyway. I am the type of person that can’t walk away from a good read. :D

Anyway, I have changed my mind about my NaNoWriMo novel yet again. I’ve decided I don’t want to write a memoir in any way, shape or form. I know this is going to disappoint some people, but all I could think of when the subject of writing it crossed my mind was that people I know were going to read it. I am not at all ready to share this part of my life with everyone yet. Maybe someday, but for now I just don’t have the nerve–even if I tell myself it might help someone out there. I’m not trying to shut anyone out. It’s just hard for me to imagine posting a chapter every day about the darkest time in my life, where anyone could read it. I know for the most part I won’t be judged badly, but it’s still really scary. I’m going to put the idea on the back burner for now and concentrate on something else.

There’s this story that my sister and I have had written out in our heads for five or more years now. I have attempted to write this story into a novel before, but gave up before I had really even started. In 2005, when I wrote down ideas for my first NaNoWriMo, I considered this story but ended up trashing it for historical fiction and horror based on the Donner party. I have a hard time finishing things once I start them, but I did finish my Donner party novel. I just didn’t win NaNo with it. In 2006, I again considered the story but trashed it for a, well, trashier novel. I didn’t even finish that, I hated it so much. Last year, I started The Cure Program and finished NaNo with it, but still haven’t finished the novel. (In my defense, I’ve hit a road block for the moment and can’t think up a way out of it.)

Even though I trashed the idea for other stories and never finished the original five pages I’d written, I also wasn’t sure that the world was ready for it. Sure, my sister and I believed in it, but at the time there was still a lot of hostility toward the subject matter. Now there is still some hostility but not as much. If by some chance it got published, I probably wouldn’t get as many gay bashers at my door, ready to launch missiles through my living room window.

The story is about two teenage boys on the verge of graduating who fall in love and bring out the best in each other. One is quite promiscuous and carefree–too carefree–and the other is introverted and empty. I have had this story outlined from A to Z for years now, that my sister and I made up over a few weeks’ period to entertain ourselves when we were younger. The dumbass that I am, though, never wrote anything down in outline form. What I did write down were some notes and the characters’ class schedules, but somewhere along the line gave up on the story and tossed everything. The five pages I had originally written–very bad five pages–luckily remained in a composition notebook, because some fragment of my mind was still sane at the time. So I do have an A,B,C,D-Z notion of the story now. My sister and I have been racking our old brains for the in-between details.

I hope to finish The Cure Program–which I always accidentally type as The Cute Program, heh–before November, and in the meantime work on this story’s outline, the short story I started last week, and my Tent City series. All I want to do lately is write.