Was checking out a fan site for the upcoming Queen Of The Dammed movie and it got me thinking.

Fans of a book/series tend to go into a movie/remake of their scacred text with some very set notions of how everything should be. The actors hair. Accents. Visual interpertations. What scenes are kept/deleted. How the film is marketed. Who it is marketed to. I gotta say folks, if you want to be that anal about the finished product, go make your *own* movie. Because when you go into that theatere you will be looking at *someone elses’s* artistic interperation of your favorite book/characters/world. You may agree with it. You may hate it. But please, for the love of pete, sstop whinging about it.

Movies that people need to calm down about and accept that this was someone else’s take on holy cannon: Harry Potter, Phantom Menace, LOTR, Interview w/The Vampire, Queen of the Dammed, and X-Men. (Just the one’s off the top of my head)

Another casting call idea…. Scotty 2 Hotty as Deadpool. (No one should enjoy their work that much)

The Anti-Thesaurus – An interesting idea. Don’t think it’ll ever work, but it would be nice.

This is the first year I can remember where I’m actively not enjoying the holidays. Too damm much stuff to do, too many things I have to buy, not enough time to sleep. Urg.

I am about to make a confession that will make almost everyone who knows me shake their heads in sad bewilderment.

I watch pro wrestling. And I like it.

Why? It’s fun. It’s an interestingly written soap opera that my boyfriend and I can both watch and neither of us feels like a pouf. It’s got bad buys and good guys. Heros to cheer, villans to boo, and underdogs to root for. The good guys don’t always win, and sometimes the bad guys look a lot like the good guys. (Kinda like real life.)

They are honest about the dangers inherent in the sport, and continually plead with their fans and the general viewing populace not to attempt their stunts. They even write books about this. They are misunderstood a lot, the looked down upon underdogs of the professional sports world; and I’ve always had a thing for underdogs. They work damn hard to do things that most actors and stuntmen can only attempt with complicated wire rigs.

They have some beautiful, strong amazonian women who can kick butt with the best of the men. (Of corse, they have even more female puff pieces who exist just to decorate the guys elbows, but I can ignore them.)

They have beautiful people, average looking people, and ugly people. Just like in real life. Some of them are thin. Some aren’t. Just like the rest of the world.

They have guys who make my 6’4″ viking of a boyfriend look small – and for some reason, I find that cool as hell. And a little funny.

And finally, it’s the last thing some folks would expect me to watch.