And why is Firefox 3’s spell checker so awful compared to Firefox 2’s?  It’s like the dictionary has a mere fraction of the words.  It’s awful!  What the heck?!

So I just watched Cloverfield from Comcast On Demand.  I’m sorry that I payed five bucks to see it.  Maybe two might have been more about what it’s worth.  Which, I guess, makes a good rating system.  Two dollars out of five.  Heh heh.  Anyway…

So … what the flirk?!  Blair Witch Project meets Godzilla.  They even had to put in the runny nose scene.  I could have done without that, thanks.

Stupid big alien thing wipes out tons of military.  How in the world did that thing not get killed?  I mean maybe if it had technology, like shields or something … maybe.  But no.  It’s just a big fleshy thing and even carpet bombing it didn’t phase it any?  Come on!  I don’t care how big it is, flesh can only take so much punishment!

The little bugs were a cute touch.  Not really inspired, mind you.  Just like yet another zergling swarm.  Heck, even then they were hardly original.  Sci-fi loves a good bug swarm.  Still, the movie was better having them than not.

But come on!  Are people really so stupid?  And I don’t just mean the whole brave insane and assured death for love bit.  You know, the romantic in me likes to believe that much at least could happen.  But why does no one ever arm themselves?  I mean freaking hell!  They saw the bug swarm and did nothing.  Then they lost one of their group to the bugs and did nothing.  Then they kill one on their way back from the rescue and leave the damn fire ax embedded in the bug like it just had to be alone.  And it was alone! Bad writing there.  But I guess killing them all before they’d suffered even more would have been bad form.  Or something.

Still, why is it in so very many movies, people never pick up a damn weapon?  Aliens shooting you with ray guns while your military has machine guns and you have a breech-fed shotgun?  Don’t pick up the dead soldier’s machine gun and spare ammo.  Don’t pick up the alien’s ray gun and energy packs.  Just keep your shotgun, and when you run out of ammo, throw it at an alien.  Nerf!  So freaking stupid, and yet nearly every movie and TV show runs along those lines.  I mean drop me into a situation like that and I’d  be freaking armed to the teeth with every damn gun I could carry.  Over every piece of armor I could put on myself!

Or something like that.

And I mean, I know it’s New York and they don’t have like normal buildings, but sheesh, you’d think you could hole yourself up somewhere.

If I were in like an alien invasion or zombie movie, the first thing I’d do is run to the nearest super Walmart (or something similar) and weld all but one door closed.  I don’t care if I have to rip panelling out of some back down to weld over the glass doors out front, I am making that building secure!  Then I’d set up all of the generators in the dock area to make a generator room.  All of the ventillation is getting similarly reinforced, and HEPA filtered to hell and back.  And I’d arm myself with whatever shotguns and such they’ve got in there and keep the refrigerated and frozen food as cold as I could once the power goes out.  If it goes out.  There’d still be plenty of unperishables and bottled water and such in there too, but go through the perishables first because they won’t last as long.

But anyway, the point is once you’re in a defensible position, then you start messing around with looking for survivors or striking back or whatever.  Secure yourself.  Set yourself up for a long siege.  And then do stuff.

I’d probably even make my sleeping quarters suspended from the ceiling so that if a zombie somehow walked in, I’d still be way over his head, out of reach.  I’m not sure what I’d do if it were aliens, like in Cloverfield.  But it’d basically amount to the same of first setting up a secure perimiter.

So when all of those people are running around, running across the bridge, running through the city, et cetera - I’d have been finding a place to set up shop, collecting guns and ammo and food and water, and welding the damned doors closed and securing the windows and air vents with reinforcements of steel, steel, and more steel.  Let the invaders get through that.  I’ve seen enough zombie and alien invasion movies to know that you don’t run around all willy nilly.  If you’re going to survive, you’ve got to be smart from the beginning.

And you’ve got to accept that people will die.  No freaking bug/zombie-bitten refugees in my camp!  Want to stay in my domain?  First you’re going to sit in a quarentine room with everyone else.  I’ve seen Alien.  I’m gonna make sure no little bugger bursts out of your stomach.  Or that you don’t turn into some monster yourself.

I really don’t get how these people survive in these movies.  Well, other than “it was in the script”.  Bad writing.  I think Cloverfield sets a new low standard there.  Who the heck is going to run around carrying a camera like that through all of that?  Oh my god!  Alien bugs are trying to eat me!  Let me film it!  I don’t think so.

I know.  I’m rambling.  I’m not feeling so well.  But yeah … I’m waiting for the day when an intelligent movie of that genre is made.  Cloverfield certainly isn’t one.

So I’m recovering from my wisdom teeth getting pulled.  For some reason I feel guilty, sitting around, basically just watching TV.  I know.  I’m recovering.  I’m healing.  I shouldn’t be pushing myself.  And so far at least I have done the dishes this morning.  And cut up some onion to make some onion and garlic soup.  (I figure the healing properties of the garlic should help me recover anyway, and mushy onion in broth is soft enough for me to eat.)  It’s my usual blend of beef broth, beef bullion cubes, organic vegetable broth, and onions.  Just also with garlic this time.  I wish I’d bought more french onion soup broth from the store.  That’d have been nice.  But beef is almost as good.

It’s funny.  I’m not even really eating solid foods yet and I’m still feeling guilty.  Well, okay, so my hun made some mac ‘n cheese last night, and that mostly went down well.  The noodles were soft enough and slippery enough to get past my wounded gums okay.  Though by the end it was perhaps pushing it a bit.  And I had some hawiian bread with strawberry cream cheese too.  That definitely was pushing it.  But my stomach needed something solid.  I have a weird stomach.  It gets angry if I don’t take care of it.

Anywho, so I’m still pretty much on the only-barely-solids diet.  Good goddess I want some pizza.  And a burger.  But I’m being good.  And I’m rinsing my mouth with salt water after meals to hopefully keep any food particles from settling in to my wounded gums.

But ye gods I’m bored.  I’m just sitting around, enjoying the highs and lows of my Vicodin and watching crappy TV.  And being hot and cold and hot and cold.  And then putting ice packs on my face and getting really darn cold.  Though today I’m supposed to start putting on hot packs instead of cold.  Except I’m sweating like a pig.  I’m freaking hot.  I am not putting on a heat pack until I feel cooler or else I’m going to melt.

So … yeah.  Such is my life.  At least so far the swelling isn’t nearly as bad as I thought it’d be.  And my hun has done her best to stay home with me and take care of me and help me feel better.  And I got a nice call from my Mom.  So in good energies and prayer alone I should be right as rain any day now.  Meanwhile, I’ll keep doing my own meditation energy work, taking care of myself, and weening myself off of the Vicodin as early as possible.

If I could just get one good night’s sleep without constant pain-induced nightmares and frequently waking up, I’d probably be better in no time.

Wisdom teeth suck.

I’m just glad that I’m an independent software/hardware contractor that works from home.  Otherwise I’d be chewing through sick days or worse, be tempted to push myself back to work before I’m well again.