Not your father's Star Trek!

I have a little problem with the new catch line for the Abrams' Star Trek.
Actually, I have a big fucking problem.
Uh, what exactly was wrong with our father's Star Trek? I mean, if it was good enough for you to get your grubby little hands on and redo, then it couldn't have been that bad.

Oh, unless he's referring to the social stigma it so wrongly is considered. In which case, he should be flogged, due to Abrams actually worsening the "stigma" Star Trek is on nerdom. By saying it's not our father's Star Trek is basically saying, "Hey! This isn't like the old show at all! It's cool! It's Hip! It's NOT Star Trek!" I honestly can't figure out a way to describe it for people who don't watch Star Trek. It's like an insult. It's like if someone took Casablanca and remade it.

Except in this Casablanca, the lead role would be played by Zac Efron and they'd add blood, explosions, and violence where there was none previously. It'd be in color with shitty Special effects and in the trailer, Rick Blaine would be shooting French people in the face with weapons that weren't invented yet while simultaneously making out with Ilsa, who is played by Miley Cyrus. The tag line would read,

"NOT YOUR GRANDPARENTS' CASABLANCA!!!"

I'll admit, it sounds kinda cool minus the casting, but it still isn't Casablanca. No one should temper with a classic like Casablanca, or in this case, Star Trek.

But, if Hollywood wants it done, Hollywood will get it done. *sigh* unfortunately...



On another topic, I'm hopefully finishing my vests today. Or at least one. This week I'm going to go to school completely 70s in style. Skirts, vests, bell bottoms, shirts tucked in, headbands, etc. Oh, and no shoes. :D I don't much like shoes anyway. Fuck having nice feet. Feet were there to be walked on and they know how to take rough conditions.

I watched a movie-thing on Led Zeppelin yesterday with my mom. I think my new celebrity crush is Robert Plant. I couldn't catch the name of the movie, however, so I can't go out and buy it. D: sadpanda. I wish i could have taped it. It would have made certain points in my future much more interesting.

Well, I've taken a break long enough. Back to vest making.


Later, dudes.
~Jew.

God damn dude it's almost summer.

Oh man, FUCK YES.


My brother walked into my room this morning and was all,
"Tch, you know Amanda... I'm really happy."
"And why is that?"
"It feels like summer. I mean, I get this really awesome feeling, and I'm nostalgic and it makes me feel like summer five years ago when Aunt Sharon and Aunt Deb came out. Remember that?"
"Dude, I so know what you're talking about."
"Yeah. This feeling is made of win."

Oh man, this feeling IS made of win. I'm motivated again, I'm eating healthier and I'm actually wanting to leave the house and socialize. My crippling fear of human beings has subsided and now I want to love and talk to everyone and just spread around my happiness.

Last year around this time I was all Simon and Garfunkel'd out. Man, I wore headbands and flowing skirts and vests and I didn't wear shoes and I danced EVERYWHERE. I jumped in puddles and kicked pebbles and made music by turning anything and everything into a drum. I was a regular fucking free-spirit and even my parents' douchebaggery couldn't keep me from being happy.

I swear, man, I'm gonna revel in awesome this summer. I'll be able to drive, and I'll be legal, so I'm just astounded with the possibilities. Almost everyone is staying in the AV and those that aren't will visit, or I'll take others and visit them up there. Kraut's gonna be an hour or two away, and so is my Louie. Man, I'll finally be able to meet that fool. D: After knowing him since late seventh grade, it's like we've met a long time ago. Jesus.

beach trips, man. I think the circle should go camping on the beach this summer. We can get a fire permit and have a big bonfire and roast weenies and make s'mores and have Webster and Woody play guitar and sara and everyone else play the bongos, and we'll be like a big group of hooligans. Of course, the only down side is that the world will explode from the gratuitous amount of pure awesome we'll emit.

Building sandcastles, splashing in the water, skipping rocks and lurking the piers by day, tribal shenanigans by night. Oh, I think this is an awesome plan.

We'll just need someone to help me organize it, some cash so we can actually rent a space, and sun screen. Oh god, the sun screen chelle and I will need. D:

It'll be like those stupid, unrealistic movies where the super hot, dumb blonde girls take their equally stupid boyfriends and they have an awesome time at the beach. Except there will be less sex and more lightsaber battling. And no one loses their organs! Yeah!

I'm gonna go clean my room, then do my chores and shower. Oh, how sweet today shall be. :D I wish you all a big fucking hug.

~Jew


(p.s. I deleted all of my old posts because they depressed me. I really had a shitty year last year, and I decided to just wipe the slate clean and start the fuck over. D:)