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In which I reflect on Verhoeven's Starship Troopers and lapse into a short revenge fantasy.
Sunday, 2004-08-29 | Classic Gin, Film, Journal
One of the few films that is consistently able to bring me to waifish tears is Paul Verhoeven's Starship Troopers. Did I call those tears waifish? I had meant to call them Martial. As the War God laments the nameless dead, so do I. No heroes.
In related news, the following message has just reached deep space:
themattrhorn: holy shit the guy who directed dracula: the dark prince is joe chappelle, the same man responsible for Dean Koontz's Phantoms!!!
If it was ever your estimation that there was such a thing as coincidence, lay that estimation to rest.
New Petri pics tomorrow from New Haven.
On a personal note, I'd like to offer the following: I do indeed watch as my enemies crowd and cackle and frenzy at even the vaguest rumor that a drop of my blood has spilt into the water. I watch, and I suffer a hunger that eclipses theirs so utterly as to make each and every coy vendetta seem gossamer and insubstantial, even in the shadow of a slug.
In related news, I sleep unaccompanied for the current interval, thank the Immortal Gods.
