The Daily Adventures of Mercat

Okay, so, Van Helsing is pretty much cheesy as hell no matter how you look at it, but that's why it's good, right Katy? =P

Anyway, it's kind of terribly written (but only kind of) and I never understood if it was supposed to be the first of a series or what, but they set up this mystery of who Van Helsing is--he's apparently been alive for nearly 1800 years and has no idea who he is--and he's supposed to maybe figure it out at Castle Anthrax Valerious (or... Drac's place, rather, now that I think about it) but they never fucking explain it. It always bothers me, every time I watch it, because despite how cheesy the rest of it is, they wrap things up pretty cleverly and tightly with the "deus ex machina" and shit. (FYI, I love that "Q" scene in the Vatican. I lol my ass off every time.) (Oh, and for as cheesy as it is, the CGI is pretty damn good. It actually doesn't bother me, for once.)

But yeah, my whole point of this (which was supposed to be a short post) is to say that I figured it out.

HE'S WOLVERINE, ~DUH~


which also explains the adamantium silver adamantium bullets, lol.


[EDIT] Oooooh, apparently he's supposed to be the angel Gabriel or some shit. And apparently I don't give a shit, and I only watch this movie for the cheez factor.




That's true. It's only fair, assessment-wise.



[Bride of EDIT] Also, I never understood the whole wolf-sticking-to-the-wall thing. Never.

[Son od EDIT] Okay, so, they never actually explicitly call him the angel Gabriel, I guess you're supposed to figure out that's what "the Left Hand of God" means, which I can't say I've ever heard other than in this movie. (And let me tell you, this movie is a huge mishmash of many other pieces.)

And more to the point, how is that even satisfying? Haha, you get to live forever, cursed by the church, and going around killing evil for God. What fun that will be, amirite?

This movie is so weird. But soooo good. In a bad way.

You see, the strange thing is, I didn't have any caffiene yesterday. So all these weird dreams I've been having, which is usually a caffiene thing--this time, it is not the case.

Last night, I had a completely acid trippy dream. It involved a Batman who was Batman but wasn't Bruce Wayne (and not Terry what's his face either, he was honestly this Batman but imagine some random blonde guy under the mask, and think more like the bluish coloration of the cartoon style) and several other superheroes (combo Marvel and DC, in case you cared) and a gang fight (sort of Xmen movie-style) involving some people who thought superheroes were actually Harry-Potter-style witches and wizards.

IT WAS VERY CRACKED OUT.

There's more, but it's so far out there that I overload my brain thinking about it. See, the weird thing with my dreams are, they're not at all "fortune-teller"-y, they're just my brain processing things I experienced during the day, or random neurons firing, I don't know. But I don't usually get a case like this where ALMOST EVERYTHING is something I consciously thought about during that day, particularly, in this case, the hour before I went to bed:

1) A concrete block--I met with Mark and Kay to talk about their brick garden wall design, and we talked about doing a concrete block center with a brick/tiling facade rather than a straight up brick structure.

2) The superheroes--I was upset I had to hang out in the lab until 1 am and that I was missing Robot Chicken. The night before, Robot Chicken was the episode where the construction workers are designing the Chachapoyan temple from Raiders, and then later in the episode there is the Justice League sidekick party-thing.

3) A nutcase teenager Sarah Palin lookalike--I read an article about her (and feminism, interestingly enough) an hour or so before I went to bed.

4) The fact that one area looked like Liz Markus' house--I referred to her in discussion once during the day, but that's about it.

Batman and some of the other stuff are usual enough occurrences that I'm not exactly surprised they showed up, but it was still weird.

The part I can't figure out? The Harry-Potter obsessed gang... I just do not know.

[EDIT] OH AND BATMAN-WHO-WAS-NOT-BRUCE-WAYNE HAD PARENTS. AND A LITTLE SISTER WHO WAS ABOUT EIGHT YEARS OLD. AND SHE WAS WEARING LIT CHRISTMAS LIGHTS, WHICH I SAW ON A HOUSE IN THE GHETTO COMING HOME FROM THE COMPUTER LAB AT 1 AM.

WHAT
THE
FUCK,

BRAIN