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On accurate movie trivia

elliot — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 17:05:27 +0000

Coworker [12:51:43]: theres a rumbly in my tumbly
Elliot Ronen [12:51:49]: GET IT OUT GET IT OUT
Coworker [12:51:58]: rumblerumblerumble
Elliot Ronen [12:52:05]: KILL IT WITH FIRE
Coworker [12:52:10]: ummm
Coworker [12:52:12]: what
Elliot Ronen [12:52:13]: dude
Elliot Ronen [12:52:15]: I’ve seen Alien
Elliot Ronen [12:52:22]: I know what rumbling in stomachs means
Coworker [12:52:32]: I’M HAVING A VAMPIRE BABY?!
Elliot Ronen [12:52:46]: I’m not sure we’re talking about the same Alien.

It was funny to me.

On jobs

elliot — Mon, 27 Apr 2009 14:16:04 +0000

I’m not sure what this says about much of anything, but it was mildly amusing.

me: If you get this job, I have a friend’s resume I want to give you.
her: Hah, of course you do.
me: Yeah, I think she’d fit in really well there. She’s got a lot of experience in…
her: Wait, so your ‘friend’ isn’t you?
me: No, it’s a friend from grad school.
her: Oh. Ok then.

I’m not sure why this little exchange affected me as strongly as it did (at no fault of the girl at the other end). Why is it assumed that we’re looking out for ourselves? Are we no longer expected to help someone out simply because we can? This is something I wrestle with quite a bit.

On breaking convention

elliot — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 22:43:17 +0000

I just finished On Her Majesty’s Secret Service on the train into the city. The end of the book is so sudden and disarming that I’m not quite sure if I

On continuing (James Bond) education

elliot — Wed, 22 Apr 2009 14:28:34 +0000

Since my last 007 related post, I’ve finished two more books and am drawing a third to a close: Thunderball, The Spy Who Loved Me and On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. These make up an interesting sandwich of books in that the two on the ends, TB and OHMSS, both deal with SPECTRE and their sweeping, much-well-too-thought-out schemes of destruction for the United Kingdom. TSWLM, on the other hand, is a book about being a woman, literally.

The entire book is written from the perspective of the Bond Girl, with the first third of the narrative describing, in Fleming’s patented TOO-MUCH-INFORMATION-O-VISION, the entire life circumstance of this girl coming to this motel deep in the Adirondacks. The action takes place over the course of just one night. It’s a pretty good story, the villain isn’t super-outlandish (although extremely small-time compared to the likes of the SPECTRE stories that surround it) and Bond’s involvement in the plot is described as much of an accident. I will update my villain ridiculousness over time chart once I finish the next book.