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Yesterday I did very little all morning, and in the afternoon we went to see The Core. My mother was convinced it was going to be an absolute turkey, but we were pleasently surprised.
Naturally, the pseudoscience was utterly terrible. The main thing I want to know is *what were their suits made out of*. There was a big song-and-dance about finding a material to make the hull of the ship-thing they used to go down to the centre of the Earth in (and in calling it Unobtanium, which was amusing), but then they suddenly whipped out these suits about halfway down that were capable of withstanding a) the pressure in the mantle and b) up to 4500degF, or 9000degF for a couple of minutes. This was quite impressively bad, although not as bad as the 'we really, really want to get the two main characters out of there' sequence.
They'd got down there, losing a couple of crewmen, they'd somehow rigged up the bombs without the proper controls, they'd deployed quite a neat trick to get themselves out of not having enough explosive power with them, and then they'd pulled another trick with the power supply to get the last bit of necessary explosive power out. And then they were the last two crew sitting there floating around with no power and the heat gradually leaking in, about to be blown up by the shockwave they'd created, and given that the rest of the crew had died in service to the mission, they weren't too dreadfully upset about this. But no, they couldn't let them die nobly like the black guy, the guy with no character development and the guy who'd been 'bad' all the way through so you just knew they had to die heroically at some point. They had to coax the 1/6 of the ship they had left back up to the surface and then talk to whales. (Talking to whales is almost unreservedly a bad idea in movies. You know they've lost it when they start talking to whales.)
They hadn't done as badly as movies normally do with J. Annoying Cracker Type, which was somewhat refreshing, although they did have a message flash up at one point saying '404 access denied' - y'know, if you're going to use the numbers, it's not as if it's entirely arcane that 40*3* is access denied, not 404. Anyway. Easily the best part of the whole movie is right near the start, where the scientist-main-character tells his PhD students to do a patently stupid web search, and when the students protest, he replies that if they can spend all day looking up Sailor Moon stuff with the T1 line they can get him some kind of reasonable data, and informs them that if they pull through on this one then he'll sign their doctrates blindfolded. Of course, it has some tough competition from the scene where cracker-boy (amusingly enough, nicknamed Rat, which he insists on being called, and all the military types call him 'Mr Rat'...) gets the knock on the door from the FBI and tries desperately to wipe all of his computers (big magnetic paddles ahoy!) before they can get them.
Today I walked into town with a backpack full of library books, then spent some time poking around in charity shops, and bought a nice black velvety dress, originally from Dorothy Perkins and showing no sign of wear, for the ludicrously small sum of £2. Hehe. I also got a few more library books. I did get the bus home, however. The bus fare's gone up again. I think it's probably cheaper (or as cheap) to travel by train now.Especially as there's no ticket machine at Cressing so I really *can't* buy a ticket..
I did, however, conspicuously fail to do any maths. And I hit a bit of a roadblock with my code; it brings up the nice sidebar, then it prints one of the map tiles in the middle of said sidebar, and when you close it there's lots of incomprehensible Tk exceptions, and I haven't been able to work out what's wrong yet. But I haven't really given it a thorough looking over, because I spent most of today reading or sleeping.
Naturally, the pseudoscience was utterly terrible. The main thing I want to know is *what were their suits made out of*. There was a big song-and-dance about finding a material to make the hull of the ship-thing they used to go down to the centre of the Earth in (and in calling it Unobtanium, which was amusing), but then they suddenly whipped out these suits about halfway down that were capable of withstanding a) the pressure in the mantle and b) up to 4500degF, or 9000degF for a couple of minutes. This was quite impressively bad, although not as bad as the 'we really, really want to get the two main characters out of there' sequence.
They'd got down there, losing a couple of crewmen, they'd somehow rigged up the bombs without the proper controls, they'd deployed quite a neat trick to get themselves out of not having enough explosive power with them, and then they'd pulled another trick with the power supply to get the last bit of necessary explosive power out. And then they were the last two crew sitting there floating around with no power and the heat gradually leaking in, about to be blown up by the shockwave they'd created, and given that the rest of the crew had died in service to the mission, they weren't too dreadfully upset about this. But no, they couldn't let them die nobly like the black guy, the guy with no character development and the guy who'd been 'bad' all the way through so you just knew they had to die heroically at some point. They had to coax the 1/6 of the ship they had left back up to the surface and then talk to whales. (Talking to whales is almost unreservedly a bad idea in movies. You know they've lost it when they start talking to whales.)
They hadn't done as badly as movies normally do with J. Annoying Cracker Type, which was somewhat refreshing, although they did have a message flash up at one point saying '404 access denied' - y'know, if you're going to use the numbers, it's not as if it's entirely arcane that 40*3* is access denied, not 404. Anyway. Easily the best part of the whole movie is right near the start, where the scientist-main-character tells his PhD students to do a patently stupid web search, and when the students protest, he replies that if they can spend all day looking up Sailor Moon stuff with the T1 line they can get him some kind of reasonable data, and informs them that if they pull through on this one then he'll sign their doctrates blindfolded. Of course, it has some tough competition from the scene where cracker-boy (amusingly enough, nicknamed Rat, which he insists on being called, and all the military types call him 'Mr Rat'...) gets the knock on the door from the FBI and tries desperately to wipe all of his computers (big magnetic paddles ahoy!) before they can get them.
Today I walked into town with a backpack full of library books, then spent some time poking around in charity shops, and bought a nice black velvety dress, originally from Dorothy Perkins and showing no sign of wear, for the ludicrously small sum of £2. Hehe. I also got a few more library books. I did get the bus home, however. The bus fare's gone up again. I think it's probably cheaper (or as cheap) to travel by train now.
I did, however, conspicuously fail to do any maths. And I hit a bit of a roadblock with my code; it brings up the nice sidebar, then it prints one of the map tiles in the middle of said sidebar, and when you close it there's lots of incomprehensible Tk exceptions, and I haven't been able to work out what's wrong yet. But I haven't really given it a thorough looking over, because I spent most of today reading or sleeping.
