It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift
A very thinky day, in all.
Nothing outside the Fortress of Solitude to show for it, really, but things were Seen To.
There's no more painting or touch up to be done in the living room anymore, so when the cheque gets where it's going, we can now begin ordering replacement furniture for what we lost in the flood. That's good.
Even better, the recoverable depreciation cheque is on its way, and when it arrives, Dominus will be able to retire the ticking time bomb that is his current car, and let her expire with some dignity. (For the last three months, only loyalty to him personally has kept that car moving, I swear it! She loves her man, but she's just done, y'know?) So sometime this week -- I suspect Thursday, -- there will be a new ship in the Mandala House fleet.
Dominus and I saw Watchmen tonight. Liked it more than I'd expected to, really, and I think it made the transition from comic medium to film as well as could be expected for such a dense amount of worldbuilding. That said, as a movie to be ranked against other movies, the first half hour was really quite dull. It was only clever as viewer who had reference to the comic, by way of parsing out how they'd gone about inserting the clues to the world construction into the storyline.
Also? I'll say it outright and without shame -- get over the blue peen, okay folks? The fucking titty shot was more intrusive and distracting than Dr. Manhattan's Long Island, okay? Let's all just wrap our brains around the idea that bodies of men are just bodies, and no more shocking than the bodies of women, which we've had no qualms about objectifying for, oh, CENTURIES now, can't we, please? Fah. The way some people had been going on about it, I expected Jon to be doing the Elvis hip-shimmy with his foreskin knocking against the camera. No. He was just ... being there while naked. That's all. Sheesh!
ANYway. The soundtrack choices for this movie were really fantastic, I have to say that outright. And the fight choreography was pretty -- especially when Dan and Adrian went at it. I also appreciated the understated gayness of Adrian, and that, aside from his introduction/flashback shot, there was no overt 'ooh, lookit, teh ghey!' Unlike with Sillhouette, alas. I could have lived without that caricature, but it was in the book, and yet another example of book details that got shoehorned into the film at the expense of flow and poise. Ehn. Some day there will be lesbian characters in films that are poised, and proud, who act with dignity, and who DON'T get killed off to make room for straight people to drive the plot along. I truly believe that... *Sigh*
So the bottom line is, it was worth the $20 to go and see it. That's a pretty tall order for films these days, seeing as how we've got video on demand through the cable channels. I won't be seeing it again, but I'm glad I at least got to see it once in the theatres.
IN OTHER NEWS!
I'm about halfway through the layout for my poetry book Verse Before the Flood. This is the book that I'm self publishing to try and cover some of the insurance shortfall from the damage done to Mandala House's library last January, for those who've just joined us. Things are coming together really well, and there are some truly beautiful illustrations going into the book. I really can't wait to get the whole thing assembled, and send it to Lulu, just so I can hold a copy in my hands, you know?
But I'm also not going to rush it -- errors in layout are incredibly easy to make, and can bork up an entire book if you don't catch them before things go to press. So I'm going carefully. (Which means, to those still outstanding, I'm also not rushing YOU! I'll let y'all know if I'm done and you're all I'm waiting on, I promise!)
And finally, the really wonderfully bright Silver Lining of the post:
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naomi_traveller is coming to visit on her way through to The City this weekend! Yoorays! I love when this happens!
Bed now!
*Falls over*
Nothing outside the Fortress of Solitude to show for it, really, but things were Seen To.
There's no more painting or touch up to be done in the living room anymore, so when the cheque gets where it's going, we can now begin ordering replacement furniture for what we lost in the flood. That's good.
Even better, the recoverable depreciation cheque is on its way, and when it arrives, Dominus will be able to retire the ticking time bomb that is his current car, and let her expire with some dignity. (For the last three months, only loyalty to him personally has kept that car moving, I swear it! She loves her man, but she's just done, y'know?) So sometime this week -- I suspect Thursday, -- there will be a new ship in the Mandala House fleet.
Dominus and I saw Watchmen tonight. Liked it more than I'd expected to, really, and I think it made the transition from comic medium to film as well as could be expected for such a dense amount of worldbuilding. That said, as a movie to be ranked against other movies, the first half hour was really quite dull. It was only clever as viewer who had reference to the comic, by way of parsing out how they'd gone about inserting the clues to the world construction into the storyline.
Also? I'll say it outright and without shame -- get over the blue peen, okay folks? The fucking titty shot was more intrusive and distracting than Dr. Manhattan's Long Island, okay? Let's all just wrap our brains around the idea that bodies of men are just bodies, and no more shocking than the bodies of women, which we've had no qualms about objectifying for, oh, CENTURIES now, can't we, please? Fah. The way some people had been going on about it, I expected Jon to be doing the Elvis hip-shimmy with his foreskin knocking against the camera. No. He was just ... being there while naked. That's all. Sheesh!
ANYway. The soundtrack choices for this movie were really fantastic, I have to say that outright. And the fight choreography was pretty -- especially when Dan and Adrian went at it. I also appreciated the understated gayness of Adrian, and that, aside from his introduction/flashback shot, there was no overt 'ooh, lookit, teh ghey!' Unlike with Sillhouette, alas. I could have lived without that caricature, but it was in the book, and yet another example of book details that got shoehorned into the film at the expense of flow and poise. Ehn. Some day there will be lesbian characters in films that are poised, and proud, who act with dignity, and who DON'T get killed off to make room for straight people to drive the plot along. I truly believe that... *Sigh*
So the bottom line is, it was worth the $20 to go and see it. That's a pretty tall order for films these days, seeing as how we've got video on demand through the cable channels. I won't be seeing it again, but I'm glad I at least got to see it once in the theatres.
IN OTHER NEWS!
I'm about halfway through the layout for my poetry book Verse Before the Flood. This is the book that I'm self publishing to try and cover some of the insurance shortfall from the damage done to Mandala House's library last January, for those who've just joined us. Things are coming together really well, and there are some truly beautiful illustrations going into the book. I really can't wait to get the whole thing assembled, and send it to Lulu, just so I can hold a copy in my hands, you know?
But I'm also not going to rush it -- errors in layout are incredibly easy to make, and can bork up an entire book if you don't catch them before things go to press. So I'm going carefully. (Which means, to those still outstanding, I'm also not rushing YOU! I'll let y'all know if I'm done and you're all I'm waiting on, I promise!)
And finally, the really wonderfully bright Silver Lining of the post:
naomi_traveller is coming to visit on her way through to The City this weekend! Yoorays! I love when this happens!Bed now!
*Falls over*