Me day.
Weekend: Friday was dinner at my brother's with him & his girlfriend. We always have a great time hanging with them-- partially because my brother is seriously freaking impressive, even though I cannot tell you why. And Friday, my level of being impressed with him shot to a totally new level. We had dinner and played card games 'til stupid o'clock in the morning. Saturday, after I got over one of the most skull-crushing headaches I've had in a long, long while, Julian and I had a little photoshoot for his photography practice. I'll post some good ones when I get them.
After that it was watching a movie, the Sci-Fi channel's miniseries Alice which, compared to the shit they usually slop out (BSG exempted), was pretty good. Great sets, watchable characters (Matt Frewer was chewing the scenery), an interesting re-imagining. BUT. Dear Sci-fi, you are getting formulaic as hell with your basic premises: it's always about someone we know waking up in the wilds of a strange world, then searching for something, then getting involved in the revolution against The Evils In Power (hello Tin Man, Riverworld, etc...). And hey! Those otherworlds? They ALWAYS look like the wilderness of Vancouver! I can spot Vancouver with relative ease now. Plus the always amusing Vancouver acting pool (Hi Gaeta!).
Then sleeeeeeep... for about four hours. We had to get up for church Sunday morning to watch a close friend's newborn be dedicated. The sermon was rambly and almost completely nonsensical (was a guest pastor, but still-- really bad) bit about how life is short and something about various perspectives on the crucifixion and... yeah, seriously, I am having a really hard time figuring out what the point was. At one point, the guy said "and maybe you've been consorting with Pagans..." Jason laughed and squeezed my hand. I came home and fell into a coma for about four hours, which was difficult, because Nox just wanted to talk. And talk. And talk. I tried to cuddle him to get him to shut up, but no. He wanted to have a conversation. So he had to chill out in the office so I could sleep some, because I was getting very cranky. We had dinner and watched 'Where The Wild Things Are,' which I thought was patently terrible. Visually stunning, but the story blew and the characters were tiresome negative nancies, so it felt like the movie dragged on fooooorrrreeeeeevvvvvveeeeeeeeerrrrrr.
(Seriously. You've got a bunch of big muppets with neroses. Also the sarcasm of adults but the emotional complexity of nine year olds. I mean, you could read them as manifestations of Max's dysfunction, but still. They were so fucking annoying, whining all the damn time, or having Big Artistic Rages, as though that's some sort of substitute for character or plot development. WAAAAH I AM SAD. WAAAAH I AM ANGRY. VALIDATE ME. If there'd been any sort of spoken resolution between any of the characters, it might have been a wee bit salvageable, but instead it was all, "you bit me and ran away from home, leaving me terrified, but now you get a smile and chocolate cake." IDK, the whole thing read as an "it's okay to act like a jerk; your suffering is DEEP and ARTISTIC" apologia. But hey, my schtick is kinda about personal responsibility, so what do I know?)
Work stuffs: Update complete, all convoes answered. Today, I am taking a me day.
The original plan was to take the BOS out to the park, but apparently it's not even cracking 60 today, and it'll be overcast and windy to boot. New plan: hot bath, catching up on The Tudors, working on BoS indoors. But I desperately, desperately need some me-time, because I've been very drained and short on any sort of warm social energy lately. Need to replenish.
After that it was watching a movie, the Sci-Fi channel's miniseries Alice which, compared to the shit they usually slop out (BSG exempted), was pretty good. Great sets, watchable characters (Matt Frewer was chewing the scenery), an interesting re-imagining. BUT. Dear Sci-fi, you are getting formulaic as hell with your basic premises: it's always about someone we know waking up in the wilds of a strange world, then searching for something, then getting involved in the revolution against The Evils In Power (hello Tin Man, Riverworld, etc...). And hey! Those otherworlds? They ALWAYS look like the wilderness of Vancouver! I can spot Vancouver with relative ease now. Plus the always amusing Vancouver acting pool (Hi Gaeta!).
Then sleeeeeeep... for about four hours. We had to get up for church Sunday morning to watch a close friend's newborn be dedicated. The sermon was rambly and almost completely nonsensical (was a guest pastor, but still-- really bad) bit about how life is short and something about various perspectives on the crucifixion and... yeah, seriously, I am having a really hard time figuring out what the point was. At one point, the guy said "and maybe you've been consorting with Pagans..." Jason laughed and squeezed my hand. I came home and fell into a coma for about four hours, which was difficult, because Nox just wanted to talk. And talk. And talk. I tried to cuddle him to get him to shut up, but no. He wanted to have a conversation. So he had to chill out in the office so I could sleep some, because I was getting very cranky. We had dinner and watched 'Where The Wild Things Are,' which I thought was patently terrible. Visually stunning, but the story blew and the characters were tiresome negative nancies, so it felt like the movie dragged on fooooorrrreeeeeevvvvvveeeeeeeeerrrrrr.
(Seriously. You've got a bunch of big muppets with neroses. Also the sarcasm of adults but the emotional complexity of nine year olds. I mean, you could read them as manifestations of Max's dysfunction, but still. They were so fucking annoying, whining all the damn time, or having Big Artistic Rages, as though that's some sort of substitute for character or plot development. WAAAAH I AM SAD. WAAAAH I AM ANGRY. VALIDATE ME. If there'd been any sort of spoken resolution between any of the characters, it might have been a wee bit salvageable, but instead it was all, "you bit me and ran away from home, leaving me terrified, but now you get a smile and chocolate cake." IDK, the whole thing read as an "it's okay to act like a jerk; your suffering is DEEP and ARTISTIC" apologia. But hey, my schtick is kinda about personal responsibility, so what do I know?)
Work stuffs: Update complete, all convoes answered. Today, I am taking a me day.
The original plan was to take the BOS out to the park, but apparently it's not even cracking 60 today, and it'll be overcast and windy to boot. New plan: hot bath, catching up on The Tudors, working on BoS indoors. But I desperately, desperately need some me-time, because I've been very drained and short on any sort of warm social energy lately. Need to replenish.