i wish i could sleep in on the weekends. i determined that i would skip Glitter
to do just that, and then popped awake at 7am anyway.
i'm pretty confused about my health...after two days of listlessness and hacking cough, i was almost bouncy through last night's Star Wars game. then cruddy again this morning until C brought me coffee. now i'm sniffly, but not broken. um, okay. maybe i'm allergic to work.
the new Blade Runner cut is satisfying. locals are encouraged to see it on the really big
screen. best surprise: Darryl Hannah's acting. Pris has very few lines, but there's a great deal transmitted before and after they're spoken. (i know that part of missing this previously was having a child's understanding of the film. the rest is getting to see a dimly lit film in a clean print on a big screen instead of on a television.) also, i had forgotten that Edward James Olmos' character has blue eyes. worst addition: extra gore. it's completely unnecessary and breaks the noir sensibility of the film. i'm looking forward to the DVD set. this was the first time i was asked to fill out a before-and-after audience survey. it appeared to be feeling out interest in a wider theatrical release, plus marketing choices. (the thing they failed to cover was the fact that i am still attached to the 1982 domestic cut and care most about getting the DVD set that includes it, even if it's just the chance to really compare them. it's why i hadn't thought about buying a DVD of the film up to this point. Highlander and Aliens are the only director's cuts i've seen that completely supersede the theatrical release.)
i bought drapes for the living room and hemmed them. i made myself a fleece scoodie
?) i really need to make myself finish the quilt that has to be done by the end of the month.
running the vacuum before people arrived last night felt way too good, like some Stepford-style tinkering with my brain.
i started reading Blood Meridian
yesterday, but had to put it down. being deep into tech writing/editing mode apparently means that my brain rejects fiction that is chock-full of sentence fragments.
Dear Internets: okay, i can deal with NaNoWriMo ad nauseam for the anticipatory second half of October and all of November and then the navel-gazing of early December, but only if we stop the NaBlahBlahMo everything else. stop the camel-case. stop the portmanteau. reading, blogging, knitting...you suck. you suck like the people who made wearing a colored ribbon meaningless. you suck like the people who turned rubber bracelets into a fashion accessory.
thanks (i think) to sinthrex
who turned us on to Yahtzee's reviews
. it's so sad when you watch even if you don't care if you have played or will ever play the game. (pixxelpuss
, check out the one for Peggle