The Evening After
Jan. 25th, 2008 11:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustSo...wonderful response to "Think Like A Gun" thus far, which makes me happy--the immediate rec from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rispacooper was particularly sweet, the more so since A) we share the same tastes and B) I really admire her stuff. All in all, a good couple of days wasted.;)
However, today on its own was fairly gruelling: On the one hand, I was able to go to iRepair and finally get my iPod battery replaced (a service the Apple Store apparently considers itself far too busy/good to perform, even for money), which rocks. On the other, I was later sidelined with an incredible bout of diarrhea from about 4:00 PM on--pure water and muck, basically. Side effect of my antibiotics, which I sure don't want to stop taking. It's over for now, thank Christ, but it was pretty shitty (ha, ha) while it lasted.
Last book read: 99 Coffins: A Historical Vampire Tale, by David Wellington--the first book he's done specifically for publication, if I'm not mistaken. Well, he's a damn good pusher, and his crack continues to be pretty damn delicious. In some ways, I actually think I might have liked this better than its predecessor, 13 Bullets...and since I liked 13 Bullets a lot, that's saying something. Still the same stringent pace and wonderfully palpable descriptions, along with a vision of vampires that's a lot more 30 Days of Night than it is Lestat. I hope somebody's planning on picking these up and putting them onscreen sometime soon, because they'd really play like sons of bitches down at your friendly neighborhood multiplex.
I'll pause here for a moment of not-exactly-silence, and register my shock (along with practically every other Livejournaller, far as I can tell) at the news of Heath Ledger's death. Sadly, when I first heard that Brad Renfro's addictions had finally done for him, I wasn't very surprised--though I think he definitely had the potential to exceed those first strong performances he gave in The Client and Apt Pupil, he seemed talented but directionless, never quite even a B-lister, always sucked back down towards his trailer trash roots by a bad support system and easy access to drugs. But when it's a 28-year-old recent Best Actor Oscar nominee who starts developing symptoms (rail-thinness, weird eyes, constant scratching) which indicate he may have similar problems, you expect someone to at least take him aside and kick his ass for him, tell him he has a daughter and a summer blockbuster coming out, so shape the fuck up.
And maybe someone did plan to. Maybe they already had, and were planning to do it again. But obviously, not quite fast--or effectively--enough.
It's a damn pity.
rispacooper was particularly sweet, the more so since A) we share the same tastes and B) I really admire her stuff. All in all, a good couple of days wasted.;)However, today on its own was fairly gruelling: On the one hand, I was able to go to iRepair and finally get my iPod battery replaced (a service the Apple Store apparently considers itself far too busy/good to perform, even for money), which rocks. On the other, I was later sidelined with an incredible bout of diarrhea from about 4:00 PM on--pure water and muck, basically. Side effect of my antibiotics, which I sure don't want to stop taking. It's over for now, thank Christ, but it was pretty shitty (ha, ha) while it lasted.
Last book read: 99 Coffins: A Historical Vampire Tale, by David Wellington--the first book he's done specifically for publication, if I'm not mistaken. Well, he's a damn good pusher, and his crack continues to be pretty damn delicious. In some ways, I actually think I might have liked this better than its predecessor, 13 Bullets...and since I liked 13 Bullets a lot, that's saying something. Still the same stringent pace and wonderfully palpable descriptions, along with a vision of vampires that's a lot more 30 Days of Night than it is Lestat. I hope somebody's planning on picking these up and putting them onscreen sometime soon, because they'd really play like sons of bitches down at your friendly neighborhood multiplex.
I'll pause here for a moment of not-exactly-silence, and register my shock (along with practically every other Livejournaller, far as I can tell) at the news of Heath Ledger's death. Sadly, when I first heard that Brad Renfro's addictions had finally done for him, I wasn't very surprised--though I think he definitely had the potential to exceed those first strong performances he gave in The Client and Apt Pupil, he seemed talented but directionless, never quite even a B-lister, always sucked back down towards his trailer trash roots by a bad support system and easy access to drugs. But when it's a 28-year-old recent Best Actor Oscar nominee who starts developing symptoms (rail-thinness, weird eyes, constant scratching) which indicate he may have similar problems, you expect someone to at least take him aside and kick his ass for him, tell him he has a daughter and a summer blockbuster coming out, so shape the fuck up.
And maybe someone did plan to. Maybe they already had, and were planning to do it again. But obviously, not quite fast--or effectively--enough.
It's a damn pity.
