Happy Canada Day
Jul. 1st, 2008 11:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustSpent most of it fighting some sort of cold--probably the same thing Cal has/Mom had--with time off in the middle to miss a picnic in High Park with my actual friends in "favor" of a visit to the Island with Cal, Steve and Mom. This struck me as a bad idea from the get-go, on several levels; Mom decided it was best to set out around the time Cal usually has his nap, for example, and by the time we got within three blocks of the ferry dock, it was more than obvious that every other motherfucker in Toronto had also had exactly the same wonderful notion. As I said to Steve, on the ride over: "The only two places I can think of offhand where I would less enjoy being right now are prison and Pompeii." But I suppose it was worth it overall, if only because A) Cal went down like the Titanic a half-second after we finally got him home, and B) now Mom understands that it's not just me: He didn't want to go, he isn't equipped for a trip like that right now, it's not fun for anybody. So hopefully we can avoid doing this again, at least anytime in the immediate future.
As for me, I still have the trots, and my head is stuffy, I'm exhausted and sun-drunk (yeah, I kept my hat on throughout, but I don't think it helped all that much), and there's something weird going on with my left foot; business as usual. God, but the whole thing was a massive grind. Naturally enough, tomorrow I have three or four more things to do, in quick succession--take Cal to Daycare, make calls on this Montage article, pick him up and run him to the Geneva Centre for a 1:00 PM speech pathology assessment, get him back down to the St. Lawrence Rec Centre for a 4:30 PM swimming lesson. I'd love to do BodyCombat after that, but I suppose we'll see.
In other news...well, I watched most of Aeon Flux tonight, sort of by accident, and found it not as crappy as most people claimed it was. Oh, it's odd, certainly--but no more so than Night Watch, and maybe (going by reviews) Wanted. Lives in a very special place of its own, takes itself extremely seriously, but it's gorgeously put together, and it's a neat sort of jolt to see so many instances of beautiful women beating the crap out of each other in ways which are mildly fetishistic yet palpably painful. Perhaps one of those films which would "read" ten times better if it came with subtitles attached, even though it's already in English.
I'm also still pecking away at the Porn Battle prompts--two Charlie/Jackson (one directly addressing the "realtionship" fallout from "A Knife Into My Bed", the other not), one Charlie/Ben, plus that weird Ben/Charlie/Jackson scenario. But I think "Little Red Ants on a Hill" Pt. 3 will take precedence, along with (gasp!) some brief instances of real work--the deadline for "each thing i show you..." is fast approaching, after all. And I do need to feel useful, beyond the narrow scope of my daily TV-watching and small-man-ferrying duties.
So: Koo-roo-koo-koo-koo-koo-koo-koo, fellow hosers. I'm for bed, before my brain falls out on the keyboard.
As for me, I still have the trots, and my head is stuffy, I'm exhausted and sun-drunk (yeah, I kept my hat on throughout, but I don't think it helped all that much), and there's something weird going on with my left foot; business as usual. God, but the whole thing was a massive grind. Naturally enough, tomorrow I have three or four more things to do, in quick succession--take Cal to Daycare, make calls on this Montage article, pick him up and run him to the Geneva Centre for a 1:00 PM speech pathology assessment, get him back down to the St. Lawrence Rec Centre for a 4:30 PM swimming lesson. I'd love to do BodyCombat after that, but I suppose we'll see.
In other news...well, I watched most of Aeon Flux tonight, sort of by accident, and found it not as crappy as most people claimed it was. Oh, it's odd, certainly--but no more so than Night Watch, and maybe (going by reviews) Wanted. Lives in a very special place of its own, takes itself extremely seriously, but it's gorgeously put together, and it's a neat sort of jolt to see so many instances of beautiful women beating the crap out of each other in ways which are mildly fetishistic yet palpably painful. Perhaps one of those films which would "read" ten times better if it came with subtitles attached, even though it's already in English.
I'm also still pecking away at the Porn Battle prompts--two Charlie/Jackson (one directly addressing the "realtionship" fallout from "A Knife Into My Bed", the other not), one Charlie/Ben, plus that weird Ben/Charlie/Jackson scenario. But I think "Little Red Ants on a Hill" Pt. 3 will take precedence, along with (gasp!) some brief instances of real work--the deadline for "each thing i show you..." is fast approaching, after all. And I do need to feel useful, beyond the narrow scope of my daily TV-watching and small-man-ferrying duties.
So: Koo-roo-koo-koo-koo-koo-koo-koo, fellow hosers. I'm for bed, before my brain falls out on the keyboard.
