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That Was Hallowe'en
Nov. 1st, 2005 09:22 amAs I told my students yesterday, it's probably been five years since I dressed up (or did anything similar/special) for Hallowe'en. Only two of those years have anything as forgivable attached to them as the wonderful excuse "I was pregnant" or "I have a baby." Next year, I'd like to at least do something...it IS, after all--predictably enough--my favorite holiday. But I spent the whole day talking about Canadian Film History from 1896 to 1940 instead, or going over short screenplays, or trying to explain both types of TV script format. Or eating bad sushi while anticipating the gas it would later give me, a self-fulfilling yet remarkably accurate prophecy.
The weekend began with my "signing" at Scene of the Crime in Oakville, which mainly amounted to me sitting next to Kelley Armstrong and Edo van Belkom for two hours. Always a pleasure, though slightly frustrating nevertheless. At the end of it all, I'd sold five books, so we rotated the extra funds back into various purchases: Two Dark Horse graphic novels (Damn Nation, The Devil's Footprints, Steve Niles' collection of Cal MacDonald hard-boiled horror stories (Dial "M" for Monster), plus Kelley's Haunted and a thriller set in the Vatican for Steve. All proved enjoyable. Sunday brought![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moon_custafer and green_trilobite, bearing H.P. Lovecraft adaptations from Lurker Films and the HPL Appreciation Society--good stuff generally, though I was particularly impressed by the latter's version of Call of Cthulhu, produced as though it was a newly-rediscovered "lost" 1927 silent film. Truly startling and effective, even with a slightly ridiculous stop-motion Cthulhu to contend with...the sequence in which Inspector Lagrasse arrests the swamp cultists was full of a febrile energy that recalled Haxan's orgies at the Sabbat. Great stuff.
Meanwhile, it's the beginning of November, and I have a lot of work to catch up on. So far today I've signed some of the Thrillers 2 sheets, worked out for the first time in maybe a month, dealt with two Cal-related meltdowns, and hammered away some more at the "House Party" film outline. I told Pepperpot Media I'd get something to them by tomorrow, so this I then will do; Steve has promised to take Cal out for a few hours tonight, probably to make up for not coming home until 11:00 PM last night, to which I say: "Good. Please do." I've already missed yoga this week because of his crap, and yoga doesn't pay.
Anyhow. I have a check-up at 2:00, my first in (according to the clinic) three years. Maybe we can figure out a way to get my default setting off "I'm tired", so I can do some GOD DAMN WORK for a change.
The weekend began with my "signing" at Scene of the Crime in Oakville, which mainly amounted to me sitting next to Kelley Armstrong and Edo van Belkom for two hours. Always a pleasure, though slightly frustrating nevertheless. At the end of it all, I'd sold five books, so we rotated the extra funds back into various purchases: Two Dark Horse graphic novels (Damn Nation, The Devil's Footprints, Steve Niles' collection of Cal MacDonald hard-boiled horror stories (Dial "M" for Monster), plus Kelley's Haunted and a thriller set in the Vatican for Steve. All proved enjoyable. Sunday brought
moon_custafer and green_trilobite, bearing H.P. Lovecraft adaptations from Lurker Films and the HPL Appreciation Society--good stuff generally, though I was particularly impressed by the latter's version of Call of Cthulhu, produced as though it was a newly-rediscovered "lost" 1927 silent film. Truly startling and effective, even with a slightly ridiculous stop-motion Cthulhu to contend with...the sequence in which Inspector Lagrasse arrests the swamp cultists was full of a febrile energy that recalled Haxan's orgies at the Sabbat. Great stuff.Meanwhile, it's the beginning of November, and I have a lot of work to catch up on. So far today I've signed some of the Thrillers 2 sheets, worked out for the first time in maybe a month, dealt with two Cal-related meltdowns, and hammered away some more at the "House Party" film outline. I told Pepperpot Media I'd get something to them by tomorrow, so this I then will do; Steve has promised to take Cal out for a few hours tonight, probably to make up for not coming home until 11:00 PM last night, to which I say: "Good. Please do." I've already missed yoga this week because of his crap, and yoga doesn't pay.
Anyhow. I have a check-up at 2:00, my first in (according to the clinic) three years. Maybe we can figure out a way to get my default setting off "I'm tired", so I can do some GOD DAMN WORK for a change.
