Oh the larks.
Well. Much as I thought it was probably a bad idea at the time to stay up 'till 3:00 AM watching the last six unaired episodes of Point Pleasant, little did I know that I would end up then having to finish the final By Night rewrite today, under duress, and send it off to about three different email addresses because the guy who's in the process of shooting the movie even as we speak is running around like a chicken with its head cut off.
Still, screw it, done--much like those two expanded RM reviews, and the harshest after-sale edit I've ever done (on "Heart's Hole", reducing the word-count roughly by half). Got my second bunch of Fifth Term notes in. They put the DVD/VCR combo back into my classroom. All (sort of) good.
Now, I think I'm going to unplug myself for a little bit, recuperate, and start thinking about other stuff. I still haven't done crap on "my own" work, which would make a nice project for tonight, if I don't get sucked back into the googly-eyed Antichrist Inferno. And expect a genuine essay about point Pleasant, because by the end of the ride, it was pretty far away from sucking; Marti Noxon's main mistake here seems to have been taking too long to ease people into the concept, when most could probably have got it in about two second ("It's The Omen meets The O.C., fine. Next?")...oh yeah, plus forgetting that everybody in the world hates her with a virulent hate that never dies for "fucking up" later-seasons Buffy. Which I can just skip right over if I want to, thank Christ, unlike so many other of the fannishly-inclined.
All right, toast calls. See yez.
Still, screw it, done--much like those two expanded RM reviews, and the harshest after-sale edit I've ever done (on "Heart's Hole", reducing the word-count roughly by half). Got my second bunch of Fifth Term notes in. They put the DVD/VCR combo back into my classroom. All (sort of) good.
Now, I think I'm going to unplug myself for a little bit, recuperate, and start thinking about other stuff. I still haven't done crap on "my own" work, which would make a nice project for tonight, if I don't get sucked back into the googly-eyed Antichrist Inferno. And expect a genuine essay about point Pleasant, because by the end of the ride, it was pretty far away from sucking; Marti Noxon's main mistake here seems to have been taking too long to ease people into the concept, when most could probably have got it in about two second ("It's The Omen meets The O.C., fine. Next?")...oh yeah, plus forgetting that everybody in the world hates her with a virulent hate that never dies for "fucking up" later-seasons Buffy. Which I can just skip right over if I want to, thank Christ, unlike so many other of the fannishly-inclined.
All right, toast calls. See yez.