Done/Not Done, With Side of K-Zone Kraziness

Done:
Catalogued all film reviews/other articles in binders…589, written over seven years. Interestingly, this doesn’t actually include the stuff I did for film.com during the same time-period, which seems to have been taken down off the ‘Net. Pity. But OTOH, I did finally find the amusingly vicious reviews I did for Exit to Eden, Inspector Gadget and My Giant, though not (sadly) for Flubber.
Revised "Words Written Backwards" manuscript, found font(s)/wingdings and wrote text for cover, sent bio, flagged some art (note to self: it’s really difficult to find snowy landscapes which don’t automatically reek of Christmas cards). Found relevant quotes about how great I art. Etc.
Sent "sorry" emails to Michael Rowe, whose book launch for Other Men’s Sons I missed last night, and Brett Savory (by way of Sandra Kasturi), whose launch for In and Down I’ll miss on Friday. This latter is an unavoidable pisser, since Mom is moving over the weekend, while the former was just a typical fuck-up; luckily, I’ll be seeing Brett and Sandra on Saturday and Michael on the 29th, so at least I’ll be able to grovel in person.
Wrote a l-i-t-t-l-e bit more on "Provenance". Things are slowing down again, so much so that I might have to skip straight to the next Judy Kiss-driven section, "Ancient Mischief". Add to all that the fact that I think I’m going to have to skip back and do "Chimera" as Chapter Four after all, and—man, annoying. Still, that sets up a nice simple structure of third-person-limited/fake documents or epistolary/first-person Judy POV to follow, which I find really necessary in order to proceed.

Not done:
BodyCombat tonight, 6:30 PM
Film History final exam 9:00 AM on Thursday, then work out
Film History consult class 12:00 PM on Friday, then work out, then help Mom move
Post something for Last Things by Friday
Assemble new "best of" short story collection file for DailyLit.com, send
Send out "Drone", "The Jacaranda Smile", at least a few poems
Fix up "The Speed of Pain", "Loop"
Finish "Strange Weight"
Figure out which prospective short story is "next" on list
10-page treatment for The Mercy Seat screenplay
Look over Bill Burke’s No Vacancy script notes, part two, reply by email
First draft script of "At the Poor Girl…" reeeeeaaaally needs to get done
Lilim scriptment/novel outline needs to be checked/fixed
Write Lilim query letter
Fix up Lilim Chapter One
Send out whole package
Plan out "novel in poems" project

Yesterday I spent time watching Pupi Avati’s Zeder, which remains a fascinating mixture of the sublime and the ridiculous—like most 1970s Italian films, for example, it’s heinously sexist and was filmed without sync sound, so the dubbing is dreadful and the mix is off (the score’s not so great, either), and this print seems very bleached. Yet…there’s just something about it, a certain dread and power, almost inexplicable. It’s also very much a greygirlbeast-type narrative, in that the background cabal of necronaut scientists literally seem to have no real idea what they’re doing/playing with.

The person I feel for most is less the hero or his wife than a minor character named Gabriella who we first see as a pre-teen psychic; her boss/keeper, Dr Meyer, uses her as a human ghost-o-meter to find Paolo Zeder’s k-zone grave, then leaves her there to be savaged by Zeder’s reanimated body/spirit. Yet even though she loses her leg to this haphazard freakery, she never quits the program—twenty years on, she’s still stumping around after Meyer, convinced that as long as they succeed in reanimating somebody, it’ll all have been worth it. This even though it’s pretty obvious that the people who "come back" after being buried in k-zones are always and predictably the Pet Semetary versions of themselves, joyously vile husks who kill for fun…

Okay, shower, then back to the grindhouse. See yez.