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The Silence
Mar. 16th, 2008 11:28 amI'm finally in the midst of moving everything from my "old" iMac (actually my Mom's old iMac) to my "new" iMac (actually my Mom's slightly newer/"old" iMac), but one of the unforeseen consequences of this (because I'm not a computer person and also an idiot) is that I'll be effectively off-line until Steve can figure out a way to hook my email/Internet access back up. Not a good place to be when you have another novel query package and an unpdated screenplay revision due, but the fact that this is Reading Week may help, hopefully. At any rate, if you wonder what happened to me, that's what. Sorry.
I'm also thinking hard about the whole SUP-is-unfriendly-to-people-like-me/people-I-like thing, re Livejournal. I don't want to move, because I've finally gotten everything here pretty much the way I like it, but the prospect of my friendslist shrinking away to nothing isn't exactly an attractive one. There isn't much point in having a blog where no one reads it, because no one hangs out there anymore. OTOH, with Mom's faster operating system, I might finally be able to set something up at Blogspot...a "real" (ie professional) blog, as opposed to this shapeless mass of the fic which dare not speak its name, professional stuff and/or me complaining about my life. Better, or worse? It's hard to say right now, from where I'm sitting.
Anyhow. Rented Across the Universe, finally, which is indeed cheesy and manipulative, but also more than kinda awesome. I loved its Julie Taymor visual hubris and inventiveness, and perhaps the fact that I'm possibly not its intended audience helped me to smooth over some of the rougher edges; at any rate, I really cared about the main characters (and most of the minor characters), which helped drive things forward. A day or so later, I even caught myself wondering what might have happened to Max, Jude and Lucy's happy little incestuous/bisexual menage a trois as their decade of choice faded into first the 1970s, then the 1980s...would Lucy get pregnant? Would Jude have to marry her and get a Green Card, just to stay near his/their kid(s)? Would Max ever shave that awful moustache, go back to school, or come out? Just how badly would their general sex-, drug- and rock 'n' roll-friendliness get derailed by cocaine, AIDS and MTV? Inquiring minds want to know, which I suppose is what the fic which dare not speak its name is for...yet another reason why some people might hate this film just on principle.;)
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moon_custafer and green_trilobite came over last night, ostensibly to aid in the computer-switching process, and that was great. We listened to music, talked up our various passions, swapped creative product. It reminded me of how much I miss the Serial Diners, in their older incarnation; I doubt I'd know anybody there these days, or like the ones I did know who showed up. And no, I'm not going to the Lenas after all, because I just have too much to do. Somebody feel free to tell me if Charlie Prince gets Best Villain--otherwise, agincourtgirl, I apologize in advance, and hope to connect with you sometime this week. Every day but Monday's free as a bird!
I'm also thinking hard about the whole SUP-is-unfriendly-to-people-like-me/people-I-like thing, re Livejournal. I don't want to move, because I've finally gotten everything here pretty much the way I like it, but the prospect of my friendslist shrinking away to nothing isn't exactly an attractive one. There isn't much point in having a blog where no one reads it, because no one hangs out there anymore. OTOH, with Mom's faster operating system, I might finally be able to set something up at Blogspot...a "real" (ie professional) blog, as opposed to this shapeless mass of the fic which dare not speak its name, professional stuff and/or me complaining about my life. Better, or worse? It's hard to say right now, from where I'm sitting.
Anyhow. Rented Across the Universe, finally, which is indeed cheesy and manipulative, but also more than kinda awesome. I loved its Julie Taymor visual hubris and inventiveness, and perhaps the fact that I'm possibly not its intended audience helped me to smooth over some of the rougher edges; at any rate, I really cared about the main characters (and most of the minor characters), which helped drive things forward. A day or so later, I even caught myself wondering what might have happened to Max, Jude and Lucy's happy little incestuous/bisexual menage a trois as their decade of choice faded into first the 1970s, then the 1980s...would Lucy get pregnant? Would Jude have to marry her and get a Green Card, just to stay near his/their kid(s)? Would Max ever shave that awful moustache, go back to school, or come out? Just how badly would their general sex-, drug- and rock 'n' roll-friendliness get derailed by cocaine, AIDS and MTV? Inquiring minds want to know, which I suppose is what the fic which dare not speak its name is for...yet another reason why some people might hate this film just on principle.;)
Other stuff:
moon_custafer and green_trilobite came over last night, ostensibly to aid in the computer-switching process, and that was great. We listened to music, talked up our various passions, swapped creative product. It reminded me of how much I miss the Serial Diners, in their older incarnation; I doubt I'd know anybody there these days, or like the ones I did know who showed up. And no, I'm not going to the Lenas after all, because I just have too much to do. Somebody feel free to tell me if Charlie Prince gets Best Villain--otherwise, agincourtgirl, I apologize in advance, and hope to connect with you sometime this week. Every day but Monday's free as a bird!
