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Thursday Round-Up
Jul. 9th, 2009 11:43 amAs Harry Knowles points out, the newest re-release of Kathryn Bigelow's Near Dark (on Blu-ray)--timed, one assumes, to coincide with her apparent return to form in The Hurt Locker, which I totally want to see--has been retrofitted with a blatantly Twilight-ized cover that casts Adrian Pasdar as Edward and Jenny Wright as Bella...holy God! Lame on so many different levels at once, it's almost brilliant. Not to mention SO inaccurate, since Caleb's definitely the Bella, in that relationship...
One of the things I continue to love most about Steve is that Near Dark has somehow replaced even Lord of the Rings as his primary comfort movie--probably because it's far shorter, amongst other criteria. But yeah, it's always hilarious to come home to find him watching it, even though it bodes ill in terms of how he's probably feeling; he's probably watched it more times than I have, sadly. (My own primary comfort movie? Might be The Thing--that's often the default. Though I did watch 3:10 to Yuma a HELL of a lot of times in quick succession, here and there.;))
Otherwise: Still bashing away at Chapter Eleven. Added roughly 1,000 words, but again, few of them are in sequence--I paraphrased a Dine creation myth, with added commentary, and tried to work out some more of the conversation between "Grandma" and Rook. (Favorite exchange thus far: Rook wants to know her real name, but she won't come across. Rook: You know MY name. Grandma: Yes. The more fool you, for telling me.)
I also chased down Horehound, by the Dead Weather (Jack White's latest superband). It's rockin'--swampy, nasty psychobilly. Should tide me over for some small length of time, before I go on to the next thing. Other than that...not much. Payin' bills, feelin' tired. All that.
Okay, back to it. Let's make 1,000 into 1,500, before I have to run Cal over to Mom's again.
Amended to add: 1,551, and I am out of here. Maybe I won't even have to take a cab, this time.
One of the things I continue to love most about Steve is that Near Dark has somehow replaced even Lord of the Rings as his primary comfort movie--probably because it's far shorter, amongst other criteria. But yeah, it's always hilarious to come home to find him watching it, even though it bodes ill in terms of how he's probably feeling; he's probably watched it more times than I have, sadly. (My own primary comfort movie? Might be The Thing--that's often the default. Though I did watch 3:10 to Yuma a HELL of a lot of times in quick succession, here and there.;))
Otherwise: Still bashing away at Chapter Eleven. Added roughly 1,000 words, but again, few of them are in sequence--I paraphrased a Dine creation myth, with added commentary, and tried to work out some more of the conversation between "Grandma" and Rook. (Favorite exchange thus far: Rook wants to know her real name, but she won't come across. Rook: You know MY name. Grandma: Yes. The more fool you, for telling me.)
I also chased down Horehound, by the Dead Weather (Jack White's latest superband). It's rockin'--swampy, nasty psychobilly. Should tide me over for some small length of time, before I go on to the next thing. Other than that...not much. Payin' bills, feelin' tired. All that.
Okay, back to it. Let's make 1,000 into 1,500, before I have to run Cal over to Mom's again.
Amended to add: 1,551, and I am out of here. Maybe I won't even have to take a cab, this time.
