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The Day After the Day That Was
Jan. 3rd, 2010 02:14 amSteve and I spent a cool New Year's at kelpqueen's, hanging with all our friends, and that was great. However. even though we did in fact set a limit on our drinking, Steve nevertheless spent much of the night in pretty awful straits, which sucked. So the next morning I picked Cal up from Mom's, ran errands, then brought him home and did very little for the rest of the day aside from tend to Steve (he got better) and watch various films--Aladdin, a present for Cal, which arrived through the mail that morning; Beauty and the Beast on VHS, kicked to us kindly by theengineer; In the Mouth of Madness, also on VHS, which kelpqueen and jack_yoniga were getting rid of.
Interestingly, I found that Beauty and the Beast (which I had thought I might like best) was the least of these offerings, overall--I got weirdly hung up on Gaston's complete douche-baggery, the Beast's relentless emo-ness, and the villagers' increasingly desperate stupidity; I mean, how long has the Beast been like this, and nobody knows? He's the feudal lord of that whole area, and they've somehow erased it from their memories so utterly that if anybody stumbles into town yelling "My daughter was kidnapped by a Beast!", they all just laugh and point? Also, the mixture of cell animation and really early CGI was pretty shoddy, as was the mis-en-scene and character design--Aladdin has it beat all to hell on that alone, inherent racism/culturism notwithstanding. (Better music, too.)
Today, OTOH, was Time-lord day, and I can happily declare myself well-satisfied with David Tennant's send-off--particularly so if Steven Moffat now does what every other showrunner tends to do when they take over a franchise, and simply ignores/handwaves all the contortionate B.S. Russell T. Davies left behind. As it is, Planet of the Dead still gave us an amazing sidekick character--the blithely amoral, sexy and super-competent Lady Christina de Souza, who ones assumes is still tooling around Earth in her flying double-decker bus--and Waters of Mars is a sublimely scary hour of TV, with Captain Adelaide Brooke's one-finger/-bullet salute to the Doctor on the way out forming an utter highlight of Ten's descent into vainglorious madness. Who says there are no good parts for women in the Daviesverse?
Still and all: Tomorrow, I write, even if it's just a hundred words. Because Monday Cal's back at Surrey Place (thank God), and I'm back on the horse for good--might be editing (which needs to be done by the 8th), might be Chapter One, it doesn't matter. Deadlines! You gotta love 'em.;)
Which reminds me: According to my publisher, Book of Tongues pre-orders are currently holding fast at 41. Care to drive that into the 60s? Here's the link.
(http://www.horror-mall.com/A-BOOK-OF-TONGUES-by-Gemma-Files-Limited-Edition-p-19547.html)
And now...adieu. I must rise earlyish. Sleep well, denizens of the New Year.
Interestingly, I found that Beauty and the Beast (which I had thought I might like best) was the least of these offerings, overall--I got weirdly hung up on Gaston's complete douche-baggery, the Beast's relentless emo-ness, and the villagers' increasingly desperate stupidity; I mean, how long has the Beast been like this, and nobody knows? He's the feudal lord of that whole area, and they've somehow erased it from their memories so utterly that if anybody stumbles into town yelling "My daughter was kidnapped by a Beast!", they all just laugh and point? Also, the mixture of cell animation and really early CGI was pretty shoddy, as was the mis-en-scene and character design--Aladdin has it beat all to hell on that alone, inherent racism/culturism notwithstanding. (Better music, too.)
Today, OTOH, was Time-lord day, and I can happily declare myself well-satisfied with David Tennant's send-off--particularly so if Steven Moffat now does what every other showrunner tends to do when they take over a franchise, and simply ignores/handwaves all the contortionate B.S. Russell T. Davies left behind. As it is, Planet of the Dead still gave us an amazing sidekick character--the blithely amoral, sexy and super-competent Lady Christina de Souza, who ones assumes is still tooling around Earth in her flying double-decker bus--and Waters of Mars is a sublimely scary hour of TV, with Captain Adelaide Brooke's one-finger/-bullet salute to the Doctor on the way out forming an utter highlight of Ten's descent into vainglorious madness. Who says there are no good parts for women in the Daviesverse?
Still and all: Tomorrow, I write, even if it's just a hundred words. Because Monday Cal's back at Surrey Place (thank God), and I'm back on the horse for good--might be editing (which needs to be done by the 8th), might be Chapter One, it doesn't matter. Deadlines! You gotta love 'em.;)
Which reminds me: According to my publisher, Book of Tongues pre-orders are currently holding fast at 41. Care to drive that into the 60s? Here's the link.
(http://www.horror-mall.com/A-BOOK-OF-TONGUES-by-Gemma-Files-Limited-Edition-p-19547.html)
And now...adieu. I must rise earlyish. Sleep well, denizens of the New Year.
