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Yesterday:
May. 25th, 2010 10:20 amTook Cal to see How to Train Your Dragon, his first-ever non-musical movie-in-a-theatre. He stayed for about two-thirds of it, before finally freaking and running. The movie itself was fairly charming. Probably a victory.
Today, meanwhile, I feel like absolute hell--my shoulder impacted and swollen to shit, crick reaching very firmly up into my neck. Impossible to go to the doctor, unfortunately, since this is runrunrun day, but I'm having serious doubts about whether or not I should do BodyCombat, either. I haven't felt like this in a while; can't say I missed it.
Last night was the finale of 24, which contained a moment where I yelled at the screen: "Have fun walking the earth, like Caine in Kung Fu!" Meanwhile, people are still bitching hard about the Lost finale, which doesn't surprise me. I have to say, the thing which personally makes me leery of commiting/connecting to the rest of it--I dropped out after Season Three, I think due to screening conflicts with Supernatural--is the way they seem to have treated my favorite character, John Locke, whose faith in his own eventual "choosing" for some higher purpose appears to have been horribly betrayed. I'm not fond of the Job story generally, but I'm particularly not fond of anything whose sole purpose appears to have been Hey, let's torture this dude for no damn reason, aka because he's dumb enough to hope that he's special! Ha ha! Sure showed HIM, didn't we?
Then again, like I said, I haven't watched it all the way through; might be I'm wrong. I'd like to think so.
It's slightly funny how virulent people are becoming, however, re the appearance (retroactively supported or not) of anything that could possibly be called divine interference/predestination in their narratives. One guy, who I respect a lot, was essentially reduced to screaming: "But that's just bullshit! Bullshit!" Maybe it's because we're living in an increasingly theocratic world; geeks don't like that, I've noticed. Me, I agree with The Onion Audiovisual Club dude's observation that Lost was always more about character than anything else, so if this conclusion at least makes character sense, I think I'll be okay with it. But again: Don't know 'til I'm there, and I may never be.
All right. I need to get my crap together, go get the guy, get him to Surrey Place, etc. Not sure if I should risk more drugs--they aren't working the way they used to. Because I need different ones, I guess.
Today, meanwhile, I feel like absolute hell--my shoulder impacted and swollen to shit, crick reaching very firmly up into my neck. Impossible to go to the doctor, unfortunately, since this is runrunrun day, but I'm having serious doubts about whether or not I should do BodyCombat, either. I haven't felt like this in a while; can't say I missed it.
Last night was the finale of 24, which contained a moment where I yelled at the screen: "Have fun walking the earth, like Caine in Kung Fu!" Meanwhile, people are still bitching hard about the Lost finale, which doesn't surprise me. I have to say, the thing which personally makes me leery of commiting/connecting to the rest of it--I dropped out after Season Three, I think due to screening conflicts with Supernatural--is the way they seem to have treated my favorite character, John Locke, whose faith in his own eventual "choosing" for some higher purpose appears to have been horribly betrayed. I'm not fond of the Job story generally, but I'm particularly not fond of anything whose sole purpose appears to have been Hey, let's torture this dude for no damn reason, aka because he's dumb enough to hope that he's special! Ha ha! Sure showed HIM, didn't we?
Then again, like I said, I haven't watched it all the way through; might be I'm wrong. I'd like to think so.
It's slightly funny how virulent people are becoming, however, re the appearance (retroactively supported or not) of anything that could possibly be called divine interference/predestination in their narratives. One guy, who I respect a lot, was essentially reduced to screaming: "But that's just bullshit! Bullshit!" Maybe it's because we're living in an increasingly theocratic world; geeks don't like that, I've noticed. Me, I agree with The Onion Audiovisual Club dude's observation that Lost was always more about character than anything else, so if this conclusion at least makes character sense, I think I'll be okay with it. But again: Don't know 'til I'm there, and I may never be.
All right. I need to get my crap together, go get the guy, get him to Surrey Place, etc. Not sure if I should risk more drugs--they aren't working the way they used to. Because I need different ones, I guess.
