It's Been 100 Years at Least!

[handful_ofdust]

Or not. Long time, anyhow, and the backlog of stuff I have yet to "respond to"--publicly, at least--is now fairly massive. So, quickly:

Saw Narnia, quite liked it, LOVED Tilda Swinton as Jadis. Noticed the mane, which made my bad heart sing: 'Cause that's how we do it in Charn, bitch! More to possibly follow.

Saw Kong, and enjoyed it immensely (heh). I acknowledge the oddness of the Skull Islanders, the strange ecosystem and historical debris, but deny the general opinion that the first section runs long, since I actually get a kick out of watching people interact sans as well as avec massive things trying to eat them constantly. My best glitch-y moment had to be the vampire bats vs. Kong fight, which smacked more than a bit of: Hey, dumb-ass, it can't be that you seriously never noticed this cave was full of bats before, can it? I mean, you LIVE there, you cranky old fool!

Ann Darrow + Kong = inappropriately sized cross-species OTP forevah, though. That shit just rocked.

Am now at school, waiting to do the Semester 5 picks. We've been told we have to take some ethics test over the 'Net in order to keep our jobs, but they're sure as hell not making it easy, and its title scares me a bit (Compliance Is Only The Beginning!).

And finally, went to Charlene and Hayden's Christmas party, which allowed me to reconnect with the many Diners I no longer see on a regular basis; good. Not so good was the realization that so many of them truly are geekish children themselves, as proven by their attitude towards Cal. At one point, I literally had to restrain myself from turning to a woman I've known for over ten years and saying: "Look, I'm sorry I had a kid, and I'm sorry you're an idiot. But if you ever make my son cry again, I'm going to punch you right in the fucking face."

Just the hormones talking? Maybe. But it's true nevertheless, and if that startles you, feel free to both pass on by and keep on passing, forever. Feliz Navidad, everybody!

Comments

Re: Party on Sat

[chaplinlover.livejournal.com]

Gemma it was good to see you, Cal and Steve at the party on Saturday. By the way if your comments were about a certain woman at the party that I also am ready at times to hit I do not blame you. She told me at least 3 times how she can't stand kids at these get togethers. Her remarks are often rude. Sometimes I just want to say look why bother coming then. You know some of the Diner's have kids. Heck the damn host has a kid and yet you come and then bitch and complain. Mind you she will complain about everything. Nothing is good enough.

Re: Party on Sat

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

You are correct, on all counts. The implied hostility/rudeness towards Charlene, Hayden and Wesley was particularly choice, in context; yes, I suppose I could have kept my annoying little dog-with-hands at home, as could Paul and Susan. But when you're in somebody else's friggin' HOUSE, and you essentially start laying into them for daring to appear in public shackled to a k-i-d...where does she expect them to go? It's a conundrum, all right--one worthy of Schrodinger at his best. Oh look, I made a SF/science reference! Guess the baby-having hasn't completely wrecked my geek gene, after all.;)

[agincourtgirl.livejournal.com]

Waaay back in early 2000 Lori told me that someone asked her to kick this woman's ass when Lori got to Toronto. Didn't quite get the point then, most certainly get it now. If Charles does accept the job in Vancouver (presuming he gets to the interview & does well) then I actually think she should move out there with him, though no doubt she will complain about the rain. C'est normal, sigh...

Sounds familiar

[(Anonymous)]

There is always the urge to say to such people "This is my child. In my eyes their life and happiness has far, far greater value than yours; say, the value ratio of the Hope Diamond compared to a Bucket of Cat Shit. It is not fair, and not entirely rational, but do you really want to push your luck?"

I'm surprised that complaining about the presence of the host's children in their own home didn't get her booted out on her ass, that is truly, truly gauche.

Sounds familiar

[(Anonymous)]

There is always the urge to say to such people "This is my child. In my eyes their life and happiness has far, far greater value than yours; say, the value ratio of the Hope Diamond compared to a Bucket of Cat Shit. It is not fair, and not entirely rational, but do you really want to push your luck?"

I'm surprised that complaining about the presence of the host's children in their own home didn't get her booted out on her ass, that is truly, truly gauche.

Gilgamesh