Sunday Sunday, October Edition
Oct. 16th, 2011 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustWent to see The Thing prequel last night, and from what I could gather, it seems like a film I'd really like to go back and watch again sometime--preferably when I'm not in the grip of an incredibly painful bout of full-on gastric distress. Word to the wise: It seems that dried apricots are not something to make an entire meal of, at least for me. (Didn't help that my period had started at the exact same instant, either, I suppose--but really, it would've sucked pretty hard either way.)
Spoiler-ridden musings below the cut:
(My extremely geekish observation is that taking both films into account, the reason for various Things making decisions which seem either strategically sound in a long-range way or completely stupid/instinctual may lie with a combination of copy fatigue and imitation interference. So while all Things seems to have access to each previous Thing's bank of knowledge, that's a lot to sort through, which your particular iteration may just not be inclined to do, depending on the person you're supposed to be pretending to be. Thus, if you turn a Blair, you get a Thing that'll lie convincingly, tunnel out of its hut and try to build a new saucer out of helicopter parts; if you turn a Palmer, you'll get a Thing that'll sit around smoking dope until somebody challenges its bodily integrity, at which point it'll split down the middle and try to infect as many people as it can before escaping.)
So, that could've gone better. OTOH, they were having a 20% off sale at the World's Biggest Bookstore, on top of my usual Indigo card discount. This allowed me to finally pick up a copy of Susie Moloney's The Thirteen, along with Rick Yancey's The Isle of Blood (Monstrumologist 3, and a book I hadn't even known existed--The Burning Soul, John Connolly's latest Charlie Parker novel. Isle of Blood alone went from $20.00 before taxes to $15.11 afterwards, and the other two books, which would've normally cost over $70.00 together, ended up costing less than $50.00.
This morning, I was too (literally) crapped out to do anything but sleep in, and was plagued with dreams both epic--my Dad and I watching a performance/pitch session one of my former students had set up in order to pre-sell a Black Metal opera about a vampire-run concentration camp, which at one point featured a chorus of singing severed heads--and mundane--I dreamed I bought a cheese bun and almost ate it, but then remembered it wasn't gluten-free. Still, I feel a bit better now...well enough to write this, anyhow.
You guys?
Spoiler-ridden musings below the cut:
(My extremely geekish observation is that taking both films into account, the reason for various Things making decisions which seem either strategically sound in a long-range way or completely stupid/instinctual may lie with a combination of copy fatigue and imitation interference. So while all Things seems to have access to each previous Thing's bank of knowledge, that's a lot to sort through, which your particular iteration may just not be inclined to do, depending on the person you're supposed to be pretending to be. Thus, if you turn a Blair, you get a Thing that'll lie convincingly, tunnel out of its hut and try to build a new saucer out of helicopter parts; if you turn a Palmer, you'll get a Thing that'll sit around smoking dope until somebody challenges its bodily integrity, at which point it'll split down the middle and try to infect as many people as it can before escaping.)
So, that could've gone better. OTOH, they were having a 20% off sale at the World's Biggest Bookstore, on top of my usual Indigo card discount. This allowed me to finally pick up a copy of Susie Moloney's The Thirteen, along with Rick Yancey's The Isle of Blood (Monstrumologist 3, and a book I hadn't even known existed--The Burning Soul, John Connolly's latest Charlie Parker novel. Isle of Blood alone went from $20.00 before taxes to $15.11 afterwards, and the other two books, which would've normally cost over $70.00 together, ended up costing less than $50.00.
This morning, I was too (literally) crapped out to do anything but sleep in, and was plagued with dreams both epic--my Dad and I watching a performance/pitch session one of my former students had set up in order to pre-sell a Black Metal opera about a vampire-run concentration camp, which at one point featured a chorus of singing severed heads--and mundane--I dreamed I bought a cheese bun and almost ate it, but then remembered it wasn't gluten-free. Still, I feel a bit better now...well enough to write this, anyhow.
You guys?
