Engineer'd
Jun. 11th, 2012 10:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustI really liked Prometheus, and would see it again in a heartbeat. I realize this apparently makes me some sort of nerd pariah, but...meh. In no particular order, my primary rebuttals: People acting stupid doesn't surprise me all that much, no matter their putative science degrees, particularly when confronted with something mid-boggling and under emotional stress; the fact that the technology looks “better” than the tech in Alien maybe has something to do with the fact that this is the space-travel equivalent of a snazzy rich person's yacht; the reason David 8 does what he does when he's not working strictly to program is, most probably, because he can. Indeed, that latter phrase seems to be the most important one, thematically and philosophically.
Is the writing heavy-handed in places, particularly dialogue-wise? Hells yes. But I have to say that overall, the reaction I'm getting from a lot of people seems to be a mixture of A) the cogitative dissonance between “Don't tell me everything, goddamnit!” and “But I need to know if these conclusions I reached on my own are 'right', and nobody will tell me, goddamnit!” and B) “A person of faith who never completely loses that faith, even though it's sorely tested, as one of the driving protagonists = blatant Christian proselytization! Ew, ewww, ewwwwwww!” And though I've said it before, I'll say it again: Fuck, am I sick of the latter, as an attitude. (Almost as sick as I am to have to keep making this observation, considering I'm not even religious.)
Anyhow. Otherwise, it was a good weekend in some ways—we saw moon_custafer and green_trilobite, which is always great, particularly since the former gave me a Gangs of New York tie-in “Mr Cutting's Butcher-Shop” t-shirt from Tee Fury—but not so great in others, mainly because Steve continues to be mildly depressed, stodgy and prone to digestive upset. He's also decided that the BBC version of Sherlock is no longer worth watching because of that off-hand remark about what really happens to dead people in the first episode of Season Two. Even watching his Castle DVDs doesn't seem to cheer him up. But seeing how I have no fucking control at all over other people's behaviour, I'm not sure how/if I can help him, not to mention how I kind of have one or two other things to do.
Good news: Cal got into summer school, which disposes of July, and Parks and Rec managed to find him two day-camp spots with an intervention worker, which disposes of every other week in August. I should now start thinking up a repertoire of other stuff to do on those alternate weeks—swimming, going to the Island, trips to Trinity-Bellwoods Park and other places, etc. Plus I need to get him signed up for a new iteration of his Making Friends course, and check out if he can get into a social skills group at Surrey Place for September, when St. Joseph's wants him to start moving towards taking First Communion and cultivating social interactions with neurotypical kids.
So yeah. And now I really must turn out my bag, figure out what bills I need to pay, pay them, post a present to Dad for Father's Day, post some letters, work on that story, work on that other story...etc. Fold laundry, put away dishes, take a shower. Never a dull moment.
Is the writing heavy-handed in places, particularly dialogue-wise? Hells yes. But I have to say that overall, the reaction I'm getting from a lot of people seems to be a mixture of A) the cogitative dissonance between “Don't tell me everything, goddamnit!” and “But I need to know if these conclusions I reached on my own are 'right', and nobody will tell me, goddamnit!” and B) “A person of faith who never completely loses that faith, even though it's sorely tested, as one of the driving protagonists = blatant Christian proselytization! Ew, ewww, ewwwwwww!” And though I've said it before, I'll say it again: Fuck, am I sick of the latter, as an attitude. (Almost as sick as I am to have to keep making this observation, considering I'm not even religious.)
Anyhow. Otherwise, it was a good weekend in some ways—we saw moon_custafer and green_trilobite, which is always great, particularly since the former gave me a Gangs of New York tie-in “Mr Cutting's Butcher-Shop” t-shirt from Tee Fury—but not so great in others, mainly because Steve continues to be mildly depressed, stodgy and prone to digestive upset. He's also decided that the BBC version of Sherlock is no longer worth watching because of that off-hand remark about what really happens to dead people in the first episode of Season Two. Even watching his Castle DVDs doesn't seem to cheer him up. But seeing how I have no fucking control at all over other people's behaviour, I'm not sure how/if I can help him, not to mention how I kind of have one or two other things to do.
Good news: Cal got into summer school, which disposes of July, and Parks and Rec managed to find him two day-camp spots with an intervention worker, which disposes of every other week in August. I should now start thinking up a repertoire of other stuff to do on those alternate weeks—swimming, going to the Island, trips to Trinity-Bellwoods Park and other places, etc. Plus I need to get him signed up for a new iteration of his Making Friends course, and check out if he can get into a social skills group at Surrey Place for September, when St. Joseph's wants him to start moving towards taking First Communion and cultivating social interactions with neurotypical kids.
So yeah. And now I really must turn out my bag, figure out what bills I need to pay, pay them, post a present to Dad for Father's Day, post some letters, work on that story, work on that other story...etc. Fold laundry, put away dishes, take a shower. Never a dull moment.
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