weekend updates
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gwynA strange weekend, full of downs and then some not so downs, sort of middle of the roads. I always go through a weird post-story letdown after I put up a new piece of fanfic, but this one was very extreme, in the sense that it's been months since I've written and so it felt even more badly written, more awkward, more everything bad that I usually ascribe to whatever it is I've just posted. Anyway.
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feochadn came over Friday night and since movies_michelle neglected to give us the Deadwood last two eps disc before she skipped town (::shakes fist violently at Christy::), we were without the ending of this season of Deadwood, so we made do with talking about vids, finishing up our group Wonderfalls vid, and then watching Firefly. I confessed to her my weird idea for a Deadwood vid. See, I have this cool song, and this cool show, and... an idea that I've never seen done before because I'm not entirely certain it's even doable. Not that I'm saying I'm all bleeding edge Oooohhh, Miss Thang -- all I mean is that really, I've never seen a vid like what I want to do, and that may simply be because a) even being an old VCR vidder, I'm still missing hundreds of vids in my historical frame of reference or 2) no sensible person would ever do this. But I told my idea to feochadn and she immediately got what I was saying, and she is excited about it, and she wants to make it with me so yippee, that will automatically mean it will turn out better. I think, personally, she and I make really damn fucking great vids together, even if no one liked Streets on Fire. So even if it turns out to bewilder everyone? I think it will be cool to make it.
Saturday I spent doing something that I honestly don't even remember doing. I think I must have mostly worked in the garden and done other errandy stuff, because I'm at a loss to remember anything I did. Probably wandered around cursing about the fact that I still don't have my new car. Or captured clips for a vid. Or something.
Then Sunday feochadn and I went to see Layer Cake. I cannot recommend this movie highly enough. For a long time, I've thought that Daniel Craig was a total hottie, even though he always played total weasels and creeps (like Paul Newman's son in Road to Perdition). But I will be eternally grateful for (ooo!! I'm all excited -- they just ran a commercial for The Fast and the Furious on USA! Whoo hoo!) the producers of this movie for showcasing what a total hottie he really is in this marvelous, cool, exciting, and fascinating crime drama. I've always had a thing for smooth, stylish Brit gangster crime dramas (especially with Bob Hoskins, like Mona Lisa and The Long Good Friday), but this one... uh, takes the cake. This movie is cool in every respect, especially visually, with stunning framing that had both of us saying "I need to vid this movie." And an asskicking soundtrack is the frosting. After the movie we went to a newish sushi restaurant because I've been desperate for a good conveyer belt sushi place, since I can't seem to make it up to Vancouver to my favorite place on Robson St. We stuffed ourselves and then I came back and worked a bit in the garden withmystic_savage and then we watched Miracles dvds, which spooked her.
When I write, I often find myself lost in making a sort of mental motion picture of my stories. But when the characters are in the middle of lengthy dialogs, for instance, I will find that they talk of their own accord to each other. I don't really write it, I just sort of listen to them talk. And strangely, there was an intensely lewd and slashy conversation between Mal and Simon going on in my head when I was getting ready to go out on Sunday. So now I'm stuck with having a likely story in my brain. I didn't really need another fragment of story hanging around in there, I have enough, thanks -- the two WIPs, a half finished Mag 7, now this Firefly, and then a Deadwood story. And all at a time when I can barely force myself to write, even when I threaten myself with bodily harm. Mal and Simon are idiots.
Today I had lunch withsdwolfpup and we talked about codecs and vids and Firefly (ranting over the Firefly-come-latelys who all sneered at the show when it was first on, but are now all "oh, look at me, I have tickets to the preview" and they're all big fans, but they couldn't disparage it enough when it needed the help) and Battlestar Galactica... and I have come to the conclusion that I can no longer watch shows without being spoiled. I can't stand it. The tension is unbearable for me. The last five eps of Veronica Mars drove me out of my mind, and BSG is going to do the same when it resumes in July. So if you know of a place I can read spoilers, for the love of god, tell me.
And in between everything I got about 1,500 more words on the next part of Ciudad de Estrellas, and a few tiny words on Measure of a Man, and managed to offend all my friends by giving feedback on vids and icons and writing, and so I cap my weekend by thinking that maybe I should just never be allowed to provide input on things. I always seem to say the wrong thing.
The one thing I wanted to do was mainline Band of Brothers for the holiday, but... never had time, in the end. Nixon! Winters! My woobies! I still, even with all this going on, find myself enervated too much.
I miss my sister, so, so much.
feochadn came over Friday night and since movies_michelle neglected to give us the Deadwood last two eps disc before she skipped town (::shakes fist violently at Christy::), we were without the ending of this season of Deadwood, so we made do with talking about vids, finishing up our group Wonderfalls vid, and then watching Firefly. I confessed to her my weird idea for a Deadwood vid. See, I have this cool song, and this cool show, and... an idea that I've never seen done before because I'm not entirely certain it's even doable. Not that I'm saying I'm all bleeding edge Oooohhh, Miss Thang -- all I mean is that really, I've never seen a vid like what I want to do, and that may simply be because a) even being an old VCR vidder, I'm still missing hundreds of vids in my historical frame of reference or 2) no sensible person would ever do this. But I told my idea to feochadn and she immediately got what I was saying, and she is excited about it, and she wants to make it with me so yippee, that will automatically mean it will turn out better. I think, personally, she and I make really damn fucking great vids together, even if no one liked Streets on Fire. So even if it turns out to bewilder everyone? I think it will be cool to make it.Saturday I spent doing something that I honestly don't even remember doing. I think I must have mostly worked in the garden and done other errandy stuff, because I'm at a loss to remember anything I did. Probably wandered around cursing about the fact that I still don't have my new car. Or captured clips for a vid. Or something.
Then Sunday feochadn and I went to see Layer Cake. I cannot recommend this movie highly enough. For a long time, I've thought that Daniel Craig was a total hottie, even though he always played total weasels and creeps (like Paul Newman's son in Road to Perdition). But I will be eternally grateful for (ooo!! I'm all excited -- they just ran a commercial for The Fast and the Furious on USA! Whoo hoo!) the producers of this movie for showcasing what a total hottie he really is in this marvelous, cool, exciting, and fascinating crime drama. I've always had a thing for smooth, stylish Brit gangster crime dramas (especially with Bob Hoskins, like Mona Lisa and The Long Good Friday), but this one... uh, takes the cake. This movie is cool in every respect, especially visually, with stunning framing that had both of us saying "I need to vid this movie." And an asskicking soundtrack is the frosting. After the movie we went to a newish sushi restaurant because I've been desperate for a good conveyer belt sushi place, since I can't seem to make it up to Vancouver to my favorite place on Robson St. We stuffed ourselves and then I came back and worked a bit in the garden with
mystic_savage and then we watched Miracles dvds, which spooked her.When I write, I often find myself lost in making a sort of mental motion picture of my stories. But when the characters are in the middle of lengthy dialogs, for instance, I will find that they talk of their own accord to each other. I don't really write it, I just sort of listen to them talk. And strangely, there was an intensely lewd and slashy conversation between Mal and Simon going on in my head when I was getting ready to go out on Sunday. So now I'm stuck with having a likely story in my brain. I didn't really need another fragment of story hanging around in there, I have enough, thanks -- the two WIPs, a half finished Mag 7, now this Firefly, and then a Deadwood story. And all at a time when I can barely force myself to write, even when I threaten myself with bodily harm. Mal and Simon are idiots.
Today I had lunch with
sdwolfpup and we talked about codecs and vids and Firefly (ranting over the Firefly-come-latelys who all sneered at the show when it was first on, but are now all "oh, look at me, I have tickets to the preview" and they're all big fans, but they couldn't disparage it enough when it needed the help) and Battlestar Galactica... and I have come to the conclusion that I can no longer watch shows without being spoiled. I can't stand it. The tension is unbearable for me. The last five eps of Veronica Mars drove me out of my mind, and BSG is going to do the same when it resumes in July. So if you know of a place I can read spoilers, for the love of god, tell me.And in between everything I got about 1,500 more words on the next part of Ciudad de Estrellas, and a few tiny words on Measure of a Man, and managed to offend all my friends by giving feedback on vids and icons and writing, and so I cap my weekend by thinking that maybe I should just never be allowed to provide input on things. I always seem to say the wrong thing.
The one thing I wanted to do was mainline Band of Brothers for the holiday, but... never had time, in the end. Nixon! Winters! My woobies! I still, even with all this going on, find myself enervated too much.
I miss my sister, so, so much.
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Date: 2005-05-31 05:54 am (UTC)I was longing for a little BoB myself, but I made do with the special edition of Black Hawk Down. I will bring it to you soon and inflict the Ridleygrams upon you.
*Hug*
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Date: 2005-05-31 02:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-31 05:28 pm (UTC)I'll be on the lookout for Layer Cake.
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Date: 2005-05-31 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-05-31 10:26 pm (UTC)*Loves on your icon*
I just sent ya an email, too. It's fangirling 24/7 at M'lyn Central.
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Date: 2005-06-01 01:32 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-06-01 10:20 pm (UTC)As for your last line: every holiday hurts. Hope you feel better, soon.
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Date: 2005-06-02 03:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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