See You Next Wednesday
Holiday movies.Marie Antoinette was strangely lacking in French Revolutions and, if this movie is any indication, the lady wasn't famous for anything other than being queen at the time. It would have been more appropriate to call the movie
Versailles. Or
Voluminous Dresses.
The Holiday was much more entertaining. It just rolled along and the beautiful, rich people lived happily ever after. Aww. The happiness montages were over-extended but I was having too much other fun to be bothered by it.
Also...Happy birthday SYNW.
Santa!I got:
a shirt;
another shirt and a beer cooler from
Casey;
a
CD called
Canopy;
three more CDs;
a
book called
The Illuminatus! Trilogy;
Doctor Who the complete second series on
DVD;
an Easy Origami fold-a-day
calendar;
a
game called
Thurn and Taxis; and
another
game called
BattleLore.
Thank you, Santa.
I saw The Prestige with Emma on Sunday.
J.P. Gross saw it too. Rowlf and I have been given the task of performing "The Transported Man" or "Men", as J.P. would have us do. Scooter talked him down from fifty-three to six. We can do one by modifying the current stage. To do the six as required means Beauregard has to construct more trapdoors: some contained within others; some cut across others; and one in a glass tank which remains watertight when opened. The Zuchinni Brothers, who own the tank, say it is perfectly suitable to be modified as necessary, but they also say they know nothing about trapdoors. Beauregard has gone on leave and handed the task over to Rizzo the Rat. Rowlf has gone on leave, too. I suspect Crazy Harry will be part of the act.
The calendar is arbitrary.*
In two weeks time this would have seemed more portentous, or synchronous, or serendipitous. But it is now so I can wonder, rapt and unconfounded. I have been distracted from my comfortable rut and now I can't seem to find where I put it.
I know I came in here out of habit, but I can't remember what it was.This is a fundamentally good thing and I shall expound poetically and not explain myself. I excuse my apparent hypocricy because this thing is a good thing and all I wish to do is share the joy. Here, have some joy.
For example.Despite my fey blood I am switching to Blogger beta while I write this. I bought
Ars Magica (Fifth Edition) to satisfy myriad whims. I will stop now because I am unsatisfied with what I was writing when the pasta finished baking. Happy birthday, Shy.
*
Ironically.
So far today...I walked up a mountain with James, Jon, Kate and Shy. Then we went to breakfast at Cafe Essen. Then I watched an episode of
This Life*. Then I blogged.
Roleplayingly: the Dangerous Wayfarers are pinned down in a forest by a large green dragon; and the Department of Portents is on hiatus.
*
For those of you wondering what to get me for Christmas: don't get me seasons one and two of This Life
.
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman