The Dream Is Real (But It Might Drive Me Mad)
I have begun the Inception cross stitch of doom!
I am excited! But also terrified!
I am clearly a masochist. Look at the sheer ridiculousness of the sixteen (sixteen!) pages of the pattern. I love how I've got the paper all scrumpled already and it's only been a day.
And here's what I managed to stitch on the first day. I appear to have begun with the area underneath Arthur's crotch. Seems inappropriately appropriate.
In utterly unrelated news I would like to tell you about my new hero: Greg from Glasgow Cineworld.
I went to see X-Men First Class again (still awesome, thoughts still percolating) and when I arrived at the screen I encountered a lone Cineworld employee throwing 31 (I kid you not, I counted them) teenagers out of a screening of Kung-Fu Panda 2. He gave them a magnificent speech about how they should be acting like the young adults they were and marched them from the building ignoring their whining and their attempts to throw each other under the bus so that they might be allowed to stay. Already impressed with this lone protector of cinema-going etiquette I wandered in to take my seat and was slightly perturbed by the large number of teens and unaccompanied kids already there. But I shouldn't have worried as ten minutes later while the adverts were playing, my hero strode into our screen and walked straight up to the large group of teens who had commandeered the entire back section. He was very polite to them and told them he didn't want to tar all teenagers with the same brush, but that he had just removed a large number of people from one screen for talking, using their phones and causing a mess, and he was perfectly prepared to do it again. That last bit was still polite but had a definite bite of threat to it. He then insisted on watching them turn their phones off, and wandered down to the front of the screen where a smaller, but still numerous group of quieter tweens/younger teens sat. He gave them the same speech, with the addition that he was sure they were going to be well behaved, but that it wouldn't be fair to talk to the older teens and not say the same things to them. He then moved to the centre of the screen and loudly introduced himself to the entire audience and explained that he intended for all customers to have a enjoyable cinema experience and would gladly throw anyone out who was spoiling it for others and we were to come out and ask for him to be sent to our screen if there were any problems.
What followed was one of my favourite cinema experiences in ages. The audience was noisy in the all the right ways (laughing at the funny bits, ooh-ing at the exciting bits, generally going mental for the cameo with the swearing bit) but not in any of the bad ways. Every now and again some kid or other would start talking or using their phone and within moments one of their friends would hiss at them to stop ("I'm nae getting chucked out cos of youse" was my favourite). Greg had essentially created a situation where the teenagers were policing each others' behaviour. And it was good. I think I love him.
(Also, as my eavesdropping on the way out showed me, even teenage lads from Glasgow think that Charles and Erik are very very gay for one another.)
Somewhat relatedly, I feel the need to make a picspam of Michael Fassbender wearing hats. I'm just warning you now. It could be epic.
This entry was originally posted at http://anonymityblaize.dreamwidth.org/50053.html.
I am excited! But also terrified!
I am clearly a masochist. Look at the sheer ridiculousness of the sixteen (sixteen!) pages of the pattern. I love how I've got the paper all scrumpled already and it's only been a day.
And here's what I managed to stitch on the first day. I appear to have begun with the area underneath Arthur's crotch. Seems inappropriately appropriate.
In utterly unrelated news I would like to tell you about my new hero: Greg from Glasgow Cineworld.
I went to see X-Men First Class again (still awesome, thoughts still percolating) and when I arrived at the screen I encountered a lone Cineworld employee throwing 31 (I kid you not, I counted them) teenagers out of a screening of Kung-Fu Panda 2. He gave them a magnificent speech about how they should be acting like the young adults they were and marched them from the building ignoring their whining and their attempts to throw each other under the bus so that they might be allowed to stay. Already impressed with this lone protector of cinema-going etiquette I wandered in to take my seat and was slightly perturbed by the large number of teens and unaccompanied kids already there. But I shouldn't have worried as ten minutes later while the adverts were playing, my hero strode into our screen and walked straight up to the large group of teens who had commandeered the entire back section. He was very polite to them and told them he didn't want to tar all teenagers with the same brush, but that he had just removed a large number of people from one screen for talking, using their phones and causing a mess, and he was perfectly prepared to do it again. That last bit was still polite but had a definite bite of threat to it. He then insisted on watching them turn their phones off, and wandered down to the front of the screen where a smaller, but still numerous group of quieter tweens/younger teens sat. He gave them the same speech, with the addition that he was sure they were going to be well behaved, but that it wouldn't be fair to talk to the older teens and not say the same things to them. He then moved to the centre of the screen and loudly introduced himself to the entire audience and explained that he intended for all customers to have a enjoyable cinema experience and would gladly throw anyone out who was spoiling it for others and we were to come out and ask for him to be sent to our screen if there were any problems.
What followed was one of my favourite cinema experiences in ages. The audience was noisy in the all the right ways (laughing at the funny bits, ooh-ing at the exciting bits, generally going mental for the cameo with the swearing bit) but not in any of the bad ways. Every now and again some kid or other would start talking or using their phone and within moments one of their friends would hiss at them to stop ("I'm nae getting chucked out cos of youse" was my favourite). Greg had essentially created a situation where the teenagers were policing each others' behaviour. And it was good. I think I love him.
(Also, as my eavesdropping on the way out showed me, even teenage lads from Glasgow think that Charles and Erik are very very gay for one another.)
Somewhat relatedly, I feel the need to make a picspam of Michael Fassbender wearing hats. I'm just warning you now. It could be epic.
This entry was originally posted at http://anonymityblaize.dreamwidth.org/50053.html.