Hello out there
I seem to have vanished again--well, at least from LJ. Shameful confession: I have been writing frantically and neglecting all other aspects of my online life... but I've been writing fanfic. Like, seventy thousand words of it so far this summer.
Mind you, the last writing slump I was in, I fanficced my way out of it, so I may eventually become productive again.
Also, owing to the other writing I haven't been recapping Flashpoint, although I will say the last few minutes of Grounded, when Ed and Sam pretty much gather Raf up and don't let him try to be all tough about what he had to do--that was pure solid gold. Also, Raf's reaction shot just at the moment.
My brother and I went to see Moneyball last night--I was a little worried about that because I was so excited about the movie and wanted so, so much to like it as much as I hoped. I spent the whole two hours wiggling in my seat with a big grin on my face, except when I was sniffling to myself. A former commissioner of MLB once remarked that baseball is a game designed to break your heart, and all the best baseball stories combine giddiness with a really wistful heart. As did this one. I thought it was wonderful. (The story takes place in 2002, when I was in Texas but by then I was so homesick and so angry at various political stuff that I had lost all heart for baseball. As a result I didn't remember anything about the A's at that time. In my mind they were still the killer diller team that gave Toronto such fits in the 1992 American League Championship Series.)
As a result I missed Flashpoint last night, except for the last three minutes that made me want to hug everybody. I think it's rebroadcast on another channel or something on the weekend and I will try to find it.
I'm going to try to comment on friends' posts again very soon--sorry to be such a loser about that lately.
Mind you, the last writing slump I was in, I fanficced my way out of it, so I may eventually become productive again.
Also, owing to the other writing I haven't been recapping Flashpoint, although I will say the last few minutes of Grounded, when Ed and Sam pretty much gather Raf up and don't let him try to be all tough about what he had to do--that was pure solid gold. Also, Raf's reaction shot just at the moment.
My brother and I went to see Moneyball last night--I was a little worried about that because I was so excited about the movie and wanted so, so much to like it as much as I hoped. I spent the whole two hours wiggling in my seat with a big grin on my face, except when I was sniffling to myself. A former commissioner of MLB once remarked that baseball is a game designed to break your heart, and all the best baseball stories combine giddiness with a really wistful heart. As did this one. I thought it was wonderful. (The story takes place in 2002, when I was in Texas but by then I was so homesick and so angry at various political stuff that I had lost all heart for baseball. As a result I didn't remember anything about the A's at that time. In my mind they were still the killer diller team that gave Toronto such fits in the 1992 American League Championship Series.)
As a result I missed Flashpoint last night, except for the last three minutes that made me want to hug everybody. I think it's rebroadcast on another channel or something on the weekend and I will try to find it.
I'm going to try to comment on friends' posts again very soon--sorry to be such a loser about that lately.