Dragons, Heels and Television
I have a lot of dragons to post at the moment, including an egg bred from one of last year's Valentine dragons. (
kippurbird and
das_mervin have given me most of these eggs and hatchlings, because they are incredibly generous people.)
I know I have not posted much, because I do not have much to post ABOUT. I've been editing and spending a lot of time in bed--the latter because I have a very stabbity right heel. I don't know if it's an infection or a bruise. I woke up on Saturday with a sore heel that, on examination, was bruised on the right side, so I would say that one of the boots for the pump squeezed the heel and a very small rounded bone in the heel much too hard...but it could be an inflammation of some kind. Or both. So it is off to the wound center on Friday morning. Joy.
Also, I watched The River, which was pretty good.
ignipes has dubbed it Supernatural in the Amazon With Female Characters Who Aren't Dead and No Classic Rock. And instead of the Metallicar, there's a boat called Magus.
I would call it VERY good, but I have to take off points for the shaky cam. (I loathe the shaky cam. I know that it's supposed to make it look as if the series is a real documentary shot by amateurs, but nevertheless I'd rather be able to look at the screen and not feel that the cameraman has motion sickness. Give me smooth, inobtrusive cinematography any day of the week.)
That said, it was a good show. I have, however, concluded that the four genre savvy people (the cameraman, the mechanic, the mechanic's psychic daughter and a TV producer who looks suspiciously like a certain wizard from Chicago and who is clearly imitating his very dead and very British teacher's voice**) need to ditch the three genre blind ones. The genre blind ones are the obsessed wife of a Steve Irwin-type who went missing in the Amazon jungle and who seems to be having an affair with said wiz--er, I mean, producer; the resentful son of the missing man; and a young woman who is the child of a missing crew member of not-Steve Irwin, and who looks very much like the Doctor's daughter, Jenny. The genre blind ones do things like find a creepy tree in the middle of the jungle covered in broken dolls--which is clearly based on the Isla de las Munecas--and take one of the toys.
I'm hoping that they'll get more savvy as the series progresses, though. In any case, I do want to see what happens next week.
Oh, and does anyone have any suggestions for what I should be watching on streaming Netflix?
**I know Paul Blackthorne is English, just as Terrance Mann is from the American South. And for the most part, he speaks using his normal accent. But just for a couple of lines at the beginning, he addresses the obsessed wife, Tess Cole, in a husky, Harry Dresden-ish accent...and from that point on, I decided that Clark Quietly was either Harry using a fake name or a hitherto unknown twin brother.
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kippurbird and
das_mervin have given me most of these eggs and hatchlings, because they are incredibly generous people.)
I know I have not posted much, because I do not have much to post ABOUT. I've been editing and spending a lot of time in bed--the latter because I have a very stabbity right heel. I don't know if it's an infection or a bruise. I woke up on Saturday with a sore heel that, on examination, was bruised on the right side, so I would say that one of the boots for the pump squeezed the heel and a very small rounded bone in the heel much too hard...but it could be an inflammation of some kind. Or both. So it is off to the wound center on Friday morning. Joy.
Also, I watched The River, which was pretty good.
ignipes has dubbed it Supernatural in the Amazon With Female Characters Who Aren't Dead and No Classic Rock. And instead of the Metallicar, there's a boat called Magus.
I would call it VERY good, but I have to take off points for the shaky cam. (I loathe the shaky cam. I know that it's supposed to make it look as if the series is a real documentary shot by amateurs, but nevertheless I'd rather be able to look at the screen and not feel that the cameraman has motion sickness. Give me smooth, inobtrusive cinematography any day of the week.)
That said, it was a good show. I have, however, concluded that the four genre savvy people (the cameraman, the mechanic, the mechanic's psychic daughter and a TV producer who looks suspiciously like a certain wizard from Chicago and who is clearly imitating his very dead and very British teacher's voice**) need to ditch the three genre blind ones. The genre blind ones are the obsessed wife of a Steve Irwin-type who went missing in the Amazon jungle and who seems to be having an affair with said wiz--er, I mean, producer; the resentful son of the missing man; and a young woman who is the child of a missing crew member of not-Steve Irwin, and who looks very much like the Doctor's daughter, Jenny. The genre blind ones do things like find a creepy tree in the middle of the jungle covered in broken dolls--which is clearly based on the Isla de las Munecas--and take one of the toys.
I'm hoping that they'll get more savvy as the series progresses, though. In any case, I do want to see what happens next week.
Oh, and does anyone have any suggestions for what I should be watching on streaming Netflix?
**I know Paul Blackthorne is English, just as Terrance Mann is from the American South. And for the most part, he speaks using his normal accent. But just for a couple of lines at the beginning, he addresses the obsessed wife, Tess Cole, in a husky, Harry Dresden-ish accent...and from that point on, I decided that Clark Quietly was either Harry using a fake name or a hitherto unknown twin brother.
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