Nerds!
I really don't want to stay up too late tonight since I have to drive out to my parents tomorrow morning and then halfway back so I can go do actual paid work tomorrow. I'm going to be in the car for two hours. Blah. Luckily, I talked Wes into picking up Dex from my parents after work, so if I get done soon enough, I can drop off the car, go to the earlier yoga class and maybe even get a pedicure done. I so need a break.
Today was not the best of my days, mentally or physically. It started out all right when I woke up, I was mostly feeling lazy, catching up on e-mail and people's feedback about the X-Files movie. We had Dex in the computer room with us, so I was half reading, half entertaining. I ate some yogurt and a banana and it was shortly thereafter that I started to feel sick to my stomach. I'm not sure if and/or when I ate something bad, but this is the second time in a week-and-a-half I've had some sort of a digestive reaction to something (I ate?) I can't find a common link, but it's irritating.
I laid down after my shower and slept for a couple hours while Wes watched the baby. I finally got up when he brought the baby into our room and said how Dex wanted to see me. Heh.
Still, I've felt spotty as the day's gone on -- coupled with mood swings -- apathy, depression, laziness, productivity, accomplishment, complacency. I felt irritated because the house was in disarray and I hadn't gotten the opportunity to finish things. Wes, probably sensing that I wasn't in the best mood to be handling the baby, took care of him. In the meantime, I was able to finish the laundry, organize our clothes and closet, do the dishes and generally straighten up around the house. This offered me that sense of accomplishment. However, as soon as I sat down again, I felt tired and disinterested and just "blah."
The negativity ebbed when I'd look at Dex and he'd just grin really big at me, or I'd catch him watching Wes play video games, or looking up with interest at the light and rotating mobile on his Aquarium Swing. I love imaging what his world is like. It makes mine seem so trivial and so selfish.
Tomorrow will be a break, though, because my parents are going to watch him for the day so I can actually WORK. The last time I tried to bring Dex with me while I did work, I accomplished very little, since the small man of mine has recently become a bit more wily and is not content sitting in his walker or having me hold him. I don't blame him -- I wouldn't want to be stuck in one room for the entire day, but the consequence is that I have to drive almost two hours in the morning in order to make sure I can get things done! Sometimes I wish I lived closer to my family, like my sister does...
This seemed more like a bonus when it was just Wes and myself and we didn't want to be around family all the time, but now having a family ourselves seems to make extended family all that more important. Go figure.
Also, as I mentioned, I went to go see the X-Files movie yesterday.
OK, so I assume if you're reading this, you've either seen the movie or don't care if you read about it. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Anyway, so I went to go see the movie with Wes, my sister and brother-in-law. I had hopeful expectations on what seemed like the positive reviews of my fellow X-Files fans. I read about people going to see it three, four times. Subtle hints about Mulder and Scully. Notes to make sure I "stay[ed] until the end!" I was very excited.
My brother-in-law's first reaction was: "Well. It wasn't The Dark Knight."
My husband's reaction was essentially: "Really? That's IT?"
And my reaction was: "Hmmm. Well, that was kind of disappointing."
First of all, I do have to allow my appreciation for the fact that, like what all the critics and fans have been saying, they DID stay true to the characters of Mulder and Scully. They acted like a couple who've been living together for over six years. You could tell they really did love each other. Scully being a doctor. Mulder and his office with all the magazine clippings and his Crazy!Beard. I really have to give them credit for NOT screwing that up.
I LOVED the bedroom scene with them. It was so very real, Mulder feeling Scully thinking. The sexual joke. The very emotional response Mulder gave to Scully's comment about William. That felt organic and true.
OK. So. That being said, let's talk about the things I didn't like:
- The plot. BORING. I have to say that I'm kind of shocked that the most "paranormal" thing about this movie was the pedophile priest psychic. Even the "Frankenstein" storyline didn't seem that weird or "unexplainable." It was gross, but not particularly great from an X-Files standpoint.
I really was hoping for something SCARY. I never really felt overly scared watching this movie. There's been some really great MOTW's throughout the course of the series - I don't know why they couldn't have created a more interesting 'monster' for them to be chasing, you know?
Even the whole connection between the priest and his former altar boy who was dying and had his gay lover sewing parts of people onto him seemed like a forced connection. I don't know.
- Scully: 1) Googling "stem-cell therapy" on her computer, and then 2) actually PERFORMING the surgical procedure on her patient. OK, correct me if I'm wrong, but despite the fact that Scully may be an accomplished doctor and/or surgeon, wouldn't they normally hire a specialist to do surgery of a sensitive nature such as this? Uh ... yeah.
- Mulder and Scully's almost-breakup. For one, Scully's reasoning on why she got mad at Mulder in the first place was completely unfair. I wanted to smack her over the head and be like, "Scully. It's muthafuckin' MULDER. It's like asking the sky NOT to be blue." She's watched him spend the last six years clip articles and grow a unibomber beard. What does she expect??
And then, to imagine that, after everything they've been through, they'd actually REALLY break up? Yeah... right. It was so contrived. I didn't believe for a second they were actually separating.
Also, while I found the scene at the VERY end (after the credits) kind of cute (and a bit of a 'nudge-wink' to the fans), it also seemed a bit ridiculous and I couldn't resist but make a "Lost island" joke when we saw the boat and the island.
Blah, there was other crap, too, but I mostly don't want to talk about it because I'm bitter about the fact that we're probably not going to get another X-Files movie now.
The other thing was that this movie was supposed to be a stand-alone story that anyone who hadn't seen the series would be able to come in and watch, but I felt that, to appreciate it at all, you really had to understand the characters of Mulder and Scully, because this movie wasn't about the plot (which was weak), it was really about the main characters, Mulder and Scully. It was as much about her dilemma with the boy at the hospital (and the symbolism to her own lost child) as it was about Mulder, trying to chase down this case with the missing FBI agent.
OK, and I did love the fact that Mulder made Scully come with him on the case. Ah, LOVE!
I'd better get going, though. I discovered #xf-romantics again (thanks, kelbelle), and that made me take longer writing this post than I expected it would. Ah, sleep.
Today was not the best of my days, mentally or physically. It started out all right when I woke up, I was mostly feeling lazy, catching up on e-mail and people's feedback about the X-Files movie. We had Dex in the computer room with us, so I was half reading, half entertaining. I ate some yogurt and a banana and it was shortly thereafter that I started to feel sick to my stomach. I'm not sure if and/or when I ate something bad, but this is the second time in a week-and-a-half I've had some sort of a digestive reaction to something (I ate?) I can't find a common link, but it's irritating.
I laid down after my shower and slept for a couple hours while Wes watched the baby. I finally got up when he brought the baby into our room and said how Dex wanted to see me. Heh.
Still, I've felt spotty as the day's gone on -- coupled with mood swings -- apathy, depression, laziness, productivity, accomplishment, complacency. I felt irritated because the house was in disarray and I hadn't gotten the opportunity to finish things. Wes, probably sensing that I wasn't in the best mood to be handling the baby, took care of him. In the meantime, I was able to finish the laundry, organize our clothes and closet, do the dishes and generally straighten up around the house. This offered me that sense of accomplishment. However, as soon as I sat down again, I felt tired and disinterested and just "blah."
The negativity ebbed when I'd look at Dex and he'd just grin really big at me, or I'd catch him watching Wes play video games, or looking up with interest at the light and rotating mobile on his Aquarium Swing. I love imaging what his world is like. It makes mine seem so trivial and so selfish.
Tomorrow will be a break, though, because my parents are going to watch him for the day so I can actually WORK. The last time I tried to bring Dex with me while I did work, I accomplished very little, since the small man of mine has recently become a bit more wily and is not content sitting in his walker or having me hold him. I don't blame him -- I wouldn't want to be stuck in one room for the entire day, but the consequence is that I have to drive almost two hours in the morning in order to make sure I can get things done! Sometimes I wish I lived closer to my family, like my sister does...
This seemed more like a bonus when it was just Wes and myself and we didn't want to be around family all the time, but now having a family ourselves seems to make extended family all that more important. Go figure.
Also, as I mentioned, I went to go see the X-Files movie yesterday.
OK, so I assume if you're reading this, you've either seen the movie or don't care if you read about it. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Anyway, so I went to go see the movie with Wes, my sister and brother-in-law. I had hopeful expectations on what seemed like the positive reviews of my fellow X-Files fans. I read about people going to see it three, four times. Subtle hints about Mulder and Scully. Notes to make sure I "stay[ed] until the end!" I was very excited.
My brother-in-law's first reaction was: "Well. It wasn't The Dark Knight."
My husband's reaction was essentially: "Really? That's IT?"
And my reaction was: "Hmmm. Well, that was kind of disappointing."
First of all, I do have to allow my appreciation for the fact that, like what all the critics and fans have been saying, they DID stay true to the characters of Mulder and Scully. They acted like a couple who've been living together for over six years. You could tell they really did love each other. Scully being a doctor. Mulder and his office with all the magazine clippings and his Crazy!Beard. I really have to give them credit for NOT screwing that up.
I LOVED the bedroom scene with them. It was so very real, Mulder feeling Scully thinking. The sexual joke. The very emotional response Mulder gave to Scully's comment about William. That felt organic and true.
OK. So. That being said, let's talk about the things I didn't like:
- The plot. BORING. I have to say that I'm kind of shocked that the most "paranormal" thing about this movie was the pedophile priest psychic. Even the "Frankenstein" storyline didn't seem that weird or "unexplainable." It was gross, but not particularly great from an X-Files standpoint.
I really was hoping for something SCARY. I never really felt overly scared watching this movie. There's been some really great MOTW's throughout the course of the series - I don't know why they couldn't have created a more interesting 'monster' for them to be chasing, you know?
Even the whole connection between the priest and his former altar boy who was dying and had his gay lover sewing parts of people onto him seemed like a forced connection. I don't know.
- Scully: 1) Googling "stem-cell therapy" on her computer, and then 2) actually PERFORMING the surgical procedure on her patient. OK, correct me if I'm wrong, but despite the fact that Scully may be an accomplished doctor and/or surgeon, wouldn't they normally hire a specialist to do surgery of a sensitive nature such as this? Uh ... yeah.
- Mulder and Scully's almost-breakup. For one, Scully's reasoning on why she got mad at Mulder in the first place was completely unfair. I wanted to smack her over the head and be like, "Scully. It's muthafuckin' MULDER. It's like asking the sky NOT to be blue." She's watched him spend the last six years clip articles and grow a unibomber beard. What does she expect??
And then, to imagine that, after everything they've been through, they'd actually REALLY break up? Yeah... right. It was so contrived. I didn't believe for a second they were actually separating.
Also, while I found the scene at the VERY end (after the credits) kind of cute (and a bit of a 'nudge-wink' to the fans), it also seemed a bit ridiculous and I couldn't resist but make a "Lost island" joke when we saw the boat and the island.
Blah, there was other crap, too, but I mostly don't want to talk about it because I'm bitter about the fact that we're probably not going to get another X-Files movie now.
The other thing was that this movie was supposed to be a stand-alone story that anyone who hadn't seen the series would be able to come in and watch, but I felt that, to appreciate it at all, you really had to understand the characters of Mulder and Scully, because this movie wasn't about the plot (which was weak), it was really about the main characters, Mulder and Scully. It was as much about her dilemma with the boy at the hospital (and the symbolism to her own lost child) as it was about Mulder, trying to chase down this case with the missing FBI agent.
OK, and I did love the fact that Mulder made Scully come with him on the case. Ah, LOVE!
I'd better get going, though. I discovered #xf-romantics again (thanks, kelbelle), and that made me take longer writing this post than I expected it would. Ah, sleep.