Howard Hughes vs. the Insomnia Beast
Right now, I'm doing my best not to go back to bed. Three nights of insomnia have me pretty much wrecked. That's probably one reason I've not been making entries. Not the only reason, but certainly a contributing factor. I'm a tuatara, out here. A horseshoe crab. A lingulid brachiopod. That is to say, a living fossil, as regards my blogging. Not many of us do this anymore. Try to keep an online litany of our day-to-day travails. Times have changed, and they keep on changing. And I continue to grow less adaptable.
I was once supremely adaptable. Now, it's all Galápagos.
I'm making progress on the screenplay for The Red Tree. I've pared the book down to the bone. I'm allowing myself to think about almost nothing else, so far as writing is concerned.
We had a few more "hot" days, but today seems autumnal again.
At night, I've been playing WoW (Shaharrazad finally made Lvl. 90) and watching movies. There are a few worth noting. Last night, for example, Scorcese's The Wolf of Wall Street. Absolutely brilliant and unexpectedly hilarious. In many ways, the film parallels Scorcese's Goodfellas (1990), only the sleaze and depravity of the Stratton Oakmont crowd makes the Mafia look like choirboys. Also, we saw Gilles Paquet-Brenner's Dark Places (2015), a film that might have come off painfully so-so if not for the performances therein, which helped to elevate it above "movie of the week" fare (there's a dated reference for you). Finally, there was Terry Gilliam's masterful The Zero Theorem (2013), which I am appalled to see has been so poorly regarded by critics. It's quite probably one of his best films. Christoph Waltz deserved an best actor Oscar nomination.
Tiddley pom.
I need to go back to bed.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
I was once supremely adaptable. Now, it's all Galápagos.
I'm making progress on the screenplay for The Red Tree. I've pared the book down to the bone. I'm allowing myself to think about almost nothing else, so far as writing is concerned.
We had a few more "hot" days, but today seems autumnal again.
At night, I've been playing WoW (Shaharrazad finally made Lvl. 90) and watching movies. There are a few worth noting. Last night, for example, Scorcese's The Wolf of Wall Street. Absolutely brilliant and unexpectedly hilarious. In many ways, the film parallels Scorcese's Goodfellas (1990), only the sleaze and depravity of the Stratton Oakmont crowd makes the Mafia look like choirboys. Also, we saw Gilles Paquet-Brenner's Dark Places (2015), a film that might have come off painfully so-so if not for the performances therein, which helped to elevate it above "movie of the week" fare (there's a dated reference for you). Finally, there was Terry Gilliam's masterful The Zero Theorem (2013), which I am appalled to see has been so poorly regarded by critics. It's quite probably one of his best films. Christoph Waltz deserved an best actor Oscar nomination.
Tiddley pom.
I need to go back to bed.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast