when the wind isn't blowing me away
Non-tornado-y stuff.
* This picture is simply too cute to wait for Friday. Meet Rafi and his chem-light mobile at a clinic in Afghanistan.
* Fourth day of training camp and my hockey team is already going to be without its captain for a month...
* Watched recently: Harry Brown and Batman: Under the Red Hood. Both were pleasant diversions and I should really stop wondering why Netflix thinks I need to see every revenge movie ever.
Michael Caine is generally awesome; he really out-acts the film, but not to the point that it's a problem.The plot's a bit more Death Wish than Gran Torino, but the film gets points for a remarkably vibrant and disturbing picture of youth gone bad. The ending's a little bit of a cop-out, though.
Batman was surprisingly acceptable; I remember reading the original story and being mildly grateful that this was going to be one of Judd Winick's good runs (Green Lantern) and not one of his execrable ones (oh, pick one -- Outsiders). The voicework was better than the recent Bat-related stuff, I thought. Jensen Ackles was perfect for Jason Todd, Neil Patrick Harris was fine as Nightwing, and Bruce Greenwood did a good Kevin Conroy impersonation for the title role. I've not been in love with the recent non-Conroy Batmen; Jeremy Sisto (The New Frontier) was weird -- I like Sisto's rumble of a voice a lot, but it was jarring. Billy Baldwin (Crisis on Two Earths) was just distractingly wrong. But Greenwood sounded like an animated Batman.
After watching Batman, I ended up taking both A Lonely Place of Dying and the second half of Hush off the shelf to reread. I would have picked up Hush from the beginning, but I don't own it; Mile High Comics was out when I made the order and I've never filled it in. I should; it's not the most brilliant arc ever, but Jim Lee made gorgeous love to the Bat family and it has some really nice moments. And I'm a Bruce/Selina fangirl at heart, I suspect.
* Books without pictures: taking a short break between bleak Swedish murder mysteries and bleak Tibetan murder mysteries for a reread of Master & Commander, which somehow always manages to be fresh on the reread no matter how many times I go through it. (And I've gone through it a lot.)
I've just taken this out of the library; I get an awful lot of book suggestions from the back pages of The National Review.
* This picture is simply too cute to wait for Friday. Meet Rafi and his chem-light mobile at a clinic in Afghanistan.
* Fourth day of training camp and my hockey team is already going to be without its captain for a month...
* Watched recently: Harry Brown and Batman: Under the Red Hood. Both were pleasant diversions and I should really stop wondering why Netflix thinks I need to see every revenge movie ever.
Michael Caine is generally awesome; he really out-acts the film, but not to the point that it's a problem.The plot's a bit more Death Wish than Gran Torino, but the film gets points for a remarkably vibrant and disturbing picture of youth gone bad. The ending's a little bit of a cop-out, though.
Batman was surprisingly acceptable; I remember reading the original story and being mildly grateful that this was going to be one of Judd Winick's good runs (Green Lantern) and not one of his execrable ones (oh, pick one -- Outsiders). The voicework was better than the recent Bat-related stuff, I thought. Jensen Ackles was perfect for Jason Todd, Neil Patrick Harris was fine as Nightwing, and Bruce Greenwood did a good Kevin Conroy impersonation for the title role. I've not been in love with the recent non-Conroy Batmen; Jeremy Sisto (The New Frontier) was weird -- I like Sisto's rumble of a voice a lot, but it was jarring. Billy Baldwin (Crisis on Two Earths) was just distractingly wrong. But Greenwood sounded like an animated Batman.
After watching Batman, I ended up taking both A Lonely Place of Dying and the second half of Hush off the shelf to reread. I would have picked up Hush from the beginning, but I don't own it; Mile High Comics was out when I made the order and I've never filled it in. I should; it's not the most brilliant arc ever, but Jim Lee made gorgeous love to the Bat family and it has some really nice moments. And I'm a Bruce/Selina fangirl at heart, I suspect.
* Books without pictures: taking a short break between bleak Swedish murder mysteries and bleak Tibetan murder mysteries for a reread of Master & Commander, which somehow always manages to be fresh on the reread no matter how many times I go through it. (And I've gone through it a lot.)
I've just taken this out of the library; I get an awful lot of book suggestions from the back pages of The National Review.