Random: Inception, Seroquel, wishful thinking.
Finally saw Inception. Amazing movie. Don't understand why people complained it was hard to follow. Also don't understand the feather-plucking frustration people experienced over the ambiguity of the thing. That was the entire point of the movie. Coming down on one side or the other would have cheapened it.
I say that as someone who is not overly fond of ambiguous endings. Too often, not wanting to state something outright is either hamhanded shorthand for "You are watching GREAT ART" when it is not, in fact, any such thing, or it's a sign that your narrative is not actually very interesting because you've relied on mystery to sustain interest. Neither was the case here.
Had friends over for movie night tonight and chased Inception with The Amazing Screw-On Head (always a hit) and Tremors, which I think says something about our taste, and what we require in our entertainment: only that it entertains. As I said to bat_cheva when discussing movies that are unpleasant for unpleasantness' sake, "I am not terribly entertained my by my own depression." I don't demand cheerful cheerful alla time, but I really can't abide movies that feel like, if you're having a good time, you obviously aren't paying attention to what's REALLY IMPORTANT.
Uhh. What else?
In the interests of documenting this shit, I lowered my Seroquel dose by 1/3 last night to see if that would reduce the constant tiredness. So far, I'm doing okay. Haven't fallen asleep once today, although I really do want to take a nap right now.
This shit is so frustrating sometimes. You want to find something that works and then keep doing that thing, and when that's just not how it is for you it gets annoying fast.
We're in the process of putting together a splash page for Pride and Prostitutes, like the pretty freaking awesome one I did for Vengeance and Valor. I really kinda wish I had a Western-style saddle and someone who's built like Dolly and Delilah and is willing to have their cleavage photographed in a corset.* Because that would make for some serious AWESOME. Sigh.
And, to wrap up this random post of randomness, I have not made you look at my cats lately, so here is a picture of Sif being adorable and laying in our gaming chair:
Captioned by akttog: "Iz cumftbl, onest."
Tomorrow: expedition to awesome flea market of awesomeness. Hope it's open. Gotta love Oklahoma and hours like "Wednesday through Friday during the day, open most other days if I feel like it."
* N.B.: No, I can't do it myself. I'm way, way too fat through the arms and shoulders and neck. And everywhere else, frankly. That's not me getting down on myself, that's me admitting I am sooooo not built like Scarlett Johannson, which can hardly be held against me.
I say that as someone who is not overly fond of ambiguous endings. Too often, not wanting to state something outright is either hamhanded shorthand for "You are watching GREAT ART" when it is not, in fact, any such thing, or it's a sign that your narrative is not actually very interesting because you've relied on mystery to sustain interest. Neither was the case here.
Had friends over for movie night tonight and chased Inception with The Amazing Screw-On Head (always a hit) and Tremors, which I think says something about our taste, and what we require in our entertainment: only that it entertains. As I said to bat_cheva when discussing movies that are unpleasant for unpleasantness' sake, "I am not terribly entertained my by my own depression." I don't demand cheerful cheerful alla time, but I really can't abide movies that feel like, if you're having a good time, you obviously aren't paying attention to what's REALLY IMPORTANT.
Uhh. What else?
In the interests of documenting this shit, I lowered my Seroquel dose by 1/3 last night to see if that would reduce the constant tiredness. So far, I'm doing okay. Haven't fallen asleep once today, although I really do want to take a nap right now.
This shit is so frustrating sometimes. You want to find something that works and then keep doing that thing, and when that's just not how it is for you it gets annoying fast.
We're in the process of putting together a splash page for Pride and Prostitutes, like the pretty freaking awesome one I did for Vengeance and Valor. I really kinda wish I had a Western-style saddle and someone who's built like Dolly and Delilah and is willing to have their cleavage photographed in a corset.* Because that would make for some serious AWESOME. Sigh.
And, to wrap up this random post of randomness, I have not made you look at my cats lately, so here is a picture of Sif being adorable and laying in our gaming chair:
Captioned by akttog: "Iz cumftbl, onest."
Tomorrow: expedition to awesome flea market of awesomeness. Hope it's open. Gotta love Oklahoma and hours like "Wednesday through Friday during the day, open most other days if I feel like it."
* N.B.: No, I can't do it myself. I'm way, way too fat through the arms and shoulders and neck. And everywhere else, frankly. That's not me getting down on myself, that's me admitting I am sooooo not built like Scarlett Johannson, which can hardly be held against me.