On the Subject Of...

Jul 02, 2006 19:43

Writing
I've written almost nothing in weeks. This week, I sat down and wrote a 2900-word story in three days. "Eleven Days at the Rocking M" was like that too. I wrote it in less than a week, and the bulk of it (as in, nearly 4000 words) in a weekend.

Art
We had a henna party before the party where the belly dance troupe was performing yesterday. I did my own henna tattoo on the back of my left hand. I showed it off at breakfast this morning and told people I'd done it myself. My mother said, "I thought I recognized your drawing style." I had no idea I even had a drawing style. I'm used to thinking of myself as having no talent when it comes to arts other than writing.

Politics
The best politics subject line ever comes from John Scalzi's Whatever: SCOTUS to POTUS: RTFM.

Movies (I)
I did not go see Superman Returns, but I did read Anthony Lane's review in The New Yorker. You may remember from previous posts how much I love Anthony Lane. Here's the best bit of what he has to say about it: Add more crystals to more water, and up from the seabed rises a fresh landmass, on which--if you are Luthor--you plan to build a whole new continent of your own devising. Picture my disappointment as I realized that, for all the pizzazz of "Superman Returns," its global weapon of choice would not be terrorism, or nuclear piracy, or dirty bombs. It would be real estate. What does Warner Bros. have in mind for the next installment? Superman overhauls corporate pension plans? Luthor screws Medicare?

Movies (II)
I did see The Devil Wears Prada, and let me tell you that it is awesome. It's fantastically funny, Emily Blunt's every line is delivered perfectly, and it's a wonderful vehicle for Anne Hathaway, who finally gets to be an adult. It also made me put Ready to Wear (fashion movie) and Something New (Simon Baker movie) at the top of my Netflix queue.

Other People's Fandoms
Someone at Escapade went on and on about Nip/Tuck, so I Neflixed it. Let me recommend that you not do any such thing. The characters are despicable and unsympathetic and the surgery footage serves no purpose other than to be bloody and gory.

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