Do-Over!
Happy New Year!
Although I'm starting 2011 with the loss of my job--I think this is the last week. We've been told nothing beyond Friday, 7 January, being the final day open to the public--it has to be loads better than 2010, which featured the loss of my husband's appendix.
The Hub and I had a quiet New Year's Eve in, watched Iron Chef on TV, and kissed at midnight. We might have stayed awake until 1. W00T!
I talked to my brother and mother this morning, exchanged the greetings and best wishes. It was probably the least stressful family call I've had with them in close to 5 years. The tone remained pretty light, Mom didn't ramble through church news or obituaries, and Marc just mumbled until I figured he needed a nap. The holiday season depresses us both, so we tend to stay exhausted until mid-January.
I'm totally late to the Plinkett reviews on Red Letter Media. (He takes on Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith here. 90 minutes or so, in 3 parts: http://www.redlettermedia.com/sith.html). I've always maintained that complaining fans of all stripes would be more interesting if they made their criticisms performances of some sort. I believe fan fiction comes from this place. There are also some decent fan films. I think these are constructive ways of leveling criticism. I don't always agree with the angle, but I think it's way more interesting than yelling, "This SUCKS!"
Anyway, Plinkett is a character a guy does to really tear into some treasured icons of SF fandom. The character is morally bankrupt, has an unappealing voice, senile, alcoholic, or any number of other things one doesn't want to hear about at length. He uses this repulsive character to teach you about film and criticism in a disrespectful and possibly offensive way. I may be over-thinking this. It's also damned funny. I like that the character has death threats leveled against him. Hilarious.
I watched hours of this stuff yesterday, while catching bits of Doctor Who and reading stuff. Anxiety's off the rails, so I have many things going at once. I am afraid to relax. I don't know what would happen if I did. Maybe explode or something. Dunno.
Time to watch more stuff, drink some tea. I work tomorrow from 8 to 5, during which I'll likely do very little. The store is pretty much empty of product and people. Off Tuesday. Then, 9 to 6 the rest of the week, including Saturday. The GM makes the schedules. Poorly. "At least it's almost over" is my mantram.
Yeesh.
Although I'm starting 2011 with the loss of my job--I think this is the last week. We've been told nothing beyond Friday, 7 January, being the final day open to the public--it has to be loads better than 2010, which featured the loss of my husband's appendix.
The Hub and I had a quiet New Year's Eve in, watched Iron Chef on TV, and kissed at midnight. We might have stayed awake until 1. W00T!
I talked to my brother and mother this morning, exchanged the greetings and best wishes. It was probably the least stressful family call I've had with them in close to 5 years. The tone remained pretty light, Mom didn't ramble through church news or obituaries, and Marc just mumbled until I figured he needed a nap. The holiday season depresses us both, so we tend to stay exhausted until mid-January.
I'm totally late to the Plinkett reviews on Red Letter Media. (He takes on Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith here. 90 minutes or so, in 3 parts: http://www.redlettermedia.com/sith.html). I've always maintained that complaining fans of all stripes would be more interesting if they made their criticisms performances of some sort. I believe fan fiction comes from this place. There are also some decent fan films. I think these are constructive ways of leveling criticism. I don't always agree with the angle, but I think it's way more interesting than yelling, "This SUCKS!"
Anyway, Plinkett is a character a guy does to really tear into some treasured icons of SF fandom. The character is morally bankrupt, has an unappealing voice, senile, alcoholic, or any number of other things one doesn't want to hear about at length. He uses this repulsive character to teach you about film and criticism in a disrespectful and possibly offensive way. I may be over-thinking this. It's also damned funny. I like that the character has death threats leveled against him. Hilarious.
I watched hours of this stuff yesterday, while catching bits of Doctor Who and reading stuff. Anxiety's off the rails, so I have many things going at once. I am afraid to relax. I don't know what would happen if I did. Maybe explode or something. Dunno.
Time to watch more stuff, drink some tea. I work tomorrow from 8 to 5, during which I'll likely do very little. The store is pretty much empty of product and people. Off Tuesday. Then, 9 to 6 the rest of the week, including Saturday. The GM makes the schedules. Poorly. "At least it's almost over" is my mantram.
Yeesh.