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Hey look, you guys! I made a website. It's boneheadedly simple, but it is done, except for the Resume portion, and I did it (with one tiny tech-support call to nicolemack). I already got one e-mail via the Contact link...from my parents. Essentially, "We have no idea why you need this, but it's great! We're so proud of you! We love you!" Hee. Next up: business cards.
So that was my weekend. I did go to the library, where I immediately got distracted and ignored the list I'd cobbled together from all of your excellent suggestions. What I actually got: Travels with my Aunt, by Graham Greene (like Auntie Mame, but with an old guy instead of a kid), The Poisonwood Bible, by Barbara Kingsolver (because I love love loved it a decade[!] ago, but can't be bothered to branch out into her other work), and February House, by Sherrill Tippins (about the time Carson McCullers, W.H. Auden, Jane and Paul Bowles, Benjamin Britten, and Gypsy Rose Lee all shared a house in Brooklyn, which sounds kind of like drama-rama fun to me). So...next time for the LJ book-recs list. Thanks for your input, everybody!
Oh, and I saw State of Play.
I was...underwhelmed. Super-chatty, and not super-action-y, and also kind of weirdly overwritten, in the sense that I could sort of hear Tony Gilroy typing away in the background and thinking, "I know! This is what a gristly old journalist would say now!." Also, I feel that if Helen Mirren and Russell Crowe can't make your dialogue sound natural...that might be an issue. Spent much of the movie deciding whether I could pull off Rachel McAdams's super-cute haircut (verdict: yes, in the event of massive hair-chopping), and trying to remember where I'd seen the dead girl before (answer: Kenneth's blind girlfriend on 30 Rock; hee!). Possibly the best part was in the first scene, which took place in the exact location of the theater I was sitting in, which was strange meta-type fun.
And this morning I overslept and it's spitting rain outside and I made a mess trying to make oatmeal in the office microwave, but it's all okay because today is Epic Chuck Monday! To paraphrase another moment of squee, things are happening. Big things. Wow things! Am obvs. v. excited, to the point where abbreviations are necessary. Yay yay yay. Will go to prescreening of cool Earth documentary, then run home for exciting times with Chuck Bartowski and his sexy shoulders.
So that's me. How are you?
So that was my weekend. I did go to the library, where I immediately got distracted and ignored the list I'd cobbled together from all of your excellent suggestions. What I actually got: Travels with my Aunt, by Graham Greene (like Auntie Mame, but with an old guy instead of a kid), The Poisonwood Bible, by Barbara Kingsolver (because I love love loved it a decade[!] ago, but can't be bothered to branch out into her other work), and February House, by Sherrill Tippins (about the time Carson McCullers, W.H. Auden, Jane and Paul Bowles, Benjamin Britten, and Gypsy Rose Lee all shared a house in Brooklyn, which sounds kind of like drama-rama fun to me). So...next time for the LJ book-recs list. Thanks for your input, everybody!
Oh, and I saw State of Play.
I was...underwhelmed. Super-chatty, and not super-action-y, and also kind of weirdly overwritten, in the sense that I could sort of hear Tony Gilroy typing away in the background and thinking, "I know! This is what a gristly old journalist would say now!." Also, I feel that if Helen Mirren and Russell Crowe can't make your dialogue sound natural...that might be an issue. Spent much of the movie deciding whether I could pull off Rachel McAdams's super-cute haircut (verdict: yes, in the event of massive hair-chopping), and trying to remember where I'd seen the dead girl before (answer: Kenneth's blind girlfriend on 30 Rock; hee!). Possibly the best part was in the first scene, which took place in the exact location of the theater I was sitting in, which was strange meta-type fun.
And this morning I overslept and it's spitting rain outside and I made a mess trying to make oatmeal in the office microwave, but it's all okay because today is Epic Chuck Monday! To paraphrase another moment of squee, things are happening. Big things. Wow things! Am obvs. v. excited, to the point where abbreviations are necessary. Yay yay yay. Will go to prescreening of cool Earth documentary, then run home for exciting times with Chuck Bartowski and his sexy shoulders.
So that's me. How are you?