cars can't fly! cars can't fly!
i have tv again! yay! the comcast guy came promptly at ten and fixed something, i don't even know what, and now i have cable. which i am celebrating by watching the end of captain america.
i also - drum roll - finished the first draft of my bigbang. double yay! i even have a summary, altho i don't like it. it tells you exactly what the story's about, but it's kind of a boring summary. but at least the draft is done.
i saw furious seven today and, like the most recent fast&furious movies, it's ridiculous as hell and male-gazey but fun to watch. the stunts made me suspend my disbelief so hard it broke, altho i have to say, they were pretty cool stunts. and the driving was of course awesome. basically, i'm glad i finally saw it. i have no idea what they're going to do for #8, tho. i think but am not 100% sure that they really threw a bunch of cars out of a plane, and that scene wasn't totally cgi. and i kept expecting brian to bite it and kept being surprised that he wasn't dead. i mean, there seemed to be some foreshadowing in the beginning with "i'm not going to another funeral" and brian calling mia to say if she doesn't hear from him after twenty-four hours, well.... and, you know, paul walker. but no! he survived to the end credits. the tribute at the end made me sniffle.
we got a preview for age of ultron - for which i have not yet been spoiled! good job, twitter! i might have to stay off tumblr, tho - and apparently a remake of poltergeist - why do we need a remake of that? - and some other things i don't remember.
and now, a poem.
Why are you grieving?
Because the others are grieving.
You are not compelled to grieve independently?
The grass needs raking.
The grass?
The leaves. I will build a fence to keep them from the sea.
Then will you help the others?
Tollers ring bells even the dead can hear,
a ringing such that I am bound to.
And the leaves?
When they are taken by the waves I give them names,
desiring in this act a homecoming
to which I am constantly denied
on account of other people's prayers.
--"Were They Hands Would They Flower", Rob Schlegel
i also - drum roll - finished the first draft of my bigbang. double yay! i even have a summary, altho i don't like it. it tells you exactly what the story's about, but it's kind of a boring summary. but at least the draft is done.
i saw furious seven today and, like the most recent fast&furious movies, it's ridiculous as hell and male-gazey but fun to watch. the stunts made me suspend my disbelief so hard it broke, altho i have to say, they were pretty cool stunts. and the driving was of course awesome. basically, i'm glad i finally saw it. i have no idea what they're going to do for #8, tho. i think but am not 100% sure that they really threw a bunch of cars out of a plane, and that scene wasn't totally cgi. and i kept expecting brian to bite it and kept being surprised that he wasn't dead. i mean, there seemed to be some foreshadowing in the beginning with "i'm not going to another funeral" and brian calling mia to say if she doesn't hear from him after twenty-four hours, well.... and, you know, paul walker. but no! he survived to the end credits. the tribute at the end made me sniffle.
we got a preview for age of ultron - for which i have not yet been spoiled! good job, twitter! i might have to stay off tumblr, tho - and apparently a remake of poltergeist - why do we need a remake of that? - and some other things i don't remember.
and now, a poem.
Why are you grieving?
Because the others are grieving.
You are not compelled to grieve independently?
The grass needs raking.
The grass?
The leaves. I will build a fence to keep them from the sea.
Then will you help the others?
Tollers ring bells even the dead can hear,
a ringing such that I am bound to.
And the leaves?
When they are taken by the waves I give them names,
desiring in this act a homecoming
to which I am constantly denied
on account of other people's prayers.
--"Were They Hands Would They Flower", Rob Schlegel