Awake and dream sick from an incredibly intricate nightmare involving LSD, presidential assassination, and sex with Glenn Close. I want to know who gave Oliver Stone permission to direct one of my dreams?
Here in Providence, it's 17˚F, and the windchill has it feeling like -2˚F.
"The Road of Needles" continues to proceed at an unacceptably slow pace: only 693 words yesterday. In my defense, yesterday was a day of stress and grueling distraction, centering on a very bizarre turn of events which I'll speak of here soon. Maybe as soon as tomorrow. And there were backed-up emails, and biographies and story notes that had to be sent to editors (more of that today; cut and paste is my friend).
The auction for a copy of Blood Oranges (signed and personalized, should the winner so desire), plus the first monster doodle I've offered since 2008, is going quite well. My thanks to those who have bid thus far. Also, now that the authorship of Blood Oranges has been straightened out on Amazon, sales there have improved tremendously. Surprise. That only took about four fucking months.
Last night, we saw the pilot episode of The Following, the new Fox series with Kevin Bacon. The premise is great. There is potential. But that first episode – despite some impressive violence – was marred by ham-fisted direction, pedestrian cinematography, and terrible writing. The show would have been greatly improved had someone with charisma been chosen to play Joe Carroll, a serial killer with so much charisma he's managed to create a cult to carry out his murders for him. Oh, and the whole Poe thing was painfully hackneyed. Still, I'll give it several more episodes, and perhaps things will improve. It needs profanity. A motherfucker sees shit like the characters last night were confronted with, and cussing will ensue. We can show a naked woman put an ice pick through her face, but we can't permit the work "fuck." This says quite a lot about American society.
Kurtz: We train young men to drop fire on people, but their commanders won't allow them to write "fuck" on their airplanes because it's obscene. ~ Apocalypse Now
Later, The Secret World, including some quiet, subtle RP with
stsisyphus in an eldritch pub below the streets of London. Nice.Now, to the tale.
This is how the world ends,
Aunt Beast
- Current Location:Tyrrhena Dorsa
- Current Mood:
If you insist. - Current Music:Arcade Fire, "City With No Children"
Page Summary
- ashlyme : (no subject) [+3]
- seph_ski : (no subject) [+1]
lizzhatesme : (no subject) [+1] - stsisyphus : (no subject) [+1]
- aarongp : (no subject) [+2]
- mizliz13 : (no subject) [+1]
- eluneth : (no subject) [+1]
- thimbleofrain : (no subject) [+0]
- corucia : (no subject) [+0]
- chris_walsh : For the Pro-profanity [+0]
Comments
I've heard a lot of mixed reactions on The Following: good premise, poor execution.
The underground pub sounds cool.
Thank you.
Uh, is Glenn Close someone you'd have a crush on?
Nope.
I wanted it to be really gripping and intense right out of the gate, but I'm willing to give it another few episodes before I make a final ruling over it's place on my watch-list.
Yep. Pretty much my thoughts.
but James Purefoy has shown some charisma in the past
Well, he certainly showed none last night.
Not sure if I could call it eldritch. But who's going to question a naked faun on where they choose to drink?
For a quiet RP, it seemed to get some good stuff out there. I should really send you Colt's family history, since Ptolema very likely would have it.
Not sure if I could call it eldritch. But who's going to question a naked faun on where they choose to drink?
Seems pretty eldritch to me.
For a quiet RP, it seemed to get some good stuff out there. I should really send you Colt's family history, since Ptolema very likely would have it.
Yes, and yes. And there are some notes I ought send you.
Hhmm, I've kind of lost any interest in watching any new regular network programming. The promos are all whiz-bang and then the show falls into this cookie-cutter blandness that has become the norm now.
Despite slightly differing content, these shows seem to have all the same patterns, rhythms, episode arcs etc.
Then again, maybe I'll be proved wrong ...
Edited at 2013-01-23 09:42 pm (UTC)
Now and then, an exception will come along, such as Fringe and House. So I do my best to keep an open mind.
Which is all we can do.
When I last logged into Rift and tried to message you to re-join the guild, I was blocked because I'm not on your friend's list (or something like that). My character's name is Chatoyant. I don't think Spooky was on. I'll keep my eye peeled for you two in world, whenever that will be.
We'll log in and send you an invite. I assume this is a Defiant side? We've not been in much in the last week or so.
I hadn't heard of The Following yet - thanks for the mention. I may check the pilot out, though I really should get back to Dexter first, given that I'm two seasons behind.
Whoever the casting agent for your nightmare was, perhaps s/he could send Glenn Close over my way tonight.
I'll pass along the message.
It's been one of those weeks - classes started yesterday, two days after my laptop's logic board fried itself spontaneously. Thankfully I had backups of my class materials and lectures. As a reward for surviving to mid-week, I allowed myself time to read Dark Horse Presents #20. A ghost pantsing? The things one never imagines seeing in one's lifetime...!
(Approximate quote from a recent episode: "If you meet an asshole during the day, you've met an asshole. If everyone you meet during the day is an asshole, you're the asshole." Not Deadwood poetry, but a decent insight. (Deadwood cited because Timothy Olyphant is on both shows.))