June 8th, 2004

Shaw

got sunshine in a bag

Okay, I've decided that the results of yesterday's "experiment" post were, if not an outright failure, entirely inconclusive. For the time being, this line of investigation shall be discontinued. I also wanted to be make absolutely sure that no one out there has misread what I wrote yesterday as some sort of frelled-up ode to the joys of benzodiazepine use or abuse. It wasn't meant that way at all. It was meant quite the opposite way. I'd give almost anything to go the rest of my life without ever taking another goddamned pill.

Yesterday, I circled lazily about the prospect of writing, kind of like a vulture wheeling on thermals, sniffing about for something ripe down below. Nothing came of it, and I went hungry. I did finally get that counter off the Blogger page. That was the zenith of yesterday's productivity. Today, I'm going to try to begin a short story that's due in July. I'd planned to do it after the trip to New England but a) this way it'll be done, and b) I'm going stir crazy, not working (and those notes don't count) but having nothing much else to do instead. It's not that I have some need to start writing again. It's that I have a need to be working again, and the only work presenting itself is writing. So, this story. We'll see. It might happen.

I've noticed that Amazon.com has the cover of Murder of Angels up now.

I never got back to the Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkeban review yesterday (to use the word "review" loosely). Things just kept not coming up, not getting in the way. Anyway, yes, Spooky and I loved it. I wasn't quite as blown away as I was by the first film, but thought it a vast improvement over the second film. Alfonso Cuaran has a fine eye, and he's created a beautiful world, somehow more immediately tangible than Chris Columbus' Hogwart's. This is, appropriately, a darker, grittier Harry Potter, in keeping with the darker tone of Rowling's third novel. I wished it could have been an hour longer, yet the script seemed tight, if a little rushed at times. Richard Harris was sorely missed as Albus Dumbledore, but Michael Gambon served well in his stead. This film was filled by great performances: David Thewlis, Timothy Spall (a personal favorite), and Jim Tavaré, for example. Alan Rickman and Gary Oldman steal the show, in my opinion. Emma Watson is maturing into a talented actress, and I was very pleased that Hermione was given so much space to grow this time out. The hippogriff Buckbeak is one of the most stunning examples of CGI I've ever seen. I still love Hagrid best of all. The "grim" dog and werewolf effects were creepy as hell (a rare case where I'm in disagreement with Neil), all long-leggedy and black. The time travel thing even worked to my satisfaction. So, no major complaints, nothing really worth mentioning. This is a beautiful, powerful film that you should see. I think it even managed to scrape the last rancid bits of The Day After Tomorrow from my brain. I think we are living in a golden age for the fantasy film, and marvel at the wonders to come.

Only six hours of sleep last night, and I was thinking of calling my doctor to ask her if I could double the Ambien dose, but then Spooky found a site online that says it should take up to a week before I begin to get the full effects. I wish someone had told me that sooner. Of course, I might also have taken responsibility for myself and tried to find out the details before starting Ambien.

I can't deny that I'm beginning to show a certain favoritism towards LiveJournal. I was afraid this would happen. I'm much more likely to correct typos in the LJ than I am in Blog. It's just so much easier. I have no plans of abandoning Blogger, and the journal will remain mirrored at both, but I see a shift towards LJ being the root instead of an "annex." So, if you want less errors, if you care about that sort of thing, I refer you to greygirlbeast.

The third Murder of Angels ARC auction is in its last couple of hours now. Also, there a Dreaming rarity you might check out.
  • Current Music
    Gorillaz, "Clint Eastwood"
chi2

Day of the Hideous Eyeball Nazis

Addendum: It's easiest if I preface this entry with an excerpt from my May 14th entry:

Suffice to say, it's time for me to buy another pair of black contacts for Nar'eth, and Spooky has to get a pair as well. Yesterday, we tried to order two pairs from LensQuest, the company I've always ordered from before, and we were informed that they are now required by the FDA to obtain a verifiable prescription for every pair sold, even for non-prescription SFX lenses. This because some idiot somewhere whined about an eye infection, or some mother got up in arms because her Manson baby slept with his one white contact in and his stinking eye rotted out, or some such foolishness. So, now we both have to go to the added expense and bother of having our eyes measured for contacts. I think we're just going to go ahead and spring for prescription black contacts. At least it means we won't be blind at Dragon*Con this year. But I'm still pissed about the whole FDA thing. It's my goddamn, traitorous body. If I want to risk ruining what's left of it, in ways that ruins no one else's body, that's my business.

So, today Spooky went to Pearle to be fitted for contacts. We'd decided to go the non-prescription route, to save the money, and she'd talked to two different women at the Pearle on Ponce, both of whom assured her that yes, they would give her a measurement for SFX lenses for $30. She goes to her appointment at 3:45 this afternoon and they sit her down in front of an eye chart and blow air in her eyes, etc.. When she says whoa, I just need a simple measurement, not an eye exam, she's told they can't do that, that there must be a full eye exam ($90). And there's a bunch of other stuff about not releasing the presription without a second exam, and, by the way, Pearle will be happy to sell you the lenses. And no, they don't know who told her otherwise. I was waiting over at Borders (again, ugh). She shows up much sooner than I'd thought. I ask if it went well, and she says no, and tells me what I've just told you. So. We're both pretty pissed about this and looking for any way around the new FDA laws, any trick or loophole (if anyone has any ideas, please write). At this point, I'm about ready to gouge out my one good eye in a fit of vindictive self-mutilation, just to spite the goddamn eyeball Nazis. This goes a bit beyond complicating costuming and touches on issues of self-determination that are a sore spot with me. My eyes. My decisions. And the thing is (and I say this having spent a lot of time the past couple of years wearing SFX lenses), going through all this hassle is not going to decrease the likelihood of an infection or whatever the hell it is they're telling us to worry about. The risks will be the same. The only difference is, this way the medical establishment gets its greedy fingers in the pie.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Last night, very, very hot chicken stir fry with asparagus, basil, green beans, red bell pepper, Thai chilis, lemongrass, sesame, baby porta bellas, red curry paste, lime, and jasmine rice. Then Spooky and I watched two episodes of Farscape on DVD (she gave me Season Four for my birthday), parts one and two of "What Was Lost." There was much-needed rain, and Sophie insisted on being outside in it. I should have joined her.
  • Current Music
    Icon of Coil, "Regret"