nifty
by phill
So, Saturday was H-Day. I’m sure a whole bunch of you are in a state of glee at having read the final book. I’ve been numbed to the concept of reading it by the act of lugging boxes of it around for two hours, and then having the ending spoiled for me no less than four times during the course of the day (thank you random jocks who’ve come back from watching a movie because your brain can’t support the concept of reading text on a page; no really, you’re all very original, reading out the final page in a terrible impression of a british accent; I hope your misconceived babies choke you to death with their umbilical cords [harsh, but fair, in my opinion]). So yes, Harry Potter was basically my Saturday. 12 hours of hearing those four blunt syllables repeated over and over again. I doubt I’ll have the courage to look at it, let alone read it, for a few months. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bashing the series. I liked the first six and I daresay I’ll enjoy reading the end to it. Just you try breathing the sweat of a hundred cosplayed, rabid fans of something you enjoy, and see how you like it by the end of the day.
Transformers was basically the coolest movie since 300, and ranks up there with it as one of the most enjoyable action movies I’ve ever seen (earning a coveted spot near Demolition Man, Die Hard, and Starship Troopers). The multitude of references were a delight to me, and Lou had to constantly shush me from emitting the kind of little squeals of delight that would normally emit from, say, a chipmunk. I’ve been told that Knocked Up is also very enjoyable, so I plan on seeing that this week. Review will follow.
My writing hasn’t been physically going at all lately. I’m not terribly distressed by this, as I’ve been thinking a lot about it. The idea for Trolleys is there, and I’m happy about what I’ve decided to do with it. However, I did, just now, show it to a writer friend of mine, and he was of the opinion that I was trying too hard to make it complex. Hrm. Going to have to think more on this. In the meantime I might try and re-write an earlier poetry (omg I write poetry?!) piece of mine into prose for the John Marsden prize. Failing that, I’ll be entering Toilet Paper, just for the fun of it.
Hrm, what else. Nothing, really. This morning I bent the jack adapter for my (incredibly expensive) headphones, which put me in a crabby mood. I’ll have to pick up a new one from Dick Smiths.
My life is rather boring at the moment. :|
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