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I was about to post that the low-cluefulness front appeared to have moved on, but that was before I dropped my iPod earbuds straight into my cup of coffee. (Once cleaned up and dried off, the earbuds appear to be functioning perfectly.)
I had a reasonably pleasant and relaxing weekend. I finally got around to seeing Mirrormask, which was incredibly visually gorgeous and otherwise just okay. (Also with some rather puzzling subtext - read on one level, the film seems to be saying that you shouldn't try to escape your lot in life, even if it sucks, and also that Snogging Boys is Evil. This seems like a most unlikely pair of things for Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean to be saying, especially what with their having once been boys who probably wanted someone to snog them. Never mind. I'll just enjoy the visuals.)
Anyway, I enjoyed the weekend, only it felt like there wasn't really enough of it. I took a long walk, and went to a party, and watched Mirrormask, and read an awful lot of Catherynne M. Valente's In the Cities of Coin and Spice, and did a load of laundry, and then suddenly it was Monday morning again.
Fortunately, on Thursday, I'm off to L.A. for the Gallifrey convention: one airport Marriott, one long weekend, and 700+ Doctor Who fans. I'm not expecting it to be relaxing, exactly, but it ought to kick me out of the slight mental doldrums I'm in.
I had a reasonably pleasant and relaxing weekend. I finally got around to seeing Mirrormask, which was incredibly visually gorgeous and otherwise just okay. (Also with some rather puzzling subtext - read on one level, the film seems to be saying that you shouldn't try to escape your lot in life, even if it sucks, and also that Snogging Boys is Evil. This seems like a most unlikely pair of things for Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean to be saying, especially what with their having once been boys who probably wanted someone to snog them. Never mind. I'll just enjoy the visuals.)
Anyway, I enjoyed the weekend, only it felt like there wasn't really enough of it. I took a long walk, and went to a party, and watched Mirrormask, and read an awful lot of Catherynne M. Valente's In the Cities of Coin and Spice, and did a load of laundry, and then suddenly it was Monday morning again.
Fortunately, on Thursday, I'm off to L.A. for the Gallifrey convention: one airport Marriott, one long weekend, and 700+ Doctor Who fans. I'm not expecting it to be relaxing, exactly, but it ought to kick me out of the slight mental doldrums I'm in.
