Comcast keeps dropping our Internet connection in and out. It’s very aggravating.
Watched Batman Begins, courtesy Netflix, last night. I liked it, but not to the gushing point. I found the amount of soap boxing and moralizing–“it’s not who you are underneath, it’s what you do that defines you” blah blah blah–tiresome pretty quickly. If Hollywood must lecture, I wish they’d do it while something is blowing up in the background. However, they did make great strides into making up for the slow bits with lots of blowing up at other times, and while not up to Joss Whedon’s writing, the banter was pretty good. I was especially fond of “Well, you know how it is, Mr Fox. You’re out at night, looking for kicks and someone’s passing around the weaponised Hallucinogens.” And of course, there were all the shiny gadgets, stunts, and fight scenes, standard Hollywood eye candy.
fosteronfilm also subjected me to Wild, Wild Planet so he could review it. It’s a ’60s Italian space adventure, and it’s bad. Really really bad. It was on the scale of badness that defies bad and by the sheer caliber of its awfulness becomes good. We chortled our way through it in classic MST3K fashion, pointing at the cheesy special effects, goggling at the unfathomable storyline, and snickering at the outrageous dialogue.
Warning: There is some nudity on the voting pages. Not safe for work or kiddies!
Got an invitation to submit to an invite-only anthology. Makes me feel all elite and exclusive. Well, it makes me feel like I’ve got a 50/50 chance of getting into the anthology, is what it does. Now I just have to come up with a story. It needs to be heroic fantasy and I don’t write a huge amount of that, but I’m certain I can rise to the challenge. After I finish the current WIP. Hey, I just realized I’ll be working on two invite-only projects in a row. I’m a grown-up writer! Mmm, no, on second thought, I don’t think I qualify until I start making a helluva lot more money from this. Shoot.
New words: after the splut of productivity yesterday, I could only bring myself to do a couple editing passes. I very much hope that my muse is not so much of a masochistic that I need to bruise or bump something in order to get her to perform. I mean writing can be painful, but c’mon!