Rang in the new year quietly. Matthew and I went out to pick up a bottle of champagne and then curled up with Hobkin to watch Spider-Man 2 and Resident Evil: Apocalypse a la Netflix. I discovered that I can watch zombie flicks if they’re action instead of horror (I’ve got major squicks when it comes to shambling undead). And at 11:30 we turned on the Peach Drop coverage in Underground ATL, poured the bubbly, and clinked in the new year.
Spider-Man 2 was exceptionally uninspiring. The action bits were good, but anything involving character development got tedious fast. Resident Evil: Apocalypse was better, all shiny and shoot-em-up. Although it really felt like a video game. I drank far more champagne than I ought to–I’m a total lightweight; two glasses does me in. All in all, a good way to end 2004.
Saw a review of The 3rd Alternative #40 at Emerald City which highlighted my story to praise. An auspicious beginning for 2005:
“My favorite story, however, was “Running on Two Legs” by Eugie Foster . . . it was interestingly cute, and it has a refreshingly sanguine view of serious illness.”