I just drove my husband out of the living room.
Not on purpose, mind you. We each sat down to do a bit of writing, and were simply reminded that we don’t work the same. It’s not a bad thing; if anything, it’s probably a good thing most times. I have an issue where I have to have complete silence when I write. I can sometimes work with the tv on mute, but most times I’ll turn it off completely. Mick, on the other hand, has to have noise when he writes. A show or some music or something going on in the background. Helps him get into the right frame of mind. I guess I’m just more easily distracted.
Well I wrapped up the last of my birthday celebrations yesterday after going out to dinner with my dad and Spud. I’ll say now that this has been a pretty geeky birthday, as far as gifts go. Which is awesome, mind you. I bought a ton of yarn with the gift certificate my brother gave me. Mick got me an AMAZING owl mask from the one and only Miss Monster, AND as if that wasn’t enough, the first volume of Absolute Sandman! If you haven’t seen these things, well then you must not be a Sandman fan. And if you’re not a Sandman fan, well, I don’t know if we can be friends. There’s a couple volumes out that encompass the whole of the original series, plus all sorts of sketches, outtakes (for lack of a better word), unfinished frames, lots of neat little extras. It’s a beautiful leather-bound book too, no paperback here. And, knowing how much those suckers cost, I am very appreciative of it!
On top of that, my parents managed to shock me with their gift: An Anthology of Beowulf Criticism! I’m sure to most of you that sounds like the most boring thing you could possibly recieve, but dammit I think it’s awesome. You may have read earlier about my studying Old English, and of course you can’t go through Old English without reading some Beowulf. Or you could do like me and take an entire semester-long graduate class doing nothing but translating Beowulf. So for me, this book is effin sweet. A lot of the pieces in here I’ve read before but haven’t owned copies of. And it’s got all of the essentials: Blackburn, Tolkien, Kemp Malone, Herbert Wright, Margaret Goldsmith, plus more, eighteen in all. I look forward to settling down to read them soon. Because occasionally I feel the need to be all high-falutin and edumacated and stuff.
On an unrelated note, this kid in a 1956 western is totally doing some sort of insane breakdancing at a hoedown. I have no idea what’s going on in this movie.
It’s a lot trippier if you watch it with the sound off. “This kid”, btw, is Russ Tamblyn. Fuckin Dr. Jacoby! Dancing his ass off!
Anywho, so that was the end of my very pleasant Birthday 2k10. And for all that celebrating, I didn’t have a single piece of cake. How wrong is that? Very wrong, I say. Funny how silly little things end up being more important to you than you realize, or want to admit. Well, aside from having no cake, it was a very pleasant birthday.
Now that the birthday festivities have ended, it’s back to insane needlework. I keep meaning to find out when the actual show is, but remember that “easily distracted” thing I was talking about earlier? Yeah. More of that. Market bags are coming, plus the odd tea cozy thrown in here and there because they’re quick and don’t require thinking. I’ve found a couple new patterns to use with my new yarns that should prove quite awesome. (did you see that bright yellow yarn in the picture? that’s going to be an amazing lace shawl.)
I’m also trekking along through Dune (still), and still really loving it. I’ve passed into Part III now, so I’m getting close to the end. It doesn’t feel like it’s about to end, it feels like there’s so much left to cover. I’m guessing that means this last 1/3 will go at breakneck speed. After that, we’ll see how I feel about getting into the next one in the series. In fact, I’m gonna go do that now. I’ll see you suckers later!
Yeah, like that. But with a suit shirt and no utility belt. Now I won’t just rip on the movie, it did have its moments. There was A LOT of blood, even for a vampire movie. Like bordering on Japanese bloodshed levels. There was one particularly badass scene at the very end where a whole room full of vampires are fighting and devouring each other, and they did it in a wide slow-motion shot that was awesome and laughable at the same time. And it had Willem Dafoe, which is always a good sign. I’d say they underutilized his awesome potential, but he was a likeable character and enough of a badass to be acceptable. (And I guess after making Antichrist, he was probably looking for something a little less…soul-crushing?) I’m not gonna tell you to rush out and see the movie immediately, but for a Saturday matinee it was a fun choice. 
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