Official autumn is upon us, and cold rain is bucketing down today. If one can’t scuffle off to a tropical paradise on short notice, why not hunker down with a good movie? I can’t offer a full-length anything, reliably, but here’s a fine review of a film that confirms all my biases– it’s one of my favourites!
If you, as I, enjoy well-founded historical dramas, I suggest looking at that fellow’s whole channel. He’s amended my ideas somewhat about Saving Private Ryan.
Here’s a fun little film which should get you smiling.
My response to this film might be coloured by the fact that I’m a fan of Tom Noonan; have been since 1986 (and I’ll let you churn the internet to figure out why, if you’re interested). And because I’m also a fan of writers being recognized for what they do, I will provide a link to the original story.
* A bad night thanks to migraine means I’m amazed I got that much accomplished. Dull of intellect am I of this Monday.
† I was right about it needing three sentences, and not even big ones. But, like the door of a house, however little mass of the whole it represents, you can’t say “That’s done!” until it’s in place.
Yes, I AM joining a bandwagon for this week’s film. I’m a fan of (much of) the show, and think that the philosophy underpinning it is (mostly) laudable. Plus it was one of six things that I actively enjoyed on television between the ages of 6 and 11, back in the dark days of broadcast-only entertainment, and what a magnificent day it was that Space:1999 joined those slender ranks.
But because I’m not a complete bandwagon type, I come at it sideways.
I suddenly realize that I missed Lovecraft’s birthday this year. YIKE! Today’s film is a back-tracking based on that realization, but I’ll mention that if you haven’t read the story upon which it is based, you probably won’t get as much joy from watching as if you had. Go ahead and read it– it’s one of the least racism-inclusive stories of his, and is probably also the least stilted, told as a conversation over drinks rather than a fevered diary entry set down by someone who has only ever read Poe.
* I found the tone of “Considerable Savings of Labour” was wandering from what I wanted, and not in a way that I could say, “Oh, if that’s the way the story wants to run, who is the author to say otherwise?” The long think was on the theme of how much I would have to strain to get back on track, and the result was to change what I’m at. Taking a break should derail the unwelcome trend, with the bonus of getting underway on another story that I’m sort of anxious to get down on paper.
** Another hard think before starting, because I actually was jolted out of sleep by a story a couple up the current batting order clamouring for attention. In the end, I declined to start another story without finishing at least one of those that’s underway– poor policy, yes?– but have made sufficient notes to keep the new fire banked for when it can be blown into a proper inferno.
*** It was a very blustery day, so I went on my lunch walk without my Panama screwed onto my head. Somehow, I returned without any cries of “Look at the unhatted lunatic! Save the children!” being raised.
† The unspeakably cheap charger for a small tablet my wife got a couple of years ago became unexpectedly cordless overnight, and part of my writing time was lost to getting a replacement. Success in the search, and… well, six pages!
Fridays here are almost always host to a film, which when I began was a conscious effort to replicate the sense of glee felt by school children (at least, those in my generation) when the day’s activities included passive absorption of moving pictures. Well, today I realized that the terminal guidance phase of back-to-school insertion is underway, and to mark that I’m going to do something a little different. I’m going to encourage you to leave this site, and go read some comics.
A friend recently showed me this site, and… well, it may be a small virus I appear to be nurturing, but there’s something about the combinations of words and pictures that makes me weepy at the end of just about every comic. And because it’s the right sort of weeping, the kind that fertilizes the inward sprouts of humanity, I want to share with you. So, off you go, have a good cry.
I’ll also mention another story acceptance, which had also somewhat affected my ability to concentrate on the day’s writing. As with the previous, I’m going to withhold details until things are more solid (both are more of a non-Newtonian fluid, currently, but setting is underway), but having two acceptances strike within two weeks of each other is making me feel like I might actually be causing some sparks when I bang words together. A gratifying sensation indeed.
