days and days
Oct. 11th, 2010 03:12 pmOn the other hand, I had a fairly nice weekend. Satyrday we slept late and went to ABG, which was small and quiet and fun.
Sunday we got up, gathered![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jmax315 and elf, and headed out for a pilgrimage to Green Valley Book Fair. The trip was pretty much uneventful except for a run-in with a car having a run-in with a rogue trash can, and the conversation was excellent. I could probably come up with three people I'd rather be stuck in a car with for four hours, but it would take a great deal of thought.
My acquisitions this time were split pretty evenly between YA and F/SF. Notable books include China Miéville's Un Lun Dun, because I'm told I ought to give him another chance after King Rat, Kristin Cashore's Graceling, which I've been looking at for months now, Mike Resnick's Kirinyaga, because I randomly got the sequel in a Subterranean Press grab-bag a few months ago, and talkingelf into picking up both Pat Wrede's Enchanted Forest Chronicles and Ursula Le Guin's Annals of the Western Shore (Gifts etc), because they are awesome, though in very different ways.
Started reading Graceling on the way back. It reminds me a little of Gifts, in a good way, if the protagonist had been damaged more by outside forces and less by his own fears.
Afterwards![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uilos and I said goodbye to the other two and headed up to Silver Spring to see Carancho, an Argentine film that Robin Laws described as "Bringing Out the Dead meets Michael Clayton." Ambulances and ambulance-chasers and accidents and not-so-accidental accidents and lots of money. Brutal (one scene with a sledgehammer had about three seconds of "they can't possibly" before they did), and, as uilos observed, when people got beat up they looked like they'd gotten beaten up. Which happened often enough to be worth commenting on. Very much worth watching. It was emotionally intense pretty much all the way through, which is a neat trick.
And probably some of what contributed to my having something of a meltdown when I got home. Oh well. Today, as they say, is another day. Has been another day. Whatever.
Happy Canucksgiving / Coming-Out Day / Dread Pirate Roberts Day to you all.
Sunday we got up, gathered
jmax315 and elf, and headed out for a pilgrimage to Green Valley Book Fair. The trip was pretty much uneventful except for a run-in with a car having a run-in with a rogue trash can, and the conversation was excellent. I could probably come up with three people I'd rather be stuck in a car with for four hours, but it would take a great deal of thought.My acquisitions this time were split pretty evenly between YA and F/SF. Notable books include China Miéville's Un Lun Dun, because I'm told I ought to give him another chance after King Rat, Kristin Cashore's Graceling, which I've been looking at for months now, Mike Resnick's Kirinyaga, because I randomly got the sequel in a Subterranean Press grab-bag a few months ago, and talking
elf into picking up both Pat Wrede's Enchanted Forest Chronicles and Ursula Le Guin's Annals of the Western Shore (Gifts etc), because they are awesome, though in very different ways.Started reading Graceling on the way back. It reminds me a little of Gifts, in a good way, if the protagonist had been damaged more by outside forces and less by his own fears.
Afterwards
uilos and I said goodbye to the other two and headed up to Silver Spring to see Carancho, an Argentine film that Robin Laws described as "Bringing Out the Dead meets Michael Clayton." Ambulances and ambulance-chasers and accidents and not-so-accidental accidents and lots of money. Brutal (one scene with a sledgehammer had about three seconds of "they can't possibly" before they did), and, as uilos observed, when people got beat up they looked like they'd gotten beaten up. Which happened often enough to be worth commenting on. Very much worth watching. It was emotionally intense pretty much all the way through, which is a neat trick.And probably some of what contributed to my having something of a meltdown when I got home. Oh well. Today, as they say, is another day. Has been another day. Whatever.
Happy Canucksgiving / Coming-Out Day / Dread Pirate Roberts Day to you all.