things happen
Aug. 5th, 2011 10:42 amIf I'm not posting, it usually means there's something wrong that I don't want to think about. Be nice if I could at least let myself know what it is. bleh. At least I recognise the 'don't wanna do anything' feeling: combination of overwhelmed and under... somethinged. Still don't know what to do about it, other than keep trying to get more sleep. (Harder than it ought to be: I have yet to master the art of going back to sleep when it's bright out.)
We finished Avatar last weekend. It was several kinds of amazing, and my only complaint is that they didn't spread the ending out over another two or three episodes to give the enormous supporting cast all the time in the spotlight they deserved. I, um, might be a bit of a Mei fanboy. I don't know what's up next: a couple of movies, probably, and then maybe Farscape S1 or Wonderfalls since I've already got those.
Wednesday night we went down to English Bay to watch Spain's entry in the Celebration of Lights. This is an annual international fireworks competition, with teams from China, Spain, and Canada. It's a Big Deal, big enough that![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
uilos got there around 4:30 to hold a spot on the beach for us. And, yeah. I have never seen fireworks this impressive. I'm generally not such a big fan of fireworks but these were worth going out and sitting for four hours in the sun and crowd and smoke (cigarette and, um, other). Lots of colors, lots of the kind of sparkly that rains down into the water rather than flaring once and dying off, some neat ones that explode into corkscrews, a couple of smiley faces, and general brilliant amazement.
I picked up Onirim on a whim. It's a solitaire or two-player-cooperative card game with a loose dream-labyrinth theme. The solitaire version is enjoyably frustrating; I've not tried the two-player version yet. Mostly the game makes me wish I were an iOS programmer, since it cries out for a computer version.
The baby seagulls nearest the apartment have grown up crazy fast. They've gone from being barely-detectable little blobs of grey and brown fuzz to light brown, and recognizably seagull-shaped in the space of about six weeks. They'd very much like to be flying now. There's a lot of hopping and flapping and wing-stretching going on. Two of them have summoned the courage or foolishness to jump off the edge of the nest platform, down about a floor, and can't quite make it back up. The third is still looking over the edge and thinking "you guys are nuts."
I was hoping some sort of ending would occur to me as I was writing this, but it doesn't seem to have.
We finished Avatar last weekend. It was several kinds of amazing, and my only complaint is that they didn't spread the ending out over another two or three episodes to give the enormous supporting cast all the time in the spotlight they deserved. I, um, might be a bit of a Mei fanboy. I don't know what's up next: a couple of movies, probably, and then maybe Farscape S1 or Wonderfalls since I've already got those.
Wednesday night we went down to English Bay to watch Spain's entry in the Celebration of Lights. This is an annual international fireworks competition, with teams from China, Spain, and Canada. It's a Big Deal, big enough that
uilos got there around 4:30 to hold a spot on the beach for us. And, yeah. I have never seen fireworks this impressive. I'm generally not such a big fan of fireworks but these were worth going out and sitting for four hours in the sun and crowd and smoke (cigarette and, um, other). Lots of colors, lots of the kind of sparkly that rains down into the water rather than flaring once and dying off, some neat ones that explode into corkscrews, a couple of smiley faces, and general brilliant amazement.I picked up Onirim on a whim. It's a solitaire or two-player-cooperative card game with a loose dream-labyrinth theme. The solitaire version is enjoyably frustrating; I've not tried the two-player version yet. Mostly the game makes me wish I were an iOS programmer, since it cries out for a computer version.
The baby seagulls nearest the apartment have grown up crazy fast. They've gone from being barely-detectable little blobs of grey and brown fuzz to light brown, and recognizably seagull-shaped in the space of about six weeks. They'd very much like to be flying now. There's a lot of hopping and flapping and wing-stretching going on. Two of them have summoned the courage or foolishness to jump off the edge of the nest platform, down about a floor, and can't quite make it back up. The third is still looking over the edge and thinking "you guys are nuts."
I was hoping some sort of ending would occur to me as I was writing this, but it doesn't seem to have.