various things
Aug. 17th, 2013 10:35 amOf no particular relevance, in no particular order.
The Fifth Element is a very silly movie, made no less silly by being shown in a planetarium. Also, I now own a planetarium t-shirt because no one else at the movie knew the other SF movie Ian Holm had been in that featured a character named Dallas[1]. Buncha uncultured barbarians, I swear.
Part of why I don't go anywhere for long periods of time in the summer is that it's fun watching the baby seagulls on the rooftops across the way. Sadly the baby seagulls are now awkward adolescent seagulls. They've mostly got this whole flying thing figured out (landing is still iffy and occasionally involves running into things), and their voices are sounding less like little piping peeps and more like hoarse adult seagulls.
This is the first year I've actively regretted not being at Gencon. I'm following an RPG publisher (Pelgrane) for the first time since White Wolf gave up on Changeling, and I know / know of a bunch of designers and several authors it'd be cool to talk to. Maybe next year.
I've been feeling exceptionally fried all month. It's like I've given up on doing much of anything well and am settling for doing it at all: feeling sluggish at work, writing rarely (though more than the past year), running twice a week at best, barely talking to anyone. I hate having this little oomph. It makes me feel useless, especially on the 'talking to people' part. Which is why I'm going to attempt to finish some outstanding email once I hit Post.
[1] Alien, which I knew by process of 'the only other SF film with Ian Holm that i can think of is Alien... and hey, one of the dead guys was Dallas!'
The Fifth Element is a very silly movie, made no less silly by being shown in a planetarium. Also, I now own a planetarium t-shirt because no one else at the movie knew the other SF movie Ian Holm had been in that featured a character named Dallas[1]. Buncha uncultured barbarians, I swear.
Part of why I don't go anywhere for long periods of time in the summer is that it's fun watching the baby seagulls on the rooftops across the way. Sadly the baby seagulls are now awkward adolescent seagulls. They've mostly got this whole flying thing figured out (landing is still iffy and occasionally involves running into things), and their voices are sounding less like little piping peeps and more like hoarse adult seagulls.
This is the first year I've actively regretted not being at Gencon. I'm following an RPG publisher (Pelgrane) for the first time since White Wolf gave up on Changeling, and I know / know of a bunch of designers and several authors it'd be cool to talk to. Maybe next year.
I've been feeling exceptionally fried all month. It's like I've given up on doing much of anything well and am settling for doing it at all: feeling sluggish at work, writing rarely (though more than the past year), running twice a week at best, barely talking to anyone. I hate having this little oomph. It makes me feel useless, especially on the 'talking to people' part. Which is why I'm going to attempt to finish some outstanding email once I hit Post.
[1] Alien, which I knew by process of 'the only other SF film with Ian Holm that i can think of is Alien... and hey, one of the dead guys was Dallas!'