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rysmiel and zorinth. We saw Hero, which I liked a lot: delightfully extreme and non-Newtonian martial arts stuff, interesting play with viewpoints and different versions of events, pretty and effective working with color, and even good characterization.
But first we had to sit through a mess of advertising and previews. After I'd spent quite a while hiding my face either behind my hands or in Rysmiel's shoulder, I said "Now you know why I don't see many films." Even when the movies themselves are tolerable, it seems that all previews are full of fast-cuts and strobe-like effects and such, which I can't handle.
This morning, I got up, grabbed my book, made tea and orange juice, read, drank tea, calledcattitude and had a very nice conversation, and then went to pick up my book again. I can't find it. I've been over the long room--the place I know, logically, it should be--two or three times and the kitchen once. So I tried going back to bed: it seemed the sensible choice. But the tea is already in me. So, I'm online (after a few glitches of misremembering command names), where the BBC assures me that the world, if not cheerful, is still turning. I've skimmed my friends list. And now I'm going to see about a book, tea, or company. Maybe all three.
rysmiel and zorinth. We saw Hero, which I liked a lot: delightfully extreme and non-Newtonian martial arts stuff, interesting play with viewpoints and different versions of events, pretty and effective working with color, and even good characterization.But first we had to sit through a mess of advertising and previews. After I'd spent quite a while hiding my face either behind my hands or in Rysmiel's shoulder, I said "Now you know why I don't see many films." Even when the movies themselves are tolerable, it seems that all previews are full of fast-cuts and strobe-like effects and such, which I can't handle.
This morning, I got up, grabbed my book, made tea and orange juice, read, drank tea, called
cattitude and had a very nice conversation, and then went to pick up my book again. I can't find it. I've been over the long room--the place I know, logically, it should be--two or three times and the kitchen once. So I tried going back to bed: it seemed the sensible choice. But the tea is already in me. So, I'm online (after a few glitches of misremembering command names), where the BBC assures me that the world, if not cheerful, is still turning. I've skimmed my friends list. And now I'm going to see about a book, tea, or company. Maybe all three.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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