Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

cattitude is watching the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy film, on DVD from Netflix. I watched about the first 20 minutes of it with him, before it got too flickery for me, between the cute animations of the Guide itself and the amount of random flickering in the Vogon ship.

Thus, all I'm sure of is that I like the opening musical number, I like the guy who plays Ford, and I wish I could still comfortably watch animation and random lighting changes.

Things like this are why I don't go out to the movies much--having to stop watching a DVD 20 minutes in is annoying, but it's less awkward and irritating than walking out in a theatre would be, even if I were alone.

Yesterday, I went to the movies with 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.