Grouchy Chaz is grouchy. And got up late, on account of late to bed last night.
Still: a page before coffee, before copying work onto thumb-drive and then magnificently leaving thumb-drive in machine, before going into the Lit & Phil to discover that there are still no tables in the Silence Room. Like, none at all today.
Went upstairs to, ah, enquire why. Annual book sale, they said; need the tables. I swore and fulminated, and very nearly stormed out; only they stopped me just in time, with the suggestion that I might work in the Committee Room instead. They're okay, these Lit-and-Philippas. Or, in this case, Lit-and-Carolines.
So I went up to the Committee Room and - discovered I'd left the thumb drive at home. Worked anyway, making a vague guess at the proper starting point; wrote a couple of pages and went downstairs. To the book sale. Whoops.
Now am home, but not sure how much more work there is in me; I might have to watch The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, a film I have never seen. Or I might have to work for a while longer and then watch Contact, a film of which I am unreasonably fond. At least until it reaches the mystical alien woo, which I hate. I hate all mystical alien woo; it reminds one of the worst excesses of 2001: A Space Odyssey. But while Jodie's being an astronomer-geek with her geeky friends, solving alien broadcasts and fighting The Man, oh yes. Love it with the love that makes me even watch the mystical alien woo, tho' I usually drop off about then.
Still: a page before coffee, before copying work onto thumb-drive and then magnificently leaving thumb-drive in machine, before going into the Lit & Phil to discover that there are still no tables in the Silence Room. Like, none at all today.
Went upstairs to, ah, enquire why. Annual book sale, they said; need the tables. I swore and fulminated, and very nearly stormed out; only they stopped me just in time, with the suggestion that I might work in the Committee Room instead. They're okay, these Lit-and-Philippas. Or, in this case, Lit-and-Carolines.
So I went up to the Committee Room and - discovered I'd left the thumb drive at home. Worked anyway, making a vague guess at the proper starting point; wrote a couple of pages and went downstairs. To the book sale. Whoops.
Now am home, but not sure how much more work there is in me; I might have to watch The Life and Death of Colonel Blimp, a film I have never seen. Or I might have to work for a while longer and then watch Contact, a film of which I am unreasonably fond. At least until it reaches the mystical alien woo, which I hate. I hate all mystical alien woo; it reminds one of the worst excesses of 2001: A Space Odyssey. But while Jodie's being an astronomer-geek with her geeky friends, solving alien broadcasts and fighting The Man, oh yes. Love it with the love that makes me even watch the mystical alien woo, tho' I usually drop off about then.
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Date: 2008-12-06 02:08 pm (UTC)We love Contact also. It has.... I don't know. It has a kind of clear logic. And John Hurt. I will do most anything for John Hurt.
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Date: 2008-12-06 02:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-06 02:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-06 02:56 pm (UTC)Same as far as when she steps into the space capsule thing, and you switch it off. Then you see her step out of it onto a weird alien space station, with aliens. She looks bemused, and her hands are outstretched to them. One comes towards her. Then it fades out. Cut to, Jodie Foster back on Earth, laying deeply alien flowers on the grave of the priest guy, his name and dates -- indicating that the trip on which she got time dilated and not much older took a lot more time on Earth, and he grew old and died in that time. She has tears in her eyes. She stands and takes the outstretched tentacle of an alien. End of movie.
So much better that way.
Life and Death of Colonel Blimp OTOH is awesome all the way through. I love it. I watched it three times in the week we had it out of the library and then bought it.
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Date: 2008-12-06 04:00 pm (UTC)Ah book sales...happy sigh.
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Date: 2008-12-06 04:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-06 05:15 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-12-08 03:32 pm (UTC)/surreal