My day off
May. 4th, 2009 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceIf they had asked me (and they certainly should have asked me) what I wanted to do on this day I was so determined to have off, then digging out a blocked drain and breaking through the most extraordinary and foul-smelling corrosion that had blocked it would have been, shall we say, not high on my list?
Still, it had to be done, and it was done; and then I felt virtuous. And smelly. All the clothes I was wearing are now in the wash, because careful though I was, the aroma was definitely lingering on something and I don't think it's me.
My reward was to spend most of the day watching telly. They showed me Ladyhawke, which was kind of them, as it is my Best Fantasy Film Ever. I think one of the reasons I love it is that it's so controlled: almost the opposite of epic, without being at all domestic, the plot turns and turns in ever-decreasing circles, the inverse of a widening gyre. And there is only the one instance of magic, the curse that drives the story. I like that: control again, controlled imagination. It's the essence of good fantasy, keeping it leashed. Keeping it real whenever you can.
On the other hand: given how often I've watched it, how can I never have noticed before how truly terrible the opening title music is?
Perhaps it was unkind of them to show it immediately before Battle of Britain, where the music is truly epic. Ah, William Walton: well done, that man.
So, yup. I have watched the ballet of death, and now I am tired of the TV (apart from suddenly wanting a huge flatscreen, which I do not have).
What I have really been wanting to do all day is eat. Which, with a houseful of leftovers and lots of TV, is a desire most easy to indulge: and yet, I am still hungry. What is this, where did this come from? Is this the first sign of swine flu, that I suddenly have the appetite of a swine?
I shall go and clean something else. I have already done drains, the laundry and the washing-up, but there is certainly something else that needs cleaning. Then I might allow myself to nibble on an olive. Or two.
Still, it had to be done, and it was done; and then I felt virtuous. And smelly. All the clothes I was wearing are now in the wash, because careful though I was, the aroma was definitely lingering on something and I don't think it's me.
My reward was to spend most of the day watching telly. They showed me Ladyhawke, which was kind of them, as it is my Best Fantasy Film Ever. I think one of the reasons I love it is that it's so controlled: almost the opposite of epic, without being at all domestic, the plot turns and turns in ever-decreasing circles, the inverse of a widening gyre. And there is only the one instance of magic, the curse that drives the story. I like that: control again, controlled imagination. It's the essence of good fantasy, keeping it leashed. Keeping it real whenever you can.
On the other hand: given how often I've watched it, how can I never have noticed before how truly terrible the opening title music is?
Perhaps it was unkind of them to show it immediately before Battle of Britain, where the music is truly epic. Ah, William Walton: well done, that man.
So, yup. I have watched the ballet of death, and now I am tired of the TV (apart from suddenly wanting a huge flatscreen, which I do not have).
What I have really been wanting to do all day is eat. Which, with a houseful of leftovers and lots of TV, is a desire most easy to indulge: and yet, I am still hungry. What is this, where did this come from? Is this the first sign of swine flu, that I suddenly have the appetite of a swine?
I shall go and clean something else. I have already done drains, the laundry and the washing-up, but there is certainly something else that needs cleaning. Then I might allow myself to nibble on an olive. Or two.
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Date: 2009-05-04 06:19 pm (UTC)And as I was doing stage combat when the film first came out and I noticed these things, I have to say that it has the Best Disarm EVER in the final fight scene. V pretty.
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Date: 2009-05-04 08:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-04 08:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-05 07:08 pm (UTC)