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I have clementines and dried apricots and black pepper cashews, so my day should be complete and lovely, but for the stabbing pain behind my right eye.
my hed, she asplodes
And I can't look forward to heading home for a nap after work because I have to turn right around and come back for George RR Martin's book signing. (Yes, have to. Moral imperative. Biblimperative. Something.)
I need to come up with a training plan for the next year, maybe even get the dept to pay for LIS classes, but not today.
I helped paint John&Meg's living and dining room Saturday (I look good in slate blue paint) and then headed out to see Goblet of Fire with them and the rest of the Rabidpug crew. I enjoyed the movie, and then I got to enjoy Peter and Lori bitch about how much got left out. I suppose I simply didn't have my expectations cranked up to eleven: there's only 2 hours of film, not a 6-hour mini series or even a full season of tv, which the material in the book could easily take up. Perhaps the first 2 books could be half-seasons, but by GoF, 22 hours could easily be filled.
And certainly knowing the ending won't spoil the ongoing story and tension - Rome's certainly proving to be vastly entertaining, and we all know Julius Caesar dies in the end. (Or at least you should, lest I denounce you for a heathen ignoramus.)
Lucas should be taking notes while watching Rome - while the circumstances are vastly different, Caesar's rise and abrupt fall is deliciously tense and entertaining, the sort of thing Star Wars Ep3 didn't even try to emulate. Plus, not enough nekkid men in Star Wars.
my hed, she asplodes
And I can't look forward to heading home for a nap after work because I have to turn right around and come back for George RR Martin's book signing. (Yes, have to. Moral imperative. Biblimperative. Something.)
I need to come up with a training plan for the next year, maybe even get the dept to pay for LIS classes, but not today.
I helped paint John&Meg's living and dining room Saturday (I look good in slate blue paint) and then headed out to see Goblet of Fire with them and the rest of the Rabidpug crew. I enjoyed the movie, and then I got to enjoy Peter and Lori bitch about how much got left out. I suppose I simply didn't have my expectations cranked up to eleven: there's only 2 hours of film, not a 6-hour mini series or even a full season of tv, which the material in the book could easily take up. Perhaps the first 2 books could be half-seasons, but by GoF, 22 hours could easily be filled.
And certainly knowing the ending won't spoil the ongoing story and tension - Rome's certainly proving to be vastly entertaining, and we all know Julius Caesar dies in the end. (Or at least you should, lest I denounce you for a heathen ignoramus.)
Lucas should be taking notes while watching Rome - while the circumstances are vastly different, Caesar's rise and abrupt fall is deliciously tense and entertaining, the sort of thing Star Wars Ep3 didn't even try to emulate. Plus, not enough nekkid men in Star Wars.
