| one drop gets you feelin' holy, hello below me
||[Jul. 30th, 2010|11:48 am]
I managed to make my first dumb mistake as an editor-- but I suppose it's good I got it out of the way. I detached Cory's story from thunderbird (yeah, it's a gmail account, but I just download everything there), which makes it disappear from the inbox. It even WARNS me it will do that. So I fucked something up by pushing a lot of buttons during a word freeze (it's been doing that sometimes when I open other peoples' stuff-- really weird but there's no virus so I think it's just vista being a dick)-- or something. Long story short I had to ask for it again :/
Though really it might be stuck somewhere in the annals of gmail still. Like in a trash bin or something. But, well, let's just say I have changed my settings, saved it in the RPP folder and LEFT it in my inbox, and learned my lesson. Or at least, one can hope.
I didn't get it edited, of course, but I did read it and it's awesome so that made me feel better about being a dumbshit.
I've been dogging Balaji all week to go see Inception. Apart from it just looking cool, it has a bunch of people in it I really enjoy (Ellen Page! Cillian Murphy! Also, Balaji's boyfriend DiCaprio!), so I figured it couldn't be BAD. Finally last night I convinced him and we hit the IMAX in Alexandria.
I will describe the effect of this movie with an anecdote (but no spoilers, promise). Of course I had to pee through half of it, but couldn't possibly have gotten out of my seat (I recommend this strategy to anyone who goes to see it: even if you don't think you have to pee before, do it. Had I not, I would've been miserable), so the second it was over I hopped to the bathroom. I'm coming out and there are two frat-boy types-- you know, Abercrombie shorts and Axe Body Spray stink-- standing there waiting for someone.
Frat Boy 1: So what did you think of it?
Frat Boy 2: *shifts uncomfortably, grinning* Uh, too much thinking. I feel like I just got out of a test.
I laughed, but not because he's a dumbass. He might be, I don't know, but it was a very good description of the state of my head just then. I told Balaji and he's going, "Yeah, man! Yeah!"
( Inception rambling-- no spoilers, never fear )
Also, Cillian Murphy is still the prettiest man on the fucking planet. There are very few people I could just look at for hours, but he is one. (Yeah, that's creepy of me. Don't care. I could.)
And this will sound incredibly shallow and self-centered, but I was pleased by the structure, right up to the ending. Without being specific, I can say that it's precisely the one I used for Scripped-- which I did not invent, nor did Christopher Nolan, but part of me felt sort of daft for using it, like I was being trite. I am in no way saying I used it 1/100th as effectively as Nolan did here, but at least I know it can be done with a modern audience and gotten away with.
Yes, I am already starting to get paranoid. That's good though, that means I'll be well over it before May hits, and the reviews won't hurt so bad!
Now I'm going to go vacuum so John doesn't cough up a hairball after being here for an hour or two.