Sunday, October 26, 2003
Nothing new on "Mercury" yesterday. Maybe today. The responsible voice that lives in the back of my head says I should do at least 500 words on the story this afternoon. The bitter voice, which lives in front of it, notes that today is the day I should be returning from Rhode Island and that I've been working my butt off without a "vacation" (definition, please) since sometime in July. So, we'll see who wins.
I did spend about four hours on Nebari.Net yesterday, but I mentioned that already, didn't I?
Last night, Spooky and I watched The Bone Snatcher on the Sci-Fi Channel, mainly because we were bored and there was nothing else on and we'd talked about going out to The Chamber but didn't have the energy to get dressed, blah, blah, blah. Anyway, The Bone Snatcher, a South African film, was suprisingly entertaining. It had an absolutely great monster. A shame the SFC felt it necessary the bleep out all the profanity, making for very choppy viewing. It's interesting that "fuck" (and all variations thereof), "shit" and "goddamn," were bleeped, but "bitch" was accepatble. Were I the sort to drone on about sexism, well, never mind. I'm not, usually. Where the movie had been cut up for commercials, the SFC treated us to ads for its upcoming remake of Battlestar Galatica. It looks at least as idiotic as I'd feared. "Let's go kick some Cylon butt!" Yeah. Right. The original was so goddamned awful and unpopular, why drag this mouldering hunk of '70s cheese back out into the light? Was this Dame Bonnie Hammer's idea, or the brainchild of one of her underling suits? Perhaps we'll get a remake of Buck Rogers in the 25th Century next. Or maybe that's not nearly cheesey enough for the SFC. How about a remake of The Man from Atlantis?
I hate sounding shrill. But I feel shrill.
After the movie, we listened to Lunar Cycles on Live365 and read DeMatteis and Muth's Moonshadow. I'd forgotton how much I love Ira and Frodo the cat.
Spring forward, fall back. I'm still falling. This time yesterday it was 12:55 p.m. Someday, Poppa Time's gonna get righteously pissed . . .
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