Sunday, April 04, 2004
I actually slept later than Spooky this morning. That never happens. I'm guessing it's an artefact of springing forward.
I didn't write yesterday (someone get the thumbscrews). Spooky and I went to a matinee of Hellboy and were extremely pleased with what we saw. It's not only a good comic-book adaptation, it's just a good movie, the way that Raiders of the Lost Ark and the first "episode" of Star Wars. I've always loved Ron Perlman, and I love him even more now. And, I'll add, Hellboy made me glad that Guillermo del Toro is the director that ended up doing Lovecraft's At the Mountains of Madness. (Way back in 2002, del Toro was, by the way, one of the director's who seriously considered doing Threshold. I think enough time has passed that I can let that be known.)
Anyway, I'm not writing today, either (someone get the red-hot pliers). I'm going to be gaming at a friend's house. All I have to worry about today are the emotional issues of a half-drow/half-blue dragon named Verra. Tomorrow, though, it's back to "The Daughter of the Four of Pentacles." This is going to be a frustrating week. Spooky's sister will be in town, and I have an appointment in Birmingham on Thursday, so it's going to be a little hectic around here.
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