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Um, yes. Perhaps typing up my "notice when characters have psychological issues, damnit!" rant while waiting for best friend's bus to get back to NY was not the most opportune moment (I wish her mother hadn't called me and gone "her bus is an hour late, do you know where it might be?", since my invariable reaction in that scenario is "Oh noes, there has been an accident, and everyone is dead"--nothing will ever beat the full-blown panic attack I had a couple months ago when my parents' [general aviation/four seater] plane was four hours late getting back from Charlottesville. One family friend dying in a mid-air collision will scar you for life). I think the subtext in the last couple paragraphs was rapidly becoming "Hi! Surpressing panic attack!" text.
(It worked, though. Displacing worry into bitching at anonymous other fans is surprisingly effective)
History project research is still massively not done (four thousand bank records to go), and I am debating whether I can get away with going running and writing a couple hundred words of CW fixit fic instead of looking at more microfilm. Probably not. I'll probably do it anyway.
My sister is home for her Spring break, and she and my parents and I went out to dinner at the airplane on a stick restaurant (kitschy WWI and WWII fighter pilot theme, named after the 94th "Hat in a Ring" squadron--Sarah's glider squadron is the same numeric designation, so we have to go there any time she's in town). Sarah has also seen Pan's Labyrinth and agrees that the Pale Man is the scariest thing ever to exists on film. She hadn't seen the Prestige yet, so I pimped it to her with the recommendation that she watch it twice, just like you have to with The Sting--once to be the gullible audience member taken in by the magic trick, once to be in on the trick and see how it's done.
Other movie recs, aimed at fandom rather than family:
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
seanchai and I approached this film with trepidation, having heard all the bad critical reviews of it. The critics, it turned out, were operating under a misaprehension. There were expecting a serious action-drama. Sky Captain is not a serious movie. It is a 1940s comic committed to film, complete with giant robots, dinosaurs, and rocket ships. In one watching, we recognized Black Hawk Squadron, the robots from the Fleischer Superman cartoons, the Brainiac robots from Superman: TAS, the Savage Land, and a British version of the Helicarrier, complete with a female Nick Fury. And a few Indianna Jones references, too, just for fun.
The Fleischer Brothers' Superman cartoons. Surprisingly well done animation, entertaining and comparatively plausible plots (well, compared to some of the Golden/Silver age comics), and the best version of Lois Lane I've ever seen outside of the 90's animated series. Lois is as much the hero of these cartoons as Clark. She can drive a speed boat, fly a plane, climb hand-over-hand down a cable-car rope, remain snarkily defiant in the face of evil Nazi interogators, and beats Clark to the byline every time (it's blatantly obvious that Clark Kent's entire job at the Daily Planet in this cartoon is to get Lois coffee--she gets sent to cover scientific discoveries, government gold shipments, industrial sabotage, and volcanic eruptions, while Perry sends Clark to write about jewelry store displays). It's also really obvious that she knows Clark is Superman, and that they possibly are having cape-porn sex between scenes.
Why did the fifties and sixties comics surgically remove her brain?
(It worked, though. Displacing worry into bitching at anonymous other fans is surprisingly effective)
History project research is still massively not done (four thousand bank records to go), and I am debating whether I can get away with going running and writing a couple hundred words of CW fixit fic instead of looking at more microfilm. Probably not. I'll probably do it anyway.
My sister is home for her Spring break, and she and my parents and I went out to dinner at the airplane on a stick restaurant (kitschy WWI and WWII fighter pilot theme, named after the 94th "Hat in a Ring" squadron--Sarah's glider squadron is the same numeric designation, so we have to go there any time she's in town). Sarah has also seen Pan's Labyrinth and agrees that the Pale Man is the scariest thing ever to exists on film. She hadn't seen the Prestige yet, so I pimped it to her with the recommendation that she watch it twice, just like you have to with The Sting--once to be the gullible audience member taken in by the magic trick, once to be in on the trick and see how it's done.
Other movie recs, aimed at fandom rather than family:
Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.
seanchai and I approached this film with trepidation, having heard all the bad critical reviews of it. The critics, it turned out, were operating under a misaprehension. There were expecting a serious action-drama. Sky Captain is not a serious movie. It is a 1940s comic committed to film, complete with giant robots, dinosaurs, and rocket ships. In one watching, we recognized Black Hawk Squadron, the robots from the Fleischer Superman cartoons, the Brainiac robots from Superman: TAS, the Savage Land, and a British version of the Helicarrier, complete with a female Nick Fury. And a few Indianna Jones references, too, just for fun.The Fleischer Brothers' Superman cartoons. Surprisingly well done animation, entertaining and comparatively plausible plots (well, compared to some of the Golden/Silver age comics), and the best version of Lois Lane I've ever seen outside of the 90's animated series. Lois is as much the hero of these cartoons as Clark. She can drive a speed boat, fly a plane, climb hand-over-hand down a cable-car rope, remain snarkily defiant in the face of evil Nazi interogators, and beats Clark to the byline every time (it's blatantly obvious that Clark Kent's entire job at the Daily Planet in this cartoon is to get Lois coffee--she gets sent to cover scientific discoveries, government gold shipments, industrial sabotage, and volcanic eruptions, while Perry sends Clark to write about jewelry store displays). It's also really obvious that she knows Clark is Superman, and that they possibly are having cape-porn sex between scenes.
Why did the fifties and sixties comics surgically remove her brain?
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It didn't't help matters that apparently Greyhound is run by idiots who told my mother when the bus was supposed to arrive, rather than when it actually did.
The Fliescher's cartoons are up there with the 1930's Showboat as an example of how bad an effect censorship has on fiction. And apparently, on the portrayal of women therein.
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A cell phone is on the list of "things I will buy one day when I get a better job that makes at least $12,000 a year."
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Provided that I can get such a job myself, we could always go family plan on phones - they're a lot cheaper that way.
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Wah. *snuggles*