I woke up in a FOUL mood today, ready to lose my patience at the slightest provocation. That's no fun, is it? M. took the kids and got the hell out of the house, a wise move on his part I feel, and I've baked cookies and biscuits and may well go for bread here in a little bit - baking always helps calm me down.
Last night I went to see Wordplay
because, as she said, this was one movie that I of all people
needed to see. My favorite puzzler and yours, jiggery_pokery
, clued me in months and months ago that this was coming, but it's still been odd seeing my username-only-not pop up all over LJ and it gives me pause every time. I've only had this name since October, and it's surprising how personally identified I am with it. Anyway, I VERY much enjoyed the movie, and we agreed that in many ways it captures the feel of fandom (particularly the warmth of conspace) better than many others. She's also a fan of "Galaxy Quest", but I saw it prefandom and my memory is that it's unduly harsh on fannishness, so now that's up for reviewing in our household. And, you know, it's absolutely not coincidence that I came home and bought a subscription to the NYT crossword online - the movie is very well put together and they put a considerable amount of thought into how best to make watching people do crossword puzzles interesting. Definitely recommend, especially for fannish types. Good music, too. (And! kaalee
! There's a bit of footage of an Indigo Girls concert and Ty and Doris are playing with them and I was very OMG GIRLYMAN!!! It was such a happy surprise to see them!)
The one other little bit of news that has cheered me right up and made me feel really all warm & fuzzy inside is that someone contacted me to ask if she could do commentary for my Weir/Zelenka story for seperis
's DVD commentary challenge thingy. I have such insecurity about fanwriting (so see, I am one of those delicate flowers who would be easily crushed - in fact, I AM one of those delicate flowers who WAS crushed by H/D) and the idea that somebody liked something I wrote enough that they wanted to think about it more than once is just immensely flattering. It's doing a great job toward lifting my mood, at any rate. :D
I rented the first bit of "Slings & Arrows" and hope to watch that this weekend. I have a lot of reading to do and my family is calling a couple of times per day so I can give baby advice and I'm trying not to think about the job situation and yeah, it's all a very lowkey kind of busy. VA is having their tax-free weekend, so we may brave back to school shopping. And here's something else to think about - there's a "Superpower" challenge over at sga_flashfic
, and I'm thinking about writing from a "oh, I wish I had X superpower" perspective. The problem is that every desire to have a superpower ends up coming out a little bit creepy and I'm finding it hard to write about without feeling like, wow, Zelenka isn't really this much of a little creep, is he? And yet it doesn't FEEL creepy when we're playing "which superpower would you have" over ice cream. (Just totally geeky, which is way different. :D) Is that a matter of perspective, or do you think that wishing to have a superpower, wishing for just that much more of an unfair edge over everybody else, is always kinda creepy?