Notes for a Monday evening

[scarlettina]

I had a busy, lovely weekend. Saw ACT's wonderful production of "A Christmas Carol" with bedii and ladyjestocost, unaware that said play is among the lady's favorites. We all enjoyed ourselves--it's an excellent production and much recommended. tbclone47's not-a-housewarming/birthday/holiday soiree that evening was just what I needed, and the company was quite fine. I hug them all, every one. tbclone47's new place is beautiful and he's quite the decorator; the place looks really terrific. And of course, he himself is a delight. During said soiree, mistymarshall observed that I haven't been posting much lately so I figured I ought to post tonight.

Brunch yesterday with oldmangrumpus at the Blue Onion Cafe was tasty indeed. Our excursion to Radio Shack proved the most productive thing I did the whole weekend. I purchased a new power adapter for my PDA and discovered that the PDA isn't dead at all! I had the brains to back it up before I went to Africa, so I've lost almost no data. Can't wait to get the thing reloaded again. I need my second brain!

I have half a window to finish painting and the upstairs room will be complete, paint-wise. OMG, tomorrow night is the night, come hell or high water!

I want to write a bit about why I haven't been writing lately--fiction or journaling--but it's too late and I'm too vastly tired to do so and be at all coherent. Perhaps tomorrow evening.

Saw "The Golden Compass" tonight with BC. It's a beautiful-looking film, but the script is not well constructed so that it felt disjointed to me. Most frustrating was that I could see the film it might have been and, sadly, wasn't. I enjoyed it well enough. It's good enough for what it is, but it could have been great.

And now, I'm for bed.

Comments

[steve98052.livejournal.com]

That's a nice summary of my impression of The Golden Compass. It's a giant disappointment that one of the best fantasy books since Tolkien wasn't made into a great film. But the fact that it was a gigantic disappointment doesn't mean it was an awful film. It was merely good, when it should have been great.

I had to restrain myself on Sunday when a friend denounced it as horrible. He has a tendency to overstate the badness of disappointments, and likewise seems to over-praise tolerable stuff he expected to stink. I kept that in mind while holding back the rebuttal that was begging to come out of my mouth.