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If all goes well I should be back to work by tomorrow or Tuesday (personally, I'm voting for Tuesday because it's been one heck of a week and I'm just plain tired).
I have watched more television in the last few days than I have in the last few months. Thank the powers that be for VH1. It's been a weekend of "One Hit Wonders" and "I Love the (insert appropriate decade here)'s." Been through the seventies (most of which I don't remember, I admit), the eighties and the eighties strikes back. Discovered that I _can_ see the TV from the bathroom floor with a casual adjustment of the hand held mirror so the many long hours of Friday night were spent nodding along with William Shatner as he introduced such greats as My House by the Mary Jane Girls and that song the blonde dude from Starsky & Hutch sang.
Introduced Sis to the joys of Happy Bunny. "Kiss me on the Pooper" She was amused.
Caught up on all the various Survivor gossip and possible spoilers.
Spent a good hour and half thinking about the movie Underworld. I still don't know why I don't like that movie. I love the horror genre in general. Maybe my expectations were too high ... Vampires battling werewolves while the ignorant populace moves on, what's not to like? Remembered a conversation I'd had with DH the last time we rented the movie. I had realized that the Head Vamp is played by Bill Nighy(?), the aging rocker from Love Actually and the skeeming hairdresser from Blow Dry (Irrelevant side note - both movies also star my favorite obsession, Mr. Rickman). I will no longer be able to watch Underworld without waiting for the Head Vamp to style hair and break into "Christmas is All Around." It changed the movie for me. Not in a good way. Not that Bill Nighy isn't a superb actor and a wonderfully creepy vampire ... but never the less, the movie was changed.
Yet, I don't think I'm going to have the same problem with Shaun of the Dead, so I think the problem might have more to do with lack of interest in the story of Underworld than in my identifying too well with Mr. Nighy's other characters.
Aughhhhh.... DH slipped me a Diet Sprite when I wasn't looking. Have spent the last week drinking the real stuff. Ooohhh, the evil man. Must remember to glare at him when I next see him.
Have this really cool* idea about a new fic I want to write (I made the mistake of watching Mary Reilly the other day). Total Jekyll/Hyde thing with Snape. Moldy-Voldy is dead but a new dark lord is rising,
and the Big D needs info. Everyone knows Snape was spy for the light since the war ended and none of his old contacts would be caught dead being seen with him, much less talk to him. Introducing Mr. Hyde.
I'm catching little bits of scenes in my head I think it could be darker than anything I've done before. That whole, "What would you do if you knew there would never be any consequences?" thing. Then again, I'm not sure I can write darker. My last foray into uncharted territory (PWP) turned out okay so I'm willing to try.
But I have to finish Parvus Obitus and at least write another chapter or two of Hidden Emotions which I've sadly neglected this last month.
*By cool I, of course, mean cool by my rather un-cool standards.
I have watched more television in the last few days than I have in the last few months. Thank the powers that be for VH1. It's been a weekend of "One Hit Wonders" and "I Love the (insert appropriate decade here)'s." Been through the seventies (most of which I don't remember, I admit), the eighties and the eighties strikes back. Discovered that I _can_ see the TV from the bathroom floor with a casual adjustment of the hand held mirror so the many long hours of Friday night were spent nodding along with William Shatner as he introduced such greats as My House by the Mary Jane Girls and that song the blonde dude from Starsky & Hutch sang.
Introduced Sis to the joys of Happy Bunny. "Kiss me on the Pooper" She was amused.
Caught up on all the various Survivor gossip and possible spoilers.
Spent a good hour and half thinking about the movie Underworld. I still don't know why I don't like that movie. I love the horror genre in general. Maybe my expectations were too high ... Vampires battling werewolves while the ignorant populace moves on, what's not to like? Remembered a conversation I'd had with DH the last time we rented the movie. I had realized that the Head Vamp is played by Bill Nighy(?), the aging rocker from Love Actually and the skeeming hairdresser from Blow Dry (Irrelevant side note - both movies also star my favorite obsession, Mr. Rickman). I will no longer be able to watch Underworld without waiting for the Head Vamp to style hair and break into "Christmas is All Around." It changed the movie for me. Not in a good way. Not that Bill Nighy isn't a superb actor and a wonderfully creepy vampire ... but never the less, the movie was changed.
Yet, I don't think I'm going to have the same problem with Shaun of the Dead, so I think the problem might have more to do with lack of interest in the story of Underworld than in my identifying too well with Mr. Nighy's other characters.
Aughhhhh.... DH slipped me a Diet Sprite when I wasn't looking. Have spent the last week drinking the real stuff. Ooohhh, the evil man. Must remember to glare at him when I next see him.
Have this really cool* idea about a new fic I want to write (I made the mistake of watching Mary Reilly the other day). Total Jekyll/Hyde thing with Snape. Moldy-Voldy is dead but a new dark lord is rising,
and the Big D needs info. Everyone knows Snape was spy for the light since the war ended and none of his old contacts would be caught dead being seen with him, much less talk to him. Introducing Mr. Hyde.
I'm catching little bits of scenes in my head I think it could be darker than anything I've done before. That whole, "What would you do if you knew there would never be any consequences?" thing. Then again, I'm not sure I can write darker. My last foray into uncharted territory (PWP) turned out okay so I'm willing to try.
But I have to finish Parvus Obitus and at least write another chapter or two of Hidden Emotions which I've sadly neglected this last month.
*By cool I, of course, mean cool by my rather un-cool standards.
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