lovedVixy, Torrey, and Tony were waiting for me on the ground in Seattle. We collected my bags and went on a brief, fruitless search for a Wendy's before returning to the house, where Sooj, K, Fishy, and Lauren were waiting. Oh, the hugging we had! Also the presents. Everyone ooh-ed and ahh-ed appropriately over their shiny new copies of Wicked Girls. My presents had a distinctly dinosaur-y theme this year, which is something I will always approve of. Always.
Eventually, people went to bed. I slept like the dead. And slept, and slept, and slept, and was still the first person up in the morning. This is because there is Something Wrong With Me.
Friday, we went to Old Navy (the cats unpacked my suitcase, and I didn't notice, STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT), Borders, and the grocery store, since I was going to be spending Saturday cooking. And then we played Rock Band 3 until we all wanted to die. It was awesome. This being New Year's Eve, there were many parties being thrown, and many enthusiastic plans being made. Vixy had a headache, and I don't like crowds of strangers, so our enthusiastic plans consisted of staying home, watching 2012, and making rosemary shortbread. I rank this among my top ten New Year's Eves. Shortbread! And global disaster! And Vixy!
Okay, so admittedly, the science of 2012 isn't so much "bad" as "Warren Ellis on acid trying to explain Latin grammar, somehow getting used to fuel a sanity-destroying laser aimed straight at your cerebral cortex" levels of "insane," but hey, there's a GIRAFFE HELICOPTER. No movie with a GIRAFFE HELICOPTER can be all bad, right? Right?
Anyway, life is good, and if you spend the year as you spent the start of it, 2011 is going to make me pretty darn happy. Happy new year!
(*Well, "straight" except for the stops at the post office, Borderlands Books, and Fritz's for mussels and fries. Sadly, "I left work and went crooked" doesn't have quite the right meaning. And this is truly a pity.)
January 4 2011, 17:50:57 UTC 6 years ago
(The grey spoilery but written in vague terms and c'mon, it's 2012. Plot? Seriously? Still, if you care, skip ahead now.) Also, I have to give it non-ironic props for having three significant supporting characters who are set up to be total dicks for no reason other than they're acting in opposition to Our Male Hero, and... none of them actually are. You know the kind I mean - the ones who dickish things just to show what total dicks they are, and either die (this kind of film) or get humiliated (intentional comedies) in horrible revenge-y ways for cheap emotional payoff.
Most of the time when I see writing being this far down the scale of priorities, that's totally the lazy bullshit I see - but here, you don't! The dentist is just fine, the American wonk has a really fucking good point, is right, and only Getting Really Lucky prevents disaster. And even the Russian oligarch is mostly just trying to save his kids - who, in turn, are in fact not total screaming brats you want to see shot out of cannons! I gotta give props for that. It was quite refreshing, really!
But most of it is just lolololololol and I loved it. 4.5 of 5 on the Terrible Film of Awesomeness scale.
January 20 2011, 15:35:50 UTC 6 years ago