Back Into The Frey

Man, Monday yet again. Where do the weekends go?

Had fun Friday night, watching the opening ceremonies and mocking the Costas most ruthlessly with the Apocalypse Queen.

And speaking of the Olympics, I think Bryant Gumble’s statement sums it all up best:

"Finally, tonight, the Winter Games. Count me among those who don’t care about them and won’t watch them. In fact, I figure that when Thomas Paine said that “these are the times that try men’s souls,” he must’ve been talking about the start of another Winter Olympics. Because they’re so trying, maybe over the next three weeks we should all try too. Like, try not to be incredulous when someone attempts to link these games to those of the ancient Greeks who never heard of skating or skiing. So try not to laugh when someone says these are the world’s greatest athletes, despite a paucity of blacks that makes the winter games look like a GOP convention. Try not to point out that something’s not really a sport if a pseudo-athlete waits in what’s called a kiss-and-cry area, while some panel of subjective judges decides who won. And try to blot out all logic when announcers and sportswriters pretend to care about the luge, the skeleton, the biathlon and all those other events they don’t understand and totally ignore for all but three weeks every four years. Face it — these Olympics are little more than a marketing plan to fill space and sell time during the dreary days of February. So if only to hasten the arrival of the day they’re done, when we can move on to March Madness — for God’s sake, let the games begin."

Saturday brought cooler weather and a score of fanboys to the Richardson Civic Center. Anthony Daniels was in attendance, and the Star Wars fans were out in droves. Tony was a good sport, and I had a good time hanging out with Mark and Sti-Fu and Cat. Met Tom Hodges and his wife. Very nice people. Can't wait to see them again in April.

Saturday night ended with an impromptu viewing of some classic Hitchcock. An aborted attempt to watch The Aristocrats (Dear, God, that was awful! Omar, what were you thinking?) we instead loaded Rear Window. Truly amazing to watch the Master at work. Inventive camera angles, vivid color palettes, minimalist score, and Princess Grace. Pure heaven.

Sunday was a nice slow-paced afternoon with Johannes. We watched the new Harrison Ford vehicle, Firewall. Um. So-so. Not bad, just not all that exciting either. Mostly implausible, wickedly over the top at times, and so full of plot holes you almost overlook the fact that Ford is old enough to be a grandfather to the kids in the movie. Almost. Still, it wasn't awful.

Didn't spend any time with the spec-script. (Sorry, AJ. Maybe next weekend) I felt I needed a break the past couple of days to do some of the things I'd been putting off for too long and catching up on some rest. Still waking up early, but at least I'm able to go back to sleep for a little while.

Also, take a minute to send Heather some good thoughts. She's had a rough week.

Monday brings with it more time sensitive projects and tighter deadlines. Still, I do work better under pressure.

That's it for today. Come back tomorrow for Valoween.

-Jos

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
~William Shakespeare