This is radically cool: The Sultan’s Elephant, a 40 foot mechanical elephant, part of a four day street theatre story in London. That is *so* *awesome*. I want one. The elephant weighs forty-two tons, and looks like magic. Completely unrelated, I forgot to mention that before MI:3 there was a trailer for United 93. It devastated me. I have horribly mixed feelings on the film at all; on one hand I understand the desire to try to deal with the story of that flight by making it a story, something…
Author: mizkit
procrastinating
I should be working on my Chance script. Instead I’m slopped on the couch trying to keep my eyes open. We hates being sick, precious. Not, I suppose, that most people enjoy it. I did download the script to the laptop, though, so when I’m done zoning out and typing this, I’ll open it up and stare mindlessly at it, anyway. That usually results in at least a little work getting done. Ted had his physio appointment yesterday, and they basically told him to go away, ’cause he was all…
check it out.
Check it out: is deleted, as is her personal journal, . It gets better. Anybody care to speculate on what happened to the WritersWeekend website? This is not exactly joy in the downfall of others. It’s a little more like, wtf, over? This whole thing borders on the surreal. I’m waiting for Writer’s Weekend to implode.
fairly nifty
This is fairly nifty: the postman just walked by and shoved two DVDs through the mail slot! But I need to make some effort to write this morning before being such a slug as to watch movies. Speaking of which,we watched the first DVD of season 2 Nikita last night. We had to watch the whole DVD, because it wouldn’t run at first (eventually it did, after I Windexed it), and we were afraid if we didn’t play it all the way through we wouldn’t be able to get it…
daily life
I hurt. All over. I don’t know where I picked up a bug, but I picked one up, and I hurt. I’d like it to go away now. (I’d think it was just soreness from the unaccustomedness of having worked out, but I’m pretty sure working out wouldn’t make my eyeballs hurt. Or my throat. Or my head, for that matter.) Other than that, I’m pretty okay. For the record, my hair does not look awful by any stretch. It’s just really not what I wanted, and getting it to…