Must'a been a full moon that night...

...going by the absolute amount of f*ckwittery going on when I went to see Push. 

Three idiots quite separately walked out infront of my car, and that was after two hours of the bunch of brats who insisted on talking - loudly - in the cinema tonight.  Seriously.  We all paid to sit in a dark room and watch the f*cking film, so what in hell is the point in them gossiping/bickering at full volume the entire way through.  I tried to get them kicked out after the first fifteen minutes - the mere action of me getting up and going out shut them up for about half an hour before the urge to talk overcame them overwhelmingly yet again.. By the end I was sitting there with sky high stress levels, miserably slumped with my hood up in a vain attempt to block some of the noise.  Do not cope well with distractions.  They then started throwing sweets or something behind us... God only knows.

Push kinda wasn't interesting enough to keep my attention in the face of all the crap going on in the auditorium, sadly.  There were good bits, and Dakota Fanning made a good job of it, but the plot tied itself up in tangles and Chris Evans and Camille Belle weren't making me root for them.  Lots of ripping off Heroes and Kill Bill, fantastically uneven tone, but good supporting cast...

Hey, Hong Kong looked pretty though! More batshit crazy plot though, although i should have been used to that after seeing Franklyn the week before...

obviously ten past midnight is a perfect time to start posting....

... but hey, I get to rock up to work a teeny bit later tomorrow, so it's totally rational, to my mind.

It was kinda getting to the point where there's a ridiculously long list of stuff I wanted to write about, so may as well make a start while i'm not remotely sleepy *yawn*

Ok, so I take back most of my Taylor Swift bitching from a couple weeks ago - I bought the album on impulse (not totally unexpected since I do own her first one already) and it has a certain earworm quality that's been stuck in my head ever since.  Go figure... No, the lyrics of Love Story still make absolutely no sense (wft is it supposed to be about?! ( Read more... )

Hmmm.. segues, segues... reincarnation! Totally the main plot point in jo_graham 's Hand of Isis.  ( Read more... )

Sometimes the interwebs blow my mind.

(stuff that also blows my mind: www.rescueink.org/about.php .  Really very fab.)

Gah.  As I'm still getting sniffly even thinking about Patrick Ness's The Knife of Never Letting Go, I won't go on about it right now.  But it's horrific, and perfect, and it staggers me that all the best, 'grown up' SF books seem to be stuck somewhere over in YA at the moment.  This book... ack. I had to stuff it away in my bag all of a sudden on the bus this morning and take several deep breaths, as I reached a bit that would have had me sobbing like a baby had I not been sitting on a crowded bus at the time.  Then I spent the whole day alternately raging at it, and psyching myself up to carry on reading later.
I think I'm loving it kinda fiercely right now.
And, yay for my perfect timing, book 2 comes out in six weeks...
(Also, Manchee is one of the best fictional dogs ever.  And the most uncute but heartbreakingly real fictional dog since, ooh, Dean Spanley.  Which also made me cry.  I'm thinking maybe I should give Marley &Me a miss, as I was sobbing just reading an interview about it last week, ho hum...)

Also: the picture of Natasha Richardson and Liam Neeson on the front page of the tabloids today is just breaking my heart as well... The most unstaged, genuinely happy photo you could ask for. And it wasn't the best adaptation of The Handmaid's Tale, but I have such a soft spot for her playing Offred.
It's officially the first day of spring now, according to Google, and the news recently has felt a little too full of death for comfort.