jencat | movie-con 2, part the second

Tis started to get a tad worrying that I haven't written a damn thing in, ooh... weeks, now. Mostly because I've been knitting the Pixie Coat of Doom in every available second since i realised I'd left it a tad late to get started (ETA: 12th September, come hell, high water or anything inbetween: I am going to that 1st birthday party con present..!). Present currently consists of a back piece, 2 front panels (minus moss stitch edging) and half of one sleeve. Eeeeep!

Hmmm... it's ridiculously late and I really should be sleeping, but this stuff is never gona get done if I don't do it now soooooo....

Movie-Con
Day 2 was fun - RDJ showed up again, in a repeat of the Comic-Con "show some decent footage!" schtick, although muggins took her glasses off in a vain attempt to clean the muck off (and thus see RDJ's face in all it's glory) and managed to miss his grand entrance. I am so freakin' blind as a bat that I had no clue why the entire audience had just erupted in mega applause, after one frankly crappy intro to Iron Man 2... Duh, as they say.
The actual footage was exceedingly cool - the donut sign scene, and the courtroom stuff. Thankfully we got very little sign of Scarlett (I am just not sold on that, after the fab prospect of Emily Blunt playing it was nixed) and a couple of reaction shots of Gwyneth (do love Pepper...!).

Ooh, what else was there.... They screened Adventureland, which was a definite improvement from last year's offering - again, something I wouldn't necessarily have paid to see, but quite a sweet, inoffensive little coming-of-age flick, hoping to ride on K-Stew's Twihard coat-tails, methinks. It was gratingly noticeable that all the male characters talked non-stop about their degrees, and yet even the sweet/sensitive male protag fails to ask Kristen what her degree at NYU is in...

The 'Basterd Hard Film Quiz' was fairly amusing - apparently I remembered way more stuff than i realised, but fell at some really easy hurdles, dammit. But, then, the Hangman round was frickin' impossible all round...

Oh lordy, the 3D stuff.. marking the end of my flirtation with 3D this year, methinks. The Christmas Carol clips were fine, and worked fantastically with the tech, but gawd no for the rest of it. The clip from Up descended into wavery nonsense, I barely remember Tron, and, er, I wound up taking my really expensive supadupa 3D glasses off the second time they showed the Avatar clip, as I frankly couldn't see a freaking thing during the action sequence with them on. What was a new and unwelcome side-effect was feeling dizzy and sick for probably the next 24 hours after that... not the way of the future, as far as I'm concerned. And I'm honestly a tad bored of Avatar already, sad to say. I won't be able to watch it properly in 3D, so it seems a bit of a waste...

Oh, other stuff... the Doodle Dog got a taster of a mini agility course at the weekend, which was highly entertaining. He'd jump over ridiculously high hurdles just for giggles anyway, but I cracked up when he was finally persuaded to run through the long opaque tunnel for a piece of liver, only to decide (via inescapable doggy logic) that more goes meant more liver, and promptly scooted back and forth down it three times before I could snag his lead again... Man, I love that dog. Having just cancelled my gym membership as I'm spending my weekends dog walking instead, I kinda have to say that, though..!

Well, hell, at least all that just took my mind off an evening spent playing counsellor yet again.... I'm finding it hard to explain the dangers of compassion fatigue to certain people, except for the fact that I'm very prone to it, and it kicked in very badly this week, and most of my proffered sympathy was utter bullshit deep down. At the end of it, I'm worn out: there's only so much emotional energy to go round, and most of it is being spent trying very hard not to burst into tears every time someone pisses me off at work currently. There comes a point when you have to start looking after your own mental health, methinks, even if other people decide that's at the expense of what they think they need from you.