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kittydesadeI saw Wonder Woman! I had Thoughts! I have... somethings. About the way the Greek gods were done. Annoyance at how Christianized it was. There is a good god! There is an evil god! Goddesses don't seem to exist in any meaningful way despite being responsible for half the pantheon and responsible for at least half the shit-stirring. I was fine with Zeus being Diana's secret father because that's... I mean, given the way Zeus father's children that's not far afield from "and then he breathed life into clay" anyway. I was even fine with Ares being the instigator of war but not so much the all of this is evil and should be destroyed because... because something. When you have an entire pantheon there's room for a range of gods, and thus a range of interpretations of their various positions? I was also a bit .... look, at the end he was using a lot of lightning and it would have been so much more interesting if the god everyone thought was Ares turned out to be a really really bitter Zeus. They seemed to be halfway going there with the "they don't deserve what we gave them!" speech anyway!
I liked about 95% of Diana's naivete at the outside world thing, I think that last 5% was just a pacing issue since I can't point to any one thing and say this irritated me because X. Too many naive moments in one scene maybe. The entire Steve goes up in a plane to die after saying one last goodbye to his six month fling interest was straight out of The First Avenger, I don't know if that's because their comic storylines were just that way or if ... or what. I didn't mind it, but it did feel like a retread. The Amazon island was pretty nice and I hope it gets developed more so we get a chance to meet more than two Amazons. I liked the fakeout with who Ares was, the bombastic General? was obviously the fakeout but I had it in mind that it was the doctor, halfway at least, and I liked that it turned out to be the friendly helpful minister. I really kind of wish the doctor had turned out to be an Amazon who'd left the island to give Diana another future self to reject, but I can't thresh that out into anything substantive. It was pretty obviously a parallel in that direction though.
I think I have run out of words on Wonder Woman. We went and saw a 10.30 showing because it was that or this coming Saturday due to the boy's and my schedule, ugh. We got home at 1 in the morning and went to bed at closer to 2 and ugh. But it was so worth it. I did cry at the No Man's Land scene, and several other places as the boy keeps reminding me with amusement. And there was one part towards the beginning when every woman in the audience was audibly laughing for several minutes. I'm pretty sure anyone who's seen it knows exactly the scene I mean, it was just... the shared knowledge and experience of women.
But ugh, am exhausted. I can't tell if I'm exhausted and sneezing because I'm sick or because I didn't sleep much last night and there are allergens out there. And besides that no, Elf Lord, I do not need to stand back and let the guys do the heavy lifting, I'm tired, not weak or incapable. I swear, most of the time the men in my family/at my work (one and the same these days anyway) are okay about such things but sometimes they take the weirdest streak of "no, let me lift that."
Dude. You literally hired me to be your shipper/handler and sling the heavy boxes. What up with that.
Probably driven by my lack of sleep I did PitMad on twitter and got not one but two bites at the apple on the first round of tweets so, um, yay? I have no idea about one publishing company but the other at least looks solid. I'm leaving out the book currently in a state of [redacted] and all the older books that I haven't looked at in ages and probably could use a rewrite because I was a different writer ages ago. Yeah, we'll leave those out. But still. Turing Shrugged got a bite. Long Road got a bite. Two different books got bites, what even. I'll do another round of tweets tonight I guess. What the hell right? Apparently this is the year for unexpected metaphorical heart attacks. Better than literal ones.
Um. Okay, for my own future reference it seems like it's thirty minutes from the inciting event to where I can calm down and think about anything again. But in the meantime, keep working on the current projects, keep working on Helix, keep moving there, pick up... something. Pick up and try to resume normal routines? I don't even know what knocked them out of whack this time. No, wait, I do, birthday week festivities. So, all right. Pick languages back up next week, I think with Arabic it's about time to start on the grammar if I can flip through the alphabet book this weekend and determine that I'm as good on the letters as I'm going to get without attaching them to words regularly. And sort through my mental Workshop, and away we go.
I mean none of these nibbles might turn into anything but boy it's exciting isn't it!
I liked about 95% of Diana's naivete at the outside world thing, I think that last 5% was just a pacing issue since I can't point to any one thing and say this irritated me because X. Too many naive moments in one scene maybe. The entire Steve goes up in a plane to die after saying one last goodbye to his six month fling interest was straight out of The First Avenger, I don't know if that's because their comic storylines were just that way or if ... or what. I didn't mind it, but it did feel like a retread. The Amazon island was pretty nice and I hope it gets developed more so we get a chance to meet more than two Amazons. I liked the fakeout with who Ares was, the bombastic General? was obviously the fakeout but I had it in mind that it was the doctor, halfway at least, and I liked that it turned out to be the friendly helpful minister. I really kind of wish the doctor had turned out to be an Amazon who'd left the island to give Diana another future self to reject, but I can't thresh that out into anything substantive. It was pretty obviously a parallel in that direction though.
I think I have run out of words on Wonder Woman. We went and saw a 10.30 showing because it was that or this coming Saturday due to the boy's and my schedule, ugh. We got home at 1 in the morning and went to bed at closer to 2 and ugh. But it was so worth it. I did cry at the No Man's Land scene, and several other places as the boy keeps reminding me with amusement. And there was one part towards the beginning when every woman in the audience was audibly laughing for several minutes. I'm pretty sure anyone who's seen it knows exactly the scene I mean, it was just... the shared knowledge and experience of women.
But ugh, am exhausted. I can't tell if I'm exhausted and sneezing because I'm sick or because I didn't sleep much last night and there are allergens out there. And besides that no, Elf Lord, I do not need to stand back and let the guys do the heavy lifting, I'm tired, not weak or incapable. I swear, most of the time the men in my family/at my work (one and the same these days anyway) are okay about such things but sometimes they take the weirdest streak of "no, let me lift that."
Dude. You literally hired me to be your shipper/handler and sling the heavy boxes. What up with that.
Probably driven by my lack of sleep I did PitMad on twitter and got not one but two bites at the apple on the first round of tweets so, um, yay? I have no idea about one publishing company but the other at least looks solid. I'm leaving out the book currently in a state of [redacted] and all the older books that I haven't looked at in ages and probably could use a rewrite because I was a different writer ages ago. Yeah, we'll leave those out. But still. Turing Shrugged got a bite. Long Road got a bite. Two different books got bites, what even. I'll do another round of tweets tonight I guess. What the hell right? Apparently this is the year for unexpected metaphorical heart attacks. Better than literal ones.
Um. Okay, for my own future reference it seems like it's thirty minutes from the inciting event to where I can calm down and think about anything again. But in the meantime, keep working on the current projects, keep working on Helix, keep moving there, pick up... something. Pick up and try to resume normal routines? I don't even know what knocked them out of whack this time. No, wait, I do, birthday week festivities. So, all right. Pick languages back up next week, I think with Arabic it's about time to start on the grammar if I can flip through the alphabet book this weekend and determine that I'm as good on the letters as I'm going to get without attaching them to words regularly. And sort through my mental Workshop, and away we go.
I mean none of these nibbles might turn into anything but boy it's exciting isn't it!