"Red Means Stop"

So, I went to see Hellboy tonight.

Is it just me? Is there something about the average American that I'm not understanding? Or has the quality of American cinema gone down so far that we must be appreciative of the humor in films like Soul Plane and White Chicks? Is there anything redeeming in these films, anything that I should find amusing? Please, do tell me, because I would sorely like to know. Is this some black cunt joke that white cunts don't get? She said, badly misquoting Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, but you get the idea.

I don't understand this kind of toilet humor, exaggerated slapstick shoeshine face humor. I don't understand why people find cultural stereotypes blown out of proportion funny. Well, I do, a little. But I don't understand why there is enough humor in that joke to make an entire movie amusing. It's like trying to make a movie out of a knock knock joke; you can't do it. It's physically impossible. The preview for 13 Going On 30 I at least understood, somewhat. It's Big, only with a female protagonist. I remember watching Big when I was ... well, about the age the kid was. And I probably would have enjoyed a movie with a girl as the lead. Hell, I might enjoy it now.

But Soul Plane... I could actually feel my IQ dropping.

( Hellboy, with spoilers )

And I barely squeaked through my FM deadline on that 15k word marathon thingie. Yeep. I probably shouldn't have gone to go see Hellboy but my wrists needed the break. Still, one of the more productive days I've had in a while. Actually one of the more productive few days, I hope the trend continues. Tomorrow, though, it's edit like a crazy person time. And start writing those synopses, because Sunday is query letter polishing and then... ahhh. All hell's going to break loose in my brain.

Oh! New Touching Evil tonight. It was sad and depressing. And the really really really creepy part? Sebastian Roche was back. It was weird seeing him interact with Vera Farmiga, watching them and knowing them both from Roar, originally. Especially since Roar's been rerunning at weird and random points on the Sci-Fi channel. Just... wacky. Wacky wacky fun. But I still adore Creegan. He needs a hug.

Okay. Between last night's dreams and today's working binge, I need sleep. Ta.

"All aboard the crazy train!"

I am going insane.

It's my own damn fault, really. I didn't re-read the listing on the publishing company I'm going to submit Different to until today. When I discovered that, not only do I need a synopsis, I also need an outline.

Fuck.

On the good side, I suppose, this is helping me to tighten up my novel. A lot. I've figured out a lot of stuff, not the least of which is that there's this whole spectrum thing going on with Cowboy at one end, Street at the other, and Alex balancing them both out in the middle. And Gretel, but the story's about Alex, not Gretel. Maybe there'll be another story about Gretel. But not this one.

And if I can't finish the outline, synopses, and query letters by Sunday night, I don't get to watch Deadwood. SO there's my motivation.

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( Crazy Randomness )

Dear Goddesa. I'm exhausted. I'm so tired. And I actually managed to make my Sofia synopsis shorter than my Different synopsis. Which is bad because Different also has an outline to go with it. So I need to cut some stuff out of that. But I'll do that tomorrow; I've got the drafts of everything ready to go and the final two/three chapters for submission. I'll work over the synopses, query letters, and outline tomorrow. I'm relaxing now.

Had a funny conversation with my aunt earlier today. She was amazed that I'm pushing myself so hard to write. Except that what she didn't realize was I usually write like this. At least, 'this' being what she knows about. I didn't tell her about the 15k writing spree over two days from yesterday and the day before. I didn't tell her that I'm trying to write four novels in the same month that I'm trying to submit four short stories per week and two novels in the first week and do my taxes and edit a third novel. I didn't tell her that this is pretty much a normal workload for me. Because I write like a mofo.

Which you'd think she'd've figured out by now when I came home with five novels. But oh well.

I want to see Hellboy again. I want it to be on DVD already so I can sit down and watch mindless fun, squee over Hellboy, floss my brain out, and not have my heartstrings yanked over anything. Actually I just want an action movie with a predictable plot where you know that no one you care about is going to die (or you've accepted the inevitable character death) and with a hero or anti-hero I can squee over. I'm sure I've got such a movie around here somewhere. Pirates would do, except that I watched that not too long ago. I want some mental floss.

After this weekend is over I'm going to spend a day just sitting down and painting minis. And writing the novels of the month, of course, but still. Because dammit, once I mail these damn things out... I will heartily deserve it.