A couple of quick-hit things, as I'm grumpy and tired:
Went out to see Kate and Leopold with Michelle. I didn't expect much -- not of the plot, not of the acting, and god forbid of the science -- but I was looking forward to one thing: Seeing Hugh Jackman at least semi-naked. Just shirtless, even. Didn't happen. So I had to focus on the stuff I really didn't want to focus on: The plot (oh please....), the acting (eh), Meg Ryan (never one of my favorites, and in this movie they didn't even make her look cute), the premise and philosophy (I had serious hear-me-roar problems with that) ... All in all, not a good investment of $8.75. But hanging out with Michelle was fun, as always, and that's excuse enough for a night out.
But I was looking forward to lovely views of Hugh. Nope. Dammit. He looks good riding a horse through the rain, being a gentleman, talking in a swoony English accent (yes, I know he's Australian... he had an English accent in this film), but remained stubbornly clothed. I feel cheated.
In other news I was on the phone with my sister Amy helping her work through some voice issues for an article she's writing. The guts of the article -- the arguement, the point, etc. -- are great, she was just writing like a psychologist for a much more conversational audience. So we talked that through, and I think it reads better now. The funny thing was she kept saying "Oh, that's a great idea, that sounds really good, you're good at this." Yes. I'm an editor. It's what I do. I'm practiced at making good things sound better. Why are you surprised?
How does this jibe with my "Poor me, who wants to read what I write?" laments? It doesn't. Evidentally I live my life (at least my professional life) on the razor's edge between arrogance and overwrought self-depreciation. Joy.
Went out to see Kate and Leopold with Michelle. I didn't expect much -- not of the plot, not of the acting, and god forbid of the science -- but I was looking forward to one thing: Seeing Hugh Jackman at least semi-naked. Just shirtless, even. Didn't happen. So I had to focus on the stuff I really didn't want to focus on: The plot (oh please....), the acting (eh), Meg Ryan (never one of my favorites, and in this movie they didn't even make her look cute), the premise and philosophy (I had serious hear-me-roar problems with that) ... All in all, not a good investment of $8.75. But hanging out with Michelle was fun, as always, and that's excuse enough for a night out.
But I was looking forward to lovely views of Hugh. Nope. Dammit. He looks good riding a horse through the rain, being a gentleman, talking in a swoony English accent (yes, I know he's Australian... he had an English accent in this film), but remained stubbornly clothed. I feel cheated.
In other news I was on the phone with my sister Amy helping her work through some voice issues for an article she's writing. The guts of the article -- the arguement, the point, etc. -- are great, she was just writing like a psychologist for a much more conversational audience. So we talked that through, and I think it reads better now. The funny thing was she kept saying "Oh, that's a great idea, that sounds really good, you're good at this." Yes. I'm an editor. It's what I do. I'm practiced at making good things sound better. Why are you surprised?
How does this jibe with my "Poor me, who wants to read what I write?" laments? It doesn't. Evidentally I live my life (at least my professional life) on the razor's edge between arrogance and overwrought self-depreciation. Joy.
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