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Return of the King, at last
Dec. 22nd, 2003 10:29 pmI tried to post something this morning as I was running out the door, but the computer went all wooglie when I hit the button, and it didn't go through. Which, actually, is probably a good thing, since all day I was plagued by visions of people defriending me en masse because I spammed them with twelve copies of the same no-content post before traipsing off to see RotK. But that didn't happen after all (whew), and all was happy in the land of Joan.
So I accomplished absolutely nothing all weekend, not even writing out my Christmas cards, which will end up as Twelfth Night cards at this rate. Little Sister is up from school for the holidays, so I've been playing with her, watching hockey, the extras on my shiny, shiny Firefly DVDs (though none of the episodes yet), and the EEs of Fellowship and Two Towers, plus a bunch of those extras too. Despite all that, I still went into Return of the King today as calm and collected as if I were seeing the latest generic Hollywood actioner. Calm all through the annoying commercials, calm all through the previews, calm as the familiar letters swam up out of the dark... at which point I started crying. Not a lot, just a few tears welling up and running down my face every so often, but even so, I was already crying before anything, even just the appearance of any sort of picture on the screen, had happened. My stupid brain (in cahoots with my tear ducts) ambushed me, just like I'd figured. Hmph.
( Quick, prelim thoughts, nothing deep )
I need to catch up on comments and email tomorrow, and I probably should do those Christmas cards. I'd rather just go to the movies.
Hey, I have 1066 posts in my memories! Keen! Nobody write anything else I might want to save, okay? Stop being smart and funny and interesting.
So I accomplished absolutely nothing all weekend, not even writing out my Christmas cards, which will end up as Twelfth Night cards at this rate. Little Sister is up from school for the holidays, so I've been playing with her, watching hockey, the extras on my shiny, shiny Firefly DVDs (though none of the episodes yet), and the EEs of Fellowship and Two Towers, plus a bunch of those extras too. Despite all that, I still went into Return of the King today as calm and collected as if I were seeing the latest generic Hollywood actioner. Calm all through the annoying commercials, calm all through the previews, calm as the familiar letters swam up out of the dark... at which point I started crying. Not a lot, just a few tears welling up and running down my face every so often, but even so, I was already crying before anything, even just the appearance of any sort of picture on the screen, had happened. My stupid brain (in cahoots with my tear ducts) ambushed me, just like I'd figured. Hmph.
( Quick, prelim thoughts, nothing deep )
I need to catch up on comments and email tomorrow, and I probably should do those Christmas cards. I'd rather just go to the movies.
Hey, I have 1066 posts in my memories! Keen! Nobody write anything else I might want to save, okay? Stop being smart and funny and interesting.
