Just spent the laziest weekend of the year, just screwing off, watching TV and napping. No trip to the beach, no eating out, NO WORKING! Two sick cats seem to be getting better.
And me? I'm out of shape and more than a little out of sorts. I want to start writing fanfic again, and I'm going to learn to use iCloud and my new iPad keyboard so I can start blogging again. I need to get motivated to something more than work and shop. As of last month, this journal is official TEN YEARS OLD. Holy shit.
We survived the midnight premiere of TDKR, but I thought that simply meant managing to stay awake through a LOOOONG, sometimes slow movie. I didn't think we had to watch out for crazed gunman. I can't imagine the horror. Or I can, and it kills me. Am I the only one who wonders if the people in that theater (how many were there--why don't they tell us that???) will ever see the whole movie? And if they ever do, what will they think of it?
And speaking of the movie, I've tried to imagine how it will inspire my fanfic. I think the main fanfic topic would be what happened those eight years since the last one. I get that Harvey is dead, even if I find that as hard to take as Aaron Eckhart does. So what was Mr. Recluse up to that did all that damage to his body? Obviously his mind was dreaming up the source of energy/inadvertent weapon/whatever-the-fuck-it-was thingy that we all knew Bane was going to get his hands on eventually.
May I just mention that Anne Hathaway is the best Catwoman of All Time. She totally shocked me, and took my breath away. That's coming from someone who spent many years of her life as Catwoman. THANK YOU for using the Julie Newmar-inspired version of the costume. And THANK YOU for making the actress take it seriously. She was the real breath of fresh air that ran through the monotonous minutes of GRIM.
On the life front, I cleaned out my home email and found a message from an old friend and colleague who let me know her Jack Russell Terrier, Jack, had to be put to sleep early this month. Charlie and I both cried when we heard it. We often wonder what happened to Jack. It's hard to believe that he was 15 years old! We remember him as a puppy. Anyway, I haven't heard from this woman in years, so it was a complete surprise. It was nice of her to let me know the sad news.