Life is kinda funny
Apr. 29th, 2006 05:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doc_destructoMom's taken Little Dude for the weekend so I've been slacking even moreso than usual. Though that will change come Monday, since I'm going to start another novel with the NaNoWriMay folks. I'm leaning towards using some the ideas I've had concerning Norse mythology and Thor's kids. What can I say? I like cute kids hitting people with hammers and Norse mythology gives me that in spades! I'm also considering writing what I think of as my anti-Harry Potter story. Where the good kid from a nice home gets sent to a School for Wayward Children and it turns out the school teaches the kids how to be more wayward.
But I dunno. We'll see.
The other night, The Wif and I finally went to see a movie (it's been months since we went to the theatre together); Ne's choice was the oh-so inspired Silent Hill. Apparently this film is based on a video game. I could tell because only gamer-makers would have a story revolving (to the exclusion of nigh everything else) around demons, a hot biker cop and a hot mom in FMBs. Yeah. Needless to say, I think a more appropriate title to the movie could have been Don't worry! I'm stupid. Because they were. Like really, really stupid. The movie's only saving grace was the 20 or 30 seconds where the hot cop with the pixie hair-cut beat the shit of five guys with her extenda-baton. Alas.
Hey, there's a story idea. Write a stereotypical horror story but everytime the characters need to advance the plot have them say "Don't worry, I'm stupid." Unfortunately, it would be a very short story as I am not the most forgiving of stupidity.
Also, in the realm of the perhaps too much information I totally called the start of The Wif's cycle. She was a little distraught at it being late, but I calmly predicted that it would start roughly around the same time I would have to go to work. Even though I'm on vacation (optional holiday time, baby!), it's still a weekend I would have had to work. And lo and behold, right around the time I'd be getting out of the shower and packing up... bingo. How's that for just plain weird?
And hey! I totally mowed the front back yards! Again! That's twice in two weeks. What? Hopefully I'll get to have some actual time alone with just my brothers tomorrow when I go down to pick up Little Dude. What say you, oh magic 8-ball?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
.
But I dunno. We'll see.
The other night, The Wif and I finally went to see a movie (it's been months since we went to the theatre together); Ne's choice was the oh-so inspired Silent Hill. Apparently this film is based on a video game. I could tell because only gamer-makers would have a story revolving (to the exclusion of nigh everything else) around demons, a hot biker cop and a hot mom in FMBs. Yeah. Needless to say, I think a more appropriate title to the movie could have been Don't worry! I'm stupid. Because they were. Like really, really stupid. The movie's only saving grace was the 20 or 30 seconds where the hot cop with the pixie hair-cut beat the shit of five guys with her extenda-baton. Alas.
Hey, there's a story idea. Write a stereotypical horror story but everytime the characters need to advance the plot have them say "Don't worry, I'm stupid." Unfortunately, it would be a very short story as I am not the most forgiving of stupidity.
Also, in the realm of the perhaps too much information I totally called the start of The Wif's cycle. She was a little distraught at it being late, but I calmly predicted that it would start roughly around the same time I would have to go to work. Even though I'm on vacation (optional holiday time, baby!), it's still a weekend I would have had to work. And lo and behold, right around the time I'd be getting out of the shower and packing up... bingo. How's that for just plain weird?
And hey! I totally mowed the front back yards! Again! That's twice in two weeks. What? Hopefully I'll get to have some actual time alone with just my brothers tomorrow when I go down to pick up Little Dude. What say you, oh magic 8-ball?
Yeah, that's what I thought.
.
