There tends to be this point of any major project, where you've made it through one flurry of chaotic-too-much and are left standing in the comparative calm, staring out at a horizon of the chaotic-yet-to-come. There's certainly nothing you can do to stop it, and probably nothing you can do to prepare for it; it's too early to brace yourself for the impact and too late to bother making a run for it. You just sort of stand there, watching it roll steadily toward you, wondering if you've got another three months worth of go-go
left in you.
It doesn't help that work is the very last thing I want to be concentrating on right now.
It's halfway through posting for femgenficathon
, and I confess I'm still at a bit of a loss for my prompt. Not because it isn't a good prompt (it's an excellent prompt) but because every worthwhile idea it sparks is, A) not about a female character, B) not about a canon character, or C) not really gen enough to qualify. *buries head in hands*
I did go see Mamma Mia
last week, and in general it was wonderful. Pierce Brosnan was the worst possible pick for the lead male role; he couldn't sing or dance to save his life, he never appeared to be into the role at all, and he generally just looked old, tired, and worn out. The killer combination of Meryl Streep, Julie Walters, and Christine Baranski as Donna, Rosie and Tanya was well worth the price of admission, though, and the enthusiasm the three of them brought to their roles was palpable. I only hope I'm as excited to see my girlfriends when I'm that age. The always squeeful Colin Firth was everything I wanted him to be, and even if he didn't sing and dance as much as I was hoping he would, the wet shirt scene and neon spandex credits made up for that and then some. And, you know, ABBA!
*is a dancing queen*
My Mamma Mia
experience was, however, marred by the two older (probably around 65 years old) women sitting behind me, one of which spent the majority of the two hours kicking the back of my chair like a five-year-old, and the other who wouldn't shut up and yapped to her friend throughout the entire film at a volume that probably carried through several rows of patrons. I'm also fairly certain there was a young girl in that same row a few seats down who was singing along with every song. All in all, not the best of all possible movie-theatre nights, but at least I was spared the drama of the Sex and the City
Is anyone else's LJ rich-text editor going all bananas? Mine no longer accepts links properly, and I have to go into the HTML and do them all manually. I know how to just fine, but it's just annoying. It also frequently summarily deletes random portions of my post when I flip between the rich-text and HTML editors. *is annoyed*