What if something happens to you? It's the Zone

I am very definitely sick. My throat feels like sandstone, I cough whenever I forget to pay attention to it, and my brain seems to have been sponged away. It was worth attending the last night of A Man for All Seasons anyway. (derspatchel reflects on the production and the wildlife of the Factory Theatre.) I am about to pack up my computer and head to the HFA for Stalker (1979), because I think that will also be worth it. I hope I did something useful at the Readercon meeting. It has been the kind of day where following sentences feels like a mental marathon.

strange_selkie appears to have found the only picture in Tilda Swinton's career where she looks like me. I've seen Jarman's Caravaggio (1986). I think it's just that frame. But in a rare moment of batting away Tiny Richardson, my hair totally does that sometimes.

(In related news, here we have Cate Blanchett evidently starring as Rosen from The Desert Peach.)

Almost none of these portraits work for me, because never mind the modern clothes, the faces are all wrong for the 1860's, but then there's Elijah Wood and I kind of want to get him together with Phineas Gage.

Traditionally I've wanted more in the way of earth and moss and wildness, but if someone directs a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream with the fairies costumed like this, I'll go see it. Fourth one down especially. That is for me an acceptable Titania. Out of this wood do not desire to go.

Into the cold again.