Daddy's on the ocean, running submarines

I slept nearly eleven hours last night. I really don't see how that explains the dreams of zombie apocalypse.

I've been tired all day, but after some busywork in the afternoon, it's been all right. I saw my husband briefly, in between roadshow presentations of The Hateful Eight (2015) in 70mm; I saw my cats, whose new favorite toy is the toilet paper roll, alas; rushthatspeaks ordered goat curry and chicken tikka masala pizza from Barbeque International for dinner with the result that I think we have a new favorite Indian restaurant, plus all the other stuff they serve. Choice of sides included basmati rice and waffle fries. I walked for about half an hour in the rain and I think it was good for me.

1. strange_selkie seems to have sent me a proto-Elamite Yule Goat. I'm all for it.

2. The Near Eastern art reminds me: I'm as out of touch with Yuletide as with everything else this year, but I should still like to point to a couple of pieces that got my attention. Cut for Tanith Lee, the goddess Tanit, Mary Renault, Lovecraft, other usual suspects.

( And that was when the roof fell in. )

3. I really love the picture of Jack Lemmon in this photoset by Bob Willoughby. It seems to have been taken on the set of a broad romantic comedy called Luv (1967), but I want to see the movie it really belongs to—the shadowy, low-rent one with cigarette smoke and carnivals. I thought it was a production photo until the internet told me otherwise.

4. I am aware that the qualities of movies and their marketing have often nothing to do with one another, but if the Ghostbusters reboot is even slightly as awesome as these posters, it should be a lot of fun at least.

5. I genuinely hope this joke actually happened.