Pancakes are generally rolled up!
This weekend was full of bobcat. I managed to salvage that portion of Sunday which involved seeing Jack Clayton's Something Wicked This Way Comes (1983) and The Bespoke Overcoat (1956) at the Harvard Film Archive with
gaudior and
rushthatspeaks, and today made a huge leap forward at the point where
derspatchel took me to dinner at The Friendly Toast and then to a late showing of Moonrise Kingdom (2012)—which I loved, better, I think, than any other Wes Anderson I've seen so far—but in general the last four days have not been among the best. I have, at least, as of this writing, a working computer with a hard drive I didn't have to pay for and all the data I backed up with extreme paranoia on Friday. There are some internet-related problems I will have to address, but not until the morning. Ditto the oh, God number of e-mails I have to answer. Kalliope, muse of epics, pray for me.
strange_selkie sent me this for whenever I came back online: the seven highly productive habits of Alan Turing. Don't forget about chaining your tea mug to the radiator.
Hello. I'm going to bed.
Hello. I'm going to bed.

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Thank you! So am I. There are things I can deal with a lot better if I have all my stories where I left them and my music accessible.
Add Something Wicked to the Ever-Expanding- To-Watch-List; can't believe I've never seen it, given how much I love the novel.
It's a very, very mixed film; it suffers from needing to be a Disney movie—it felt sometimes like something that had been assembled from the parts of a more comprehensive, it not necessarily more faithful, much darker adaptation—and from being made in the early years of modern special effects, which frustrates me especially since Clayton himself had proved twenty years ago that the greatest effects of the uncanny are achieved by having as little wrong as possible. There is a scene in The Innocents which is chilling simply because of the way the light lingers in a character's eyes. Something Wicked This Way Comes has animated green smoke and a lot of bluescreen. Jonathan Pryce, however, makes a wonderful Mr. Dark. Watch for him and the scene in the library with Mr. Holloway and hum with your fingers in your ears the rest of the time if necessary.
May Kalliope be kind to you.
I like this blessing.