Went with the young literary man-friend to see The Men Who Stare at Goats
tonight. It is funny fluff, enlivened considerably by the fact that Ewan McGregor having played Obi-Wan Kenobi allows the movie to make some very knowing in-jokes. (Although, ten years after The Phantom Menace
, Ewan still looks like crap in a desert.) Unfunny things: wholesale, unnoticed, and uncritiqued appropriation of various elements of Native American and Asian practices and belief systems, by the U.S. Army no less. I do think, though, that the movie does have a minor point embedded in the fluff, namely that the U.S. invading Iraq in 2003, and thinking that everything was going to be sunshine & daisies thereafter, were both as bullshit as the psychic soldiers concept. But that might just be me, seeing that I called bullshit on the Iraq war since at least 2002, when they started trying to soften up the public and sell it to the media.
Dad and I wimped out on the Y12K, which I think is okay since I probably would have finished in major pain and/or torn a muscle in either or both of my legs (I've been doing better at stretching before and after I run, but need to do both more), but we have made plans to do a Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning. Given that yesterday and today the high was 71 degrees F, I'm not worried about the weather. Also apparently my running shoes have been worn completely through the sole by my running in them. I am proud of myself, I won't deny.
Finally, in honor of NaNoWriMo, the AO3 and the fact that I've volunteered to be a tag wrangler for about a dozen anime/manga/video game fandoms, I present the return of the first lines meme: daughter of the first lines meme!
Currently I'm at 18172 words with NaNo. I'm about to reopen my document and plunk out some more words, and while I was running today I had an amazing brainwave that will make the backstory 100% more awesome, and possibly open the door to a kickass related book, but I've obviously fallen off the pace and, given grad school apps, don't think I'll get back on to finish. Still, this is more than I've done in my previous two NaNo attempts combined (confession: all of my NaNo attempts have been the same story), and I'm pleased.
ETA: Did a search in my document for "maybe" in light of this post on diction
and found that only my upwardly mobile lower class character, and the person who spends too much time with her, used "maybe." I wish I could claim that was entirely conscious on my part. Still, a great post. /ETA( Okay, for real this time )