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I think if I hadn't gotten home from work just now I would have gone to see 300 again tonight. It's really gotten under my skin, and I'd like to see it again with the hope of more brain function on my part if I'm not as flabbergasted as I was the first time. Of course, since I want to see it on IMAX this time, probably not so much.

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I just slept and slept and slept, becuase of the time change, no doubt. Now it's time to begin a day of utter domestic tedium.

writing/theatre stuff

So the screenplay with Kali is going really well. Early days yet, but I'm really happy with what we've managed to figure out so far with character and structure, and we are, thankfully, very much in agreement on trops we like and tropes we don't.

Meanwhile -- me and that damn book. *grumble*. I've realized yet another piece of arbitrary and perhaps not useful information, and that's that one of the secondary characters is The Guy Readers Will Fall in Love With. There's utterly no way to make him a more significant character in the piece, but as I'm working on it I can already hear the voice of anyone who reads it going, "but I want to know more about him." *grumble* Not that he isn't endlessly fascinating, but he lacks a dramatic narrative arc other than having to Put Up With Other People's Shit.

In the world of non-fiction, Associated Content is now giving payments for pageviews on top of what you get when you sell teh article in teh first place. This is good, largely because some of my articles that they paid the least for are of course the ones with the most page views. So ha.

Meanwhile, trying to do background work on Tuesday because that would be a right good pleasant thing (an opinion that will no doubt change when I actually do it. I am also thinking about whether I want to direct something full-length (not mine, probably classical) in the late summer.

I'm also looking forward to Lunacon next weekend as it looks like I won't have to be anywhere early in the morning and that the Snape panel stakebait has drafted me on to sems to be, esentially, in the middle of the night. Now I just have to come up with something to say, since it's theme relates the most of the fic I wrote that's no longer available because I realized it was the germ of my novel. Of course, acting as if I have nothing to say as regards anything related to Snape is the big stupid.

Oh yeah, and I should edit that thing I wrote about filth today for Snapecast.

Finaly, I've been staring at a grant application for about a week for the production of a full length play. The themes of the thing entirely fit with the themes that obsess me in everything in life, and I could easily send a short piece in to be reworked into a long piece, or I could branch off into something totally new -- but although I know what I'd like a totally new thing to be about, I don't have a remotely solid enough sense of it yet t start work.

As to the secret project of "my real name will never grace these pages" I am drawing little structural charts and awaiting research (dreaded research) materials from someone.

Still need to write the damn fish story. Would probably be more motivated if I knew where I was going to submit it to.

Peripherally wisihing I was still capable of writing poetry, but I really think I'm not.

Wondering what to do with the scads of stuff I've written about fencing so far, but realize I'm miles, if not years away from finding a hook for it.

I've become busy in the truly oddest of ways lately.

Also: Celiac Disease Six Months Later: http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976928959

things I did not expect

300 may be the most divisive film since American Beauty.

More "how the fuck could you possibily think that?" conversations than I could possibly have imagined.

Rome

Finally caught up with last week's episode and tonight's.

Dear God, Octavian is FUCKED UP. Also his little bride? Creeeepy. She seemed to like the idea of being whipped and then she bit the head off of that roast bird.

I sort of feel bad for Antony, but I'm really looking forward to the intense insanity of his relationship with Cleopatra.

Predictably I have quite the thing for Maecenas. Anyone who wants to write me utterly gratuitous fic about him and those two random whores (the boy and the girl) in his litter before that meeting with Posca (omg, I can't believe POsca married Jocasta!) I would owe some sort of vaguely inappropriate debt to.

Eirene's death was really sad.

And damn, Lindsay Duncan is an astounding actress.

Must never really discuss this matter of Pullo biting out someone's tongue ever again though.