further useless news
Jul. 8th, 2003 01:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmLittle Kitty just scratched my foot open. Shitty timing.
Someone told me today that my headshot looks Chekovian. I don't know what to make of that.
The good news about the mystery pain in my leg is that it's clearly from the show -- I do a lot of little kid stomping around and now I'm feeling it in both legs tonight.
The bad news is the fact that this is aggravating the amorphous achiness I've had in my joints (mostly my knees) for a couple of months now. It's always been a matter of times with my knees, but thrilled I am not.
I feel I should also note I am watching An Awfully Big Adventure, which isn't terribly good, but is of course a film of the wonderful Beryl Bainbridge novel, which was given to me as a gift while I was still in private school, which is to say I was at the oldest an early teen.
I cannot recall who gave it to me or why, although I'm nearly sure it was not my parents and might have been a gift of congratulations for some academic achievement (the school gave books with inscriptions, instead of trophies and it was a habit mimicked by the students' friends and associates).
I don't remember the book well, although it has always stayed with me. Watching the film of it now at this particular moment in my life, I am struck by how little of it I understood at the time (which is a rare occurance, Careful He Might Hear You is the only other thing I can think of where I did not get pivotal details of it because of my oft-ignored innocence) and how sad a thing it is. It makes me wonder if it was a gift of intent, a discouragement as it were from running off to the necessarily unwholesome life of performing. And if so, I would so very much like to remember who gave it to me.
I think it's still on a shelf in my old bedroom in my parents' home.
Someone told me today that my headshot looks Chekovian. I don't know what to make of that.
The good news about the mystery pain in my leg is that it's clearly from the show -- I do a lot of little kid stomping around and now I'm feeling it in both legs tonight.
The bad news is the fact that this is aggravating the amorphous achiness I've had in my joints (mostly my knees) for a couple of months now. It's always been a matter of times with my knees, but thrilled I am not.
I feel I should also note I am watching An Awfully Big Adventure, which isn't terribly good, but is of course a film of the wonderful Beryl Bainbridge novel, which was given to me as a gift while I was still in private school, which is to say I was at the oldest an early teen.
I cannot recall who gave it to me or why, although I'm nearly sure it was not my parents and might have been a gift of congratulations for some academic achievement (the school gave books with inscriptions, instead of trophies and it was a habit mimicked by the students' friends and associates).
I don't remember the book well, although it has always stayed with me. Watching the film of it now at this particular moment in my life, I am struck by how little of it I understood at the time (which is a rare occurance, Careful He Might Hear You is the only other thing I can think of where I did not get pivotal details of it because of my oft-ignored innocence) and how sad a thing it is. It makes me wonder if it was a gift of intent, a discouragement as it were from running off to the necessarily unwholesome life of performing. And if so, I would so very much like to remember who gave it to me.
I think it's still on a shelf in my old bedroom in my parents' home.
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Date: 2003-07-08 07:47 am (UTC)Is the movie pretty true to the book?