Scott Andrew has put his finger on an issue I’ve been worried about myself. One of my main goals this year was to do a lot of reading, a lot of writing, a lot of learning… For the most part, it feels like I’ve just been doing a lot of websurfing. Maybe what I need is to boot the Net for a while. I’ve been doing a little of that for the last couple of days, and I’m about 150 pages into The Angel of Darkness, Caleb Carr’s sequel to The Alienist and a book that’s been sitting on my to-read pile for something like two years. This is yet another reminder that if I want to get back into the writing track, I need to do more reading. I miss reading text that isn’t backlit.
On Saturday K.C. and I went to see Bruce Almighty, which was a lot funnier than I expected. Jim Carrey’s scenery chewing gets on my nerves every so often, but he has a way of creating comic memes that is half endearing and half really annoying. Like the goofy gutteral “good” bit that keeps popping up. It’s so stupid, but it’s so much fun to do. Ugh. Then, last night, we tried watching The Truth About Charlie for, like, the fourth time. I have yet to see Charade, but I have every suspicion that it’s probably infinitely better than its remake. This wasn’t a horrible movie, but the director had a way of shooting certain scenes that transcended brilliance and went straight for godawfully irritating. I know understand why they don’t do full face-on shots in movies. They’re really frickin’ unnerving.
And on Sunday… Heh. On Sunday Nick B. and I spent almost the entire day playing Baldur’s Gate: Dark Alliance on the GameCube. It’s been a while since I blew an entire day playing video games. It’s good to be a dork sometimes.
Tomorrow: more client work, some work on Inkblots, and, with luck, more reading. Yee-ha.