| Poem for Saturday and Random Thoughts |
[Mar. 15th, 2003|10:06 am] |
( Reading 'Moby-Dick' at 30,000 Feet )
First of all, ![[info]](http://img.greatestjournal.com/userinfo.gif) ashinae killed me with fic last night after I was already dead for other reasons, and I forgot not to drink five cups of full-strength, non-decaf tea at the Chinese restaurant where my husband and I had excellent orange-peel shrimp after my parents volunteered to watch the kids, so I did not fall asleep until after 4:30 a.m. and I am completely brain dead.
Also I discovered yesterday that I had labeled Thursday's poem "Poem for Friday" -- sorry about that, it has been corrected.
So I finally saw Caravaggio. I'd read the BFI book on it, and seen lots of photos, and read cinzia's summary of it, but I still somehow had no idea how gay it would be. I mean, it is SO gay. Sean Bean is SO GAY. *gasping for breath* I am sure that at some point I will have intelligent things to say about it, because it's an utterly fascinating film, both in terms of fictional biography (I am tempted to call it Caravaggio RPS) and in terms of cinematography, but right now I can't get past the fact that Sean. Bean. Is. So. Gay.
Also, I bought the new Vanity Fair with The Slashiest Cover Ever. And Walking To Canterbury: A Modern Journey Through Chaucer's Medieval England, which I want to read before getting to London.
divineway and ashinae: Packaging and mailing them. You may worship me when you get them. Because I am:
The evil henchman.
Grow a spine, grow a brain, and get out of dodge.
That's the only way you're surviving this one.
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