Just a quick update…
Stacey is halfway to Florida, where she will meet up with the kids and spend Christmas with her family. I’m home for the week. I’m staying home primarily because I may need to go in to work. So it’s just me and the cats and a bunch of projects I hope to make a dent in.
Originally Stacey was going to take a rental car down, but Enterprise fucked us over so I told her to take mine instead. So I’m stuck with her car, which has bald and fraying tires. So I won’t be going out much. If anyone is interested in visiting me, feel free to drop me a line.
We went to see The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe, which I found enjoyably faithful to the book. There was some trepidation leading up to it, as I have gotten used to Disney shitting all over stories which are dear to me; but for once they got it right. Thank Eris for Peter Jackson and (gag) J.K. Rowling; they’ve made it safe for Holywood to make faithful adaptations of fantasy novels. Here’s hoping the trend holds out for awhile, at least long enough for a decent rendition of The Voyage of the Dawn Treader to be made. Of course I’d LOVE to see a loving and accurate adaptation of The Silver Chair, or The Horse and His Boy, but it’s hard to imagine anyone getting them right.
After I got home I broke down and cried for awhile. Not for any reason that I could clearly explain. The easy explanation is that I’m insane, and the only reason I’m not institutionalized is that mine is a terribly high-functioning insanity and I’ve learned to conceal it very effectively. But make no mistake, I’m nuts. And it hurts in ways I hardly ever let on.