Ceci n'est pas une guerre

[yendi]

I'm running on about three hours of sleep today, and dealing with a ton at work. And, as always, unable to access Strife until Jintek changes webhosts. And my other game, Kings of Chaos (join my army here, join other armies here, spay and neuter your pets, etc) isn't exactly as time-consuming. So I'm just at my computer, processing tons of work, with no good distractions (and no time for serious ones, anyway).

But I can do some web browsing. Which takes me to Rich Johnston breaking the story of the Neverwhere Comic!, which is the format the story should have been told in in the first place (although getting the miniseries done followed by the novel probably did more for Neil's career).

Anyone looking for supplements to my last two posts would be well-advised to read vidicon's post over here. As well as Tom Tomorrow's blog over here. Hell, just read something that isn't in USA Today, and you're about ten steps ahead of the sheep.

In other news, I read Suzi Gablik's book on Magritte this weekend. It's a book that's both essential and horribly flawed. Gablik lived with Magritte and his wife. On the one hand, she has an insight into his work that's unmatched. On the other, she's not always capable of stepping back from his work properly. Then again, it's pretty much a can't win situation. But it's worth a read, especially if you're a fan of either surrealism or Wittgenstein. The book is out of print, alas.

I need an icon for talking about art. In spite of living in a museum-challenged city (remind me to once again scoff at the High for bragging for months about their special limited time, pay-extra-money-to-see-it Van Gogh exhibit which had THREE FUCKING VAN GOGHS!), I intend to do what I can to stay abreast of both contemporary and classical art happenings. I grew up a stone's throw from the Whitney, Guggenheim, and Met, and I miss that. As far as I'm concerned, the number of museums in a city has a direct relation to how civilized that city is.

Saw Cheaper by the Dozen this weekend. It didn't suck as much as it could have. It was, however, about four plotlines, eighty laughs, and ten tears short of being Parenthood (which not only was probably the best family comedy of my lifetime, but also had its poster art swiped for the CbtD poster. Nor does it compare to the original or the novel. Good cast though. All of the kids were wonderful (even the older ones). But, as a co-worker of mine says, Steve Martin is too good to watch in mediocre movies. And there's a laundry list of crap that makes this film something to avoid spending hard-earned cash on.

Horror movie folks who want to vote on the best "Horrorine" can do so in cassielander's poll over here. No, I'm not telling you who I voted for (you can check, of course, but I don't want to campaign). But it's not who you might expect (unless you saw my suggestion in the initial balloting, of course).

And finally, huge props to yuki_onna, who landed a killer book deal!

And the iTunes radio station I'm listening to just starting playing my favorite Styx song. So I must finish this song and zone out to synthesizers.

Comments

[beachsomewhere.livejournal.com]

It's been years since I read that Suzi Gablik book, but I recall liking it quite a lot. Then again, Gablik was my first in-depth exposure to Magritte, so I'm a bit biased myself. ;)

And yeah... I f*cking hate the lack of Actual Museums in this town. The High is pathetic. Sometimes, however, one takes what one can get... sigh.