My loathing is inspired by all the work I just did ferreting wild raspberry canes out of my front yard, along with clearing the rest of the undesirable brush that's been nagging at me since the snow melted. During winter, when there were three feet of snow on the ground, I was marvelously unconcerned about the brush; but now that it was visible again something had to be done, and today was the first day on which I finally had nice weather and no work or crises to deal with.
Now there's a pile of brush at the end of the driveway, and I am sitting at the computer in shorts and a t-shirt and sweating my ass off. But the front yard looks great.
I pulled as many raspberry canes out by the roots as I could. I know I didn't get them all; they'll be back--but they'll have to work for it. That'll have to do.
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Tomorrow is Good Friday, and for the first time since 2012 I'm not going to be singing in choir at the Tenebrae service. I've been too busy (and dealing with, again, too many crises) to attend practice.
On the plus side the people in charge of it all are understanding folks, so they're not going to cast me out.
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I had a dream that the evil church lady in Resurrection was a member of my church, and she told me that I couldn't come to church any more because of poor attendance. Yeah, I don't have any anxiety at all; why do you ask?
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Of late I've had a hankering to watch Wings of Honneamise again. My wife probably would not enjoy the movie very much, though you never know. It's kind of arty, made by Gainax when they were just starting out and got big money from Bandai to make the show. It predates Gainax's tendency to have massive train-wreck endings, at least, but there are some scenes which don't make sense unless you either made the movie, or have seen it as many times as I have. (Yes, I'm primarily talking about the attempted rape scene. It's jarring, but it makes sense if you understand the characters.)
Still, it's an f-ing cool story about people trying to put a man in orbit using technology from approximately our 1940s, and the alternate society backdrop is so detailed it defies easy description.
And the ending--people I've known have said it was too arty, too 2001-ish, but I love it to pieces. The soundtrack is amazing, too, being composed of some unique elements that make it sound like it was written by someone with an entirely different musical history than ours. (I'd like to see the sheet music.)
Anyway, most of the time awards are indicators of how bad something is, but this movie deserved every award it won, because it's really good. It's what established Gainax's chops as an anime studio; sometimes I think their need to top it is why we got so many train wrecks out of them.
If someone else had produced Evangelion, all else being equal it would be widely considered disastrous nonsense.
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We had originally planned to make this the week we watched all five Tolkien movies, back-to-back-to-back-to-back-to-back: An Unexpected Journey, Desolation of Smaug, Fellowship of the Ring, The Two Towers, and Return of the King.
...which would only have taken about 18, 19 hours. We slept until late afternoon on Tuesday; Mrs. Fungus had a doc appointment early Wednesday afternoon and if we'd attempted it we would have still be watching movies when it was time to leave for the doc's office. I said that we could always break them up into chunks, watch a couple at a sitting, but Mrs. Fungus wants the geek cred. I pointed out that if we wait until about this time next year, we'll have 24 hours' worth of movies to watch.
So, maybe next week, or the week after. We'll see.