Lilith Saintcrow

* caught almost up on email
* done the newsletter just begging to be finished, with the news about the contests and Steelflower
* emailed the agent about Stuff
* read my flist
* almost had severe crying jag over page proofs
* had peanut-butter toast with a sliced banana
* wished I could crawl under a rock and sleep for at lease twelve more hours

Yesterday I finished the tweaking on Steelflower (again and hopefully for the last time). I ignored everything else that might get in the way of me FINISHING THAT BLOODY ROUND OF REVISIONS. The day before THAT (Saturday) I spent at the bookstore, mostly, then came home and was an absolute shambling bear (H and D were over, and had to put up with my bad temper. I hope it didn’t put them off.) before ducking out to run the Sullen Teen to a friend’s house, then meet the Kiwi for dinner (at the Jerusalem Cafe, no less. All hail hummus and Chicken on Fire) before we went and saw Factory Girl. Which I liked–Guy Pearce as Andy Warhol? Dude, sign me up. Hayden Christensen as the thinly-veiled Bob Dylan was so, so wrong, mostly because Sienna Miller can make even Christensen look sexy and that is JUST PLAIN WRONG WRONG WRONG after he couldn’t even work up enough juice to seem interested in Natalie Portman. But maybe that was George Lucas’s fault, not his. We all know my views on the last three Star Wars movies filmed.

As for Guy Pearce–he can make the line “You’re the boss, applesauce” hawt. This is wrong and sad and bad and so, so good. If loving Guy Pearce onscreen is wrong, I don’t want to be right. He’s like Adrien Brody or Daniel Craig. Just sign me up and watch me drool.

Ahem. Well, about the movie: weird camera angles, turned into a morality play, heavily fictionalized, of course the sexually-active and independent girl has to be Punished, and poor poor Edie was messed-up, we all knew that. On the other hand, Sienna Miller is gorgeous, and Pearce is a believable Warhol. As I remarked coming out of the theater, “Warhol was a great, absolutely marvy artist. But I am so glad I didn’t know him.”

The Kiwi snorted and replied, “Yeah. A few decades of gladness.” Referring to the fact that I couldn’t have known him even if I tried, being of a Totally Different Generation.

The rest of today will be spent hopefully getting some sanity back. You know it’s bad when I choose a Monday to relax after the weekend. Argh.

Oh, and Selkie? You know that shortie that’s trying to be a novel?

Told you so.

*ducks thrown object and scampers*

Hee.

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