Clash of the…What?
So yesterday I fell from grace. I got Duras’s Wartime Writings for me…and Clash of the Titans for the kids. Standing there in the store, I felt a wash of nostalgia so deep and huge it was a wonder I didn’t drown, and I showed the UnSullen One the DVD as he came around the corner.
“OhmiGod.” His eyes got really, really big. “I remember that movie.”
When a 32-year-old urban fantasy mom and a skateboarding teen both get misty-eyed over the same movie, you know you have Cinema Gold, my dears.
I brought it home, of course, and the kids were entranced. “It looks kind of fake,” the Princess said.
“That’s because they didn’t have CGI,” I replied.
“CGI?”
“Computer Generated…” I lose my train of thought, staring at Maggie Smith as Thetis and imagining Miss McGonagall sorting Zeus right out. “…stuff.”
“That would be CGS,” the Muffin chimes in, between cracks about Ursula Andress.
Of course the UnSullen One has to get involved. “Is that like CRS, only on the screen?”
Jeez. Welcome to my life.
Weasel Boy is going down. I’ve got two and a half scenes to finish and I’ll have a rough draft. Gods willing, that will happen today. *stretches, jogs in place*
Wish me luck.
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