twihard 3: with a vengeance

Saw "Eclipse" last night. It was better than the previous two, thank god. They seem to have figured out somewhat how to do makeup (ie, no more bits of skin showing behind Pattinson's ears and under his jawline), but still cannot find a lipstick that doesn't clash with everything and make him look like he's been slobbering all over a raspberry Danish between takes. Kristen whatshername and Pattinson still have the absolute least chemistry of any pair of actors ever. "Twilight with Cheeseburgers" still infinitely more entertaining, but at least this time movie was seen with booze (I had a sangria, and it was lovely).

Also, for the record: In all my life as a Seattle-ite, I have seen the kind of rain they showed at the beginning of the movie exactly once - in a summer downfall about seven years ago that shocked the living hell out of everyone I knew. That kind of rain is not normal Seattle rain. That kind of rain is, in my humble experience, an instant summer downpour, usually found somewhere like New Hampshire (sure as hell where I found it) and it lasts about five minutes and then vanishes.

And why do they say vampires turn to dust, when it is clear that they actually turn into plaster? These are the mysteries that filled my mind throughout the movie. As well as "why am I here?" and "is it actually possible for people to find it attractive that these people look so completely uninterested in kissing each other? And what are the odds that the vampires are all built like the anatomically-challenged Ken dolls they otherwise resemble?"

...Oh, and that's the damned ugliest engagement ring I have ever seen. tavern_wench1 rightly called it a jewel-encrusted cockroach. nightsinger pointed out that it would be impossible to wear a wedding band with it. I just thought of Tiffany's selling a reproduction to all the goggle-eyed Twihards who will be making their fiances (who are already encouraged to stick their hands in the fridge before touching them) buy said reproduction. And then I shuddered a little. Well. A lot.

Now, it is quite hot again (still) in my apartment, so I am going to get dressed, find my netbook's cord, and run away to a cafe for a good part of the day, because I think that's the only way I'm actually going to get anything done.

shopping achievements of a sort

Spent a few hours holed up in Bauhaus Coffee writing, then wandered for a while. Got some compliments on my white paper parasol (including one from a guy who called it a 'parasail,' which was amusing), and then ended up (as one does) at Half Price Books, thinking "I'll just check to see if they have any movie art or tv books I can't live without, and then leave." Because I live in hope that somewhere there are art books for "Pan's Labyrinth," the first "Hellboy" movie, and, yes, B5. (Shut up - concept art is one of my passions, and I long to own whatever exists of it for anything I love.)

They did not have any of the above, nor any other movie art-books that I wanted, but they did have a huge, gorgeous hard-cover collected art-book for the "Hellboy" comics. $50, for sketches and drawings and so on that aren't published anywhere else? I did what any psychotic collector would do - I made the nice man get it out of the case for me, and then told him to hold onto it while I checked downstairs for some manga that The Boy wanted. Which was where, wandering in the "media tie-in" section, I found a $5 copy of what looks like a terribly bad B5 comic called "The Price of Peace." I tried not to buy it. I really did. But at $5, my collecting neurosis wouldn't let me leave it. Mock me if you wish, but I take pleasure in the fact that between the price and the under-the-ground level of my expectations, I cannot help but be at least tolerably satisfied.

And now, eating cold grapes and trying to get a bit more writing in before The Boy gets home from a Saturday stint at the office.