Tuesday, October 6, 2009
It's gray out there. Or is that grey? I know one of them is British and one is not-British but I can never remember which one and also, I like British things so probably "gray" is British. Let's see...nope. Gray is the U.S. form. I've been assimilated at last. Oh, well.
Speaking of assimilated, saw District 9 yesterday. Was quite impressed at how they created a movie about "otherness" and "monsters" by crafting a patchwork movie equal parts horror, Frontline-esque documentary, sci-fi action/adventure, and love story. My sister expressed reservations to me about it before I saw it, but she didn't tell me why. I would imagine it was the action/adventure bit. She has trouble with stories that end in hero versus bad guy scenarios when she expects something more nuanced. (See end of Fellowship of the Ring: Aragorn versus Head Uruk-Hai.) I was wrong about gray, though, and could be wrong about this. Perhaps she has something against documentaries.
Elsewhere, Maud Newton posted a while back about the evolutionary, and possible writerly, advantages of depression. This person disagrees. Myself, I find depression a useful, greyish-tinged, troll who says dumb, sad, sometimes wise things about the universe. He speaks in a British accent, of course. He also lives under a bridge, as most depressed people do. His name is Steve.
This is what Douglas Adams' depression looked like.
Finally, free books! One of which has a maimed rabbit on it's cover.