I think I may have finally figured out this writing thing. This week's ten page submission to my writing class came off as pretty close to perfect, by all reviewers. So, yay! This is in contrast to one of my newer classmates, whose entry I reading aloud to hoshikage
and Wonderful Husband. Let us just say, mass hilarity ensued. Very purple prose, worse than me at my very worst. Also a lot of "wait, that sentence doesn't make any sense."
So, in summation, ego-stoking has been achieved this week. And hoshikage
and I went to see Rise of the Guardians at the cheapie theater tonight, so now she has seen it and also loves it. And I have seen it... five times now. I'm going to go for at least six, since Wonderful Husband is interested in seeing it again (a rarity!) now that it's $2. Though hoshikage
and I actually went for a 3D showing, which at this theater costs a whole $4. Totally bank-breaking. :)
And, filed under "the universe trying to piss me off," Michael Bay is apparently going to work with Megan Fox for the Ninja Turtles film. What, they couldn't work together for DotM and consequently gave the film about HALF of its long, long list of sins by introducing Carly as a piss-poor Mikaela replacement, but the two of them can work together again to ruin another of my childhood loves? I have not got the words for this. I really, really don't.