Now, where were we: Crafts, markets and movies

[bironic]

So, yes. Laptop has been rehabilitated, but vidding computer is confirmed broken. I opened it up, reseated the memory cards, and still no luck booting. The hard drive should be fine so at least the data's not lost, but there are four or five VsIP that I want to be working on—two of which have approaching deadlines. Since my familial version of tech support is in another state, it's going to be a while before it's fixed.

On the bright side, when I got home Monday, Ronon was waiting for me. (back) Thanks, sabinelagrande!

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I visited Eastern Market for the first time on Saturday morning before the sun turned to broil. It's like a baby Spitalfields: one butcher, one baker, one fishmonger, one cheese shop, etc., in an old brick building, with a row of produce stalls and arts and crafts outside. I picked up a beautiful cutting board and my sister's birthday present along with some fresh food: half a loaf of sourdough, a piece of gingerbread, double Gloucester cheese with chives, lamb and rosemary sausage, slim asparagus, string beans, and the ingredients to make synn's no-fail prosciutto/fennel/provolone biscuits. Mm.

Oh, I am suddenly aching for London.

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New Netflix subscription continues apace. The streaming player skips and freezes on my machine a lot; I wonder if this is normal, browser-related, or a result of the spyware clog I'm battling. [ETA:] Ha, irony. [/ETA] Anyway, this weekend I tried:

• A Boy and his Dog. Holy crap, I never knew that's what this was about. I thought it was about a boy and his dog! Knowing Harlan Ellison wrote the story on which it's based would have been a clue. Fabulous story, fabulous world-building, all the better because so much of it was shown and implied instead of spelled out ten times. In lesser but still significant Holy crap!, I never knew Don Johnson could make more than two facial expressions and have actual inflection in his voice.
  
  My first fannish thought after watching was, where is the SGA version where John Sheppard is abducted and gagged and tied to a bed while a bunch of strangers who want his genes milk his semen? Then I thought, wait, there are a dozen of those already, and they're great. And then I wondered whether any were inspired by this.



• Ink, a low-budget fantasy film reminiscent of Neil Gaiman that tried really hard and almost made it. Interesting mythology, lots of fighting, nice strong women, a neat choreographed sequence with an oddball character, and a twist that didn't quite twist for being transparent.



• Fantastic Planet, an animated French film from the '70s about giant aliens who treat humans as vermin and pets, and which is supposed to be an allegory for the Soviet occupation of Czechoslovakia. I could comment further on the latter if I knew more about the history than what I learned from Stoppard's Rock 'n' Roll. Reminds me of reading Animal Farm in school before we'd been taught about communism.

Comments

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

I saw Fantastic Planet when I was a kid and I had no clue that there was any sort of political symbolism going on .

[bironic.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't have known now if the back of the disc hadn't alerted me.

Great icon!

[chocolate-frapp.livejournal.com]

thank you. :)

[sabinetzin]

Hurrah, tiny Ronon! TBH, I was a little afraid that his hair would end in disaster.

[bell]

Have to say: SO CUTE.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Instead, it ends in BEADS. It is so soft.

[synn.livejournal.com]

tiny ronon is awesome!

I love the cutting board, and all the food you got is making me want something far better than my tunafish sandwich for dinner *tiny violin*

alas for the vidding computer, though.

[bironic.livejournal.com]

Mm, tuna. There were tuna steaks at the seafood counter at the supermarket and I was thinking about our conversation about not quite knowing a way to cook them properly. I made a pork tenderloin tonight, but I started it so late (a little late at work, plus conversation in the garage with coworkers, plus going food shopping, plus deciding to roast brussels sprouts first) that I ended up eating something else instead. But you've reminded me to put it away in the fridge (which I just typed as "fridget"), so thanks.

Aw, tiny violin. Tiny Ronon can play it.