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Inspiration
Jun. 5th, 2010 09:45 amLast night was KMM, or rather, KMN- Korean movie night at CrazyChris' place. The movie was 'I'm a Cyborg and that's Ok' and it was a lovely surrealist romp. Surrealism always makes me happy, movies that leave other people asking afterwards, 'but what actually happened? What was real there and what wasn't?' always sort of prove their own point to my mind; also my life *feels* like that, so there's a lot of validation I get there that I don't get from linear-chronological literally 'real' movies.
There were also a ton of people there, and it was cool. Beforehand CrazyChris was playing a game called 'God of War,' (the latest incarnation, can't remember which number it was) which, on his projector screen especially, was pretty epic. I don't know about the gameplay -- not my thing -- but I loved the way they successfully conveyed the scale of the, um, 'bad guys'. The PC was climbing up some of these gods, there were panning shots and pieces of him jumping from one limb to the other-- I was pleasantly impressed. Didn't see enough to be able to slag the story, the dialogue was painful but what's new, and I didn't touch a controller, so it was all good. Had a bit of a conversation the other night with the Writer while we were painting over video games as a story-telling medium-- always, in my mind, with a (vs roleplaying or vs timefiller/risk-reward-button-pusher) hanging onto some level of consciousness and so I'm watching this stuff with an eye to that.
Where was I going with this, though? Last night was nice. This morning was an honest-to-goodness morning off, nothing I need to do by noon or 4 or anything, so it was lovely to wake up and go straight to, well, to setting up my altar, to be honest. Somewhere in the last couple of years I've caved, gone from calling it a focal space to an altar, but it has accumulated a weight of holiness in that time too. Yeah, I'm throwing these big words around, and I'm comfortable with that, but you can rest assured that whatever you think I mean, it's probably wrong. In any case, my house feels homier now.
Then I went out into the garden and used up the last of my potting soil getting the tomatoes into big permanent homes. I'm eying a weedy corner of the yard for a couple of extra tomato plants and a couple of extra zucchini plants, and maybe even some okra-- don't want to disturb the chickweed completely there but I can plant through it I think. Better set out transplants rather than direct seeding though.
Now: breakfast. Whee!
There were also a ton of people there, and it was cool. Beforehand CrazyChris was playing a game called 'God of War,' (the latest incarnation, can't remember which number it was) which, on his projector screen especially, was pretty epic. I don't know about the gameplay -- not my thing -- but I loved the way they successfully conveyed the scale of the, um, 'bad guys'. The PC was climbing up some of these gods, there were panning shots and pieces of him jumping from one limb to the other-- I was pleasantly impressed. Didn't see enough to be able to slag the story, the dialogue was painful but what's new, and I didn't touch a controller, so it was all good. Had a bit of a conversation the other night with the Writer while we were painting over video games as a story-telling medium-- always, in my mind, with a (vs roleplaying or vs timefiller/risk-reward-button-pusher) hanging onto some level of consciousness and so I'm watching this stuff with an eye to that.
Where was I going with this, though? Last night was nice. This morning was an honest-to-goodness morning off, nothing I need to do by noon or 4 or anything, so it was lovely to wake up and go straight to, well, to setting up my altar, to be honest. Somewhere in the last couple of years I've caved, gone from calling it a focal space to an altar, but it has accumulated a weight of holiness in that time too. Yeah, I'm throwing these big words around, and I'm comfortable with that, but you can rest assured that whatever you think I mean, it's probably wrong. In any case, my house feels homier now.
Then I went out into the garden and used up the last of my potting soil getting the tomatoes into big permanent homes. I'm eying a weedy corner of the yard for a couple of extra tomato plants and a couple of extra zucchini plants, and maybe even some okra-- don't want to disturb the chickweed completely there but I can plant through it I think. Better set out transplants rather than direct seeding though.
Now: breakfast. Whee!
