March 10th, 2013

Good Omens

It's about "Darkman," so it calls for an explosion icon

Hi. Still waking up. Feels like whatever sprang forward last night stepped on me.

But! I can think and I can type. And yesterday was a nice day.

Before yesterday, of course, was Friday. Another work day, which I ended differently than I've been lately by going out afterward. For now I can stay up later, and to take advantage of that I went to a late-ish film at the Laurelhurst: its revival showing of the Sam Raimi action film Darkman (1990). Deeply hammy, that one; I had to remind myself that several of the actors in it are actually good (Liam Neeson! Frances McDormand! Colin Friels channeling a future jackass version of Seth MacFarlane!), but the whole point of that film was to be old-fashioned and melodramatic and, um, yell-y. Helps keep the actors from getting lost among the explosions and wild camera moves. Larry Drake as emergency backup bad guy Robert G. Durant is still a blast, even removed from the 1990 context of the film where at the same time, he was also playing the gentle assistant Benny on L.A. Law. My screening had a lot of not-entirely-intended laughter...and, criminally, NO CHEER FOR BRUCE CAMPBELL'S CAMEO AT THE END. For shame, Oregonians! Your favorite adoptive Oregonian appears on screen looking tragic, you cheer!

Anyway, I still kind of like the film (and have a soft spot for Danny Elfman's Max Steiner-on-steroids score -- though I got home wanting to listen not to that score, but the much gentler score to Edward Scissorhands that Elfman wrote later that year), but I agree more with Peter David and his assessment of the film.
  • Current Music
    The Ramones, "Do You Remember Rock and Roll Radio." ROCK! \o/
Walking

Saturday, Saturday, Saturday

My goal each blood donation day is to be in a good mood. I react to losing a pint of blood kind of the way people react to having alcohol: my emotions get hyped. At one of my early donations, I made the mistake of reading the climax of Ender's Game while at the Red Cross donation center. EVEN KNOWING WHAT WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN, I got saddish.

So donation days are about me treating myself especially well, and being jaunty about it, because why not emphasize that? So before I donated, I treated myself to my first Big-Ass Sandwich in a while. I was the first customer on Saturday, even (I got the Caesar-salad sandwich with ham), and was able to make recommendations to first-time customers giving BAS a try. It gladdened me to see a whole family, also among the first customers that day, gathered around the end of their pickup's bed eating sandwiches like they were at a tailgate party. Family bonding over good food!

I was jaunty and joke-y at the donation center, too. Also made sure to show off my Can't Stop the Serenity 2012 T-shirt (drawn by Mike Russell). The sun outside helped: I paused before going in just to soak in some light. Vitamin D is a good thing, one of the best things...

The afternoon, post-donation, I spent hanging out in North and Northeast Portland: up to a library to use wifi, walking around to see more of the neighborhood near that library -- Portland Community College's Cascade campus, Jefferson High School, and a clever bit of street art where someone had glued dozens of pennies onto a square of sidewalk:

Coins North Portland

My need to gather coins meant I did try to pick up a coin. To my credit, I only tried to pick up one.

After that, I dropped in on cousins of mine -- my cousin Steph, her husband Paul and their daughter Eloisa -- who live not far from there, because I wanted to see if it was okay to drop in unexpectedly. Yes it is, but I'll try to give them more notice in the future, because politeness. Still, nice to visit, and yay for having more family close! They're fostering chickens for friends of theirs, so I got to meet the chickens in their coop in the backyard. I admire a creature that can sleep standing up. I'm not coordinated enough for that. I also got fuzz therapy with their dog Rufus. My family members have had generally good luck with good dogs. (By the way, we're mostly dog people.)

Then some shopping errands, then home in time to watch the Portland Timbers allllllllllllllmost tie a game against the Montreal Impact but not quite make it to that. I did some yelling and cringing. Soccer does that. Or rather, I let soccer do that to me. Heck, I can always be more used to disappointment. It should make any eventual victories sweeter.
Whale fluke

Whoa! A person I see on TV was in a place! A real one!

Downtown today: Powell's to buy kradical's novel Leverage: The Zoo Job, the central library to get another book -- and get wifi at various places because I have an iPad and I need not to be afraid to use it *grins* -- and then Kenny & Zukes, because matzoh ball soup needed to get into me. I should have it more, and hey, I had a chance to have it. Now it's digesting.

While I was waiting for it, I read at a counter. Then an actor I recognized came in, and stopped at the to-go counter in front of me. The actor is a cast member from Grimm, a fantasy-procedural that I've been enjoying and which shoots in Portland.

GOSSIP WILL NOT COMMENCE HERE. And even if something gossip-worthy had happened at Kenny & Zukes, I like to think I wouldn't blog about it, because: I don't want to be the Make A Big Deal Person.

My God! A person needs food! And is getting it from a food provider! And, when he isn't eating, gets in front of cameras and does a job that, of course, just happens to be seen by large numbers of people all over the country. The cast of Grimm has earned its reputation about being open and friendly to fans, viewers and people in general -- I know people who vouch for them being good people -- but I didn't want to test that. I worried I'd be obnoxious about it. I got (and get, present tense) worried I'd make it All About Me, as I keep worrying I'd do. "Hey! I'm someone you don't know who sees you! Trust me, not in a creepy way or anything!" Or "Whooooooa! You have such a cool job and it's so cool you do it here!" I keep in mind that a job is a job is a job. Beyond that, would I have anything to say to the person? Probably, actually, because you can always find ways to connect to others. I did that (when I could) at my newspaper reporter job: try to be ready to talk to anyone about anything, sometimes with very little prep. But a star of almost anything on television gets those encounters all. The. Time. And doesn't necessarily want to be meeting and greeting the world. I know I wouldn't.

He did meet with a couple of people at the to-go counter. Then he got his food and got going, and now I feel like I'm gossiping just saying that, even though it's as basic as "Someone was somewhere and then somewhere else." If I started telling a story about him beyond that, you should be suspect. Maybe I'm making something up. Maybe I'm extrapolating from limited info. Maybe, somehow, I wouldn't be fair, in my need to have An Anecdote so I can tell A Story.

So this is a journal entry about almost nothing, because more than that is not my story to tell. This journal should be about my story.

I do feel OK about telling this other anecdote: I didn't say hi to someone once. Another actor, someone else you'd likely recognize, and the actor was sitting in front of the hotel where I'd stayed for San Diego ComicCon. Maybe where he'd stayed, too. It was at convention's end, and he looked tired. I thought "I could say hi -- but I'm really tired, and considering he was probably far busier, he's probably exhausted. Better not to say hi." Discretion. Apparently it has something to do with valor, I've heard. And whoa, this sounds self-congratulatory: "I didn't make an ass of myself! Go me!"

Seems like a good default, not to be an ass. And to let people get on with living their lives and doing their jobs.

My geeking out: I indeed CAN hold it in check when I should!

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