SoulCog

It's not that I'm a masochist, but with having to be up at six this morning I decided that allowing our roleplaying game to run until eleven last night was a good thing, and that afterwards I could put a movie into the DVD player in our bedroom. It doesn't matter that I've seen the movie many times, it kept me awake for a while longer. All told I believe I finally turned off the movie and fell asleep at a little after midnight.

Considering work has asked me for two days in a row to not come in - Tuesday and Wednesday with Monday being an hour shorter than it should have been - I'm not feeling too horrible about the fact that I'll probably be sleeping while typing. I'll still function, but I won't really be there, completely.

And speaking of movies.

I saw MirrorMask the other day; it's a movie written by Neil Gaiman, author of Sandman and such literary treats as American Gods. I thought, for certain, that it was going to be an amazing movie full of twists, turns, and fantastic ways to look at the world around me. I felt that this movie was going to restore my faith in the Fantasy genre of movies, which you might notice is a genre that doesn't have much going for it beyond a few really big name movies, but a very few of those.

I was so utterly, completely, wrong.

MirrorMask held no surprises, no moments that made me excitedly wonder what was going to happen next. I never found myself at the edge of my seat though it was obvious that the movie wanted me to be. There were definately parts that made me wonder what was happening right now, but none that made me look forward.

Overall, judging by this movie, I would have to say that Neil Gaiman does drugs. Most likely acid, with maybe a few shrooms on the side. I could be wrong, but that was the overall impression that I got from this movie. Oh, also? Dark always equals evil.

Then again, we learned that from The Lord of the Rings as well, I suppose.