Hallowe'en weekend and thanks

This has been a fantastic, busy week. First was the Hallowe’en Weekend, known in infamy and awesome as ever. It was small this year - seven people plus a fleeting visit from the glorious silvernatasha - but as much fun as ever. Lots of communal time, and lots of chatting with people who I usually am sad not to have spent more time with, and interesting new board games made a million times more fun by the players, and lots of delicious food. Plus wickedblonde in a corset, morettaallstar bringing fandom awesome and undergrad gossip from our uni, and cthonya doing a reading of this excellent Narcissa-convinces-Lucius-to-send-Draco-to-Hogwarts fic.

tuwahine, PLZ SEND ME THAT FIC YOU’RE WORKING ON. I YEARN FOR MORE OF YOUR WORDS.

Plus we did a Sculpture Trail in the local woods, which involved exploring and looking for these cool artworks that told the Pendle Witches tale. And there was a lucky dip, and I am now the proud owner of orange socks with bats on them. FTW!

Next year looks like it’s going to be paroxysms of delight; I am left to try to justify a return flight from Ho Chi Minh City to London...

( ALSO ALSO ALSO. I HAVE LIKE, INSANELY AMAZING, GENEROUS, CRAZY FRIENDS. )

Unfantastic

Blargh. I am ill. I’ve been feeling dodgy since Sunday, but I thought that was a hangover (excellent night at G-A-Y with son_of_darkness, marbletables, and dora_the_nymph, plus some hanging out with my friend Impish from uni who has visited Ho Chi Minh City and loved it). I am still all bleary and achey and watching Something Blue as comfort viewing. :(

I watched The Fantastic Four yesterday. I’ll steal a trick from copperbadge in giving my thoughts:

1. This is really not a good film at ALL. And I don’t know why; the cast is made up of actors with a good reputation and/or actors I’ve seen being good elsewhere. And it’s not like either Jessica Alba or Chris Evans is known for phoning it in for sci-fi. I guess it’s a combination of a truly dreadful script and the worst hair & contacts for Jessica Alba ever. EVER.

2. The Thing is actually an excellent disability metaphor, especially the way it’s portrayed. Wonder if it was deliberate - his Blind Hippie Girlfriend could be an argument either way.

3. It’s a shame this is so bad because everyone has powers that are ripe for kinky fanfic. Invisibility, flexibility and stretchiness, flame and flying, size, strength, and need for sexual healing - even Doom’s whole made-of-metal thing. THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS.

3a. Seriously, Jessica Alba’s hair. WORST. EVER. I guess it’s cool that they cast a mixed-race actress for Sue, but at the cost of making a beautiful brunette horrifically blonde and creepily blue-eyed.

Never mind. I can focus on Buffy now. And her adorable 90s waves.