We were at the movie theater last night (to see James Bond), and there was this line of teenagers snaking from one end of the theater to the other. They were sitting on the floor, still with three hours to go before. . . the first showing of Twilight! I wonder how they liked it. It was filmed just outside Portland, which is funny because it's not that gloomy here. It's not like we never see the sun. I mean, a sparkly-as-diamonds vampire would get noticed! But it is pretty country. In the trailer when they're up in the tree? I'm guessing that's the Columbia River in the background.
Anyway, happy Twilight weekend to you fans!
As for writing, today I think I'm going to attempt Holly and Jolie's 5000-word challenge! With post-its. Oh, it's kind of funny, after my post yesterday about "narration" vs "dramatization" and not feeling like I was really conveying why the "once upon a time" thing was helpful to me, I saw on Jolie's blog that Holly had said this draft was "about the macro, not the micro," and I think that says, in six words, what it took me many more to not quite say! *slaps forehead* Thanks, Holly!
Okay, and for something completely gratuitous and, er, disgusting. . . I'm pretty much one to say that if an artist calls something art, it's art. I mean, I'm not saying it's good art or bad art, but I have a broad definition of "art". THIS, however, does not have a place in my very broad definition of art. This is just plain disgusting. This "artist" from Chile served his friends meatballs cooked in his own body fat. AAAAAAGHHHHH! NOT ART. NOT ART!