just having over a day, where everything can become an indictment of how I'm a crappy person and will, SHOULD, fail completely.
I work by inertia and so a week ago it would be easy to think no, nope that's not how I work, or how the universe works; now thinking the same things is an intense effort. Hopefully this will get easier in a day or two.
Gonna try to sleep.
more Solo blather, not especially spoilery
I figured this movie would be all about how Han got to be everything we know about him. That was there, yes, but it was secondary; this could be your first SW film and it'd be fun. It's the heist movie I never knew I wanted.
They did a GREAT job of scripting Han like he is in Ep. IV-VI, where he desperately TRIES to be this fast talking con artist, and he KINDA does it okay, but he's not actually good at it. I was worried they'd make him too perfect.
minor Solo spoilers, stuff I adored
I loved how they broke out original SW leitmotifs well *into* the movie at the appropriate time for Han, Chewie, Lando and the Falcon becoming what we know they become.
But I also adored how the Imperial recruiting advertisement features a major-key version of the Imperial March!
local politics -
hey CRAPWIPE! I was kinda inclined to vote against you after that "hey 6 police killings were never prosecuted" thing from your opponent but that "your CHILDREN are endangered by her NOT PROSECUTING MISDEMEANORS, you MUST vote for me to PROTECT YOUR FAMILY from SEXUAL PREDATORS" flyer you sent out? Well that nailed it, you just got someone dedicated to voting you out of office, you regressive fascist coprophage.
Hot garbage! As drawn by garbage from garbage people. #UnusuallyShitSelfWorth #HereHaveSome #drawings
stuff said at work is REALLY getting to me probably more than it was intended to, this is stacking badly with feeling like I can't get anywhere/am somehow not supposed to get anywhere with art, with feeling trapped in this part of the world, and just overall fatigue.
I want reassurance that I'm a good artist, a good office worker, and that I'm doing okay at trying to survive while this fucking flawed and broken, but I feel bad asking for it.
dream, some death
At this point the girlfriend becomes the main character. Those two and a third person retaliate in turn by stealing a theropod that lab bred, anaesthetizing it and literally riding out on it on some sort of trailer.
At this point acid reflux really woke me up.
dream, some death
dream; there's a giant wolf or other creature which has come into a blandly male protagonist's life. Sometime after the creature goes missing, there's a fight between him and his girlfriend about how the days have all become the same - make a huge number of steaks, clean up huge poops.
There's a possible flashback of him in a warehouse full of cadavers used for horrifying experiments, which he sabotages, implying the scientist behind it kidnapped the giant as retribution.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.