Weekend update

[featherynscale]

Yet another long-arsed weekend full of er... mostly working for us. Friday night, triadruid, kittenpants and I helped brandy22kc move into her new place. This mostly involved clearing out a storage unit, pulling some bizarre and unnecessary stunts, getting lost between Shawnee Mission and Olathe, and generally being cold and tired, but it also involved coffee and some truly funny moments, so all was well. Best wishes to B and family in their new house -- we understand that in 6-9 months, we'll be moving them again, out of program housing to somewhere better (and freer), and that's good too.

Saturday, we had visitors from Texas. The church I think of as The Other Pagan UU Congregation (although it may not be the only other one; there may be one in Florida now too) sent some people up to talk to us about leadership of our congregation and see how we did things in case there was anything they wanted to steal. They stayed through Sunday evening, and left with hopefully a lot of good stuff that will help them. Apparently also, kittenpants and I will be visiting their congregation in May to teach an abbreviated version of Excellence in Ritual, so that will be fun. (Especially since it will be right after we get done teaching the full 8-week version here... yeesh.)

Late last night, in a stunning bout of irresponsibility, triadruid blew off working on Winter Bazaar to go see Casino Royale, which was just stunning. I enjoyed the hell out of the new Bond concept, but I'm thinking that I might not continue to enjoy it as they make more films -- the brutality and hands-on nature of New Bond I am digging, but I can't for the life of me work out why anyone would want to go to bed with New Bond, and that's going to be a problem for me as the franchise continues. Shining moments: a fantastic sequence in the beginning of the film in which Bond chases down a minor bad guy who happens to apparently be proficient in parkour; the most flips ever achieved in a car crash with the help of an air cannon (7) (and by the way, that's the 2007 Aston-Martin DBS); Felix Leiter; M lamenting the end of the Cold War.

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[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

I liked the ending, actually. It allows us to imagine that somewhere in there, Bond is wondering if he did the right thing. And that he's suffering for it. But then, maybe I'm just a sadist. (And I do like watching Dench as M drop the effing hammer on him -- she was fantastic.)