There is a part of me that still loves what I think of as "movie movies" -- big, bold, visual spectacles with action and thrills. The kind of thing you can totally imagine sitting there in the theater watching, preferably with snacks (back in the day when one was less aware of the carb count of, say, popcorn). That part of me wants to go see "John Carter" this weekend, in spite of the ludicrousness of the commercials. Actually, it's not so much the computerized silliness of the aliens and outfits as the face of the star. I never watched "Friday Night Lights" so all I see when I look at that kid is yet another snub-nosed, not-so-bright looking, middle American juvenile. It's the same way I feel about the boy who's playing Peeta in the Hunger Games movie. Whatever this current fashion is for extremely bland leading men with tiny eyes and upturned noses, it is not working for me. When I see a face like that, I expect them to either say, "Duh? Me not smart" or "Wah!" and burst into whiny tears. At least in the case of "John Carter," he's supposed to be a Civil War-era American transported to Mars, so the baby face is perhaps appropriate. Still, why can't everyone be more like Christian Bale? (Only talking in a normal voice, not like Batman.)
In other news, I continue to explore the fascinating world of low-carb-ish eating. I like that it makes me eat lots more vegetables, and that I also seem to drink more water. And most days it's not very hard to avoid mega carbs, aside from the occasional fruit. But why do I always feel like I need to brush my teeth again, like I just woke up in the morning? I've decided that it's ketosis, but I could be making that up. On the plus side, I lose a few pounds every week ... until pizza night rolls around on Friday. I guess that's my way of maintaining equilibrium: lose weight during the week, gain it back over the weekend. And I'm still cumulatively down a few, so whatevs -- the goal was to magically burn fat, not decrease overall size/weight so much.
Now I must go cuddle with Gilly, who has a nasty flu-like virus that has had her running a temperature since Tuesday. We are also quarantined here due to its contagiousness, which means lots of fairy books and not so much writing. Maybe today I'll manage to work on my laptop while she watches a movie or something. The good news is that I've finished the first draft of my new opening chapters (approx. 50 pages) and can now connect back in to some of the previously written material that may still be usable, so I'm hoping for a sudden burst of progress. And the forsythia is starting to bloom, and some of those bulbs I planted in the dying hours of fall are pushing through the ground, which is pretty awesome. The squirrels did not win!
