Posts Tagged ‘insidious’

Twelve Days to Book Release.

No movie quote today. Not next week either. I'll get back to them, but for now I'm going plainspeak.

Antigoddess comes out in twelve days. Right about now is the part where I feel like I should be doing more than whatever it is I'm doing. It's hard to sit back, and let go, and understand that right about now is when it's all out of my hands. Right about now, all I can do is not flip out, and thank people for giving Antigoddess a try.

Or, I could summon favors from the dark demon gods of Nor.

Hmm. Perhaps later.

On the 9th or the 10th, when Antigoddess actually comes out, I'm going to post a contest type thank you thing. The prizes will be three advance (way WAY advance) reservations for ARCs of ARISTEIA (Goddess War #2), and feather bookmarks, and some kind of treat, and I'll name a character after you or a friend, and/or I'll put your pet in a book.

I don't know what the entry rules will be, but rest assured it will be something that will give me great joy while I'm on the road. I'm selfish like that.

Now I'm off to hide for another 12 days. Luckily, there's been a lot of stuff lately that's good distraction from pre-release anxiety. Like the Bat-Fleck. What the fuck, Chuck? I don't care if Matt Damon endorses you, I shall cross my arms and scowl until I'm sitting in the theater and hear the first strains of your gritty Bat voice. Then I'll probably forget about the whole thing. Because you can't be worse than Clooney.

I love Clooney, but he was the least Batmanny of all of the Batmen. And that includes Adam West.

There was also that Miley Cyrus on the VMA's thing, which I guess was distracting, but now I keep seeing that face she made everywhere. And close ups of her butt.

Oh yeah, I finally saw one thing in the previews for INSIDIOUS 2 that actually looks interesting: the part where Patrick Wilson has a lamp and the guy says there's someone in front of him saying "He's got your baby! He's got your baby!" This thing at the 2 minute mark. But they already fooled me into seeing INSIDIOUS based on one cool thing from the trailer:

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This red thing. What is that thing? I want it.

So nice try, Insidious 2. But I can only be fooled once or twice or more.

I Sort of Thought He’d Die in a Freak Shuffleboard Accident

Osama Bin Laden is dead. Killed during a military operation in Pakistan.  In the coming days, it will be interesting to listen to the world. People are going to have plenty to say, and I think I’ll just shut up and listen. Only…it had been so long…and they kept saying how old he was…I had sort of thought he’d die in a freak shuffleboard accident and we’d never hear about it.

Moving on…I think my DVR is turning me into a demanding, TV watching asshole. I thought it’d really free up my schedule, unchain me from the moving picture screen and the computer. Instead I’ve become impulsive, all GIMME GIMME GIMME! when I see a new show. Before I know it I’ve got an epic stack of recorded things to watch. I used to brag that the only show I was remotely addicted to was House. And then Fringe happened. And then Chopped. And then I started recording everything I ever watched because I couldn’t be bothered to watch it with *gasp* COMMERCIALS. Now, between Camelot, The Borgias, The Walking Dead, and Game of Thrones, it’s fair to say my life is over. I’m exaggerating here, but oddly enough, not that much.

In the reading world, I’m closing in on the midway mark in Courtney Allison Moulton’s ANGELFIRE, which is completely addictive, and the pages go by without me even knowing, except that it continually tries to give me papercuts, because I think the thing feeds on human blood. I also keep trying to break into Dancing After Hours, but my comparison of Dubus to Carver is undermining the effort. Once I stop being such a headcase, it’s going to be brilliant.

Saw Insidious. You should too, if you like things that are uncertain and scary. Also, if you enjoyed Poltergeist. If you didn’t enjoy Poltergeist, then you should leave after the first ninety minutes. But those first ninety minutes. Yow. Dylan got so scared, he bit me. That’s what he does when threatened. He’s a biter.

People are reading Anna Dressed in Blood. They are kind, and I am grateful. One of these days, I’ll write a post about what it’s like to try to sit in front of a computer screen while simultaneously shuffling your feet, looking at your shoes, stuffing your hands into your pockets and saying, "aw shucks I’m uncomfortable." But not today.