lazy sunday

I'm sitting here not wanting to leave the house, but knowing I should. This is the apathy I develop when I haven't been outside, usually due to inclement weather. Well, the weather's been sucking for a few days, again (I cringe a little when I write that, thinking of the sub-zero weather with which I grew up). Rain, rain, rain. Friday night to Saturday morning it pissed down in sheets. Nothing like the drizzle typical of SF Bay rain. I half-expected to awake to find the house floating gently in the bay, surrounded by our neighbors' houses and crackheads paddling their shopping carts around, shouting into our windows in search of spare cigarettes. But the gutters did their jobs, and we stayed put.

So I need to go out on a ride, to justify sunday beers, and to drive away this nagging bleh feeling. jenscrowl is on her second day of 12+ hours away from home, working (yesterday was a 13 hour shift with 1 hour BART commutes on either side, today is 11 hours, with the same commute). After my ride, and during my beers, I will attempt to bake her a chocolate cake. I'm better with lentils, but I can always try.

Saw "V for Vendetta" last night. It wasn't bad, actually. I hated Matrices 2 and 3, but the first was great. I wasn't expecting a whole lot, just an exploding monument to death and dismay or two. Funny that the first Alan Moore-based movie that he actually disavowed was one of the more successful translations of his work into movies. "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" was horrible. The biggest problem with the movie was a lack of time to fully develop. My memory of the graphic novel (and it's been over 10 years since the last time I read it) was that it was very emotionally effective. To stick to the 2 hour time limit, the movie ended up having to blast through some of the character development, and the growing sense of helplessness and frustration barely had time to develop before the audience was supposed to cheer the destruction of a symbol of western democracy. And my views of humanity have changed since, say, the very late '90s. When I see a marching crowd of masked people, all dressed in uniform, taking the lead from a charismatic leader, I feel more distrust of mobs than elation at unity. But boy was I ready to see some government buildings explode.

I like how some right wing pundits have declared this movie near-treasonous, and anti-Bush. Bush, of course, was off snorting massive amounts of coke and drunk driving into Texas Steers back when Alan Moore wrote the comic. Any resemblance to Bush or his administration is merely a reflection of his pseudo-fascism.

In exciting cycling-based news, the loose headset on my bicycle that was threatening my sense of well-being above 30mph going down hills has been fixed. The Doranado, recovering at home after an unclipping accident thursday that left him with road-rash on his ass and one foot dangling by a tendon, figuratively speaking, walked me through the incredibly simple task of tightening my headset, so I think it'll be a ride through Montclair and up Butter's Canyon today.

And in comic-related news, jenscrowl and I had late-night coffee with bratty_princess and crypto_sapient, during which many things were discussed. I gave them a rundown on the comic idea [Unknown LJ tag] and I are developing, and their response was very encouraging. I have a very hard time determining whether my own ideas are good, bad, or just plain bleh. They even liked the title, which I thought may be too strange. Now to finish the last issue of Scrowlie, so I can start working on the next story in earnest.