In which I watch things

I had all sorts of plans for this morning; “spend over an hour watching a guy build a clock by hand on YouTube” was not part of those plans, and now the terribly fascinating and erudite blog post I had in mind is lost to the winds.

So here.  You need to see all of this too. Have the first three videos.  SPOILER ALERT:  There are fifteen videos here, and the damn clock’s not done yet.  Try not to let that fact ruin your life like it did mine.

(If you only watch one, or you THINK you’re only going to watch one, start with #3. Watching someone make screws by hand is fascinating.)

#REVIEW: DEADPOOL

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It’s pretty much universally agreed that DEADPOOL is the biggest surprise of the year, right?  The movie obliterated every box office record it could reach: for R-rated movies, for February, for Presidents’ Day weekend, and for a whole bunch of other things over the weekend, and it deserves every dime it made.  I have never been a fan of the character, particularly, and didn’t get hooked on the idea of going until the trailers and the ads made two things clear:

  1. That the people making the movie got the character;
  2. That everyone involved seemed to be having the time of their lives.

Actors enjoying themselves can get a movie or a TV show a long way with me.  I can think of three examples on TV right now: it seems clear that the cast on Flash is having the time of their lives.  Same with Sleepy Hollow, and while I’ve only caught a few episodes so far, I’m getting the same vibe from Supergirl as well.  Deadpool has the same vibe to it.  This movie is a whole lot of things– gory, profane, borderline pornographic at times (the sight of Morena Baccarin nailing Ryan Reynolds from behind with a strap-on will not leave my head anytime soon,) hilarious, and– believe it or not– touching, but what it is more than anything else is an insane amount of fun.

I was expecting a lot of those things from this film; what I wasn’t expecting was just how much heart it has.  I knew from the trailers that Baccarin’s character was eventually going to be kidnapped by the bad guys and that Deadpool was going to get her back, blah, blah, blah.  What I wasn’t expecting was how real and how important they managed to make their relationship despite the fact that they’re probably boning for literally half of their screen time.  I may or may not have wiped an involuntary tear away during their reunion at the end of the movie.

(That strap-on scene?  Believe it or not, it’s not just a throwaway joke.  It tells you things about these characters.  It’s important for the story.  I’m completely serious.)

Toss in a cast that is solid from top to bottom– even Colossus, who was portrayed by three different people (one face, one voice, and a Frenchman on stilts for mocap) was a great character– and tremendously well-shot action sequences where everything’s well-lit and you can tell where the characters are and what they’re doing at all times and you’ve got yourself a hell of a movie.  Shit, the fight between Colossus and Gina Carano’s Angel Dust at the end of the movie is probably the best “two super-strong brutes” fight I’ve ever seen on-screen.  Baccarin’s Vanessa holds her own against Reynolds and against the bad guys, the scenes between Deadpool and Brianna Hildebrand’s Negasonic Teenage Warhead are fantastic, and even the relationships between Deadpool and his elderly blind roommate and comic-relief best friend are fully sketched-out.  Shit, the taxi driver gets character development.  All this in a movie that comes in at comfortably under two hours.

I mean, make no mistake: this is the hardest R movie I’ve seen in a while, although that’s partially a function of the fact that I see virtually nothing but superhero movies nowadays.  Do not take little kids to see this, and if you’re not going to like a movie with lots of people being sworded to death and anal sex jokes and “motherfucker” probably being 5% of the dialogue all by itself, you’re not gonna have a good time.  But if you’re one of those people I feel like there’s a good chance you stopped reading my blog a long time ago, so maybe you’re not seeing this anyway.

So.  Yeah.  Go see Deadpool.  No shit: I might have liked it more than I liked Force Awakens.  I know, call me a heretic.  But it’s that good.

Because it’s running through my head

SALE! SALE! SALE!

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So since last weekend was Valentine’s Day, and Skylights … has a red cover?  Sure, let’s go with that– we’re putting it on sale for a week, starting just as soon as Amazon decides it’s 8:00 AM.  One of these days I’ll figure out what time zone Amazon is on.  We’re doing one of those Kindle Countdown dealies, so it’ll start at just 99 cents (a full 80% off!) and every so often the price will go up a buck until it’s back to regular price sometime on February 22nd.

I’ll keep y’all posted.  But for now, or at least for soon, Skylights is 99 cents, and you really ought to get on that deal.


In other news, the first Prostetnic Publications newsletter finally went out yesterday, and not only did those folks get advanced warning of the sale, but they got an excerpt from Sunlight, due out … sometime!  Wow!  You should sign up for the mailing list; I really don’t send out a whole lot of emails and I’ll make sure when I do they’re worth reading.

Hey! Join the mailing list!

It’s been around for a while now and tonight is the first message I’ve sent out, so please don’t think I’ll be spamming you.  I really won’t.

BUT:  Here is incentive to sign up, if you haven’t already.  The first newsletter contains an excerpt from Sunlight, my next book!  It’s brief, but it’s real!   And all first-drafty and probably riddled with typos!  It’ll be awesome!

That’s more exclamation points than I usually use in a blog post.

It’s 8:25 my time right now.  The mailing goes out at 11:45 my time, so in a bit over three hours.  You have until then to sign up for the mailing list and get the excerpt.  Go go go!

#WeekendCoffeeShare: VD edition

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Let’s be honest: if we were having coffee, we would absolutely be talking about politics in one way or another, but I’m not super interested right now at 10:00 in the AM on a Sunday in talking about politics.  I’ve entered the Two Weeks of No Romance period of the year, guys; my wife’s birthday was yesterday, today is Valentine’s day, and this being Leap Year we actually get an anniversary on Feb. 29th this year.  We’ve been married 8 years, but this is our 2nd anniversary.

What do we do to celebrate these august (heh) events?  Well, nothing, really.  My wife and I both agreed that Fat Tony’s death was the best birthday present the universe could possibly have arranged for her, we’re dropping the boy off with his grandparents and going to see Deadpool today, and as for our anniversary … hell, we’ll come up with something.  What did I get her?  Nothing.  We aren’t gift people.  (For the record, she didn’t get me anything for my last birthday either, and we didn’t exchange gifts at Christmas.)  What will we be getting each other for our anniversary?  Chances are nothing, although we’ll certainly go somewhere and do something fun together.

Valentine’s Day?  Bah.  Neither of us care.

I married correctly, is what I’m saying here.

This was an odd week.  I got nothing done on either of the two fiction projects I’m working on during the week, a combination of exhaustion, depression, and what was probably a very mild flu completely taking me off my game from Monday through Thursday.  I had my son at home with me all day on Friday and somehow between Friday and yesterday managed to get something like four thousand words done on the new Benevolence Archives novella I’m working on.  Sunlight is still a little stalled, but I ought to be able to get back to that this week and I still have high hopes (ha!) of being able to get it done before C2E2.

Note that at one point I wanted it available at C2E2.  So that tells you how good I am at keeping on schedule for novel projects, if you weren’t already aware of it.  For what it’s worth I love the hell out of the BA story that’s responsible for my recent distraction.

The Walking Dead is back tonight, and I have the boy again tomorrow (he gets a four-day Winter Break weekend) and so somehow I have to manage to avoid spoilers for 24 hours.  This will be harder than usual, I think.  I’m glad the show’s back, although I think The Expanse may have supplanted it as my current favorite TV show.

(Are you watching The Expanse, fellow coffee-drinker?  Or, rather, did you, since the first season’s over?  I strongly suggest that you get on that right now.)

So, yeah.  That’s where I’m at.  How’re you?

Vaffanculo, asshole

I may have something more coherent to say tomorrow about Scalia’s hopefully painful and ignoble death.  For now, I am suspending all ordinary rules of courtesy upon the death of a truly awful person-thing.

That evil piece of shit is dead.  Let us dance.

I get reviews!

BookJunkieKrystal did a nice review of Searching for Malumba over at her site sometime after I went to bed last night.  Go check it out!

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