Ed Norton SMASH!

So, I never read the Hulk. I couldn't give any part of a dead rat's posterior about the Hulk, and I surely don't like bad CGI. But I love Ed Norton on a cellular level (and Tim Roth at least muscle-deep), so I was powerless against this movie. I went, I clutched my Fin du Monde, and prayed for eye candy.

It was much better than I thought it would be.

I'm not sure it was good--between Norton and Roth's lean-and-hungry in-need-of-a-fix look I was pretty much useless with estrogen poisoning--but it was definitely watchable. And just when the estrogen had started to wear off from exposure to too much CG, Robert Downey Jr. shows up. Yeah.

I feel so...heteronormative. :P

I was left wondering if Betty Ross's injuries in the prologue-montage had left her with a collapsed lung, though, because Liv Tyler seemed unable to speak in a non-breathy voice.

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Untitled Random Isyllt Scene Thing
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Reason for stopping: Ed Norton SMASH!
Tyop: Even in Elysia one learned the name of the city's foremost apocalypse. Err, that should be "foremost physician". I got distracted by apocalypse-chat.
Darling: She had crept round the Silver Court like a rat for a time, starving for the touch of [magic], but chary pride had kept her from approaching any of the Arcanost mages, and finally she'd stopped her trips cold, like an addict had to stop a drug.
Quirks: Apparently Isyllt issued fully formed from the head of Sue, because her pov at 15 is pretty much the same as her pov at 27, and she won't hear of any change.
Mean things: I am the most awful author ever. Anyone with a fraction of a heart would let these two reconcile and retire to the country (to fight zombies and demons). That I can even contemplate the events of Bone Palace, let alone try to write them, means I am entirely without human feeling. Isyllt wants to say she'll never speak to me again, but in fact she inherited all her human feelings from me, and knows who keeps her in hot boys and nice clothes.

I started this scene intending it for the prologue of TDC, but it quickly grew too long and tangential. But I have to finish the damn thing. I wish it would form itself into a real short story, so it might go forth in the world and find work, but I think it's doomed to be a sort of origin vignette.

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I swear I had a third thing, but now I'm distracted by lean-and-hungry Tim Roth.

Where was I...?

Oh yeah. I can has a plane ticket for Readercon!

We are now held within un-, sub-, or super-natural forces. Discuss.

Shadow Unit's summer updates have begun.

And I have Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead on, and shall be entirely useless for some time.

Oh, so very very useless...

Blood, and Tim Roth, are compulsory.

(Now with icon fun)

Now the only thing I've come to trust...

B-movies and rabid fangirl lust do indeed pay off, and never let anyone tell you otherwise. Between The Hulk and Rosencrantz & Guildenstern, I just grew a hefty chunk of plot for the Russian mob book. Which in turn brings me back to Imajica, which I hadn't actually planned on stealing anything from, but now inadvertently have. Maybe I'll call the silly thing Imafica after all. :P

Of course, after I had this brilliant idea, I realized it's perilously close to something I already did in TDC. Maybe we'll call it a signature theme, instead of shameless repetition.

Now I need to figure out the antags, and decide if Ruxandra is the great-granddaughter of a lich, or if that's someone else.