I ain't got time to fic.

The (new) Thing was much better than I feared, mainly suffering from a bad case of not bringing anything new--with one exception. Rewatching the original, I will now find the opening sequence with the dog and the crash of the Norwegian helicopter poignant, having seen Lars with the real dog.

Mostly I'm left intensely curious about the crash. The ship doesn't seem to match its occupant. Was the Thing its pilot, or is this a Space Jockey situation? If so, I want some good Alien-Thing (I'll consider Alien/Thing depending on who's writing it) fic right away. And that leads into a remake of The Thing set in a Yautja camp. Someone write that for me now!

I need a Yautja icon. I need to find just the right still from AvP2 to encompass the world of "I wasn't even supposed to be here today!" contained in that film.

ETA: Also, points for hilarious use of thematic 80s music. Certainly the best since Doomsday.

Random updates

I have three chapters of That Book Thing finished, but need at least one more to have a proposal-sized chunk. My current trouble is controlling the flow of information--usually I'm told to clarify things, but this time I'm trying not to let the first chapter turned into a bolus of exposition that would choke a horse.

Austin's Midnight Madness scavenger hunt--which I'm helping run this year--is on Saturday. I've started making my clues, and need to put together prop packages for the teams. And buy a wig. And make sure all my cohorts have fedoras.

I've bought the first round of supplies for my Halloween costume, but haven't begun assembling it yet. Next week will be a frantic wing-making rush. And I need to find--Cod help us all--a pair of leggings.

The pile of gravel in my driveway is much smaller (we can park one car in it), but not yet vanquished.