My only question to myself is whether this is in my own Midnite Moving Co Universe or in the Firefly verse or the Stargate verse. Because I would like to keep it consistent. I’m thinking row II or column II. au means alternate universe.
|fuck or die
||rivals to lovers
|immortality / reincarnation
||telepathy / mindmeld
||secret twin / doppelganger
|au: cop / detective
|au: college / highschool
||au: hooker / porn / stripper
||kiss to save the day
||alpha / beta / omega
||au: were / vamp / supernatural
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. The squee, the flailing choruses of muppetry meeping, oh lord lord lordy lord.
Even if my dad wasn’t in this, I would have loved it. It is a testament to how awesome and really, really Caucasian Saskatoon was in the 50’s. It’s an example of what a good cop looks like (Sargeant Nordstrum, hisself, and a profile that would make Liam Neeson skulk away). It was a lovely dip into a completely different aesthetic. Women (what few of them there are in this land of order and harmony) are wearing such delightful fitted frocks, and the boys are all wearing striped shirts. The suits all look sort of shiny.
I could go on at length about my father’s appearance and demeanour in the film, but as he enjoys his modesty and is unhappy when some foolish or misguided person attempts to wrest it away from him, I will drop a curtain over that and review the technical excellences and cultural tropes which adorn this gem among sponsored films. For of course it was an ammo manufacturer who supported the work of the club and the making of the movie.
In brief, me dad played a street tough’s associate who went from shooting out streetlights to taking minutes for a gun club and learning how to shoot properly under the supervision of a policeman. In the meantime there are yummy period cars, perfect little square houses, an open rack of guns at the hardware store (owner just reaches back and hands the cop a gun – no locks, no nuttin honey), a simply amazing scene which looks for all the world like the cop is pulling a toddler on a tricycle over and then letting the kid off with a warning, the cop being shown as mostly walking from place to place although he does get in the cruiser too, the description of what steps he had to take to get a gun club for boys set up (it’s actually advertised as such – no gurlz), including getting the mayor on board, and buttering up the press, and getting freebies from the ammo company, and donations from local businessmen, and then like an idiot he leaves actually asking the boys if they will puhlease come out to the gun club to the very last. Ooowiee. Tension ensues. (The music at this point is trying to beat itself into a state of enthusiasm, with mixed results).
And it all comes out nicely in the end. Isn’t that lovely? Oh, how I wish those days of yore, when so many complicated social situations had yet to arise, were still extant.
Today, churchy stuff to do with bookkeeping. I know that voluntarism is the root of civilization but GADZOOKS sometimes there seems to be a lot of it.
Perhaps an inch of dense wet snow fell yesterday, and is still here. Given that they weren’t much use in the car I’m glad I moved the crampons indoors where they will hopefully prevent my brother and I from skidding around the back deck like very bad acrobats.
There is nothing like having an appropriate midnight snack in the fridge. I mooshed up the overcooked veg from Sunday’s roast beast dinner with the leftover cheese sauce and it was nommerly.
I really think at this point it’s time to change my ring tone to something less annoying than a fax squeal. It went off in church on Sunday – the Leonard Cohen service, and how good it was, less the stupid phone going off.
Jeff and I had a Tom Hanks fest yesterday; we watched Joe vs. the Volcano and Cloud Atlas. I have to say I loved both movies although obviously for different reasons. I am definitely interested in reading the book of Cloud Atlas.
I have joined (hopefully) some form of trope bingo; I will be writing songs instead of stories though.
I have a job lead that I am working. I would be so happy if I could be working before the stipend from being laid off runs out.
I’ve seen both of my kids within the last couple of days so that little bit of soul hunger has been satisfied. They are thinking of tag teaming on a trip to Australia; I would love that and would even make with a subsidy.
Okay, time to make a list of all the things I want to do today, mostly so I can feel guilty when I ignore it….