they've come to bind you, odalisque

This morning my chiropractor wonked my neck, picked up my left hand, and said that my fingernails were blue. They were. My oxygen sat was 95%. So today I'm trying to breathe more and keep things chill, because apparently I've been revving so hard that I've actually been depriving myself of air. I'm doing okay. Just a little bit of panic and overload. Karl Rove is on campus today, and even though I've got choir practice to prevent me actually hearing any of his bullshit I can feel the shadowy edges of his presence like a pall over the land. Blecch.

I watched Men in Black III last night, which was surprisingly awesome. How did I not know that Emma Thompson had taken over MiB HQ? There is nothing not fab about that. And as usual the broyay was strong, and the timetravel plotline was satisfyingly fanservicey. Stuff like this is why I love science fiction, y'all - because realism is never going to get you to that one where you meet your baby back in time and they don't know you but you still love them crazy hard. And that's one of the best ones there is.

Because I'm writing Star Wars fic today, have 4+ minutes of Mark Hamill auditioning - reading against Harrison Ford, of course. That right there is why I give like 75% of the credit for the OT to the actors - the rest goes to Frank McQuarrie, Frank Oz, Ben Burtt, and Bob Anderson.

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