The Southern Lights

Further thoughts!  Questions answered!  Then some more questions!  And I address controversial issues in a mature and thoughtful manner!

( And if you believe that, I have a bridge to sell you (on the Enterprise) )

Okay, I think that's probably enough for now.  I didn't expect to like it quite as much the second time, but a few things aside, I may have liked it even more.

Got my ticket for tomorrow (well, later today) night!  I felt weird going to a midnight screening by myself, and besides, May 16 marks four years to the day since I saw ST:XI.

No Twitter or Tumblr until after I get home.  I'll probably just be grading crap all day tomorrow anyway, but I have made it four fucking years with no major spoilers -- I can make it another 15.25 hours.

( Anybody got a can opener? I've got to get to these worms. )

And lo, I sought out the only IMAX theater within 20 miles and got myself good and lost on the way there, but STILL managed to get there in time for previews for The Hobbit.

Thoughts on The First Nine Minutes:

( Which part made me squeak? Click to find out! )

Aaaaand onto The Hobbit: The Unexpected Stretching of This Book Into Three Movies:

( Was anyone else thinking 'Ugh, troll bogeys'? )

I suppose it's worth noting that, while I wasn't really involved in LotR fandom (though I lurked heavily in the RPS faction), one of the first -- if not the first -- slash fics that I ever read and actually enjoyed was a short Aragorn/Legolas fic.  Of course, I can't remember the title or much about it other than that there was a brief reference to some very manly hair braiding?  Eh, there's no accounting for (my) taste, I suppose.

Visited prison today, and it was... not much to write home about.  It was a minimum-security, faith-based prison (the class was Faith-Based Programs in Criminal Justice), and we didn't actually talk to any of the inmates, mostly just the chaplain and a few guards.  Still, we had to wait quite a while to be cleared to go in (even though we weren't searched or even put through a metal detector) and one of my classmates kept freaking out.  She got better once we went inside, though we were all issued clip-on panic buttons, and when it was her turn to go in, she said, "Can I have one of those 'so I don't die' thingies?"

The worst part was that I'd eaten lunch at 11:30 and we left for the prison at 3 and didn't get back until around 8:30 -- and I didn't think to bring a snack (not that they would have let me bring it in, but we didn't actually go inside until around 5).  So all of us were starving, and all I kept thinking about was the stupid turducken and how I could have been eating it instead of listening to that girl babble nervously about razor wire and how do you think they get it up there, does someone install it by hand, what kind of gloves do they have to wear?

All we talked about on the way back was food.

( Thoughts on The Trailer (Extended Japanese Version) )

I am excited.  I'm trying to squee harder, but I'm just too exhausted right now.  Let me sleep for about three days straight and I'll be doing cartwheels, okay?  Also, I'm really not freaking out about how long it is until May, because I'm almost certainly going to have to decide by then whether I want to take the thesis option for my degree and... yeah, that day is going to get here really fucking soon.

Query: is the 9-minute preview only going to be before the IMAX version of The Hobbit?

ETA: Oh oh oh, I forgot to say, I went to see Rise of the Guardians, because Chris Pine's voice.  Hnnnnnnngh.  Hugh Jackman didn't hurt either.  The story was a bit thin, but the animation was lovely and also Chris Pine's voice.  All I want for Christmas is for him to leave dirty messages on my voice mail.  That's really not too much to ask, is it?

Title: Take It
Author: the_deep_magic
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: dirty talk, size kink, hints of exhibitionism
Word Count: 1,022
Disclaimer: Consider yourself disclaimed.
Summary: Uhhh, did you read the title?  'Cause that's pretty much it.
A/N: For pintofest Luau Mistress greenteaduck, who requested smut.  Well, this is about as PWP as it gets.

( Chris shut the door but Zach can’t remember if he locked it. )

Title: Tennis, Anyone?
Author: the_deep_magic
Pairing: Pinto
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 549
Disclaimer: Untrue
Summary: “Can I… Can I rub your hair while you—?”
A/N: Written for orphica's prompt at pintofest: requiem for The Hair.  Well, that's how it started out, anyway.  Michael is Michael Greif, the director of Angels in America.

( 'I'm bald.' )