Head in sand
(It just occurred to me that the phrase "no news is good news" could be interpreted very pessimistically, as in "none of the news is good.")
Things have not been improving today. I got very little sleep last night—too stressed, despite combining NyQuil and valerian. Didn't get much done at work. After I came home, received email letting me know that a friend's mother died suddenly a few weeks ago.
But I'm trying to find bright spots, and the day hasn't been all bad. Sunshine this afternoon, for example. This evening, spent a while playing Botticelli via IRC; fun. Was surprised to learn that most of the other players had never heard of Namor, the Sub-Mariner—I mean, sure, most people today have never heard of a lot of the golden-age Marvel superheroes (the Whizzer, the Human Torch (original android version) and his sidekick Toro, Miss America, et alia), but Namor has continued to be a fairly popular character, in various forms, through the '90s. I was half-surprised not to see him (or most of the other Invaders) mentioned explicitly in Kavalier & Clay. Turns out the person running the round was actually thinking of another superhero, Nightcrawler, which prompted me to poke around online and find a picture of Alan Cumming in costume as Nightcrawler for X-Men 2. The photo doesn't give me high hopes about the movie (which opens in two weeks)—he somehow doesn't look as organic/realistic to me as Nightcrawler is supposed to look—but we'll see.
Other than that, have spent most of the evening reading the first sixth or so of a fun novel that we'll be critiquing at workshop next weekend. Sometimes escapism is good.
Am surprisingly awake at the moment. Doubt that'll last.
