I suspect those chapters are in progress; it was a completed fic originally. The first chapter was written before the third part of the series (Bedtime Stories), so I suspect scifigrl47 is going to go and add more to it now that the events of Bedtime Stories are complete.

Also, as much as I adore her writing, she's working on two different series at the same time, so not everything gets updated in a timely manner. She also has a habit of leaving a WIP to start another story in the series that comes after the WIP. Those will get finished, but then the middle is left just kind of hanging until she gets around to it. I've just gotten to where I won't read her stuff until it is complete.

She also has a habit of leaving a WIP to start another story in the series that comes after the WIP.

I've been able to resis that habit, because I know i'd never get back and finish things.

We're watching The Fighter on Netflix, since it's expiring. Sadly, Netflix doesn't seem to have a cut that excises Christian Bale from this movie.

I just don't find assholes compelling, you know?

I just don't find assholes compelling, you know?

Indeed.

I still enjoyed the movie (for values of "enjoy" that include "covering my eyes during most of the actual boxing scenes"), because it so perfectly portrayed blue-collar Massachusetts in the 1990s. It's not what most people think of when they think of my home state, but it's reality for most of the residents there.

Bale plays a prick of an older brother/manager? There was a time where Warrior and The Fighter were muddied in my head. Without being sure what The Fighter is about, that time is still past, I think.

I watched Sleepwalk with Me tonight, Mike Birbiglia's autobiographical film that was produced by Ira Glass. It starts off kind of slow, but really gets interesting and funny as it progresses. I would highly recommend watching it.

Ah...I composed it, but clearly got distracted before I hit send.

Movie 43--any word? It seems to have been filmed, maybe finished in 2010, but not released for two plus years. Because of suckage?

That reminds me, they aired the trailer for Movie 43 before Cirque du Soleil, which, wtf? Cirque was a family friendly movie and they're airing a trailer that says pussy? "Mummy, what's that?" "It's a cat, sweetheart".

Actually, that trailer was the highlight of my movie-going experience that day.

Fic has been bookmarked to be read.

Saw Les Miz!

I enjoyed it more than I thought, was pretty much weepy continuously, except for the moments I had to cringe as notes were completely failed at for the climax of several songs.

I had a less than stellar viewing experience though. Went to a theatre I usually go to, which apparently had be revamped to be a dine-in theatre, which is really f***ing annoying with the waiters constantly bustling about, not just delivering the food, but picking up the empty plates. LEAVE IT!

I got there fifteen minutes early but there were still only two seats left, both in the first row, which was a bit of a headache to work my eyes around.

And there seemed to be a dying orangutan somewhere in the back that kept effectively pulling me out of the spell the movie ocassionally managed to weave.

Rusty didn't embarass me as much as I'd thought he would, except for his final note. Amanda disappointed more than I thought, girl couldn't hold a note to save her life, for all her tremulous warbling, and managed to sound discordant during the overlapping songs.

I swear I kept seeing Joel Edgerton (the not-Tom-Hardy-brother from Warriors) on the barricades.

I wonder how I would have felt about the movie if I hadn't listened to the original British cast recordings repeatedly in highschool. At moments it was disconcerting to hear a note not hit the way I remembered, which didn't necessarily mean it was bad. I have that same disconnect going to concerts and the band changes things up from how they recorded it in the studio, and it's a totally legitimate choice for them to do so.

Some of the changes seemed completely apt, going for the raw instead of the pretty or the powerhouse belting, but sometimes it seemed like they went for the raw because they didn't have the option of hitting the powerhouse notes, or tried and failed and stuck to their guns.

And when the credits rolled, the theatre clapped and I've never been in a room so not ready to leave (and there was tons of sniffling, so trying to regain composure might have been part of that).

One of the moments that killed me the most was the end of Fantine's "I Dreamed A Dream" where she waits longer than the song calls for, and her face goes dead, and then she spits out the last line bitter and hard. That . . . that struck a little too close to home.