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Long Weekend
5/7/09 15:29Friday, we set off for Marin to go to the 31st Annual Lucasfilm 4th of July Party at Skywalker Ranch. (I know, I know: name dropping much?) Almost to my relief, neither George Lucas nor any of his friends were there, so it was just me, the Spouse, and maybe a thousand other employees and their families. Much food and drink were provided, and there was a cheery, competent staff of mostly young, personable people handling everything from parking to running sack races for the kids and "Australian Trolley Races" for adults. There was swimming in the pond and the pool; there were pony rides and big ribbons for anyone who won any of the activities (there was one little kid who was wreathed around with so many blue, red and white ribbons he looked like he was about to tip face forward from the weight. We met a lot of people (architects who have been working with "George" since he first bought the ranch, people from other branches of the Lucasfilm/Skywalker/ILM empire) and talked and laughed a lot. The sun shone but it was not too hot, and thanks to copious lathering-on of sunblock, neither of us got sunburned. It was swell.
Buoyed up by all the fun we went to see Public Enemies, which is beautiful looking, but...hollow. No one does a bad job; in fact, everyone is working hard. But the movie never commits to Dillinger--he's a character who knows, and loves, his status with the public, and he's got charm, but charm seems to be all he's got. I don't blame Johnny Depp, I blame the writers and Michael Mann, who can get all bound up in the surface. But it is pretty.
Last night, in honor of the 4th of July, the Spouse and I watched Galaxy Quest because...wait, it's Galaxy Quest, it needs no reason other than its own sweet self. And I started to feel like I was fighting off something.
This morning I felt a little worse, but with the weird sense that I could not quite figure out what felt worse. So I've declared it a Sloth Day, and am lying around being, well, slothful. Back to work tomorrow, with everyone else.
Buoyed up by all the fun we went to see Public Enemies, which is beautiful looking, but...hollow. No one does a bad job; in fact, everyone is working hard. But the movie never commits to Dillinger--he's a character who knows, and loves, his status with the public, and he's got charm, but charm seems to be all he's got. I don't blame Johnny Depp, I blame the writers and Michael Mann, who can get all bound up in the surface. But it is pretty.
Last night, in honor of the 4th of July, the Spouse and I watched Galaxy Quest because...wait, it's Galaxy Quest, it needs no reason other than its own sweet self. And I started to feel like I was fighting off something.
This morning I felt a little worse, but with the weird sense that I could not quite figure out what felt worse. So I've declared it a Sloth Day, and am lying around being, well, slothful. Back to work tomorrow, with everyone else.