Cinema and Sundries

I have belatedly seen The Desolation of Smaug, and I lost the will to live round about the same time as I lost all the feeling in my bum, which is to say about an hour and a half before the film actually ended.

My main complaint about the The Hobbit movies, beyond the particular meandering pointlessness of Desolation of Smaug remains this: It's like the films Peter Jackson really wanted to be making were a trilogy of the Lord of the Rings films, only he found himself tragically hamstrung by the fact that he had already done so, and overcompensated by bloating the Hobbit beyond all reason.

Also, this morning I woke up with the random impulse to make a trifle, so this afternoon I made a giant trifle, and I am now scoffing trifle. I love it when life shakes out like that.

Also also, ever since I first saw this graphic I've been a mite obsessed with the idea of the Night's Watch as a sisterhood, and I've started writing a fic about Arya taking the black, which is really just an excuse for a protracted thought experiment about how an all female Night's Watch might have come into being, and might function.