This morning, I mailed out copies of Kaleidotrope to contributors and subscribers, which is a fun way to kill an hour and spend a couple hundred bucks. While I was at the post office, I picked up my thank-you gift from this year’s MaxFunDrive, which had arrived in the mail. It’s a flash drive, signed by Jonathan Coulton, containing his complete discography, which is really cool. I also got a Jordan, Jesse, Go! T-shirt and some cute stickers.
Then this evening, I watched Shutter Island, which isn’t a perfect movie, or even too surprising in its revelations, but it works really well. And it’s great too see Martin Scorcese, who at this point in his directing career has nothing to prove, continually trying new things. For all its excess, it’s clearly the product of man still in love with making movies and the possibilities the medium affords him. Scott Tobias describes the movie like this:
Shutter Island may initially seem like a nerve-jangling genre piece in the Cape Fear mold, but it’s more like Scorsese’s The Shining, a horror show where it’s sometimes hard to tell the haunted from those doing the haunting.
I’m sure I must have done something in between those two things — post office and movie — but it seems like mostly a blur of sitting around, watching some TV, reading, playing with the dog, and the usual Saturday stuff.