It was a rainy day here, off and on, and so I went to see Super 8 at a local theater. I enjoyed the movie quite a lot. Roger Ebert calls it “nostalgia not for a time but for a style of filmmaking” — that style being early Spielberg — and I think that’s right. (As, probably, are his criticisms, although I think I minded less.
Other than that, I spent some of the day reading Kaleidotrope slush. Next year, I am definitely having shorter reading periods. Maybe January through April and September through December?