Busy Day

I should have spent Saturday studying, but instead I studied for a bit (while Dave was at his clarinet lesson in the morning), then we went and met up with our friend Paul and went to a movie.

We saw Batman V. Superman in an IMAX 3D theater, which, oh my freaking god, cost a million dollars (not really, it was really $50 for the three of us) and since we added popcorn and drinks, we ended up spending $80 total.

Anyway, sticker shock aside, I didn't think the movie was as bad as all the reviews are making it seem. Ok, I'll admit that I slept through the first third or so of the movie. (I don't know what it was. The movie was insanely loud--like, couldn't-hear-yourself-think loud--but its overwhelmingly low, rumbly din struck The Brain as being so much white noise, and that lulled me to sleep.)  Anyway, I liked Ben Afleck as Batman (though his chunky Batsuit brought the lulz) and I could look at Henry Cavill all day, every day. (I think he makes a great Superman, too.) I thought Jesse Eisenwhatever was not a great Lex Luthor and I wasn't particularly impressed with Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman. The movie was too long and too loud. So wait: Did I really like it? Hmmmm.

After the movie, we went to the studio for a bit. I put another coil on the shoulders of the new sculpture and added a few things to the "pattern" on the dress. It's getting a bit top heavy, so I need to add the arms to balance the weight. The arms are going to cross in the front, but I didn't start them today because I forgot to print out reference photos.

While I worked, Dave helped our friend repair the filter on their fish pond, a harrowing task. After that, we gave Crunch his dinner and took him for a walk.

After the studio, we came home and had a snack while we discussed what to have for dinner. I needed to study, but The Brain was not having it, so we ordered a pizza and I took a nap.  I finally got up and made myself a cup of decaf coffee and sat down to study around 8:00 p.m. (It's midnight now and I have miles to go before I sleep, study-wise I mean.)

Which reminds me, it's poetry month:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.   

His house is in the village though;   

He will not see me stopping here   

To watch his woods fill up with snow.   

My little horse must think it queer   

To stop without a farmhouse near   

Between the woods and frozen lake   

The darkest evening of the year.   

He gives his harness bells a shake   

To ask if there is some mistake.   

The only other sound’s the sweep   

Of easy wind and downy flake.   

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   

But I have promises to keep,   

And miles to go before I sleep,   

And miles to go before I sleep.