Let's try to assuage some of the crappery of the past couple of days by enjoying another peek at that fabboo Hellboy trailer.

Feel better? I do. Honestly it's been a pretty up and down time so far this week. A big part of that was the degree to which the Heath Ledger thing really shook me - not something I'm too happy about, given that I don't usually go in for much of that celebrity culture jazz. Nor did I really realize I was a particularly big fan, until yesterday. I guess I was just enjoying the process of seeing this guy get really good - and he really, really was. And now this. Anyways I'm sure we'll cover in greater detail in the inevitable Mamo; and then hopefully, a bit of rest. It's a nasty bit of business made nastier by a world that put 200 photographers outside his apartment to snap shots of a body bag being wheeled out the front door.

Ledger was only a tiny corner of the various stormy muck that kept my brain swirling into the wee hours last night; I think I finally fell asleep around 3:30, processing visceral sensations of dread that I haven't given much mind to since I was about fifteen years old. There's a longer story there, but it's not all mine to tell, so I'll leave it off. Suffice to say: ups. And downs. The way of the world.

I did, I must say, have a truly wonderful morning.

I stayed late at work to get a few things off my plate that needed getting, and then I came home and did one of the extremely long, extremely hot showers of which I am becoming increasingly fond. Now I'm caught between hanging things on my wall, watching a thing, or just getting into bed for a good long alpha wave. Oh who am I kidding we all know where I'll end up.