Edge of Tomorrow

I'm going to the New York premiere of Edge of Tomorrow, which promises to be semi-exhausting as I am going to Tampa this weekend. There are no direct flights from the Bay to Tampa, so Saturday and Monday will be consumed by travel, and Sunday by seeing my grandmother and missing my grandfather. Oliver and Olivia, are coming, of course. On Tuesday, Olivia's class is coming to my workplace for a tour. Wednesday I leave for NY, see the movie at midnight, and then wake up on Thursday and go to BEA. Then to Long Island to see my folks, then I fly back out to Cali on Friday because my next Writing Salon class starts on Saturday.

I also have...three stories to finish by month's end? (I wrote one last week as well. Post-Oliver productivity continues to be low, but the time has come to write anyway.) I hope to finish one tonight or tomorrow. Another is 2000 words max and in a non-story form. The third...ugh.

And yet, all I can do is read early reviews for the movie, which are quite enthusiastic, though many of the are predicting some sort of bomb based on early tracking information. This doesn't matter to me materially—whatever success we'll have from the film at my day job, we've experienced anywhere from 70 to 90 percent of it already, but all the box-office handicapping is still a drag. There are a million speculative counteraguments and refutations, but nothing really matters until the 6th of June, a date I cannot even imagine experiencing thanks to the immediate travel and other deadlines right ahead of me.

Anyway, the reviews make the movie—of which I've only seen about fifteen minutes, all of it from the first thirty and last ten minutes—seem pretty interesting. If you were thinking about checking it out, check it out. If you were worried about giving money to Scientology...well, I don't blame you. I'm seeing this shit for free, yo!