Kevin Doesn't . . . have lots of money to spend on Angie.

Went to see Hulk last night. Verdict: Nice looking (if somewhat unbelievable) but slow to get started. The main reason I went to see this film was to see the green dude smash things up. I didn't want to have to wait an hour to see him. I had a few other gripes, but I guess I'd better put these in a spoiler space (don't want to upset anyone now).

SPOILERS > > > There was far too much backstory in this film, especially at the beginning. That's all it seemed it was, backstory interspersed with a few moments of CGI-enhanced rage. Okay, we get it. Bruce is how he is because of his father's experiments and that accident with the gamma machine. We get it. But no, we've got another couple of dream-sequences. Another couple of flashbacks. Garr.

Also, what was with that ending? David, who's got some weird affinity with materials thing going on, goes to see his son. He talks to son. They fight. David becomes a big-ass eletrical monster, then a rock monster, then a water monster, then some kind of cloud monster. The cloud monster (doesn't sound scary, does it? And it isn't because the whole sequence is so dark you can't make out what David Banner is most of the time) says he wants to take the Hulk's powers. Hulk lets him. David dies. I still don't understand it.

Then there's some chat between Jennifer Connelly's character and her father. Father is saying that he thinks the Hulk is dead, but should he try to contact Jennifer Connelly, she should let him know. This is fine had we not been just told that this happens a year later. Surely they'd have had this conversation weeks before? < < < end SPOILERS

I suppose it was enjoyable enough. Ang Lee's direction was . . . interesting, and the comic-book touches didn't wear too much. Jennifer Connelly is hot (if occaisonally miserable-looking). Can't complain too much for only three and a half quid.

Later . . .

Kevin Doesn't . . . know what else to tell you about himself, so he made a list that may or may not be too long about his pointless quirks.

Was visiting Coops and Jen this weekend, and we decided, rather than waste our Sunday, we would go to the Natural History Museum. It's cool -- I love walking round museums like that -- but we were only in there for an afternoon, so we only saw a fraction of the exhibits. Like everyone says, you need a good couple of days to see everything contained therein. Luckily admission to these museums in London is free now, so it's quite easy to make a couple of trips to get the job finished (assuming, that is, you have yourself a couple of days in London spare).

And of course, there's always the National Science Museum after that.

And the art galleries :)

I actually had a couple of story ideas as well, as I walked round the life galleries. Seeing all of the prehistoric animals (fossils, casts and illustrations) has made me think about getting back to work on the fantasy novel I have been planning (you may have seen me refer to it as Beastmaster or some such). Really want to get back into this one, especially seeing as my ideas have been so few and far between recently.

Not only inside, but outside as well. Out the front of the building there was a huge Earth from the Air exhibition (photographs by Yann Arthus-Bertrand ). Some amazing photographs there, and lots of inspiration. Coops, Jen and I spent a good hour or so walking around the displays, the others trying to decide which one they wanted for their living room walls. In the end they went home empty handed because they couldn't decide between Jesus and a glacier.

Kevin Doesn't . . . answer back, doesn't follow you home and set fire to your house, and when deflated can be stored easily in any drawer.

Things go well. Despite no inspiration for the Water Fairytales challenge at the Workshop (next month, maybe), I've been reviewing again and in a more positive frame of mind.

Cooked for my gf for the first time on Friday. She's still with me, so I'm counting that as a result ;)

Still reading Prince of Ayodhya.

This Friday, we are going to see Badly Drawn Boy play at the Eden Project. I've not listened to much of his stuff, but I've been doing my research this past week, and I'm looking forward to it now (not to mention the fact that we actually get to walk round the project beforehand).

Later . . .

Kevin Doesn't . . . look too pleased with Bearcat.

I've nothing to say.

I've been away.

Well, that's not exacly true. I've been here (aside from a visit back home this weekend); I just haven't been bothered to type anything.

Wow. A whole month has gone by and I have written nothing (fiction, blog or otherwise). I'd forgotten just how much being in a relationship chews up your free time. Not that I'm complaining, you understand ;)

So what's happened? I've finished reading The Scar (review to follow, although, given my recent lull, it may be a while). I just started reading Prince of Ayodhya by Ashok K. Banker -- enjoyable so far, although my knowledge of the original Ramayana is non-existent. I've finally picked up a copy of Strunk and White's Elements of Style and James Stevens-Arce's Soulsaver, so they go on the pile of things to read.

And that's about it. No writing to report, and I don't have time for anecdotes about this weekend.

Maybe later.