Yesterday, I decided to spend time with my mother. Helping her out with housework, hauling bags and furniture around, chatting, that sort of thing. I thought: "eh, there hasn't been much news on the Conan movie front, I figure I can stay away from the computer for a few days." I come back at about 2pm today, but since I've already spent enough time on the 'net, I get started working on
my book again. It had really fallen by the wayside recently, and I was starting to fear the monster Procrastination was rousing from its slumber. So I stay off the 'net, and start collating and organizing references to Conan's adventures not catalogued in story form (his youth, burning the Stygian fleet, ascension to the throne, etc).
Then I check the time. 6 o'clock. Hmm, time to check my emails, just in case there's some snippet of information. I see Sean Hood's sent an email. In it, he said the following:
...I'm sure you are watching and analyzing the trailer.
WHAT TRAILER
I immediately check my other emails, and sure enough, tons of people have sent me links to the new
Conan the Barbarian trailer. One was from 2 o'clock
this morning. I was
16 hours late on this massive Conan movie news. The one day I decide to stay away from the distractions of the internet, and it's the same day the Conan trailer comes out. So, in a veritable whirling dervish of watching, rewatching, listening and screencapping,
I started analyzing the trailer 16 hours after it first came out. Bless Sean and the others for thinking I was deep in thought carefully analyzing this bombshell, but in truth I was going out of my skull sifting through notes on another thing entirely. I probably should've just lied and said "yes, of course, I've been spending several hours watching it on 1/20th speed hooked up to a 50-inch television backwards and forwards," but I'm a terrible liar.
It's preposterous. This is cosmic junctioning of Adamsian levels. Of all the days, it was
this day?
