rinue | Little Things Hitting Each Other

Thank you, wargamers. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know that the Swedish began to have standardized uniforms during the Thirty Years War, and that they looked like this. On the other hand, damn you wargamers. If it weren't for you, no one else would either, and I could costume any way I pleased.

To be honest, the preproduction on my film is ridiculous, and it's entirely my fault for writing too ambitious a script and then dithering. Oddly, this seems to have excited everyone in my unit, when they ought to be terrified. I certainly am. Yet the more I ask for help ("Ummmm, I haven't cast anyone yet. Would anyone like to run my casting? Buy my props? Find my locations? Organize food and transportation?"), the more people start to think I might be one of the great directors, and ask for prominent positions on my crew. It's sort of bewildering, but nice. And terrifying. Then again, everyone's film seems insurmountable right now, two weeks from filming.

I should probably have been working all weekend, but instead I went to a puppet show - at least fourteen different Punch & Judy performers. It was amazing, not least because over 400 years of Punch & Judy oral tradition made for a show that's exclusively about people hitting other people and the audience siding with the person who gets hit while rooting for the person that does the hitting. The psychology is pretty stark. Except for the section where a dragon eats some sausages that aren't his; there must be some Jungian archetype I'm not remembering.