Oh yeah?

Well, at least I'm not a robot. Or a crack whore. Or a robot crack whore. Hee.

Wow. The pranks are amusing, but his detailed description of his attempt to make fire without matches (under "incredible stuff") is actually really cool. I don't even have that kind of dedication when it comes to important things.

I went looking for pictures of Long Beach (Tofino, not California) to use as wallpaper, and now my desktop looks like this and I want to go back there so badly it hurts.

It's my favourite place in the entire world. Not that I've been all that many places, I'll admit, but still, it is.

So despite posting like five entries yesterday, apparently I'm not updating my blog often enough.

Hmm. Well, today I went to work, tried not to cough on people, came home and played The Sims. Got my little Obi Wan and Qui Gon and Mulder and Scully all settled in nicely {g}. Watched the Ep II trailer, finally. I can't remember how much I knew about Ep I before seeing it (not much, most likely, seeing as I only ended up going to see it on the opening night because I thought it'd be fun to see all the obsessive geeks... ah, I'm so sad... and eleven viewings later, two of those in costume... anyway), but I know next to nothing about this one. Looking forward to it, though, even if it sucks. Heck, the suckier, the better. The Rocky-fication is the best part.

I don't have to work tomorrow until five, and then I get my three-day weekend. Just in time. I accidentally stayed up until 3:30am last night, and I had to be up by 7:00. Ugh. Not entirely sure what I'm going to do with my time off, since everyone seems swallowed up by finals and whatnot, but I'll just be happy if I can sleep in.

See, this is the problem with blogging when I've got nothing to say... I end up writing about nothing. This is the kind of effort I should be putting in my novel. Well, any effort, actually.

Should I go read the final issue of the Sandman, or will that depress me? Though The Kindly Ones ended pretty darn depressingly, so I don't know if this can get much worse. I wonder if I would have made the connection to the final book of the Narnia series if I hadn't read about Neil mentioning it. (Nothing specific, just the whole... awful world-falling-to-bits aspect of it.)

I should really reread the Narnia books. I'm afraid that they'll seem too religious if I read them again now, though.

I have no idea what song I'm listening to right now, but I like it. So I'll go check... The Dears: "Where the World Begins and Ends". Hm... oddly fitting {g}. It was like all the moments on Sunday when suddenly I'd read a word at the very same time I heard it in the song I happened to be listening to at the moment. (Tori Amos -- gotta listen to Tori when reading Neil. Like listening to Placebo when reading "Johnny the Homicidal Maniac", or "Boys for Pele" when reading "Tam Lin" or some song on the Batman Forever soundtrack when reading "Lords and Ladies" by Terry Pratchett... though I don't think I even have the s/t anymore. Oh dear.)

I'm not sure what I want to be doing right now, but I feel vaguely dissatisfied. Maybe I'll go quietly raid the kitchen. Except then my bed will be full of crumbs again. Oh, the epic tragedy that is my life...

(there, that long and rambly enough for you?)

Books, stories, movies and authors I now have to look up, as a result of seeing them referred to in Sandman (although some of them may be mispelled, as a result of lousy handwriting on my part, as I scribbled them down on random scraps of paper as I read):

John Fowles
GK Chesterton: "The Napoleon of Notting Hill"
Rumer Godden: "A Doll's House"
MR James: "Lost Hearts"
Jonathan Caroll: "Bones of the Moon", "A Child Across the Sky", "Sleeping in Flame"
"One Potato, Two Potato: The Secret Education of American Children"
Peter Greenaway's "Drowning By Numbers"
Defoe: "Journal of the Plague Year"
JB Cabell: "Figures of Earth", "Beyond Life"
Samuel Delaney: "The Einstein Intersection"
Charles MacKay: "Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds"
"The Travels of Marco Polo"
Halo Calvino: "Invisible Cities"
Herbert Asbury: "The Barbary Coast"
Pierre Tielhard de Chardis: "The Divine Milieu"
Omar Khayyam
Lucius Apuleius: "The Golden Ass"
"The Book of Enoch"
"The Apocrypha"
William Drury: "Norton I, Emperor of the United States"
Catherine Caufield: "The Emperor of the USA and Other Magnificent British Eccentrics"
Carl Sagan: "Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark"

Good thing I'm not going to school again until the fall. Maybe I should quit my job now and just read for the next nine months.

Quiz time.

I am 46% ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET.

I could go either way. Deep into the madness of nights filled with coding CGI-Scripts and online role playing games, or I could become a normal user. Good luck!

My actual age: 22.6. My real age: 24.4.

Woohoo!


From this: "Did Riley from Buffy the Vampire Slayer do it for you?" EW.

Take the Affliction Test Today!
And again: ew :P


0% - 10% (Britney)
Oh dear, oh dear. Far from being a world destroying DeathKiddy, you appear to enjoy kittens, bunnies and boybands. Not a cloud enters your sky and all is sweetness and light for you. Fucker.
Take the DeathKiddy Test!

I am 31% EMO.

Not quite Emo
Hmm.. i suggest I stopped listening to Dashboard Confessional.... enough said... Now that I stopped looking at my shoes, I know how the real world looks.

I am 29% Metal-Head.

Most other metal-heads acknowledge my presence, but they laugh at me behind my back. Maybe I need to stop spending all that money on haircuts and invest in a few Pantera T-shirts.

I am 40% Grunge.

What's this? The longest I've been without a shower is three days? Not even close, man. I should go sit out in the rain for a week.

I've just read the beginning of this interview, but it's about fandom and the distinction (or not) between readers and texts, and it's with Henry Jenkins... looks very interesting, so far.

Wow, use the word "nude" a few times and suddenly your referrals look a lot more interesting.

"WOW Beulah NUDE pics" (um, okay...)

"jodi nude photo" (no, sorry, you're out of luck -- those stay in the box in the closet. I mean... nude photo? what nude photo? Lucky I had that paper bag over my head...)

I could have lived without this one: "robbie coltrane nude naked pictures"

Then there's these, hopefully by the same person: "not too old to put across my knee" and "across the knee slipper"

And finally: "my dad and i lived a lone and the more i watched him the hard my dick would get"

Ick.

This may be the most perfect sentence ever:

Touched by her fingers, the two surviving chocolate people copulate desperately, losing themselves in a melting frenzy of lust, spending the last of their brief borrowed lives in a spasm of raspberry cream and fear.

It literally made my mouth drop open in awe. I love him.

I had a very good weekend.

Friday: went to see the Harry Potter movie. In costume. *sigh* Alternated between feeling like a gigantic geek, and feeling like a slightly cool gigantic geek. It was fun though, even if I apparently didn't make that clear... gotta remember that other people can't read my mind. And I got to borrow a huge stack of comics, including the entire Sandman series. Yeeeah, baby. I've felt like such a terrible Neil Gaiman fan, only having been able to read what few collections I could find at the library.

Saturday: Stopping for a few minutes at the airport, long enough for two planes to fly right overhead, and to have a brief chat with a very cool dad and his two freezing cold little kids. (Okay, so I didn't so much chat as just stand there and giggle to myself, but it was fun nonetheless.) And then Clerks and Mallrats on DVD. Jason Mewes on the commentary track, rambling drunkenly, when not being actually passed out at Kevin Smith's feet. And then lying in a field in the freezing cold at two in the morning, watching the meteor shower. (The drunken frat boys did sorta ruin the atmosphere, but they were amusing, for the most part.)

Sunday: spent all day lying in bed reading The Sandman. Utterly amazing. I've loved Neil ever since seeing him on Prisoners of Gravity [I'm certain it used to have a website, but I can't find it anymore ... oh my GOD, PoG fanfic] and realizing that he's the guy who co-wrote Good Omens, but Sandman is mind-boggling. I've been alternating between reading it and reading the Sandman Companion, which makes me realize just how much depth there is to everything. The literary references, the foreshadowing, the relationship between the art and the words... it's all incredible.