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[Oct. 28th, 2009|05:42 pm] |
Skipped uni from noon on today and did some garden work instead -- some twenty wheelbarrows full of dead leaves needed clearing away. (Yes, I know there's something wrong with you when nothing fills you with more giddy elation than neglecting your expensive tertiary education for menial physical labour. I've been that way all my life and just can't help it. As I said, if I could make a living mucking out stables and doing garden work, I would.) It's been one of those beautiful last sunny October days, with blue sky, green meadows, and trees all possible shades of flaming red and yellow, when staying inside seems a crime against Nature. I normally love the grey, misty autumn days more, for their sweetly melancholy mood, but today was simply perfect. A day to breathe and feel free and stick your middle finger to a world that wants to lock you up and smother you.
It wasn't at all cold (quite the opposite, seeing as I could work with sleeves rolled up), considering we already had first frost several weeks ago), but I had tea afterwards anyway. I love my new kettle to bits! (Even though it drips a bit after pouring. ":-/) I have a hard time getting used to drinking it without milk, but I've heard it's a good deal healthier that way.
After a conversation with a friend recently, I've paid more attention to my taste in music, and have to say he was right: I tend to like songs best that are simultaneously kick-ass and sad and can be interpreted either way according to my own mood of the moment. Hm.
Talking about music: "Papillon" by The Editors is the Perdido Street Station theme song, y/y? (Not normally my type of music -- too electro and lacks guitars -- but I like that song!) Everytime it's on the radio I get creeped out by association. "X-D
And talking about books (wow, my transitions are smoooooth today): I want to try again with Dragonslayer (last year's oft-renamed project that didn't get far past 8000 words, but counts as a success by my pathetic standards) for NaNo, but... well, the uni stuff I've been procrastinating is slowly getting past "urgent" into "certain profs will shoot me on sight" territory.
I'm also still debating with myself whether to sign up for Makesmewannadie's RareLitBigBang... I want to, even though/because it's right during my MA thesis writing time. What am I planning on? Procrastinating one with the other by turns? *facepalm* |
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[Sep. 7th, 2009|11:53 am] |
I often dream bizarre stuff, and I often dream fannish stuff, and occasionally, both things mix, but usually it's vague, fragmented and I don't remember much. But last night I dreamed I was on vacation with Lord John(1), of all people, who collected me from home in a flashy convertible and one of those oversized US caravans, whereupon we headed for the beach and (after being locked in a supermarket all night(2)) spent all day ogling surfer boys together. (And let me tell you, that's an odd experience with someone dressed in an 18th century British officer's uniform.) I've realised that as far as platonic co-habiting goes, you couldn't do much better than Lord John. (In fact, the list of "characters I'd move in with" is scarily short -- though still longer than my list of real people. ":-/) I hope we see some more of him in the new book than we did recently. (I fear I may well be the only person with an emotional kink for John/Jamie/Claire scenes, and that makes me sad, because this way no one pesters Gabaldon into writing them.)
(1) I've been rereading Outlander in preparation for the new book coming out this month, and also gushed about the books to Hyel, so that may be it.
(2) I suspect that was because I forgot to shop before the weekend and therefore had neither bottled water, nor toilet paper, and -- worst of all -- no chocolate for all of yesterday, so sleep sent me shopping.)
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In other news, I've started reading China Miéville's Perdido Street Station (thanks to Vulgarweed, who recced it a while ago, and Dingsi, who provided a link for free downloading). Let me just say, HOLY FUCK, NIGHTMARE FUEL!!! The overall feel is what you'd expect from a steampunk fantasy novel: a mixture of Victorian London and dystopian sci-fi, complete with alien races. But at the same time, it's something very different, and I'm not yet sure whether I love or hate it. I've put off continuing reading to such a degree that I even made some progress with my original stuff (you could almost call it self-defence O_o), but the idea of putting it away for good doesn't seem possible, either.
Detailed review definitely forthcoming when I'm done. |
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