Just dropping in...

The first few seconds of the Fish Out of Water: Trapped in TV Land syndrome:

Everyone, at one point or other, has had the experience of falling whilst lying snuggly in their beds. One startled jerk later, and you sigh in relief to find yourself in bed.

But when the falling sensation is real, when instead of waking up to smooth sheets you wake up to gravel and mud, the burning sting of scraped skin and bruised limbs, a sigh of relief is that last thing on your mind.

The first thing on Constance’s mind, for example, was surprise at having fallen off the bed for the first time in her life. That’s the waking human mind for you. The thought didn’t last very long, being dashed by the sudden rush of sensory input – mainly pain – that washed over her. That woke her up the rest of the way. Constance pushed herself up from the ground, hissing sharply as her skinned palms pressed against the gravel.

Future crack!dialogue: Ben&Richard

Pondering over how Lost's Ben's exile might work out, and considering that Richard seems to have a 'get off the Island free' card, I came up with a little crack dialogue. Because, man, awkward conversation much?

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Absolutely shudder-fying.*

Still internetless, and procrastinating - rather than working on my presentation for next week - by watching YouTube videos like the one on greygirlbeast's post about author's actually *gasp* demanding to get paid for their work or the one on henrygalelovers showing Michael Emerson's Emmy-winning part on The Practice.

Am tired due to a most exciting weekend involving an Asian Corruption Party (i.e. a goodbye-party to the Asian exchange students and the Asian-studies Dutch students going abroad), which was really a picknick and where I met lots of cool folk and drank gin and tonics, followed by a swing round to the bar Odessa with the whole picknick group and then at 4 am we went back to the picknick, so I didn't get to bed till 5:30 am. Saturday Elisa and I went to te Burcht (old fort thingy) and soaked up some sun and chatted, then Ghost Whisperer and Medium. (Is Medium's husband just the greatest TV-representation of a husband ever?)

Ok, gotta scoot.

ETA: Discussions with semi-drunk people are amusing**, and it's amazing the awesome-points that a little bit of knowledge will get you. For example, I spouted off a few words in Mandarin (thank you, Firefly) and went on about how Budhism isn't technically a religion because you have to figure It all by yourself.

Also, I've been quoted on ljdq again! (I was quoted last week.) I'm all a-squee.

Things (Within the Realm of Possibility) Sickle Would Like To Do:
- Take up the piano again. Seriously, I've been acheing to play again. Even typing get's me all, "Aw, flying fingers!"
- Self-study Mandarin and Middle Egyptian (i.e. hieroglyphs) and spruce up that German.
- Learn to knit. (Or, well, learn how to knit stuff. The actual knitting, I can do.)
- Take some kick-boxing or free-lance combat thing class.
- Create and write all those fanvid and fanfic ideas.


* nepenut's ibid henrygalelovers post.
** "Every word has to have an opposite! What's the opposite of evolution?"
"What, like creationism? Or stagnation?"
"No, those aren't opposites. You don't know what it means."
"Well, if evolution is all about adaptation -"
"No, not the opposites of variation or adaptation, but evolution."
"Um, but variation and adaptation are evolution, they're the very definition of it."
"No, no no nonono, they're different words. What's evolution anyway, there's no proof-"
"We-ell, there's this island that scientists took some lizards too, then had to pull out in a hurry, and years later they go back and their digestive systems were all different."
"That's not evolution, that's adaptation."
" *head!desk* "

Guess who's the drunk and who's yours truly. (If the above argument doesn't make sense, that's because I either can't remember it correctly, or it doesn't make sense. Probably both.)

...too long to fit on a PowerPoint slide.*

After a few hours of fiddling with Powerpoint, I now have a title slide. Whoo-to-the-hoo. That should not be the sum total of today's work, but it is. Le suck? Much. I might as well go home and take out my contacts (ye gods, please) and have some supper. I wonder if anyone's eaten the plate of Bananananana cake I left out with a little Eat me! flag-onna-toothpick. (I made two over the weekend, one for the picnic and one for personal consumption.) Going off to a Belgian bar Olivier later with flatmates to say goodbye to Lydia, the Italian on exchange who's leaving the house. I knew her for only a little, but I really liked her and we got along nicely. Shame.

( A list of Stars' songs on YouTube )

* Edward Tufte