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bending_sickleEveryone else in my apartment is off in Belgium or somewhere for Spring Break. (Ammendment: apprarently I'm no longer alone. Yays?)
I have my Proposal Presentation in 2 weeks. Le fuck.
I also have a regretable lack of food in the house. It's totally laaaaame that I realize this on a Sunday afternoon.
You know what else is lame? Getting the major heebies, and quite a few jeebies, thanks to reading the fantasy horror novel Threshold. "The dark is eeeevol!" That'd freak anyone out. *firm nod*
Less lame is the fact that I'm wearing the Loreena McKennit concert T-shirt (XL) that Josie's Europe-roamin' friend left at my door when he utterly failed to ring the doorbel. *sigh* Who gives a chick an XL shirt? Still, horse's mouth, yeah? 'Tis swell.
Much less lame was the latest Ashes to Ashes episode. I'm afraid I can't same the same for Lost's latest.
I'm working ongetting screencaps for** a fanvid I'll probably never do, but I have to do more than just wave my arms about and say, "Ooh! Song! For this character! And ooh, lyrics! That, right there!" With a lot of vague arm-waving. Check out my arm-waving!
Four dreams I've managed to jott down. I don't think my subconscious is a happy dumpling.
1. I'm with the Doctor, on Earth, wandering around the city at night, in subway tunnels, by train tracks in the rain, in dingy restaurant kitchens. We're trying to find, or escape, a play-do sort of chameleonic alien which wanders about like a yellow blob then shifts into all sorts of shapes which then attack, like the one occasion in the kitchen where the Doctor and I run away from the bizarre multi-clawed crabs it's turned into. We find mounds of dead rats in the metro tunnel - victims of the play-do monster - and I chat with hip hop guy for information. On the streets, the monster's shifted to a cougar.
2. I don't remember this one too well, and my notes are a bit sparse, so here's the jist: I have maps to antarctica. There's a project to fertilize a blackbird. I'm lowered down a tiny hole in the ground into a cavern by my hair, which is part golden-chain. At the bottom of the pit is a baby surrounded by snakes. I have to catch the baby, hook it with something like those grappling-hook machines that only occasionally let you with a toy. I come out of the tunnel not with the baby, but with a jawless mouse, a gaping absense under it's little whiskers but it seems just fine and I don't wonder how it'll survive as I let it go. I collapse on the terrace. Something about my aunt and grandma.
3. Walking with a girl through the park or museum to a lesson, I tell her everything there is to know about how to ride a horse, somewhat sad because I'm not gong to ride. In a classroom full of students attending a lesson, I'm astride a horse in the back, picking up trash and basically cleaning up despite the sparse space.
4. On the ocean in a canoe with only one single-sided paddle, I've been turned aorund by a storm so many times that I don't know where land is anymore. As there's no point in direction - there's but the slimmest chance that I'm facing the right way - I decide to just push on in the hopes of hitting land, even if it's not the port I left. I start thinking about all the nasties that could be underneath my flimsy little canoe. Eventually, I sight land, but what at first is a wide beach ends up turning into a very small little patch of sand surrounded on all sides by jagged rocks. There's very little leeway there, and I'm not much better off than when I was in the middle of the ocean. I get back in my canoe and circle the island, and discover that the other side is a vastly inhabited modern city with train tracks, which I follow to an open-air station, stores and bossy old ladies. I'm smack on a Greek island. I end up swimming in an underwater cave with a friend and her parents, teaching her to canoe - do an "eskimo roll", as joked on Spaced - and ask around for maps and directions back to the mainland because I've decided to paddle back.
Links of the Day:
Caitlin R. Kiernan is prolific! (And has an LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
greygirlbeast.) Why doesn't anyone tell me these things? Check out Threshold's Chapter 4 and an interview
Juan the Hurricane Monster by Gilbert van Ryckevorsel - Nova Scotia represent!
Limericks :)
* Anon. or uncredited (i.e. a bumper sticker)
** I lie, for I am lazy.
I have my Proposal Presentation in 2 weeks. Le fuck.
I also have a regretable lack of food in the house. It's totally laaaaame that I realize this on a Sunday afternoon.
You know what else is lame? Getting the major heebies, and quite a few jeebies, thanks to reading the fantasy horror novel Threshold. "The dark is eeeevol!" That'd freak anyone out. *firm nod*
Less lame is the fact that I'm wearing the Loreena McKennit concert T-shirt (XL) that Josie's Europe-roamin' friend left at my door when he utterly failed to ring the doorbel. *sigh* Who gives a chick an XL shirt? Still, horse's mouth, yeah? 'Tis swell.
Much less lame was the latest Ashes to Ashes episode. I'm afraid I can't same the same for Lost's latest.
I'm working on
Four dreams I've managed to jott down. I don't think my subconscious is a happy dumpling.
1. I'm with the Doctor, on Earth, wandering around the city at night, in subway tunnels, by train tracks in the rain, in dingy restaurant kitchens. We're trying to find, or escape, a play-do sort of chameleonic alien which wanders about like a yellow blob then shifts into all sorts of shapes which then attack, like the one occasion in the kitchen where the Doctor and I run away from the bizarre multi-clawed crabs it's turned into. We find mounds of dead rats in the metro tunnel - victims of the play-do monster - and I chat with hip hop guy for information. On the streets, the monster's shifted to a cougar.
2. I don't remember this one too well, and my notes are a bit sparse, so here's the jist: I have maps to antarctica. There's a project to fertilize a blackbird. I'm lowered down a tiny hole in the ground into a cavern by my hair, which is part golden-chain. At the bottom of the pit is a baby surrounded by snakes. I have to catch the baby, hook it with something like those grappling-hook machines that only occasionally let you with a toy. I come out of the tunnel not with the baby, but with a jawless mouse, a gaping absense under it's little whiskers but it seems just fine and I don't wonder how it'll survive as I let it go. I collapse on the terrace. Something about my aunt and grandma.
3. Walking with a girl through the park or museum to a lesson, I tell her everything there is to know about how to ride a horse, somewhat sad because I'm not gong to ride. In a classroom full of students attending a lesson, I'm astride a horse in the back, picking up trash and basically cleaning up despite the sparse space.
4. On the ocean in a canoe with only one single-sided paddle, I've been turned aorund by a storm so many times that I don't know where land is anymore. As there's no point in direction - there's but the slimmest chance that I'm facing the right way - I decide to just push on in the hopes of hitting land, even if it's not the port I left. I start thinking about all the nasties that could be underneath my flimsy little canoe. Eventually, I sight land, but what at first is a wide beach ends up turning into a very small little patch of sand surrounded on all sides by jagged rocks. There's very little leeway there, and I'm not much better off than when I was in the middle of the ocean. I get back in my canoe and circle the island, and discover that the other side is a vastly inhabited modern city with train tracks, which I follow to an open-air station, stores and bossy old ladies. I'm smack on a Greek island. I end up swimming in an underwater cave with a friend and her parents, teaching her to canoe - do an "eskimo roll", as joked on Spaced - and ask around for maps and directions back to the mainland because I've decided to paddle back.
Links of the Day:
Caitlin R. Kiernan is prolific! (And has an LJ:
greygirlbeast.) Why doesn't anyone tell me these things? Check out Threshold's Chapter 4 and an interviewJuan the Hurricane Monster by Gilbert van Ryckevorsel - Nova Scotia represent!
Limericks :)
* Anon. or uncredited (i.e. a bumper sticker)
** I lie, for I am lazy.
