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Thursday, 13 September 2007 11:03 pmSlightly surreal day: I woke up at about 6am in a sort of Thurberesque fog - something "kept going 'clong!' off in that direction..." and I lay awake blearily thinking, "They say the forest wizards bounce things off the moon." Either that, or an extremely obsessive person was dropping small metal weights off the roof of the hospital at irregular intervals.
The fogginess persisted through most of the day, lending a particular piquancy to the pile of marking through which I am currently wading. (Someone mentioned the "clocks and swords" of Star Wars, and I had to sharply head myself back from a sort of notional steampunk space opera for the basic spelling error to sink in). I'm also a bit post-glandular again, which means I spent jo's game this evening clutching my throat at intervals while trying to follow the extremely intense and technical discussion of telepathic magical tactics. (Have you ever noticed how completely impossible it is to discuss magic, particularly the telepathic kind, without resorting to metaphor and analogy?)
I am happy to note, however, that Pajiba, my favourite movie review site, has published a rhapsody to the Evil Dead trilogy, which includes Army of Darkness, the perfect goofy late-night drunken comedy/horror movie that - shock! - jo has never seen. This Will Be Rectified, just as soon as I've tracked down a DVD copy and beaten my credit card into submission. In other words, not anytime soon.
Last Night I Dreamed: the usual epic quest adventure, this time with a donkey, through a barren, mountainous kingdom. We took refuge in the encampment of a bunch of bootleg film-makers, who proceeded to pose us in beautiful Victorian gowns for the purpose of extremely decorous movies with obscene puns for titles. When the war swept over the encampment we escaped with the donkey through a tunnel under the mountains.
The fogginess persisted through most of the day, lending a particular piquancy to the pile of marking through which I am currently wading. (Someone mentioned the "clocks and swords" of Star Wars, and I had to sharply head myself back from a sort of notional steampunk space opera for the basic spelling error to sink in). I'm also a bit post-glandular again, which means I spent jo's game this evening clutching my throat at intervals while trying to follow the extremely intense and technical discussion of telepathic magical tactics. (Have you ever noticed how completely impossible it is to discuss magic, particularly the telepathic kind, without resorting to metaphor and analogy?)
I am happy to note, however, that Pajiba, my favourite movie review site, has published a rhapsody to the Evil Dead trilogy, which includes Army of Darkness, the perfect goofy late-night drunken comedy/horror movie that - shock! - jo has never seen. This Will Be Rectified, just as soon as I've tracked down a DVD copy and beaten my credit card into submission. In other words, not anytime soon.
Last Night I Dreamed: the usual epic quest adventure, this time with a donkey, through a barren, mountainous kingdom. We took refuge in the encampment of a bunch of bootleg film-makers, who proceeded to pose us in beautiful Victorian gowns for the purpose of extremely decorous movies with obscene puns for titles. When the war swept over the encampment we escaped with the donkey through a tunnel under the mountains.
