practically obliged to wab
Monday, 23 May 2005 09:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtI came up to campus all early, like, specifically so I could collect a batch of essays and do some marking before my lecture. Except that the department's office isn't open, so I can't collect them. Which means I shall have to fritter away an hour blogging. Darn.
I had a really, really odd dream last night, which entailed attending a high school reunion with Stace and Karen (neither of whom I was at school with, but both of whom - and I think this is probably important - have recently had babies). This entailed rows of chairs in a rather lovely garden outside a castle that I think, in retrospect, was probably Nottingham Castle, which I visited a couple of years ago. Except that halfway through the dream segued, in that way dreams have, into a live performance of Phantom of the Opera, featuring Jeremy Irons, who was busy being angsty and tormented, in song, and a mask, about whether or not to give up his life of evil and become a normal member of society. I have no particular interest in Jeremy Irons, but have recently seen him in a deeply silly role in Time Machine - not quite as silly as he is in Dungeons and Dragons, but close. I think my subconscious feels he has real need to repent his choice of movies. He picks some real lulus.
I have no notion why the idea of a high school reunion should be associated in my fermenting back-brain with Phantom - deformed horror, the lurking outsider, subterranean secrets stalking the daylit world, really cheesy music? Actually, given that I was at high school in the 80s, probably all of the above...
Must now go and animatedly dissect a really disturbing piece of Weasleycest with my third-years, who are being traumatised by it. Heh.
p.s. new icon is a termagant, from Pratchett's own illustrations to The Carpet People. Watch this space for pones.
I had a really, really odd dream last night, which entailed attending a high school reunion with Stace and Karen (neither of whom I was at school with, but both of whom - and I think this is probably important - have recently had babies). This entailed rows of chairs in a rather lovely garden outside a castle that I think, in retrospect, was probably Nottingham Castle, which I visited a couple of years ago. Except that halfway through the dream segued, in that way dreams have, into a live performance of Phantom of the Opera, featuring Jeremy Irons, who was busy being angsty and tormented, in song, and a mask, about whether or not to give up his life of evil and become a normal member of society. I have no particular interest in Jeremy Irons, but have recently seen him in a deeply silly role in Time Machine - not quite as silly as he is in Dungeons and Dragons, but close. I think my subconscious feels he has real need to repent his choice of movies. He picks some real lulus.
I have no notion why the idea of a high school reunion should be associated in my fermenting back-brain with Phantom - deformed horror, the lurking outsider, subterranean secrets stalking the daylit world, really cheesy music? Actually, given that I was at high school in the 80s, probably all of the above...
Must now go and animatedly dissect a really disturbing piece of Weasleycest with my third-years, who are being traumatised by it. Heh.
p.s. new icon is a termagant, from Pratchett's own illustrations to The Carpet People. Watch this space for pones.
