so much for the weekend
Sunday, 19 June 2005 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freckles_and_doubtYes, well. I think the 'flu hit me harder than I thought; I seem to have done nothing for the last week other than watch bad movies, read Dick Francis novels and Lemony Snicket, and sleep an average of ten hours a night. This has, bizarrely, effectively shifted my sleep cycle, so that, instead of being a bed-by-10pm sorta girl, I'm now routinely hitting the sack at around 1am and waking at 11 or so. This makes it kinda hard to get any work done. I honestly don't know how all you night owls do it. Sleep hours during the day take up twice as much time as sleep at night. Weird biological mathematics.
At any rate, happy to report that The Core, while causing![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starmadeshadow to gibber gently with astrophysical horror at various points, wasn't as bad a film as I'd expected; actually some quite cool and repeatable dialogue. (Something you never hear in thriller films and definitely should: FBI goons: "Please come with us, sir." Cute professor: "What's happening?" Goon: "We don't know, sir, your security clearance is higher than ours."). Also, the cute professor had all us postgrad academics swooning with pleasure, not because he was cute (although he was), but because he was a PhD supervisor who was not only in the same room as his students for minutes at a time, but made constructive suggestions such as "I'll sign your PhDs with my eyes shut." Plus, he saved the world. I'm so in the wrong field.
On the actual achievement front, my Falkenstein party finally hit Earth again on Friday night, after no more harrowing experiences than the breakdown of their spacecraft's Babbage Engine in mid-flight, necessitating frantic vandalism of delicate mechanisms in order to manually raise and lower anti-gravity shutters. Entertaining, for the DM at least. Splashdown in North Sea, and they didn't even get arrested. Score.
Am now sending self sternly off to bed, on the grounds that I have to reclaim the daylight somehow, I don't write academic stuff at all well at night, for some reason, my intellectual function shuts down at about 7pm. Must... finish... Tolkien ... paper!
At any rate, happy to report that The Core, while causing
starmadeshadow to gibber gently with astrophysical horror at various points, wasn't as bad a film as I'd expected; actually some quite cool and repeatable dialogue. (Something you never hear in thriller films and definitely should: FBI goons: "Please come with us, sir." Cute professor: "What's happening?" Goon: "We don't know, sir, your security clearance is higher than ours."). Also, the cute professor had all us postgrad academics swooning with pleasure, not because he was cute (although he was), but because he was a PhD supervisor who was not only in the same room as his students for minutes at a time, but made constructive suggestions such as "I'll sign your PhDs with my eyes shut." Plus, he saved the world. I'm so in the wrong field.On the actual achievement front, my Falkenstein party finally hit Earth again on Friday night, after no more harrowing experiences than the breakdown of their spacecraft's Babbage Engine in mid-flight, necessitating frantic vandalism of delicate mechanisms in order to manually raise and lower anti-gravity shutters. Entertaining, for the DM at least. Splashdown in North Sea, and they didn't even get arrested. Score.
Am now sending self sternly off to bed, on the grounds that I have to reclaim the daylight somehow, I don't write academic stuff at all well at night, for some reason, my intellectual function shuts down at about 7pm. Must... finish... Tolkien ... paper!
