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freckles_and_doubt) wrote2006-04-14 10:39 pm
freckles_and_doubt) wrote2006-04-14 10:39 pm
words! too many words!
I did this day slay that damned animation entry, she says with satisfaction, dancing on its recumbent corpse with becoming cartoon glee. Tomorrow, Disney, which entails tackling all the notes I've made and rendering into reasonably sensible English such cryptic comments as "cnsmrist pdigm", "nstalgic manip" and "bltant fklc pervsion", interspersed with the occasional "aargh!" and "bugger!" (Actually, in retrospect "bltant fklc pervsion" looks rude, and probably is). Writing on Disney is a process the upshot of which is a strange mixture of loathing, frustration and vindictive satisfaction: I abominate what they stand for, but there's a perverse pleasure in identifying and labelling their manifold iniquities with sadistic (or possibly masochistic), surgical precision.
Somewhat predictably, I have entirely failed to summon the necessary willpower not to write LARPs, and have been gently exhorting myself through the actual academic work by allowing myself brief excursions into the Wild West. *fires off six-shooter contentedly*. This would be the LARP we started writing, lo, these many years ago, before jo actually buggered off overseas - in fact, the current character sheet I'm writing (in a laconic Western drawl) was started in the year 2000. I figure that's quite enough self-denial to be going on with.
Tomorrow I plan to toddle off and watch the recent SciFi Channel version of Earthsea, courtesy of Mike. By all accounts it's a shockingly bad adaptation denounced roundly by Le Guin herself, but I shall fortify myself with Mike's excellent wine, and stave off the actual ritual suicide by planning the vindictive blog entry with which I shall subsequently edify the faithful, always supposing that my own lower intestine hasn't leapt up and throttled me in a praiseworthy attempt to save my sanity. Reviewing as an extreme sport, the new craze.
Somewhat predictably, I have entirely failed to summon the necessary willpower not to write LARPs, and have been gently exhorting myself through the actual academic work by allowing myself brief excursions into the Wild West. *fires off six-shooter contentedly*. This would be the LARP we started writing, lo, these many years ago, before jo actually buggered off overseas - in fact, the current character sheet I'm writing (in a laconic Western drawl) was started in the year 2000. I figure that's quite enough self-denial to be going on with.
Tomorrow I plan to toddle off and watch the recent SciFi Channel version of Earthsea, courtesy of Mike. By all accounts it's a shockingly bad adaptation denounced roundly by Le Guin herself, but I shall fortify myself with Mike's excellent wine, and stave off the actual ritual suicide by planning the vindictive blog entry with which I shall subsequently edify the faithful, always supposing that my own lower intestine hasn't leapt up and throttled me in a praiseworthy attempt to save my sanity. Reviewing as an extreme sport, the new craze.