I slept in a locked box full of weapons until I discovered the restful qualities of "drink".

[freckles_and_doubt]

Things Achieved This Week:

• Reading all the back numbers of Scary Go Round, with true dedication given the occasional dilettante fainting fits of this Iburst connection. I feel much more lateral now.
• Marked all outstanding essays from two out of my three seminars. Having scraped the last traces of randomly meandering Disney criticism off the soles of my feet, I have the weekend in which to get to grips with third-years getting to grips with Sheri Tepper aliens. My money's on the aliens. (Mind control and nasty spines. Mere postmodernism is helpless).
• Got another job offer. *pauses to revive fainted self from floor position*. Not a real job, naturally, but the faculty wish to pay me considerably over my current hourly pay for two hours a day giving curriculum advice to lost, drifty students throughout 2007. Not quite a half post, but sort of a third of one. Together with my current half post, this may make me about five-sixths Grown Up, and innocently proud at having retained my childish ability to do fractions. Also, the jack-booted fascist in me bizarrely enjoys wading into the hopeless chaos that is the average undergraduate curriculum and making it form ranks in short order. The little hapless bewildered students get all puppy-dog-eyed and grateful.
• Re-read all the Ankh Morpork City Watch novels there are. Am darkly suspecting self of schoolgirl crush on Captain Carrot, despite recurring desire to beat his head against the wall (something known to science as the Orlando Bloom Effect). On the upside, five years ago it would have been the Patrician, so I feel I have definitely Grown As A Person. However, Angua would probably kill me if I tried anything.
• In the inevitable crumbling of my credit card against the onslaughts of unreason, read the first six Princess Diaries. The less said about that the better.
• Had the most bizarre and trippy dreams last night, even for me. Giant spaceship. Apocalypse. Invasions of horrible evil things who turned out to be hordes of gibbering chimpanzees in print dresses. Chaos, pandemonium, panicking in corridors, zappy ray-gun fire in pleasing shades of green. Exhausting.

I have to go and cuddle my cat now, she's sitting next to the keyboard looking cute.

Comments

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

Was the spaceship at all phallic?

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Au contraire. It was vast and round and full of curvy tunnels. Your point being...?

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

Hmm, interesting. Clearly a feminine symbol then.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Not all spaceships are necessarily about sex.

Last night I had a long, involved dream in which I had to steal a green garden chair from my grandmother's incredibly larney mansion in Australia. I don't think that was about sex, either.

[strawberryfrog.livejournal.com]

Yes, but this one was cclearly the mothership. And the chimps were offspring.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

What, offspring re-invading the womb? I don't think so. Pretty demonic offspring, too, although I admit that my subconscious may not disagree entirely with that categorisation.

Jack, Booted Fascist

[egadfly.livejournal.com]

Congrats on the new joblet. I still think you should look for something in a grown-up country for a while, but 'tis much the better if you are comfortable while you do so.

[pinkthulhu.livejournal.com]

Have you watched any of the Princess Diary movies? Are they any good?

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I have not. I'm not sure my dedication to the academic cause of Young Adult literature (which is this week's excuse for fluffy reading) goes quite that far. Besides, by a process of random Anne Hathaway association, I vaguely expect the movie to trash the book as badly as Ella Enchanted did.

However, I darkly suspect that one of these fine days a fated concatenation of depression, booze and a free evening will lead me to take the movie out on DVD and pickle my brain in it. In which case, I'll let you know the verdict.

[ex-wytchfyn.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a good week, but are you SURE you've moved on from the Patrician? Alan Rickman is much more likely to play him than Carrot.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

Alan Rickman! so over him!

Actually, not really, but I'm trying to convince myself that I've kicked my addiction to Really Awful Men.

Carrot should clearly be played by the bastard love-child of Orlando Bloom and someone muscular but devious, although I can't immediately think of who. Russell Crowe?