I need a shot of tequila, and quick death

[freckles_and_doubt]

Cape Town has come over all coy, and has been swathed in thick mist since last night. This is creepy and atmospheric and is causing me to subliminally expect tripods, or tentacles, or small futuristic armies, to emerge at any moment and lay waste to the suburb. Either that or the mists will eventually lift to reveal the post-apocalyptic wasteland of the already devastated city. On the other hand, I think I'm possibly short on sleep and unduly depressive.

In the Department of Random Linkery, Texts From Last Night is wildly entertaining and occasionally completely surreal. Owing to the resurgence of my lecturing habit it is also impossible for me to read them without trying to deconstruct whether or not these are genuine expressions of drunk/high off-the-wallness, or simulations of same. If simulations, they're extremely effective and practically indistinguishable from the real thing. Also, Baudrillard.

Now I go forth to show clips from Nosferatu and Interview with the Vampire to my third-years, who are a lovely class capable of pleasingly intelligent contribution. Clip-selecting last night revealed that actually Tom Cruise is still bloody irritating in that film - I had the sort of vague impression it was one of his more accomplished outings, but he's simply annoyingly fey in large chunks. However, Creole prostitutes bitten in the breast ftw, analytically speaking. Pray for the actual arrival of Classroom Facilities with the DVD player. Eroticism lectures are all about the equipment.

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[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

I eyed those dachshchshsschunds for a long while, wondering how I could easily get one to starmadeshadow.