another sunny day

[freckles_and_doubt]

Today's Daily Sun billboard reads:

BEDROOM IS ENERGY BOX!

Possible interpretations (and I'm not sure why I think of the smutty ones first. Blame the rigours of curriculum advice):

1. Couple has sex in cruel booby-trap bedroom with hidden wiring, is electrified.
   
2. Couple has wild tantric sex in pentagram, provides electricity for entire house.
   
3. Couple remove roof from bedroom, lie naked on bed, soak up rays, photosynthesise.
   
4. Ghostbuster widget with flashing lights and extendible ears goes wild at very high occult readings in bedroom. (I watched Ghostbusters again last night, can you tell? Had forgotten how pleasingly silly it is. Also, how good the cast).
   
5. Families huddle together for warmth under giant duvets. Which is odd, as Cape Town is currently suspiciously warm, with berg winds.

Owing to unfavourable cosmic wossnames I was on the curriculum advice tables from 8.45am to 4.15pm yesterday, with one 20-minute break for lunch, while magpie, Möbius trails of students stretched down the stairs. This necessitated staggering home and vegging in front of Ghostbusters in default of actual brain, which worked surprisingly well. Today I rinse, repeat, only this time with Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Clearly the first week of term causes me to retreat into 80s nostalgia. I also have Weird Science and The Breakfast Club in reserve.

I have no brain from curriculum advice, so therefore am wimping out on a Random Ginormous Fantasy Epic for today. Instead I request witterers to ritually reflect for a few minutes on the manifest iniquities of Stephen Donaldson. Any particularly pithy insults can be left in the comments, where they will improve my day enormously.

Comments

[mac1235.livejournal.com]

"Stephen Donaldson? I read him when I was young...." Me, damning with faint praise?
Actually I liked Mordant's Need.

[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

I liked Mordant's Need as well, until I went back and read it again about a year and a half ago. Upon which I realised:
1. Mirrors pretty. Cute. Original.
2. Female character revoltingly passive.
3. Dear gods, this man writes badly.

On the other hand, there's always a sort of vindictive satisfaction in re-reading it, Master Eremis always reminds me irresistibly of the Bastard Ex-Boyfriend From Hell.