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I went to the Sainsbury Centre for Visual Arts (I think it's called)!
There were pictures! And sculptures! And... whatsit, installations? Where it's doing something, I don't know. And they were showing movies and they had movie posters up for the Alien Nation bit, some really classy ones like the original Bodysnatchers and a really nice bit of lettering for The Thing and a bunch of others. And the best bit of the Alien Nation thing is the family group there's a picture of in the advertising, but it's still pretty cool.
And the 'Eye music' bit with lots of modernist art was awesome. I want to go again! Only trouble being this is the last week it's on. Typical. But I did lots of looking and I have much memory of it.
My brain space got full. I looked at my favourite bits of the usual collection too, but only very quickly.
There's big spiral staircases with glass sides. Not my favourite thing. I have the opinion that while it's all very well that 'down' has to exist I'd really rather not *see* it.
The nice helper person from Learner Support followed me around all day and made sure I was okay. That's very nice. And I was usually at the back trailing along trying not to look down the stairs, and I got a bit dizzy, but aside from that I was okay.

There were some pictures with gorgeous colors in the Eye Music section, and lovely shapes, and the nice pictures made of rectangles, and and and many many many. We got a guided tour. It was very cool.

Did I mention I want to go again?

We had to go through the gift shop. I got out with less than £10 spent, so I think I was doing okay ;-) I bought a badge with a picture of one of my favourite sculptures on it, from the Egyptian section, a Hathor. Also there were these little metal pebbles with hieroglyphs on one side and the translation on the other. I nearly didn't notice those but I ended up with three. And there were glow in the dark stars. Glowy is good. Not especially artistic, but good.


The driver on the way there proved once again he isn't very friendly. First he got lost, because he thought we were going to the hospital. I do not know why he thought there was an art place at the hospital, but there you go. Then I pointed out the signs once we started going the right way. Then he says "I can read you know" so I was shush again. So then, naturally, he got lost again, and tried to go in the staff car park even though it said STAFF CAR PARK in big letters.


On the way back the helper from college helped me get the right bus. That was cool. And then it got very full. And then I was back in the middle of town and knew where to go next. I had either two minutes or half an hour until the bus so I went to Borders and got more Tanya Huff books and then bought a cookie to eat at home. Then I went to catch the bus with ten minutes to spare.
... that bus didn't turn up. Or, possibly, did turn up - half an hour late. They're meant to go every half hour anyway. *sigh*

So then I got very stompy sulky but I didn't do yelling or anything antisocial and I did get a seat so that works out okay.
I don't like it when the bus sign says it'll be 3 minutes and keeps saying that for a lot of minutes. Not good.
Also at least three people pushed in the line. They probably thought they had a right to somehow or other, but we were all in line and these three people all decided somewhere in front of me was where in the line they should be. Bad they!


So, anyways, tired now.
Brain full of pretty pictures though. Very cool.
:-D

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I had some sleep
then I had some drink
then I had some hiccups
then I had some more drink
...
now maybe I'll have sleep again.


I dreamed I was at the art center with a bottle of champagne getting happily silly-drunk. I never drink alcohol but it was an amusing dream all the same. Not so much the bit of it where everyone else left on the bus while I was in the loo though. That bit got spooky - there was a shadow with no person. And also taps that ran hot when they said cold, but that's just random stuff that happens and only spooky if combined with flickery lights and unusual shadows.

Even when I'm dreaming of art it picks up a plot. :eyeroll:

Heroes

So, last episode of Heroes.
... which I was looking forward to so little I almost forgot it was going to be on.
But okay, I turned on half way through the episode I'd watched on BBC3 last week.
That remained an okay episode.
And then there was the last episode intro, and I find the guy isn't dead after all, yaay!
... and it then spent so long telling us things from previouslies that I nearly changed the channel.
I mean whatever momentum the story had up until then ground to a halt completely for me.

But whatever. Final episode, dark moral choices, wrestling with conscience, finding own power, and hey, love saves the day! I should be all over this, right? All sorts of good stuff.

But... I'm just really not. It doesn't work for me at all. And the only reason I can find is the treatment of women.

You see that final confrontation? There's seven men, or six and a little boy if you count it a bit different, but Micah got a save the day moment so I think I'll count him. On the other hand there's two women and a little girl. The little girl hid and was scared and decided the guy who got shot was her hero... and not, say, the strong woman. The strong woman? Was sent back to look after her family. And then the cheerleader turns up! Save the cheerleader, save the world! So she's going to do something awesome, right?

... only if you call 'inspiring men' to be awesome. Because, you know, that's our role in life. We stand there and cry and the men have to save us.

"You saved the cheerleader so we could save the world."

The aspect of brotherly love triumphing over greed for power should have been awesome. Yet that line right there sums up why I just cannot get in to this show. Because there's nowhere for me to be. Whenever I feel like I could be into it, it sends me back to looking after family and standing there crying.

I'm sorry, I know a ton of people like it, but I just can't.