rambly waking up

Judging from last night's dreams my subconscious is very kinky, and very sub.
Huh. Who'da guessed?
The bit with Nicole Kidman was unusual but acceptable. The bit with some random bloke was vaguely annoying. I mean, if the dream is going to make up some random guy who you fancy cause he's into recreational mathematics, couldn't he look like the 10th Doctor? Dream guy could fix my corset so it was real comfy though, so, plus sides. Somehow I can't see the Doctor having very much experience with corsets. Though now I can see him trying and it's very, very diverting.

The parts of the dream where I was running around trying to get me and my friends out of a rapidly compressing reality by sweet talking a being called Seraphina was kind of fun. She made a cloud plane. Like an air plane but made out of clouds. Least psychologically comforting seat ever. You stand there, and you wonder what you're standing *on*, and sometimes you can see through it, and yet you can't see out well enough to know if you're going to crunch into a mountain or the big heap of buildings that used to be the edge of the world. Also, it is cold and damp.

The parts of the dream where I was at a convention but, despite having already checked into my hotel room which was booked through the convention, they couldn't find my badge or my name on the list, yet they kept trying to sign me up for lots of volunteer stuff anyway... usually I get pre-con anxiety dreams where the hotel room vanishes, but this way round isn't hugely better.

How is it only one week until The Hub II?
... it is a week, right? I haven't forgotten it's today?
*checks* *sigh of relief*



I realised that yesterday the gods of comedy timing were not quite with us. I mean, there was a conversation about visual perception / distortion / hallucinations, and there were some unexpected naked people. All it takes is for one of the hallucination conversation to see them, look puzzled, and then ignore them and carry on talking, and we has comedy gold.
Like the bit with my computer chair in class. There was a whole section of class about the Chain of Being and ascending to sprituality and heaven or descending to bestiality and hell. Again, if this happens while I'm struggling with getting the computer chair to stay up or down enough, shiny.
I could write up many of my experiences as comedy.
But then nobody would believe them and also if I sold it people would be expecting me to be able to make up funny.

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I just wrote 7 pages, 2000 words, of a script based on my day at college. So far everything is true, but edited together from different days and with added Comedy Timing. And so far I've only got as far as sitting down and starting the lesson. Getting places takes quite a lot of work.

Now I have two problems. Even if I finish writing this, nobody is going to want to read it. And to finish writing it the exact way it is in my head means using chunks of a real conversation from yesterday, which I probably shouldn't ought to. I think I'll write it and then ask permission. Then on the second draft I can change those bits and see if I can keep it making sense.

I started out just writing about Things That Happened but already by arranging them and adding some timing themes are happening. I only meant to write about Rainbows because they're pretty, but now there's a theme about Order and how things are Supposed To Happen. And it ties in with what I've been studying in Renaissance class, and becomes funny. In my head. To me. Anyway. So, what I mean is, the act of storytelling turns Stuff into Themes, just because you put them next to each other. Although I fear I may be exaggerating things rather to have everything in one day, but story always does that too. Shall see if it is interesting.


ETA: 9 pages and 2678 words. but a lot of them are pasted in from my Renaissance notes so that's not very impressive.

I need to look up how to format stuff that you're seeing on screen, specially if you're meant to see it while people are talking.

ETA2: 10 pages, 2922 words, and I have concluded I am Not Funny. *sigh*
I will continue writing because if I gave up every time I decided something was bad in the middle I'd... end up with a finished work history very greatly resembling my own... oops...

Powerful Women

Reading around links of links of links I landed on an old post about how the comics industry teaches artists to portray women. It reminded me of all the reasons I don't so often get around to reading comics. Little things like women mostly being drawn with their hands hidden, or their backs in weird S shapes that I can't even make, or up on tip toes. They add up to the not little thing where women in comics can't just be powerful, can't just get things done, they're too busy being looked at.

Also today I looked at some picspam of women and men of color. I was sort of annoyed at how many of them I didn't know cause they all looked awesome.

But in my head the one is the solution to the other: picspam of powerful women!

Not comics art. Comics are the problem. They've been copying their poses from each other, or from lingerie catalogues and porn if you believe some rumours.

Pictures of real women, powerful women, in some sense kicking arse.


I tried poking google to get a good start. I typed in 'powerful women' and by page 3 I got a picture of Aragorn. Google fail. Eventually I got this, which is very comics in some ways but there's muscles and grr and actual clothing.

There's other pictures I looked for but my google fu is weak.
Hunter in Neverwhere. Martha with UNIT, or walking the world in Last of the Time Lords. Donna with her save the world secretarial skills. Sarah Connor, movie or TV series. Buffy. Amanda. Some martial artists with their own movies. I don't really know that genre, but there's got to be some good stuff.

So, dear internets, pictures?
Want to see what powerful women look like.