So now it's 0500 and clearly I'm not getting any more sleep

Today's anxiety dream: I get very lost and find a train station I never been to before. It is weirdly retro, even for a nowhere train. I go in to ask for help to get home. They say there is a train. In my dreams Dereham has a train station, not the one it actually has that only goes to the one place, a proper linked in one that hides behind the places we used to run round for cross country. So I figure I have found the station it is linked to. I run to get the train, but it turns out the station has no platforms, and you can run out the door right in front of a train, and the staff are all yelping and trying to stop me. And then I say sorry I'm stupid but I'm disabled and sometimes don't notice things. They say hmmm, would you like some free gifts and a free journey? And who wouldn't? So I go in the office to sign a bit of paper and get some free shiny cards with wizards and stuff on them, and they stamp my hand, and walk me out the other door, and try to bury me in the sand and kill me.

... thanks, subconscious. So much. Because it's not like I had enough travel anxiety as it is.

I think the thing where I spend much of my life waving little cards around that officially say 'disabled' but in the subtext say 'vulnerable' kind of bugs me.

It being one of my dreams though, and having had much practice by now, I do not drown in sand, and instead end up burying the train station staff.

And then I go back to the information window and ask them to print out how to get home. And discover they were sending me to the wrong Dereham anyway.

:eyeroll:

Stupid essays about Shakespeare and Star Trek

How exactly is the Prime Directive and a policy of non-interference colonialist?
I just read an essay with a conclusion including the phrase "dodgy and vaguely colonialist policies of 'noninterference'"
I thought colonialism was about saying we know best so we'll go teach them with guns, I don't get how leaving people alone is colonialist.

Another bit of the same essay tried to argue that Shakespeare quotes in Star Trek don't relate to the theme of the episodes. It argues this on the basis of a website that collects the quotes without analysing or mentioning the theme of the episodes. I figure this might be because a Star Trek site assumes that Star Trek viewers know the Star Trek episodes, but might not have noticed all the Shakespeare. Also because it is a quotes site, not a piece of literary criticism.

Stupid chapter took me two days to read cause I had to stop whenever it got too stupid.

Woochi the Demon Slayer

Another Cine Asia film from the supermarket, and a total win.
Martial arts and magic, with some real art going into the magic. Not just throwing fireballs, though there's plenty of fire, but some interest and elegance put in to how the magic gets called.
And Woochi is a trickster-wizard, playing with people, so it's not just knock down fights.
Plus, it has an evil rabbit. A giant evil rabbit. A giant evil rabbit goblin of doom. Win!

It could have had more women, but that's slightly complicated - ( Read more... )

There was stick fighting, and fights with a fan. I like fighting fans. Weapons that are just weapons are inelegant.

There's also lots of changes of clothes and an intradiagetic soundtrack, because Woochi considers these things important :-)

I read a review that was all blah about it saying it had seen too many films just like it. But I haven't seen anything like it. This might be because I haven't watched very many Asian films yet, but I think it's cause this one is really well done.

Urgh.

I ate eggs for lunch.
The date on the box said I could eat them today.
My digestive system has been informing me since then that the box was optimistic.


... the internet needs to know.



I can't not go to college tomorrow. For one, I skipped one lesson out of 12 to go to redemption, and everyone missed the last two because of bank holidays. That does not leave many lessons. For another, there are two seperate conventions I didn't go to this weekend because I can't skip two weeks in a semester to go to conventions, and if I end up skipping it anyway, I will have missed RDA for nothing. Plus if I'd gone I wouldn't have ate the eggs and wouldn't be ill. So I would have had a massively better time.

In an alternate universe where I care less about college I probably did that.

... actually I don't care about college, I just made a rule I can't quit until I can think of something better to do. Since I've sort of lost enthusiasm for pretty much everything, some days including breathing, I have yet to think of anything better to do. And it would be daft to be at college since 2002 and then quit on the last couple of years. So, onwards.

I really wish my digestive system would cooperate with this plan.