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tenlittlebullets) wrote2011-02-09 05:13 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2011-02-09 05:13 pm
Things and stuff.
There is not much to update with, really. Third week of the semester and I'm already falling behind on schoolwork. (Okay, this week I did get an unusual amount of homework dumped on me as professors ironed out scheduling kinks, but my own fail is mostly to blame.) Also, I was foolish enough to assume that since the last heavy snowfall was several days ago and the streets were plowed, we were no longer in a snow emergency and I was okay to leave my car on the street overnight. Ha ha ha. Looks like I have to walk halfway to Easthampton to pick it up from the towing company tomorrow and blow $120 to get it back.
On the slightly more cheerful side, two concerts this weekend: one that I'll be seeing and one that I'll be singing in. Emilie Autumn on Saturday, then on Sunday the early-music choir is performing in Amherst. No new pieces; it's essentially a rescheduling of our December concert, which got FUBARed by weather and architecture. (The long version: we were set to perform in Smith's beautiful concert hall, whose beautiful dome is so water-damaged that when it started raining outside, it started raining inside as well, so badly we were afraid the roof would collapse on someone. We had to do a last-minute scramble to get chairs set up in the lounge for an impromptu chamber concert, and had to turn people away because there just wasn't room.) The, uh, interesting part is that we haven't met since December--tonight is going to be our first and only rehearsal for this concert.
What other news? I'm slowly being indoctrinated with Doctor Who. I'm not feeling the fannish tug so far, but it is definitely fun and now I'll be able to get all the cultural-references-among-geeks that I never got before. Pretty sure there is something wrong with me, though, or at least with what I do and do not find horrifying and traumatic. Everyone else in the room spent most of "The Empty Child" clutching each other, flailing, and going "OH GOD NIGHTMARES TONIGHT," and I spent most of it going "This is motherfucking epic." On the other hand, "Father's Day" is amazing but it is also high-octane nightmare fuel that hits a good number of my deep-seated psychological childhood terrors. (Have watched up through "The Doctor Dances," plz no spoilers for later episodes in comments.)
Finally managed to acquire an external hard drive with more space than my computer's hard drive, which means I can finally have all my shit backed up in one place. (In addition to many forms of redundant backup--my files are archived six ways from Sunday, it's corralling them all together that's a pain in the ass.) Which means I will be sifting through things, getting my hard drive organized, and hopefully doing a few photodumps soon.
On the slightly more cheerful side, two concerts this weekend: one that I'll be seeing and one that I'll be singing in. Emilie Autumn on Saturday, then on Sunday the early-music choir is performing in Amherst. No new pieces; it's essentially a rescheduling of our December concert, which got FUBARed by weather and architecture. (The long version: we were set to perform in Smith's beautiful concert hall, whose beautiful dome is so water-damaged that when it started raining outside, it started raining inside as well, so badly we were afraid the roof would collapse on someone. We had to do a last-minute scramble to get chairs set up in the lounge for an impromptu chamber concert, and had to turn people away because there just wasn't room.) The, uh, interesting part is that we haven't met since December--tonight is going to be our first and only rehearsal for this concert.
What other news? I'm slowly being indoctrinated with Doctor Who. I'm not feeling the fannish tug so far, but it is definitely fun and now I'll be able to get all the cultural-references-among-geeks that I never got before. Pretty sure there is something wrong with me, though, or at least with what I do and do not find horrifying and traumatic. Everyone else in the room spent most of "The Empty Child" clutching each other, flailing, and going "OH GOD NIGHTMARES TONIGHT," and I spent most of it going "This is motherfucking epic." On the other hand, "Father's Day" is amazing but it is also high-octane nightmare fuel that hits a good number of my deep-seated psychological childhood terrors. (Have watched up through "The Doctor Dances," plz no spoilers for later episodes in comments.)
Finally managed to acquire an external hard drive with more space than my computer's hard drive, which means I can finally have all my shit backed up in one place. (In addition to many forms of redundant backup--my files are archived six ways from Sunday, it's corralling them all together that's a pain in the ass.) Which means I will be sifting through things, getting my hard drive organized, and hopefully doing a few photodumps soon.
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Re: being properly fannish about Doctor Who, I didn't feel that way until I hit third season. So you are certainly not Doing It Wrong by just enjoying it rather than feeling fannish! I am fascinated by you being freaked out by Father's Day much more than Empty Child/Doctor Dances, but that's awesome. The latter two episodes are indeed motherfucking epic. :D
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Also: Where are you in DW?
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I will forever be terrified by Blink. Also, Satan Pit has some definite creepy. But Blink wins, hands down, for scarring a person for life.
Note I'm not really in the fandom. It was always, for me, an 'ooh, this is fun!' not a 'I must engage with this further!' sort of thing. The difference between "fan" and "fannish" - that's me and all of RTD's work, I think. (Have you seen his Casanova? I don't know if it should be seen before or after you've seen Tennant as the Doctor, but it's way awesome.)
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Also, Dr. Who is hit or miss. I am not a fan girl, but I really enjoy it just for the sake of enjoyment without the trappings of fandom. :)
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