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tenlittlebullets) wrote2011-02-24 11:20 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2011-02-24 11:20 pm
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My life is pretty boring right now, which is why I haven't updated in... uh... two weeks. Yesterday was Rally Day, whose purpose I am still not entirely sure of even though I sat through all the assemblies and shit... as far as I can tell it's an excuse for the tradition of "seniors wear their graduation gowns early and make silly self-decorated hats to wear in place of the cap." I might've gone a tiny bit overboard on mine, which started life as a black straw hat and ended up festooned with a garland of red and black artificial flowers, a peacock feather, assorted other flower/feathery bells and whistles, a huge bow and train made of black tulle, red butterflies floating around my head on wires, a bunch of fake grapes, and--oh yeah--a gigantic raven perched on the brim.
Classes are going well enough... sadly, the only truly boring one is the one that sounds really awesome from the course description: computer science seminar on digital music and sound processing. The professor is really sweet, but not engaging at all.
As far as other classes, though, I'm in the slightly odd position of being top of the class in... math and athletics. These are both things I've gotten used to enjoying even though I'm not a natural at them and have to put in a lot of effort to achieve middle-of-the-pack status. But I have more math background than most of the other people in my linear algebra class, so the prof is like "gold star for YOU for knowing your way around proofs." As for fencing and kung fu, though... I don't even know. Middle-school gym teachers tended to like me because I was gung-ho despite being completely-shit-to-mediocre at most things, but today the fencing teacher pulled me aside and seriously told me to go out for fencing team. Whoa, what? This sort of thing does not happen to me. I guess I am just better at hitting/stabbing things than at throwing a ball around--too many Tamora Pierce books as a child, maybe.
Also, I feel the need to mention that I finally watched "Girl in the Fireplace" earlier this week, and last night as I was drifting off to sleep I became aware that something in my room was ticking. Ticking, ticking, ticking, and gradually slowing down. I don't have any analog clocks in my room. I had a few moments of flaily horror before it started hissing too and I realized it was just my demonic radiator up to its usual tricks. All the same, Doctor Who is now right up there with, say, The Last Unicorn on the list of "amazing, allegedly kid-friendly fare that would have been high-octane nightmare fuel if I'd watched it at an impressionable age." Everyone's always so worked up about shielding kids from sex (which completely fails to register because they just don't understand it) and outright violence/scariness (which, I don't know about you, but my tender little psyche was pretty good at blocking crude full-frontal attacks) when it's the subtler, unsettling psychological mindfuck that's really more trauma-inducing for kids than for adults. All the RL Stine in the universe combined was less horrifying to my eight-year-old self than the ending of Dorian Gray.
Classes are going well enough... sadly, the only truly boring one is the one that sounds really awesome from the course description: computer science seminar on digital music and sound processing. The professor is really sweet, but not engaging at all.
As far as other classes, though, I'm in the slightly odd position of being top of the class in... math and athletics. These are both things I've gotten used to enjoying even though I'm not a natural at them and have to put in a lot of effort to achieve middle-of-the-pack status. But I have more math background than most of the other people in my linear algebra class, so the prof is like "gold star for YOU for knowing your way around proofs." As for fencing and kung fu, though... I don't even know. Middle-school gym teachers tended to like me because I was gung-ho despite being completely-shit-to-mediocre at most things, but today the fencing teacher pulled me aside and seriously told me to go out for fencing team. Whoa, what? This sort of thing does not happen to me. I guess I am just better at hitting/stabbing things than at throwing a ball around--too many Tamora Pierce books as a child, maybe.
Also, I feel the need to mention that I finally watched "Girl in the Fireplace" earlier this week, and last night as I was drifting off to sleep I became aware that something in my room was ticking. Ticking, ticking, ticking, and gradually slowing down. I don't have any analog clocks in my room. I had a few moments of flaily horror before it started hissing too and I realized it was just my demonic radiator up to its usual tricks. All the same, Doctor Who is now right up there with, say, The Last Unicorn on the list of "amazing, allegedly kid-friendly fare that would have been high-octane nightmare fuel if I'd watched it at an impressionable age." Everyone's always so worked up about shielding kids from sex (which completely fails to register because they just don't understand it) and outright violence/scariness (which, I don't know about you, but my tender little psyche was pretty good at blocking crude full-frontal attacks) when it's the subtler, unsettling psychological mindfuck that's really more trauma-inducing for kids than for adults. All the RL Stine in the universe combined was less horrifying to my eight-year-old self than the ending of Dorian Gray.
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Also! How was Emilie?? I am seeing her myself on Tuesday! =D
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Let us note the Moffat episodes: Empty Child, Girl in the Fireplace, Blink, that awful thing in series 4 where lights go out in the greenhouse. Pretty much the major episodes that should never be watched alone with the lights off.
Steven Moffat terrifies adult women, let alone small children. (and I still can't quite wrap my mind around how the man responsible for Jeff Murdoch is also responsible for Blink.)
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Silence in the Library!
"Hey, who turned out the lights?!" Oh god.
I watched all of Who alone on my computer. Blink still gives me nightmares. I see fucking angels everywhere.
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