tempestsarekind: (come along ponds)
1. I finished watching Orphan Black. So...clones, eh? Tatiana Maslany is just as good as everyone says she is at making you believe she's actually a bunch of different people, Cosima is probably my favorite, and I can't believe the second season doesn't start airing until April.

2. I had a weird dream about a father and son traveling through time. At one point they were on a boat, and the dad discovered the uniform of his favorite soccer player (it was a child's uniform, because the boy who would grow up to be the soccer player was still a child), and he tried to buy the uniform for 100 pounds. But the family wouldn't sell it for less than 200, because they didn't know why this man would want some grubby old boy's uniform, but it was clear that he did. When I woke up, I thought, "It's good that it didn't pan out; the currency would have been wrong, anyway."

3. I did *not* jump in and offer my opinion when a bookseller at the store was trying to convince a customer to read Good Omens. More specifically, I did not blurt out, "I just started rereading that two days ago!" Which was true, but not something that needed to be shared with random strangers. I also did not buy a copy of Amanda Vickery's Behind Closed Doors: At Home at Georgian England, just because it was remaindered and batting its, er, pages at me alluringly, because I have to read some of the history books I already own and stop buying more, and do not have room for the books I have. (I'm much more vulnerable to buying history books, because I know it takes me so long to get through them; I can get fiction from the library and actually finish it before it has to go back, but I often read a few chapters of a history book and then fail to come back to it for a while, when I get sidetracked by a need for narrative that history books don't usually fill.)
tempestsarekind: (amy and her boys)
All I want to do today is watch "Amy's Choice"...

Instead I guess I'll go to the library or something, and stay away from the internet because I don't know when I'll be able to watch the series premiere of Doctor Who.

I also had a really weird collection of dreams, including one where Dominic Cooper was playing an extremely rubbish vampire (that was his description, during an interview in the dream) in Abraham Lincoln, Vampire Hunter. Apparently - so I discovered when I woke up - he was actually in that movie, which is not a thing that I knew that I knew, although I don't think he played a vampire.

And in conclusion, PONDS.

ew.

Sep. 1st, 2011 02:43 am
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Blech. Just woke up from this dream where we were all playing this 'game' in which we had to snip the ribbons off people's backs with scissors. Really rather sharp scissors, so everyone had these gashes all over themselves. And for some reason I was actually playing this game, instead of doing what I would have done in real life, which is to secretly snip my ribbon off so people would just leave me alone.

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ew.

Sep. 1st, 2011 02:43 am
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Blech. Just woke up from this dream where we were all playing this 'game' in which we had to snip the ribbons off people's backs with scissors. Really rather sharp scissors, so everyone had these gashes all over themselves. And for some reason I was actually playing this game, instead of doing what I would have done in real life, which is to secretly snip my ribbon off so people would just leave me alone.

Posted via m.livejournal.com.

blech

Feb. 27th, 2011 07:29 pm
tempestsarekind: (world in peril? have some tea)
Coming down with a cold. Mostly this is making me not want to do anything, except for some reason chain-watch episodes of Slings and Arrows S2. (Ooooops.) I don't feel terribly sick (yet, she mutters darkly; I am not convinced that I won't wake up tomorrow feeling wretched), but my brain keeps sliding off of anything that even looks like work or productivity. If I manage to make soup by throwing some frozen veg and flavorings into broth, I will be well pleased.

Also last night I had a dream that involved finding a box of maggots in my apartment, so. This weekend hasn't been the most fun a girl could have.

blech

Feb. 27th, 2011 07:29 pm
tempestsarekind: (world in peril? have some tea)
Coming down with a cold. Mostly this is making me not want to do anything, except for some reason chain-watch episodes of Slings and Arrows S2. (Ooooops.) I don't feel terribly sick (yet, she mutters darkly; I am not convinced that I won't wake up tomorrow feeling wretched), but my brain keeps sliding off of anything that even looks like work or productivity. If I manage to make soup by throwing some frozen veg and flavorings into broth, I will be well pleased.

Also last night I had a dream that involved finding a box of maggots in my apartment, so. This weekend hasn't been the most fun a girl could have.

also

Jul. 2nd, 2010 07:49 pm
tempestsarekind: (rory and amy)
I totally had a dream about Rory cut because BBC America still hasn't aired 'The Lodger' yet )

Also, I find myself wanting to write fiction about cut for the same reason )

also

Jul. 2nd, 2010 07:49 pm
tempestsarekind: (rory and amy)
I totally had a dream about Rory cut because BBC America still hasn't aired 'The Lodger' yet )

Also, I find myself wanting to write fiction about cut for the same reason )
tempestsarekind: (your strange behavior puzzles martha)
- I do not actually remember adding "rory williams" to my LJ interests. I don't even remember doing it! But there it is. What. (And yes, I remember adding "eleventh doctor" and "amy pond.") I suppose this might still be a spoiler, if you're watching on BBC America's schedule )

- Have any of you ever dreamed about the Dreaming? I've only done it the once (that I can recall), but if one may be allowed to generalize: one sees things (I think Adam--yes, the Adam--was there?), and has the sense that one is being told something terribly important about the way the world really works, and then one begins to wake and the dream starts to fade, just as in all the stories (and then you woke up), and one is left feeling rather...fictional.

I don't--quite--like feeling fictional, it turns out. Oh, I daresay it has all sorts of salutary effects; it induces humility, for a start. But it makes it rather harder to get through a morning when one is thinking things like, "If I were in fact in a story, there would be no way of knowing it! Because storybook people don't go around thinking they're any less real, do they? Unless perhaps they are in something metafictional and/or Borgesian."
tempestsarekind: (your strange behavior puzzles martha)
- I do not actually remember adding "rory williams" to my LJ interests. I don't even remember doing it! But there it is. What. (And yes, I remember adding "eleventh doctor" and "amy pond.") I suppose this might still be a spoiler, if you're watching on BBC America's schedule )

- Have any of you ever dreamed about the Dreaming? I've only done it the once (that I can recall), but if one may be allowed to generalize: one sees things (I think Adam--yes, the Adam--was there?), and has the sense that one is being told something terribly important about the way the world really works, and then one begins to wake and the dream starts to fade, just as in all the stories (and then you woke up), and one is left feeling rather...fictional.

I don't--quite--like feeling fictional, it turns out. Oh, I daresay it has all sorts of salutary effects; it induces humility, for a start. But it makes it rather harder to get through a morning when one is thinking things like, "If I were in fact in a story, there would be no way of knowing it! Because storybook people don't go around thinking they're any less real, do they? Unless perhaps they are in something metafictional and/or Borgesian."
tempestsarekind: (ten is a bookworm)
(I suppose this should more properly be a "Silence in the Library" icon, but I don't have one of those. And anyway, the books were never in danger in those episodes...)

Last night I fell asleep--while I was supposed to have been reading, naturally--and had a dream in which my mother was trying to sell our house, and she had someone come to inspect it. While the inspector was looking around in my room, he noticed that moths had deposited eggs in the corners of all my bookcases, and were preparing to eat my books! It was very worrisome, even if my mother laughed at my panic in the dream.

In other book news, there's a new(ish) book out in a series that I loved when I read it recently. The bad news is that it's about a character I loathe and despise. To give you a clue as to the magnitude of this emotion, the later discovery that this character adores Shakespeare--fanboys him, even--did nothing at all to cause my hatred to abate. I'm just saying. Hate. And there are so many characters in this world I'd love to read about, too.
tempestsarekind: (ten is a bookworm)
(I suppose this should more properly be a "Silence in the Library" icon, but I don't have one of those. And anyway, the books were never in danger in those episodes...)

Last night I fell asleep--while I was supposed to have been reading, naturally--and had a dream in which my mother was trying to sell our house, and she had someone come to inspect it. While the inspector was looking around in my room, he noticed that moths had deposited eggs in the corners of all my bookcases, and were preparing to eat my books! It was very worrisome, even if my mother laughed at my panic in the dream.

In other book news, there's a new(ish) book out in a series that I loved when I read it recently. The bad news is that it's about a character I loathe and despise. To give you a clue as to the magnitude of this emotion, the later discovery that this character adores Shakespeare--fanboys him, even--did nothing at all to cause my hatred to abate. I'm just saying. Hate. And there are so many characters in this world I'd love to read about, too.
tempestsarekind: (death and dream)
Last night I had several dreams in which I was having conversations with various people about my leaving grad school. I'd wake up from one, turn over and adjust the blankets a bit, and then have another one, set in a different location and with a different cast, but with the same basic premise.

Today at least, the idea is appealing. I'd at least like to check out for a week or two, see if I can't figure out how to get myself out of this fog. I can puncture it with bright, cloudless spots--a book here, a film there, a bit of creative writing--but then it comes back.
tempestsarekind: (death and dream)
Last night I had several dreams in which I was having conversations with various people about my leaving grad school. I'd wake up from one, turn over and adjust the blankets a bit, and then have another one, set in a different location and with a different cast, but with the same basic premise.

Today at least, the idea is appealing. I'd at least like to check out for a week or two, see if I can't figure out how to get myself out of this fog. I can puncture it with bright, cloudless spots--a book here, a film there, a bit of creative writing--but then it comes back.
tempestsarekind: (hamlet--though you can fret me)
I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was reading Hamlet criticism. Something really dull about why Hamlet delays, too--something about his ability to separate thought and action.

I am too boring even to weep over how boring I am.

Also, I sent my friend a copy of Neverwhere (hands up if you saw *that* coming).
tempestsarekind: (hamlet--though you can fret me)
I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was reading Hamlet criticism. Something really dull about why Hamlet delays, too--something about his ability to separate thought and action.

I am too boring even to weep over how boring I am.

Also, I sent my friend a copy of Neverwhere (hands up if you saw *that* coming).

ewwwwwwwww.

Jul. 8th, 2009 01:59 pm
tempestsarekind: (oh noes)
I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was a decomposing mummy, trying to wreak havoc on the person who had killed me, a person who was supposed to be a friend but had clearly been plotting all sorts of things behind my back. (Not anyone I actually know, just one of those people supplied by dreams.)

I'm still grossed out.

ewwwwwwwww.

Jul. 8th, 2009 01:59 pm
tempestsarekind: (oh noes)
I woke up this morning from a dream in which I was a decomposing mummy, trying to wreak havoc on the person who had killed me, a person who was supposed to be a friend but had clearly been plotting all sorts of things behind my back. (Not anyone I actually know, just one of those people supplied by dreams.)

I'm still grossed out.
tempestsarekind: (too wise to woo peaceably)
It was probably a sign that I needed to call it a day when, in the margins of an article on Much Ado About Nothing that was dismissive of "Petrarchan" figures and "effeminate" rhetoric (in contrast to the play's "manly prose"), my notes started devolving into sarcastic comments like, "o no! not the dreaded rhetoric! we can't be having that sort of thing in a Shakespeare play!"

Because I'm totally going to have to reread the article now. And clearly, my opinion of it was not high in the first place. Bah.

Oh--also, I had this mildly weird dream last night in which I was a little girl who was being kidnapped by a mermaid. Mostly it involved a lot of running and hiding on my part, and being discovered by the mermaid's pet bird, who would find me in all the places the mermaid couldn't go... I have no idea.
tempestsarekind: (too wise to woo peaceably)
It was probably a sign that I needed to call it a day when, in the margins of an article on Much Ado About Nothing that was dismissive of "Petrarchan" figures and "effeminate" rhetoric (in contrast to the play's "manly prose"), my notes started devolving into sarcastic comments like, "o no! not the dreaded rhetoric! we can't be having that sort of thing in a Shakespeare play!"

Because I'm totally going to have to reread the article now. And clearly, my opinion of it was not high in the first place. Bah.

Oh--also, I had this mildly weird dream last night in which I was a little girl who was being kidnapped by a mermaid. Mostly it involved a lot of running and hiding on my part, and being discovered by the mermaid's pet bird, who would find me in all the places the mermaid couldn't go... I have no idea.

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