A skittery, erratic attempt at a weblog. Rambles will be indulged and depths will be plumbed. Who knows what I'll come up with?
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| Fragments A skittery, erratic attempt at a weblog. Rambles will be indulged and depths will be plumbed. Who knows what I'll come up with? |
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Saturday, January 31, 2004 Weather:hopefully not too cold to skate comfortably... Listening to: the theme to the Sex and the City episode that's just finishing on my computer Not doing:bloody hell orgo I hate it so much... Old habits So I'm watching Sex and the City, and what a shock when Carrie's "high school sweetheart" turns out to be played by David Duchovny! Perfectly normal...he's an actor...a fairly good-looking actor...so there really shouldn't have been an involuntary, auditory gasp when he turned around and smiled at Sarah Jessica Parker. Except...the role WASN'T played by David Duchovny, because I'll never be able to see him act in anything without thinking that it's Fox Mulder playing the role. It's the same with Gillian Anderson. And Patrick Stewart -- I'm prepared to swear on my life that after Captain Picard retired, he decided to start up a school for young mutants in his spare time. Even with actors and actresses from TV shows I didn't totally obsess over -- Sarah Michelle Gellar, Katie Holmes and the whole Dawson's Creek crew, Noah Wyle -- I'll never be able to watch them do anything else with a straight face again. Is this a function of typecasting, or me getting too involved in the character, or what? It doesn't happen with movie actors, presumably because you don't get wrapped up with their character's lives to quite the same degree as you do with a beloved TV show. Do I subconsciously interchange characters with actors? Is it because they always play themselves? I swear to god, when Duchovny knocked on Carrie's door smiling the 'I know I'm a big dork' smile and gave her "marbles...in case I lose any more of mine, I wanna know where I can find a stash", I substituted sunflower seeds for marbles and saw Agent Scully smiling back at him. RIDICULOUS I SAY!! ~SQ posted by susan | 1:55 PM Wednesday, January 28, 2004 Weather:fine when it's not windy Listening to:the sound of SOME reality show or other in my living room...honestly...my roommates.... Not doing:orgo assignment, laundry I wonder what I've destroyed recently? If I ever destroy anything without realizing it, please tell me....  You are guided by water. You are generally calm and peaceful, but you can be very destructive without even realizing it.(Rate my test) What force is your soul? brought to you by Quizilla posted by susan | 9:28 PM Monday, January 26, 2004 Weather: While it's cold and snowy, I seriously doubt there's actually going to be a snow day tomorrow Listening to: this nifty MP3 CD I made to listen to on my nifty new MP3/audio CD discman...Tori Amos live, "Jackie's Strength" Not doing: orgo assignment or prelab. Readings. 47 matches and a second-degree burn later... ...I've sealed 24 cocktail-and-canapé-party invitations with vintage sealing wax. Some are red, some green, some gold, and some purple. They have a rose impression -- the ones that worked properly anyway. The others have a misshapen blob of hard wax over the fold. But the love is there. This cocktail party had better be a success. I mean, it was all one thing when it was "My my, you know what we should do sometime?" "No, WHAT should we do sometime?" "We should have a really classy cocktail party." "Yes...yes, sometime we should do that." But now people are actually coming, so that means that we actually need to have a party. Hm. That's ok, though. I have lots of help. It's going to be fun...I hope. Either that or it's going to be the most boring thing that ever happened...:S ~SQ posted by susan | 9:47 PM Friday, January 23, 2004 Weather Bloody cold. More of the same. Listening to:Alanis Morrisette, "Unsent" Not doing: packing to go home, reading for a billion courses, epidemiology assignment "Ah...! What's happening? Er, excuse me, who am I? Hello? Why am I here? What's my purpose in life? What do I mean by who am I? Calm down, get a grip now..oh! this is an interesting sensation, what is it? It's a sort of...yawning, tingling sensation in my...my...well I suppose I'd better start finding names for things if I want to make any headway in what for the sake of what I shall call an argument I shall call the world, so let's call it my stomach. Good. Ooh, it's getting quite strong. And hey, what about this whistling roaring sound going past what I'm suddenly going to call my head? Perhaps I can call that...wind! Is that a good name? It'll do...perhaps I can find a better name for it later when I've found out what it's for. It must be something very important because there certainly seems to be a hell of a lot of it. Hey! What's this thing? This...let's call it a tail -- yeah, tail. Hey! I can really thrash it about pretty good can't I? Wow! Wow! That feels great! Doesn't seem to achieve very much but I'll probably find out what it's for later on. Now -- have I build up any coherent picture of things yet? No. Never mind, hey, this is really exciting, so much to find out about, so much to look forward to, I'm quite dizzy with anticipation... Or is it the wind? There really is a lot of that now isn't there? And wow! Hey! What's this thing suddenly coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like...ow...ound...round...ground! that's it! That's a good name -- ground! I wonder if it will be friends with me?" And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence. -douglas adams
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