So, being October and creeping ever closer to Hallowe'en, Jen and I decided to watch Lost Boys, which she had never seen and which, if you can get past the horrible 80s fashions and hair, is still a fun movie to watch.
Also, in spite of the cornball vehicle, David > Edward in sheer vampireness. Hell, David's mullet has more vampire mojo than Edward. There, I said it.

I still have to run it by the prof, but I'm aiming for the end of human evolution as my research project. I hope it gets the green light because I kind of have my heart set on it now. I have a few other back-up ideas - thanks to those who took the time to reply and give me directions in which to work - but this one is largely in keeping with personal observations and it would be a good opportunity to look into it further.

I must away to study more, but I wanted to get this and some e-mail done first. After that I will shower and curl up in my blankets to take notes (it's damned cold in this room), probably accompanied by cats. They won't come near me most of the time, but if I'm reading things, my bed becomes some sort of cat utopia.

I also must find room for the VCR so I can set it up. All my classic horror is still on VHS and I'm too broke and lazy to replace them right now.

It was Nations Day at the bus stop today.

Got out of class and ran down to the shelter as it was raining. In due time, the place got pretty crowded and there was a lot of conversation going on, but little of it in any language I understood. There were a couple of girls speaking very emphatically in what might have been Korean, three guys going over homework in the corner and singing what sounded like hymns, a couple murmuring to each other in a language I couldn't even fathom as they were speaking too low to give it a rhythm, although by the bits of phrases floating out, I could tell it wasn't English. There was also a girl yammering away in French on her cell phone, but I almost can't count it, being an official language as it is. The rain was nothing but a white noise from inside the shelter, and it muffled anything that might have come in from outside, so the voices inside could only mingle and mix together in this weird and beautiful melody.

My arm hurts, but not as much as it did yesterday. I somehow managed to pull something in it, so it's very sore and I have a hard time lifting or grasping things will it. I'm hoping it fades soon especially as it's my right arm and I am right-handed.

I'm rather sad the shine has already worn off going back to school, but I'm not entirely sure I really wanted to in the first place. I do things because I think I ought to do them, not because I want to.

Although, speaking of school, I need a subject for an anthropology paper. Since I have no real interests, especially not in the realm of biological anthropology, I have no fucking clue what to write about. Any ideas would be greatly appreciated.

So, in the end I accomplished nothing this weekend.

Well, I suppose nothing is a bit strong because I did clean off a portion of my hard drive, get some groceries done, and do laundry. I also cooked some. Be afraid!

But I didn't do any study at all and I will feel it this week, I'm sure. Unfortunately, I just can't bring myself to care very much.

Anyway, in the process of not doing anything, I marathoned a lot of random stuff including, Dennou Coil, which I started watching once, got interrupted near the beginning, and never got back to. It was rather good, all told.

I also went through Mononoke, utterly fascinated by the art style. I have no idea what the actual series was about. Maybe I'll watch it again sometime and actually pay attention to the plot.

And then I watched some Bleach, as one does, which gave me weird, creepy-ass dreams. Of all the anime anywhere in the world, I would not have pin-pointed Bleach for this honour. Bleach is aimed at teenaged boys, so if things get serious for more than three minutes, they break out a pratfall or a joke about bodily functions and no matter how beaten up anyone gets, they bleed pretty. Dream grue is not something you expect from bleach.

( Possibly disturbing junk behind the cut... )

So, I did seven days in a row of...stuff. Now I'm not quite sure what to do with myself. I have nothing all that good to report and nothing bad to report that wouldn't make me feel like an idiot when people have it worse. Also, it would be repetitive and whiny.

There's school, of course, since I started a couple of classes this month, so that eats up the majority of my time, although it doesn't give me much to talk about since it's Statistics and Anthropology I. Mind you, I do recommend the former for anyone who's into pain, especially if you're in my class, who must follow the text book and do the problems, except where the textbook is WRONG, in which case we must do as the lecturer says, his entire presentations being almost completely different from the textbook in any case, and not at all matching the "test practise" exercises.

I think I may have had a better understanding of statistics before I started the course.

It's a nice day, I should go out, but I have to do practise problems with no practical solution. Something I'm already procrastinating on, as you can see.

The cats have been cats, Milla is two and about three feet tall (I guess I have to thank her dad for that much), and my parents can no longer be found. The are world North America travellers now, hitting Florida in the winter and Alaska in the summer because, WTF? Still, it's nice that they're getting out and travelling while they can because my dad's had a lot of health problems in the past and, while he's doing well right now, you never can tell what will happen tomorrow. True of anyone really, but especially true of someone with a kidney transplant (Donate your organs today!) and quadruple bypass behind them.

They're trying to sell our building again. I hope whoever buys it replaces the bloody laundry machines. It's been four months now, for fuck sake.

Aaaaaaand...I really need to clean my hard drive out. Really.

Sharing is Caring: Part Sept
Yay! I have made seven days in a row! Someone get me cake!

Sharing is Caring
For one week, recommend/share:

Day one: a song ::links to first post::

Day two: a picture links to second post::

Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic ::links to third post::

Day four: a site ::links to fourth post::

Day five: a youtube clip ::links to fifth post::

Day six: a quote ::links to sixth post::

Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy

I am not in the habit of having my fancy tickled these days, but the following link will take you to the Youtube account of Teddog3000 who has been posting episodes of a past TVOntario program called Prisoners of Gravity.

Prisoners of Gravity is, in essence, a show about science fiction and related fields. The sets are cheap, the idea is corny, but the information is sound and, while the episodes no longer discuss the up and coming, I have gotten sound leads on some great classics, not to mention a new outlook when I read. Also featured - and the reason why you will likely never see this series on DVD - past interviews with the likes of Neil Gaiman, Alan Moore, Ray Bradbury, Harland Ellison, Spider Robinson, and more... Much, much more.

Once again, that's Prisoners of Gravity as presented by Teddog3000

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