Claire

Ha! I'm just jealous.

It's the last day of work and I've bought two bottles of red wine off my supervisor (fundraising for her kids overseas exchange) and I so want to open one of them up.

A 'mild buzz' eh, Charlie?

Thanks all. Glad to hear I look more stylish than deranged. I think I'll grow it out a couple of centimetres at the sides but other wise keep it short.

Of course having it so short makes going platinum a tempting option.

For Ahkira

Turns out that with much fluffing and some giant sunglasses, my asylum inmate hair actually looks OK in a I'm-too-fucking-cool-for-a-nice-haircut way.

Shopping for pants. Ugh!

Snap! Also, having to wear ovary-compressing jeans for a month because the shopgirl said they'll definately stretch two sizes. Surely it's possible to make pre-stretched jeans?

They've acquired that title from The Yellow Wallpaper?

More likely Jane Eyre.

Just finished Killing Monsters: Why Children Need Fantasy, Superheroes and Make-Believe Violence by Gerald Jones. Taking the stance that studies on the effects of media violence on children are meaningless due to bias and to the impossibilty of reducing complex imaginative interactions into simple statistics, Jones instead presents anecdotes of invidual children's use of violent play and media to support his arguement that fantasy violence is necessary and beneficial for children. He also vindicates Brittany Spears along the way.

Currently I'm spliting my time between Star Trek Movie Memories by the Shat and generic co-author, and The Madwoman in the Attic: The Woman Writer and the Nineteeth-Century Literary Imagination.

That is interesting, but this..

This realization came about when it was discovered that sickle cell anemia, a genetic condition that only exists among black people,

...is pretty weird, as I'm certain the link between sickle cell anemia and protection from malaria was discovered through studies of the population of Malta.

Ah, another film I haven't seen.

Phantasm, right? Goddammit, I still haven't gotten around to seeing that movie.

I used to have horrible nightmares about vomiting up streams of live moths. I tend to dream full-sense, and can still remember the feeling of wet, furry, wriggling bodies filling my mouth.

What did they taste like? :cool:

Dusty, and like the smell of nail polish remover. Thinking about it makes the sides of my tongue prickle.

I used to have horrible nightmares about vomiting up streams of live moths. I tend to dream full-sense, and can still remember the feeling of wet, furry, wriggling bodies filling my mouth.

Sounds like you didn't want to wake up!

 

I have recurring dreams in which I use my martial arts skills and it's like striking wet paper. I keep punching and punching, to no avail.

 

Who bloody knows!

I have exactly the same thing! Or I'm stabbing someone and insted of dying they just deflate or go flat like a playing card and flail their floppy limbs at me.

I think it's because it takes effort to do things in dreams and unless you're really angry trying to hurt people in dreams doesn't work. The one time I successfully (and spectacularly) killed someone in a dream was after waking up from an awful dream absolutely boiling with rage, and deliberately going back to sleep so I could return to the dream avenge myself.

Good stuff Sean. Once again I'm really digging the subtle use of half-tone.

Wait! I do want to fuck ugly women! I mean... wait!

 

:D

 

No, it's not like that. I haven't had an incest dream but I have had dreams I was doinking a buddy or somebody I work with or, well, couple times I've had dreams I was raped at gunpoint. Once, raped a flintlock by pirates. Seriously!

 

TMI?

 

Raped at gunpoint by pirates! :o

 

You have one helluva weird subconscious Charlie.

 

I can't recall ever having a rape dream.

It seems to me that whenever I rape features in my dreams it's there as an extreme metaphor for victimisation and bad interpersonal relationships.

For example in dreams where I'm the victim I get raped by other women, or i'm little girl and gross middle aged guys are trying to molest me. My dominant emotion in these dreams is rage and frustration at not being to take control of the sitution and stop what is happening.

Now in real life I've felt much the same emotions in instances when I've been in conflict with either other women or older men. And I can't seem to let go of the frustration I feel knowing that I'll never win them over because the women I have issue can always play emotional manipulation games way better than me, and the old guys I have issues with will never take me seriously enough to consider my point of view.

So Charlie I think your subconscious is telling you that you have a deep unresolved feeling of being victimised by pirates.

Just signed the papers on a beautiful, beautiful new flat.

 

Bought or rented? Congratulations either way.

To rent. It has massive windows with a view of the whole of Wellington city and harbour.

Just signed the papers on a beautiful, beautiful new flat.

Nice ones, guys!

 

Thought you might appreciate a more recent picture of Sammy.

 

http://i9.tinypic.com/4dxsfpw.jpg

That's an impressive glower your infant son's got going.

The Amish were a branch of the Mennonites who split from them while retaining mostly the same beliefs. So they're a subgroup in the sense of historical and theological descent at least.

Me as an office lady zombie at a Friday the 13th zombie walk.

I just bought System of the World by Neal Stephenson for $10. It was the only volume of the Baroque Cycle I hadn't read.

 

I also got Angela Carter's Nights at the Circus yesterday.

Are you shitting me?! First Isherwood, now Neal Stephenson and Angela Carter, Coralys you are my reading twin! You seem to be perfectly replicating the reading schedule of my mid to late teen years.

Have you read anything by Angela Carter before? I'm of the opinion that her short stories and essays are vastly superior to her novels. A book review by Carter is an absolute delight. Especially when it's a book she doesn't like.

I've been very impressed by the acting and characterisation. Bree's mannerisms are very similar to friend of mine who actually comes from a strictly religious and intellectually demanding family who moved around different countries while she was growing up. They have the same confident, engaging manner mixed with social retardedness and complete obliviousness to boys and romance.

Ladies and gentlemen, I once again present, for your viewing pleasure, Tortoise.

I've been reading The Little Red School Book 1972 New Zealand edition.

Amongst all the charming Danish fortrightness, I just found out that my alma mater was the only NZ university in the 70's to have a contraceptive vending machine. Bravo Canterbury University!

Prepare to have your mind broken again.

Genesis m-preg.

Yes, it does exist for real.