random notes
Thesis edits continue--I did all the little rewrites suggested by my second committee member yesterday and today, but she also had an ASSLOAD of citations she wanted me to add, so I searched high and low for them yesterday and then emailed her about the ones that continued to elude me. No response yet; I'm starting to worry she might be out of town this weekend. The ones I could find, I sent to the social science printers and I picked them up from the building on my way home from the gym today.
My final-FINAL draft is due next Friday. And then I can start studying for my August prelim.
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My hair has been shampooed twice since I dyed it, and the Cherry Bomb still looks fantastic, if I do say so myself. Although I am also still smearing hot pink on my towel at the gym even when I just get the back of my head a little damp in the shower. I'm not sure if I'm still rubbing off on my pillow.
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The landlord put a new storm window in my front window a couple of days ago, and it's really nice. All shiny and new and not threatening to pop out with a cat attached at any moment.
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The weather has been beautiful for the past week or so; I was glad that it mostly DIDN'T rain on WisCon although they kept predicting it, and then this past week was sunny and gorgeous. Yesterday Greg and I took a "healthful walk" by the lake and then down State Street for ice cream, which Greg felt negated the healthfulness but I told him it was protein and good for him.
Today, of course, it was disgustingly grey and although it didn't really rain, going outside was like walking through a big wet wall. The gym is not air conditioned. My bandana was disgusting when I finished my cardio.
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I've been watching Robin of Sherwood on fanmade DVD. Last night, in fact, I put in "The Swords of Wayland" not realizing that it was technically a two-part episode (there were no credits in the middle or anything), and kept thinking, Okay, it'll be over in a minute... it's not ending... HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN WATCHING THIS?
But hey, evil witches' coven hiding out in the abbey, so: bonus.
Tonight I watched "Alan A Dale." Since I had most of the first and second season episodes on my computer, this now leaves me with the run of season three and the last episode of season two, in which Guy of Gisbourne slays Robin of Loxley, allowing Robin of Huntingdon to be chosen as the new avatar of Herne and incorporating the other major Robin Hood origin myth into the show. This episode stands out in my mind as an early childhood memory of Horror and Pain, and I think I may skip it for the time being. I'm doing thesis edits, I don't need a dead Robin Hood.
On a related note, I think I caused poor Chris from England some horror and pain of his own when I blithely remarked at the WisCon noir party that Robin of Sherwood was my favorite show when I was 5. It was kind of like how travspence reacts when I mention that I was 8 years old when Flood came out.
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I read the first half or so of Robin McKinley's Sunshine last night. From this and the short story I heard her read from, it seems like her style has really shifted since the stuff I used to read when I was younger (The Outlaws of Sherwood, Beauty, Deerskin--hey, my parents didn't really control what we read). I do like it so far, though. If there's one thing I like other than Robin Hood, it's vampires.
Sadly, I don't think the concepts combine very well. Although you could probably just have vampires introduce the longbow to Sherwood; they've done everything else.*
*I mean they've done every other explanation for having longbows in 12th century England when they set it during the reign of Richard Lionheart, not that vampires have done everything except introduce the longbow to Sherwood. Although hey, they are vampires. As I once saw on a t-shirt in the French Quarter: So many veins... ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD. Yeah.
My final-FINAL draft is due next Friday. And then I can start studying for my August prelim.
***
My hair has been shampooed twice since I dyed it, and the Cherry Bomb still looks fantastic, if I do say so myself. Although I am also still smearing hot pink on my towel at the gym even when I just get the back of my head a little damp in the shower. I'm not sure if I'm still rubbing off on my pillow.
***
The landlord put a new storm window in my front window a couple of days ago, and it's really nice. All shiny and new and not threatening to pop out with a cat attached at any moment.
***
The weather has been beautiful for the past week or so; I was glad that it mostly DIDN'T rain on WisCon although they kept predicting it, and then this past week was sunny and gorgeous. Yesterday Greg and I took a "healthful walk" by the lake and then down State Street for ice cream, which Greg felt negated the healthfulness but I told him it was protein and good for him.
Today, of course, it was disgustingly grey and although it didn't really rain, going outside was like walking through a big wet wall. The gym is not air conditioned. My bandana was disgusting when I finished my cardio.
***
I've been watching Robin of Sherwood on fanmade DVD. Last night, in fact, I put in "The Swords of Wayland" not realizing that it was technically a two-part episode (there were no credits in the middle or anything), and kept thinking, Okay, it'll be over in a minute... it's not ending... HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN WATCHING THIS?
But hey, evil witches' coven hiding out in the abbey, so: bonus.
Tonight I watched "Alan A Dale." Since I had most of the first and second season episodes on my computer, this now leaves me with the run of season three and the last episode of season two, in which Guy of Gisbourne slays Robin of Loxley, allowing Robin of Huntingdon to be chosen as the new avatar of Herne and incorporating the other major Robin Hood origin myth into the show. This episode stands out in my mind as an early childhood memory of Horror and Pain, and I think I may skip it for the time being. I'm doing thesis edits, I don't need a dead Robin Hood.
On a related note, I think I caused poor Chris from England some horror and pain of his own when I blithely remarked at the WisCon noir party that Robin of Sherwood was my favorite show when I was 5. It was kind of like how travspence reacts when I mention that I was 8 years old when Flood came out.
***
I read the first half or so of Robin McKinley's Sunshine last night. From this and the short story I heard her read from, it seems like her style has really shifted since the stuff I used to read when I was younger (The Outlaws of Sherwood, Beauty, Deerskin--hey, my parents didn't really control what we read). I do like it so far, though. If there's one thing I like other than Robin Hood, it's vampires.
Sadly, I don't think the concepts combine very well. Although you could probably just have vampires introduce the longbow to Sherwood; they've done everything else.*
*I mean they've done every other explanation for having longbows in 12th century England when they set it during the reign of Richard Lionheart, not that vampires have done everything except introduce the longbow to Sherwood. Although hey, they are vampires. As I once saw on a t-shirt in the French Quarter: So many veins... ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD. Yeah.