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The guy at Java Jive dissed my Serenity t-shirt this morning. He didn't stop there, either. He started with, "...so you actually liked that movie?" to which I responded in the affirmative, and then he went on by saying, "did you like Firefly?" Naturally I said, "Yes." The series is even better than the movie.
Then he intimated, "I guess you're just a fan of Joss Whedon in general, then?"
"Generally," I said, or something to that effect.
He said, "So have you read his comicbook?"
I asked him if he meant Astonishing X-men, which he confirmed. "No, not really," I said.
"Yeah, it's not that great."
Whedon heathen. Bahh...
So, after the first class, Phil 120 indeed promises to be as frustratingly boring as it had seemed last winter. Except I think we're being taught by a grad student whose explanations so far tend to be more confusing than the logic problems themselves. Nothing against her personally, we all have to learn sometime, but still. Unfortunate for me.
I also feel so tired. My last day off was Wednesday and work is starting to wear on me. I went home last night with a splitting headache, and tonight looks to be shaping up for more of the same.
I have to take the bus home tonight since I finish too early to get a free cab, but hopefully the walk home from the bus stop will clear my head.
It looks like the issue with my paycheck last week (ie. the not-getting-paid issue) has been resolved. My manager is waiting to hear back from payroll to see if they can direct deposit my pay like usual, otherwise he'll cut me a cheque tomorrow.
I'm back to reading The Maze Game after devouring Life of Pi. That was an impressive little book. I quite liked it. The last part especially made me laugh (when Pi gets interviewed by the two Japanese fellows from the shipping company). I also felt it was one of the more interesting perspectives on fiction and the nature of storytelling that I've ever read (one that I also very much agree with). I now understand why it received so much praise when it was released a couple years ago.
My co-workers were so bored yesterday, they started reading salacious passages out of The Maze Game. Now, this is one of these really dense chez-d'oeuvres that's imperfectly fitted to a genre, and uses some pretty complex language in conjunction with a complex back-story/setting, so it was funny listening to my colleagues try to make it sound dirty.
For your reading pleasure:
"The I-Virus grew you back in a matter of minutes, for the little stuff. He didn't have to look up again-- he felt the full compulson of Daede's gaze on his back. He waded in. Two Lifer women dived for him. He slipped on the gore and was down with the rest. They were pulling off his ruined suede, anxious to sink their teeth into anyone rich enough to trash such a great outfit without thought. Banderas looked up at Daede who was laughing, and biting the air, urging him on. He succumbed to the almost irresistible urge, not to screw and be screwed while your flesh was chewed and bleeding, not even to munch a little human flesh himself, but to please his beautiful, prize Dancer. What he didn't know was how sick it made the unaccustomed system to fight off the I-Virus in another's flesh..." (pp. 272)
Then he intimated, "I guess you're just a fan of Joss Whedon in general, then?"
"Generally," I said, or something to that effect.
He said, "So have you read his comicbook?"
I asked him if he meant Astonishing X-men, which he confirmed. "No, not really," I said.
"Yeah, it's not that great."
Whedon heathen. Bahh...
So, after the first class, Phil 120 indeed promises to be as frustratingly boring as it had seemed last winter. Except I think we're being taught by a grad student whose explanations so far tend to be more confusing than the logic problems themselves. Nothing against her personally, we all have to learn sometime, but still. Unfortunate for me.
I also feel so tired. My last day off was Wednesday and work is starting to wear on me. I went home last night with a splitting headache, and tonight looks to be shaping up for more of the same.
I have to take the bus home tonight since I finish too early to get a free cab, but hopefully the walk home from the bus stop will clear my head.
It looks like the issue with my paycheck last week (ie. the not-getting-paid issue) has been resolved. My manager is waiting to hear back from payroll to see if they can direct deposit my pay like usual, otherwise he'll cut me a cheque tomorrow.
I'm back to reading The Maze Game after devouring Life of Pi. That was an impressive little book. I quite liked it. The last part especially made me laugh (when Pi gets interviewed by the two Japanese fellows from the shipping company). I also felt it was one of the more interesting perspectives on fiction and the nature of storytelling that I've ever read (one that I also very much agree with). I now understand why it received so much praise when it was released a couple years ago.
My co-workers were so bored yesterday, they started reading salacious passages out of The Maze Game. Now, this is one of these really dense chez-d'oeuvres that's imperfectly fitted to a genre, and uses some pretty complex language in conjunction with a complex back-story/setting, so it was funny listening to my colleagues try to make it sound dirty.
For your reading pleasure:
"The I-Virus grew you back in a matter of minutes, for the little stuff. He didn't have to look up again-- he felt the full compulson of Daede's gaze on his back. He waded in. Two Lifer women dived for him. He slipped on the gore and was down with the rest. They were pulling off his ruined suede, anxious to sink their teeth into anyone rich enough to trash such a great outfit without thought. Banderas looked up at Daede who was laughing, and biting the air, urging him on. He succumbed to the almost irresistible urge, not to screw and be screwed while your flesh was chewed and bleeding, not even to munch a little human flesh himself, but to please his beautiful, prize Dancer. What he didn't know was how sick it made the unaccustomed system to fight off the I-Virus in another's flesh..." (pp. 272)