inception
So. Went with a friend to see Inception today, and let me tell you, it does live up to the hype.
I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. IT IS JUST RIDICULOUS. I THINK I WILL EVEN HAVE DREAMS ABOUT IT TONIGHT, WHICH IS IRONIC, GIVEN THE SUBJECT MATTER, AND RATHER STUPID, GIVEN I DON'T EVEN THINK I UNDERSTOOD SOME OF THE FINER DETAILS OF THE PLOT. NONETHELESS, SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME ARTHUR/EAMES, NOW, OR ELSE I THINK I WILL IMPLODE.
There. Finally got that out of my system.
That said, another fantastic thing happened to me today. (Perhaps God has finally decided that I've had enough punishment during my time in China; or perhaps He is just baiting me, in the usual "You think things are finally going smoothly and embarrassment-free? HA! YOU THOUGHT WRONG! TAKE THIS, BITCH!" manner. The bastard.) You see, I bought a new pot of powder eyeshadow a couple of weeks ago, and was quite pissed off to find upon getting it home that it had a sticker covering up the little hole-things that the eyeshadow comes out of. In other words, without removing the sticker, I couldn't actually use the eyeshadow at all. The problem was that the stupid manufacturing people had made the sticker a perfect fit with the circular rim of the pot, and so you couldn't actually peel it off, unless you had fingernails the thickness of a few nanometres.
Upon realising this, I promptly threw a very mature and dignified hissy fit, cursed all makers and designers of eyeshadow packaging from the CEOs right down to the probably-working-for-minimum-wage factory workers, and resigned myself to a pointless purchase.
BUT. BUT.
Seriously, it must be Inception. It must be the whole mind-blowing-ness and intelligence of Inception finally rubbing off on me. Because, upon getting home from seeing the movie, I had a sudden idea as to how to solve the inaccessible-eyeshadow problem.
I got out my dissection kit, from last semester's Anatomy course. I poked and prodded within said kit until I had located a pair of tiny, curved forceps. I then used said tiny, curved forceps to wedge underneath the ridiculous sticker of the eyeshadow pot, pinch it tightly, and peel, until I had uncovered all of the hole-things of said eyeshadow pot.
I then proceeded to dance around my house, waving said tiny, curved forceps and said eyeshadow pot, newly accessible, singing loudly in my unbridled joy until my mother physically threw a couch cushion at me.
I don't think it was what Christopher Nolan intended me to take away from the movie, but it doesn't matter.
I'VE JUST PROVED THAT SCIENCE, OR AT LEAST SCIENTIFIC INSTRUMENTS, DO HAVE SOME RELEVANCE TO REAL LIFE.
Now that's a radical and dangerous idea. :wink:
I CANNOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. IT IS JUST RIDICULOUS. I THINK I WILL EVEN HAVE DREAMS ABOUT IT TONIGHT, WHICH IS IRONIC, GIVEN THE SUBJECT MATTER, AND RATHER STUPID, GIVEN I DON'T EVEN THINK I UNDERSTOOD SOME OF THE FINER DETAILS OF THE PLOT. NONETHELESS, SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE ME SOME ARTHUR/EAMES, NOW, OR ELSE I THINK I WILL IMPLODE.
There. Finally got that out of my system.
That said, another fantastic thing happened to me today. (Perhaps God has finally decided that I've had enough punishment during my time in China; or perhaps He is just baiting me, in the usual "You think things are finally going smoothly and embarrassment-free? HA! YOU THOUGHT WRONG! TAKE THIS, BITCH!" manner. The bastard.) You see, I bought a new pot of powder eyeshadow a couple of weeks ago, and was quite pissed off to find upon getting it home that it had a sticker covering up the little hole-things that the eyeshadow comes out of. In other words, without removing the sticker, I couldn't actually use the eyeshadow at all. The problem was that the stupid manufacturing people had made the sticker a perfect fit with the circular rim of the pot, and so you couldn't actually peel it off, unless you had fingernails the thickness of a few nanometres.
Upon realising this, I promptly threw a very mature and dignified hissy fit, cursed all makers and designers of eyeshadow packaging from the CEOs right down to the probably-working-for-minimum-wage factory workers, and resigned myself to a pointless purchase.
BUT. BUT.
Seriously, it must be Inception. It must be the whole mind-blowing-ness and intelligence of Inception finally rubbing off on me. Because, upon getting home from seeing the movie, I had a sudden idea as to how to solve the inaccessible-eyeshadow problem.
I got out my dissection kit, from last semester's Anatomy course. I poked and prodded within said kit until I had located a pair of tiny, curved forceps. I then used said tiny, curved forceps to wedge underneath the ridiculous sticker of the eyeshadow pot, pinch it tightly, and peel, until I had uncovered all of the hole-things of said eyeshadow pot.
I then proceeded to dance around my house, waving said tiny, curved forceps and said eyeshadow pot, newly accessible, singing loudly in my unbridled joy until my mother physically threw a couch cushion at me.
I don't think it was what Christopher Nolan intended me to take away from the movie, but it doesn't matter.
I'VE JUST PROVED THAT SCIENCE, OR AT LEAST SCIENTIFIC INSTRUMENTS, DO HAVE SOME RELEVANCE TO REAL LIFE.
Now that's a radical and dangerous idea. :wink: