Neil Gaiman is set to write the screenplay for an adaptation of 《西游记》 (Xī Yóu Jì | Journey to the West), with James Cameron as technical advisor. *sigh*
I can't even- I don't- the more Neil Gaiman blithely shows off his willing ignorance of his own massive privilege, the more difficult it becomes for me to enjoy any of his work. I'm sorry; I should have reached this point long before now. It was my own privilege that allowed me to endure thus far. I'm sorry.
I bought his books. I shook his hand. I told him I wanted to write stories like his. I'm just so let-down and angry at myself and at him and at the world.
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Ugh. Time for a TOTAL FLUFF MEME instead. I stole this one from
renay.
This is my bag; I love a big bag, because I get inexplicably anxious at the thought of having to do without MY STUFF for even a second.
This is what's inside my bag on this particular day.
- An issue of Bitch magazine.
- My Moleskine planner.
- My wallet; it's Fossil, and yes, it's awesome.
- My old-yet-trusty not-iPod.
- A receipt for my laundry. I must remember to go pick it up this evening.
- Hand sanitizer.
- Face-blotting tissues.
- My student ID, deliberately turned so you can't see my mug shot.
- Tissues.
- Gloves.
- Lip gloss.
- DRUGS--i.e., store-brand ibuprofen tablets.
- Gum.
- A mirror/hairbrush combo.
- My phone.
- Nail clippers.
- A random piece of bling that fell off some clothing. I will keep it for approximately five years before throwing it out.
- Lip balm.
- Vaseline Lip Therapy. Yes, I need both, AT ALL TIMES.
- Keys.
I reckon I could last a week or more if I ever got lost in the woods.
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Unrelated: I am DETERMINED to adopt a cat within the week.
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