My civic duty, I does it.
Yes, I have voted. For the first time ever, no less. My absentee ballot is in the mail.
I suppose it would be too much to ask that this clears me of any obligation to hear, talk about, or THINK ABOUT this damn interminable election anymore? Of course it would.
No offense meant to those on my flist who are involved in or posting about the election, and hey, I think it's great that our generation(s) is so active and involved this time around. But damn, it feels like this election season has gone on forever.
Other witterings:
-After dithering about it for weeks, I think it may finally be time to head back to the counselor's office, since I managed to sleep through Chem again and I don't need any more reasons to fail this class. But then, I was supposed to have been in counseling since last year; I just...forgot about it last semester. Which I shouldn't have done, and which is probably why I'm repeating the same cycle this year. Sigh.
On the bright side, several professors have assured me that if I can handle a Bio seminar and Intro Chem simultaneously (I wouldn't say I'm handling it precisely, but there you go), I can handle whatever the next year and a half throws at me. I suppose that's comforting.
Molecular orbitals are still a bit incomprehensible, though.
-Oh my lord, it's only a year and a half until I graduate and shuffle out into the Real World. Mommy, I'm scared. Hold me.
-Speaking of immaturity, I've had the sudden craving to watch The Great Mouse Detective again; I haven't seen it since approximately the age of ten, and TV Tropes has reminded me that no, I'm not just being nostalgic, it really was an awesome movie. TV Tropes has also informed me that Rattigan was voiced by Vincent freaking Price, and you know how I get about old horror movies and the stars thereof.
Unfortunately, neither the library nor the school rental service appears to have it, because they have no appreciation for the animated movies of my youth. I suppose I could put it in my Blockbuster queue, but that would mean sending back Inferno. I don't want to send back Inferno.
-Transitioning to Doctor Who wittering: I think I'm starting to ship Commander Randor and Professor Eldred from The Seeds of Death. It's already canon that they were friends before Radnor left to work on TMAT, but there's just something about the very personal sense of betrayal and disappointment during their conversation in the museum that makes me want to ship them pre-episode. Not to mention Eldred gets a chance to tease Radnor about his bad luck with women, after a fashion.
Because, really, I need to write more fic about random minor characters that nobody cares about but me.
-Also, I think the reason I liked the Iron Man movie so much is that it's Season 8 of Classic Who, only shinier. Really. It's got the jerkass genius with an ultimately good heart (Tony and Three), the long-suffering assistant who's occasionally quite frustrated with him but sticks by him no matter what, providing a buffer between him and the rest of the world (Pepper and Jo), the smooth-talking, manipulative childhood-friend-gone-evil who manages to have subtext with both Jerkass Genius and Assistant (Obadiah Stane and the Master), and the Jerkass Genius' military liaison, with whom he sometimes butts heads but who ultimately has faith in him (Rhodes and the Brigadier).
Dear fandom: Please write me some Rhodey/Brig fic. Or even Rhodey-and-Brig fic, where they have a bitch together about their respective boyfriends Jerkass Geniuses.
-Talking of movies I liked, is WALL-E on DVD yet? How about now? I've got the strangest urge to write fic for it, and am indeed a bit resentful at all the internet for already producing so much WALL-E fic that I couldn't request it for Yuletide. Never mind. It's apparently eligible and has been requested. The category has an unremarkable good-to-suck ratio so far as fic is concerned (haven't found any gems yet), but not much of it involves AUTO. Or even MO. And while I loved WALL-E and EVE to pieces, what I'd really like fic about is the Captain and AUTO pre-movie, seeing as they were, more or less, each other's only companionship for decades. Failing that, I'd like fic about how MO learns to cope with a planet consisting entirely of foreign contaminants.
-Back to academia: I'm surprised I haven't seen more fic that quotes, uses, or is otherwise inspired by the poetry of E. A. Robinson. Don't get me wrong, I like Eliot and Keats and Whitman as much as the next person (though perhaps with special preference to the latter), but we just covered his poetry in class, and "Luke Havergall" made me choke up reading it, which I haven't done since reading "Fern Hill" last year. It's very beautiful, grim stuff, with the same resigned, melancholy edge as Frost but with slightly more elaborate language.
Also, Ginsburg's poetry is not as incomprehensible as I'd been led to believe it was. Which is not to say that I understand it, because I don't, but even without completely knowing what Ginsburg's talking about it still...I hate to say "speaks to me", because it sounds so cliche, but it still has an emotional impact. I can still respond to it, which is more than I can say for a whole lot of modern poetry I've read to which my sole reaction was "bzuh?".
-Less academic: iTunes wanderings have informed me that both Type O Negative and Motorhead have done covers of "Cinnamon Girl", which...doesn't seem like that heavy a song to me, to be honest. Though I do enjoy the TON cover, because I'm a heathen.
None of this, however, is as amusing as the Richard Cheese lounge-music version of "Enter Sandman". I lol'ed.
I suppose it would be too much to ask that this clears me of any obligation to hear, talk about, or THINK ABOUT this damn interminable election anymore? Of course it would.
No offense meant to those on my flist who are involved in or posting about the election, and hey, I think it's great that our generation(s) is so active and involved this time around. But damn, it feels like this election season has gone on forever.
Other witterings:
-After dithering about it for weeks, I think it may finally be time to head back to the counselor's office, since I managed to sleep through Chem again and I don't need any more reasons to fail this class. But then, I was supposed to have been in counseling since last year; I just...forgot about it last semester. Which I shouldn't have done, and which is probably why I'm repeating the same cycle this year. Sigh.
On the bright side, several professors have assured me that if I can handle a Bio seminar and Intro Chem simultaneously (I wouldn't say I'm handling it precisely, but there you go), I can handle whatever the next year and a half throws at me. I suppose that's comforting.
Molecular orbitals are still a bit incomprehensible, though.
-Oh my lord, it's only a year and a half until I graduate and shuffle out into the Real World. Mommy, I'm scared. Hold me.
-Speaking of immaturity, I've had the sudden craving to watch The Great Mouse Detective again; I haven't seen it since approximately the age of ten, and TV Tropes has reminded me that no, I'm not just being nostalgic, it really was an awesome movie. TV Tropes has also informed me that Rattigan was voiced by Vincent freaking Price, and you know how I get about old horror movies and the stars thereof.
Unfortunately, neither the library nor the school rental service appears to have it, because they have no appreciation for the animated movies of my youth. I suppose I could put it in my Blockbuster queue, but that would mean sending back Inferno. I don't want to send back Inferno.
-Transitioning to Doctor Who wittering: I think I'm starting to ship Commander Randor and Professor Eldred from The Seeds of Death. It's already canon that they were friends before Radnor left to work on TMAT, but there's just something about the very personal sense of betrayal and disappointment during their conversation in the museum that makes me want to ship them pre-episode. Not to mention Eldred gets a chance to tease Radnor about his bad luck with women, after a fashion.
Because, really, I need to write more fic about random minor characters that nobody cares about but me.
-Also, I think the reason I liked the Iron Man movie so much is that it's Season 8 of Classic Who, only shinier. Really. It's got the jerkass genius with an ultimately good heart (Tony and Three), the long-suffering assistant who's occasionally quite frustrated with him but sticks by him no matter what, providing a buffer between him and the rest of the world (Pepper and Jo), the smooth-talking, manipulative childhood-friend-gone-evil who manages to have subtext with both Jerkass Genius and Assistant (Obadiah Stane and the Master), and the Jerkass Genius' military liaison, with whom he sometimes butts heads but who ultimately has faith in him (Rhodes and the Brigadier).
Dear fandom: Please write me some Rhodey/Brig fic. Or even Rhodey-and-Brig fic, where they have a bitch together about their respective boyfriends Jerkass Geniuses.
-Talking of movies I liked, is WALL-E on DVD yet? How about now? I've got the strangest urge to write fic for it, and am indeed a bit resentful at all the internet for already producing so much WALL-E fic that I couldn't request it for Yuletide. Never mind. It's apparently eligible and has been requested. The category has an unremarkable good-to-suck ratio so far as fic is concerned (haven't found any gems yet), but not much of it involves AUTO. Or even MO. And while I loved WALL-E and EVE to pieces, what I'd really like fic about is the Captain and AUTO pre-movie, seeing as they were, more or less, each other's only companionship for decades. Failing that, I'd like fic about how MO learns to cope with a planet consisting entirely of foreign contaminants.
-Back to academia: I'm surprised I haven't seen more fic that quotes, uses, or is otherwise inspired by the poetry of E. A. Robinson. Don't get me wrong, I like Eliot and Keats and Whitman as much as the next person (though perhaps with special preference to the latter), but we just covered his poetry in class, and "Luke Havergall" made me choke up reading it, which I haven't done since reading "Fern Hill" last year. It's very beautiful, grim stuff, with the same resigned, melancholy edge as Frost but with slightly more elaborate language.
Also, Ginsburg's poetry is not as incomprehensible as I'd been led to believe it was. Which is not to say that I understand it, because I don't, but even without completely knowing what Ginsburg's talking about it still...I hate to say "speaks to me", because it sounds so cliche, but it still has an emotional impact. I can still respond to it, which is more than I can say for a whole lot of modern poetry I've read to which my sole reaction was "bzuh?".
-Less academic: iTunes wanderings have informed me that both Type O Negative and Motorhead have done covers of "Cinnamon Girl", which...doesn't seem like that heavy a song to me, to be honest. Though I do enjoy the TON cover, because I'm a heathen.
None of this, however, is as amusing as the Richard Cheese lounge-music version of "Enter Sandman". I lol'ed.