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Just did some exercising. Not as much as I was doing before I got food poisoning or whatever that was, but more than I was when I was sick (which was nothing. Gawd I can't wait until summer is over. I want to go for a nice long walk BEFORE midnight, thankyouverymuch!!
You know you have a focusing problem if, when exercising, you put on a movie. Not on your TV, but in another window adjacent to the one your exercise video is in, so that half your screen is a movie and the other half the workout vid. And you're watching moth & exercising at the same time. Maybe that ADHD diagnosis when I was a kid wasn't that far off.
One of these days I'm going to write an essay on Kontroll. I really wish more people liked it, or even just knew what the fuck I was talking about. The whole "Is Bulscu the killer or isn't he?" debate would be fun to hash out with someone. If I was for remakes I'd say that this one, oddly enough, probably would translate very well to an English-speaking audience, especially since there're so many Subway 'subcultures' in America and the UK. I don't know if they have ticket checkers, though, having never been on an actual underground. Of course, that's assuming the script adapter could actually keep to the spirit of the film without throwing in all those cliches we usually do, like casting Brad Pitt as Bulscu or having him hunt down the killer in a race against time to save Jessica Alba, his sexy girlfriend who is trapped in a rail car with a bomb strapped to her ample breasts. And they'd totally get rid of the bear costume. They'd make it a very skimpy bunny one :/
So maybe not D:
I still need to make icons. I have a folder full of caps to make some with.
I've had Neko Case's "Deep Red Bells" stuck in my head all day. A beautiful but very creepy song.
Got work tomorrow and Saturday, then homework on Sunday. Have I mentioned how I really can't wait until this class is over? It wasn't so bad in the beginning, but I've fallen way behind now, and I just can't catch up. I probably should have gone with my gut instinct and NOT taken a summer math class, I KNEW I would get confused no matter how much I study. What was it someone said? Successful people know their limits, or something like that. Crap.
Well. Bed, I guess. *sigh*
You know you have a focusing problem if, when exercising, you put on a movie. Not on your TV, but in another window adjacent to the one your exercise video is in, so that half your screen is a movie and the other half the workout vid. And you're watching moth & exercising at the same time. Maybe that ADHD diagnosis when I was a kid wasn't that far off.
One of these days I'm going to write an essay on Kontroll. I really wish more people liked it, or even just knew what the fuck I was talking about. The whole "Is Bulscu the killer or isn't he?" debate would be fun to hash out with someone. If I was for remakes I'd say that this one, oddly enough, probably would translate very well to an English-speaking audience, especially since there're so many Subway 'subcultures' in America and the UK. I don't know if they have ticket checkers, though, having never been on an actual underground. Of course, that's assuming the script adapter could actually keep to the spirit of the film without throwing in all those cliches we usually do, like casting Brad Pitt as Bulscu or having him hunt down the killer in a race against time to save Jessica Alba, his sexy girlfriend who is trapped in a rail car with a bomb strapped to her ample breasts. And they'd totally get rid of the bear costume. They'd make it a very skimpy bunny one :/
So maybe not D:
I still need to make icons. I have a folder full of caps to make some with.
I've had Neko Case's "Deep Red Bells" stuck in my head all day. A beautiful but very creepy song.
Got work tomorrow and Saturday, then homework on Sunday. Have I mentioned how I really can't wait until this class is over? It wasn't so bad in the beginning, but I've fallen way behind now, and I just can't catch up. I probably should have gone with my gut instinct and NOT taken a summer math class, I KNEW I would get confused no matter how much I study. What was it someone said? Successful people know their limits, or something like that. Crap.
Well. Bed, I guess. *sigh*