Christ
I had this weird dream where I was in bed, and there were a few spiders on my ceiling, which I had to convince to bite me once on each quadrant of my body in preparation for something (I think that I was prepping myself for surgery, somehow). This was difficult, because the spiders were lazy and had to be coaxed from the ceiling carefully. Also I was concerned about them getting into my bed and nesting there while I was away. As the spiders began to descend, I realized that they had multiplied and now numbered in the thousands, and were falling from the ceiling in droves, spinning thick matted webs in the air as they dropped. I curled up under a blanket and tried to wait it out, which made waking up incredibly surreal because I was actually curled up in a blanket at the time and all day I've been trying to shake a twitchy sensation that something is about to drop on my or get me from behind. I've been keeping my back to the wall as much as possible and showering was kind of a nightmare until I got soap in my eye and that pretty much woke me up.
And now I digress briefly on the subject of Netflix: The rating system is kind of batshit. First, a lot of the genre labels are weird (there is an actual designation for television series featuring a quirky sense of humor and a strong female lead. There are thirteen of these) to just plain incorrect (Doctor Who is not suspenseful drama. I'm sorry, but it's just not). Second, it tries to correlate my ratings to the director/actor/producer/writer involved. This means that when I rated Interview with a Vampire highly, the system started pushing Thelma and Louise, Top Gun, and Mission Impossible all at once. Tom Cruise is the only thing that binds those four films and I hate him.
Dead Like Me both amuses and pisses me off. The show was hilarious, I enjoyed all of the characters (except Rube, who is a shithead), and the themes were interesting. However the themes are wildly inconsistent, the philosophy espoused by the main characters is contradictory, and I am always bothered by a lack of closure in a series. Also the movie sucked. What the hell was that thing? Fuck that movie.
I have three job interviews this week. Hopefully one of them pans out. I just... I just don't know what I'm doing with my life. I end up sleeping too much for a few days and then too little for a few. This cycle is getting really old. I desperately need something to do with my time and classes don't start for a few weeks yet. I have actually turned to housework as a method of breaking my boredom. My roommates are kind of terrified of me because I have been cleaning compulsively. But since I lack the tools to do certain things (like sweep; I have not a fucking broom) I have been forced to do an odd job of it, like cleaning the stove inside and out, soaking the burner plates, even buffing out scratches, but leaving the crud on the kitchen floor alone because I don't have a broom. I should really get one of those, but really... I can't be bothered.
I don't trust dish washing machines. And I just don't fucking care about Lost. I know that shit should be right up my alley, but Christ... I only watched the first season and just felt let down constantly as nothing was resolved.
And now I digress briefly on the subject of Netflix: The rating system is kind of batshit. First, a lot of the genre labels are weird (there is an actual designation for television series featuring a quirky sense of humor and a strong female lead. There are thirteen of these) to just plain incorrect (Doctor Who is not suspenseful drama. I'm sorry, but it's just not). Second, it tries to correlate my ratings to the director/actor/producer/writer involved. This means that when I rated Interview with a Vampire highly, the system started pushing Thelma and Louise, Top Gun, and Mission Impossible all at once. Tom Cruise is the only thing that binds those four films and I hate him.
Dead Like Me both amuses and pisses me off. The show was hilarious, I enjoyed all of the characters (except Rube, who is a shithead), and the themes were interesting. However the themes are wildly inconsistent, the philosophy espoused by the main characters is contradictory, and I am always bothered by a lack of closure in a series. Also the movie sucked. What the hell was that thing? Fuck that movie.
I have three job interviews this week. Hopefully one of them pans out. I just... I just don't know what I'm doing with my life. I end up sleeping too much for a few days and then too little for a few. This cycle is getting really old. I desperately need something to do with my time and classes don't start for a few weeks yet. I have actually turned to housework as a method of breaking my boredom. My roommates are kind of terrified of me because I have been cleaning compulsively. But since I lack the tools to do certain things (like sweep; I have not a fucking broom) I have been forced to do an odd job of it, like cleaning the stove inside and out, soaking the burner plates, even buffing out scratches, but leaving the crud on the kitchen floor alone because I don't have a broom. I should really get one of those, but really... I can't be bothered.
I don't trust dish washing machines. And I just don't fucking care about Lost. I know that shit should be right up my alley, but Christ... I only watched the first season and just felt let down constantly as nothing was resolved.