Cor. Just had a flashback to a dream I had last night about a press trip to the moon. Really, really enjoyable. Had a faint onus to do well, but more a tremendous sense of excitement at the privilege; first thing I’ve been genuinely excited about for ages. Woke up at 5.30 (again) and refused to let the dream go. At which point, of course, it became really bizarre, though I can’t remember why. Perhaps my brain was just testing out unused emotions…
Zap2it – TV news – Finding Wisdom in Steve Guttenberg’s Bible: “Guttenberg on other reasons he may be been hidden from the public eye:
I don’t not work because I’m rich. I don’t work because I live In Czechoslovakia. It’s just such a tough commute. It’s the commute that kills you. To get here for a 6 a.m. call from Czechoslovakia, I have get up at around 3. I have to go to sleep at around 6. It’s the traffic over the Bermuda Triangle that’s really bad. Other than that it’s pretty smooth. I take side streets.”
Who’d have thunk that Officer Mahoney was such a wit? More gems in the link.
I Am A: Lawful Evil GnomeRanger Mage
Lawful Evil characters believe that a nice, orderly system of life is perfect for them to abuse for their own advancement. They will work within ‘the system’ to get the best that they can for themselves.
Gnomes are also short, like dwarves, but much skinnier. They have no beards, and are very inclined towards technology, although they have been known to dabble in magic, too. They tend to be fun-loving and fond of jokes and humor. Some gnomes live underground, and some live in cities and villages. They are very tolerant of other races, and are generally well-liked, though occasionally considered frivolous.
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.
Mages harness the magical energies for their own use. Spells, spell books, and long hours in the library are their loves. While often not physically strong, their mental talents can make up for this.
Urdlen is the Chaotic Evil gnomish god of greed, bloodlust, and hatred. It is also known as the Crawler Below. Urdlen is generally represented as a huge, furless mole with sharp claws. His followers have changed their love of pranks and jokes to a love of malicious schemes and general evildoing. Their favored weapon is the claw bracer.
Lawful Good —– XXX (3)
Neutral Good —- XX (2)
Chaotic Good —- X (1)
Lawful Neutral — XX (2)
True Neutral —- (-3)
Chaotic Neutral – (-2)
Lawful Evil —– XXXXX (5)
Neutral Evil —- X (1)
Chaotic Evil —- XXXX (4)
Human —- XXXXX (5)
Half-Elf – (0)
Elf —— X (1)
Halfling – (-1)
Dwarf —- (-4)
Half-Orc – (0)
Gnome —- XXXXXX (6)
Fighter – XXX (3)
Ranger — XXXX (4)
Paladin – XX (2)
Cleric — X (1)
Mage —- XXXX (4)
Druid — (0)
Thief — XXX (3)
Bard —- XXX (3)
Monk —- (-1)
Courtesy of Iain (No Longer Mad)
So Qui-Gonn Jinn gets to voice Aslan. Whoop-de-doo.
Look, world, let me put it like this. I read books. I read comics. I listen to radio plays. My mind interprets the words and pictures, and fills in the gaps in interesting ways; often it glosses over bits I’m not interested in or don’t like to think about. I end up with my own picture of the novel.
When you make a movie out of something from my childhood, it feels like you’re /raping/ my imagination. Lord of the Rings, a great movie yes, but now I can no longer imagine Gandalf as anybody but Sir Ian McKellan. Before, he was another character (this I know) my own personal Gandalf, a great bag of skin and bones wrapped up in dirty rags, indistinct like smoke, not defined in my mind. Now he’s an adorably ageing queen with a thing for hobbits, who I’ve seen in close-up a thousand times. He’s perfectly defined, I’ve seen him and his ash-grey cloak from every direction, and it irritates me.
I know I don’t have to go and see these pictures and TV shows. I know I don’t have to watch the series, hire the DVD, download the illegal rip. But cultural and peer pressure (as well as the demands of my job) mean that I must. And every time I do, I lose a little of what the original gave me. I’d rather filmmakers left novels alone and just made original content, appropriate to the medium and original, like City of God, which richly conveys an real enviroment it’s hard to imagine appropriately.
That said, as C.S. Lewis’ books, while in part darker than , carry their veneer of Christianity well. As long as they don’t have fricking Jennifer Saunders doing the overly cutesy voice of Reepacheep (always a nasty little get in my reading of the book) I’ll be happy. They mostly have a strong plot and it’s only the figure of Aslan that’s a problem, simply because he’s unbelievable and boringly unfantasical. The only thing he does that’s fantastical is come back to life, and that’s completely inexplicable in the logic of the story up to that point; it makes everything /safe/, exactly what you don’t want in a series of children’s books. Give me the threatening, dark and sickly Children of Green Knowe any day.
A very gothic, slightly horrendous site where people post in their secrets on the backs of postcards; most entries seem to be truly shameful things that you’d have difficulty admitting to your nearest and dearest, and all are presented in their own unique ways.
God, without the internet at home I’m getting really twitchy. It’s really doing my noggin in. Perhaps it’s associated with this; “According to Dr Judith Reisman, pornography affects the physical structure of your brain turning you into a porno-zombie. Porn, she says, is an “erototoxin”, producing an addictive “drug cocktail” of testosterone, oxytocin, dopamine and serotonin with a measurable organic effect on the brain.” Perhaps I’m going cold turkey?
Or perhaps it’s just the heat in here; I sit in the hottest spot in the office, with no fans or air-conditioning; perhaps I’ve just got a form of sunstroke? When I go and have a walk and a glass of water everything gets better; but the heat’s so oppressive I just tend to sit here most of the time. Maybe I’m just hungry; someone’s eating a cheesy croissant around here somewhere, and the smell’s driving me crazy. Or perhaps it’s the lack of sleep; I keep waking up in the night, maddened by heat or cold and have been waking up early all summer; it’s the same endless insomnia I had as a kid. Or even it’s this endless sniffling cold I seem to have picked up, which just seems to be exacerbated by everything else; my sense of smell seems to have increased in
sensitivity despite it (hence I can smell *everything* in this office.)
So maybe it’s just heat, hunger, horniness, poor health, exhaustion, and the fear of being blown into bloody chunks at any point. Funny how, once you’ve identified a problem, it doesn’t necessarily go away. And funny how, despite all that whingeing, I’m still enjoying myself and having a great time here…