So, my major stressor of the past week is over and my mood has improved due to my carefully considered coping mechanisms of: a) Beer and b) reading huge amounts of slash fiction (Kirk/Spock from st_xi_kink if you're interested)
Ahhhh, alcohol and porn. Is there nothing you can't solve?
(Well, DT's, liver failure and carpal tunnel syndrome from masturbating too much I suppose. But none of that lot is relevant to my interests. Yet)
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Meanwhile, I have in my hand a piece of paper and - unlike Mr Chamberlain's - this is a good thing (and hopefully won't lead to WW3). This one means I am going to a Comic Day at Dundee on the 28th June!
THAT MEANS I GET TO MEET WARREN ELLIS PEOPLE!!!
I am very tempted to get one of these t-shirts for the occasion but I have a feeling that Mr Ellis may find it slightly disconcerting. (The comment is from a Topless Robot review of Warren's GI Joe cartoons btw)
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I went to a cosmology lecture at the beginning of last week (and before all the stress - reasonably interesting but would have liked some more in depth info) and at one point as an illustration the lecturer showed two diagrams, one with dots scattered in a fairly even spread, one with less eveness and some dots huddled together. He then asked us which diagram was random and which showed evidence of grouping. Only about a quarter - including me - correctly thought the less even diagram was the random one.
The point of this rambling story ('there was a point?' 'yes, there was - shut up and let me get to it') is that I knew the answer not because I am a maths wizz but because I watch someone else play one on TV.
Yes - I got the answer right becuase Charlie did a similar demonstration in series 1 of 'Numb3rs'.
I can't quite decide if this comes under the relm of 'incredibly pathetic' or not (after all, the answer was right) but it is, at least, less disturbing than my being able to acurately tell the directionality of blood drop scatter on the pavement along Sauchiehall Street while walking home on a Friday night because of my 'CSI' obsession.
Still not king...(still not asleep)
Nov. 22nd, 2007 06:24 amAnd in other news - drugs are crap.
I thought the point of sleeping pills was to, you know, make you sleep? Not do bugger all about the fact you're awake all night BUT make you dopey the next day.
Am so beyond tired its starting to be amusing. I'm just waiting for someone to introduce themself as Tyler Durban on the tube now - maybe if we blow up a financial district I'll be able to get some sleep? (though not if it means going anywhere near Helen Bonham Carter, even with a specially emo, black-painted barge pole I'm not touching that)
But in good news I think I've started a friend on the slippery slope to fandom! We were discussing tv shows and books and talk got onto Harry Potter; I told her about some of the fanfiction I'd read and gave her some links to good Snarry ones. I may have briefly mentioned Wincest and Eppescest as well.
Her: well, I'll have a look but I dont see whats so good about two guys getting it on.
Me: *evil cackle* Oh, you will, my pretty, you will!
OK, I may have left off the 'my pretty' and I didn't threaten to get my flying monkey's (even though, cool! - flying monkey's!)
I thought the point of sleeping pills was to, you know, make you sleep? Not do bugger all about the fact you're awake all night BUT make you dopey the next day.
Am so beyond tired its starting to be amusing. I'm just waiting for someone to introduce themself as Tyler Durban on the tube now - maybe if we blow up a financial district I'll be able to get some sleep? (though not if it means going anywhere near Helen Bonham Carter, even with a specially emo, black-painted barge pole I'm not touching that)
But in good news I think I've started a friend on the slippery slope to fandom! We were discussing tv shows and books and talk got onto Harry Potter; I told her about some of the fanfiction I'd read and gave her some links to good Snarry ones. I may have briefly mentioned Wincest and Eppescest as well.
Her: well, I'll have a look but I dont see whats so good about two guys getting it on.
Me: *evil cackle* Oh, you will, my pretty, you will!
OK, I may have left off the 'my pretty' and I didn't threaten to get my flying monkey's (even though, cool! - flying monkey's!)