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all the things, I guess
Mar. 8th, 2013 09:37 pmFor the first time in four, almost five years, my desktop background isn't Narnia. SHOCKING.
It's now this, by the way. YUM. God, I'm shallow; my previous backgrounds have been nicely neutral Narnia wallpapers and Cair Paravel concept art (that one is by Henrik Tamm and is, for those interested in such things, an image that should be kept in mind when considering Murder Island). Current background on my baby laptop is one of the promo shots from The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, and the last time I had the netbook in class I kept mousing out of my notes to stare at Thorin and Fili's handsome faces. Pretty sure Nicola, who was sitting next to me, noticed. OH WELL. It's not like I wasn't still paying attention. I mean, paying attention to Gallia Narbonensis, I mean.
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Maltesers are my new favorite thing. I gave up jelly babies for Lent -- uh, I don't actually observe Lent? But I had a problem and Lent made a nice excuse to go cold turkey -- but I appear to have replaced them with chocolate, all the chocolate, because since I gave up jelly babies I've eaten way a box of Thornton's truffles and a heckuva lot of chocolate. Oh, well, there are worse sins, and besides, chocolate is the traditional remedy for grievous bodily harm. Or whatever my ongoing wrist thing is.
But mmm, Maltesers.
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Apparently, if something is mentioned in a novel or a fic and I actually come across it in real life, I will...well, actually, not necessarily buy it or try it, but I will at least think about it. And sometimes buy it because I'm shocked it's actually real.
This reminds me of when I first got to New Orleans in 2008; I was in a van with a bunch of other new freshmen, mostly not Southerners, and we were being driven around uptown, where we saw...a Winn-Dixie. And we had a collective reaction of, "HOLY FUCK WINN-DIXIE IS REAL?" Because of Because of Winn-Dixie, of course, which is one of those books that a lot of American schoolkids have to read.
(To be fair, I'm sure we all remember my pre-Cambridge freakout where I went, "OH MY GOD IS ENGLAND FICTIONAL IS EVERYTHING FAKE," because...readers' brains are on the special crack, y'all, and when you only read about things it's hard to translate 'em to the real world. At this point, I'm fairly sure that England is not in fact fictional, just parts of it.)
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I really hope I don't blank out at some point during the writing of this paper and actually type, "Because the Romans were batshit insane and yet it worked for them."
Or if I do, I hope I at least catch it and rephrase it to something properly academic before it goes to TurnItIn and a printer, despite the fact that I don't think SJ would agree. (Professor H at Tulane would! But I don't think SJ here would.) (If anyone were to check the faculty lists, it is blindingly obvious who I am talking about here.)
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I really need a new eyeglasses prescription, but I don't know if I want to try going to a UK optometrist, sigh. I also need a haircut, because it's starting to really bug me that my hair was cut unevenly the last time I had it cut a year ago. OTOH, I really appreciate that my hair is now long enough that I can do one of those braids that I always wanted and have my hair stay in it fifty percent of the time. (And yeah, I can do complicated shit with my hair if I have the energy for it, but I am actually talking about a single plain French or Dutch braid here.)
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Ugh, when these papers are over -- although I am currently putting in a disturbing lack of effort, sadly -- I am going to take a book and do something obnoxiously normal like go sit in a coffeeshop and drink tea and read. I currently have two volumes of the Journal of Roman Archaeology out from the library and have been renewing them like clockwork every two days, and I think at that point I kind of actually hit the, "Wow, grad school," part of my life.
It's now this, by the way. YUM. God, I'm shallow; my previous backgrounds have been nicely neutral Narnia wallpapers and Cair Paravel concept art (that one is by Henrik Tamm and is, for those interested in such things, an image that should be kept in mind when considering Murder Island). Current background on my baby laptop is one of the promo shots from The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, and the last time I had the netbook in class I kept mousing out of my notes to stare at Thorin and Fili's handsome faces. Pretty sure Nicola, who was sitting next to me, noticed. OH WELL. It's not like I wasn't still paying attention. I mean, paying attention to Gallia Narbonensis, I mean.
*
Maltesers are my new favorite thing. I gave up jelly babies for Lent -- uh, I don't actually observe Lent? But I had a problem and Lent made a nice excuse to go cold turkey -- but I appear to have replaced them with chocolate, all the chocolate, because since I gave up jelly babies I've eaten way a box of Thornton's truffles and a heckuva lot of chocolate. Oh, well, there are worse sins, and besides, chocolate is the traditional remedy for grievous bodily harm. Or whatever my ongoing wrist thing is.
But mmm, Maltesers.
*
Apparently, if something is mentioned in a novel or a fic and I actually come across it in real life, I will...well, actually, not necessarily buy it or try it, but I will at least think about it. And sometimes buy it because I'm shocked it's actually real.
This reminds me of when I first got to New Orleans in 2008; I was in a van with a bunch of other new freshmen, mostly not Southerners, and we were being driven around uptown, where we saw...a Winn-Dixie. And we had a collective reaction of, "HOLY FUCK WINN-DIXIE IS REAL?" Because of Because of Winn-Dixie, of course, which is one of those books that a lot of American schoolkids have to read.
(To be fair, I'm sure we all remember my pre-Cambridge freakout where I went, "OH MY GOD IS ENGLAND FICTIONAL IS EVERYTHING FAKE," because...readers' brains are on the special crack, y'all, and when you only read about things it's hard to translate 'em to the real world. At this point, I'm fairly sure that England is not in fact fictional, just parts of it.)
*
I really hope I don't blank out at some point during the writing of this paper and actually type, "Because the Romans were batshit insane and yet it worked for them."
Or if I do, I hope I at least catch it and rephrase it to something properly academic before it goes to TurnItIn and a printer, despite the fact that I don't think SJ would agree. (Professor H at Tulane would! But I don't think SJ here would.) (If anyone were to check the faculty lists, it is blindingly obvious who I am talking about here.)
*
I really need a new eyeglasses prescription, but I don't know if I want to try going to a UK optometrist, sigh. I also need a haircut, because it's starting to really bug me that my hair was cut unevenly the last time I had it cut a year ago. OTOH, I really appreciate that my hair is now long enough that I can do one of those braids that I always wanted and have my hair stay in it fifty percent of the time. (And yeah, I can do complicated shit with my hair if I have the energy for it, but I am actually talking about a single plain French or Dutch braid here.)
*
Ugh, when these papers are over -- although I am currently putting in a disturbing lack of effort, sadly -- I am going to take a book and do something obnoxiously normal like go sit in a coffeeshop and drink tea and read. I currently have two volumes of the Journal of Roman Archaeology out from the library and have been renewing them like clockwork every two days, and I think at that point I kind of actually hit the, "Wow, grad school," part of my life.