Three things Ronni learnt today

[dolorosa_12]

1. If she goes for a long time without running, and combines this with a long time forgetting to take her iron tablets and consuming Vitamin C-heavy foods, she turns into a hysterical, freaking-out-to-the-point-of-curling-up-in-the-foetal-position wreck.

2. However, ASNaCs are the kindest people in the world and will always be there when she needs a shoulder to cry on, a hug, or a cookie.

3. Also, her supervisor, when she's on the warpath, is the best kind of avenging angel to have on your side.


My housemates are wonderful for spontaneous awesomosity. A few days ago, Housemate D randomly promised to make us haggis with swedes and mashed potatoes for Burns Night (which was last night), and when I arrived home yesterday, the kitchen was a hive of activity. She made the haggis and swedes, along with some gravy and spinach. I mashed the potatoes. Housemate M provided the wine, and the five of us just sat around enjoying the food. When we'd finished dinner, we randomly decided we MUST have something for dessert, so M and I went up to the Co-op and bought a cake. Then Housemate J donated some vanilla icecream and D donated some of her bottle of Amaretto and we all just hung around enjoying each other's company. It was wonderful.

Have some outrage, courtesy of Tiger Beatdown.

The creator of Being Human talks about other vampire stories he's enjoyed. I particularly like his take on Let the Right One In.

A cool story from Neil Gaiman about a serendipitous encounter in Sydney: The woman had a tattoo on her shoulderblade - writing - and because I cannot pass writing without reading it, I glanced at it. Part of the writing was covered by a strap.

But I could still read it. And I knew what the words covered by the strap were.

I read the tattoo, read words I had written to try and exorcise my own small demons eighteen years ago, and I felt like a ghost. As if, for a moment, under the hot Sydney sun, I was only an idea of a person and not a real person at all.

I didn't introduce myself to her or say anything (it didn't even occur to me to say hello, in all honesty). I just walked home, through a world that felt flimsier and infinitely stranger than it had that morning.

Oooh look! It's John Scalzi on SF films in this year's Oscar nominations! (I'm still kind of annoyed that the Daft Punk score for Tron: Legacy didn't get a nomination, but oh well.)

ETA: Also, Catherine M. Valente posts about the 'Speculative Fiction' tag, and why she's not entirely happy with it. She's already got 145 comments, so yeah...

That's it for tonight. M and I are heading out to see Black Swan later, which should be pretty good.

ETA of ETA: Black Swan, dammit, not White Swam. I think you can tell my state of mind from that slip...

Comments

[matthias ammon (from livejournal.com)]

Who's White and where did he or she swim? ;-)

- 'M'

[dolorosa-12.livejournal.com]

Oh, god on a stick! I can't get anything right. I clearly need to sleep for a week.

[catpuccino.livejournal.com]

What did you think of Black Swan?

[dolorosa-12.livejournal.com]

I thought it was excellent! I think if Natalie Portman doesn't win the Best Actress Oscar it will be a travesty! That being said, I think the film was great, but not amazing. It was good at creating an atmosphere, and the ideas it looked at were interesting, however. (Also, I loved the music from Swan Lake. What did you think?

[catpuccino.livejournal.com]

I agree that Natalie Portman was amazing in it. But... I'm not sure about the movie. On one level I know it was really intriguing and a good movie but I spent most of the movie hidden behind my cardigan. The self harming was just... intense. And gross. But I was pretty engrossed in it (even if some bits I was just engrossed because I was grossed out) the whole time, and the same cannot be said for a lot of movies that I've seen!