The Real Life post

Hello. I'm terrible at updating. Except that sometimes it rains, so it's really not my fault. 30 minute walk to the computer rooms and all. Who are you to judge me?!

Mostly I haven't been doing anything. My parents came to see me on Sunday, and brought Jack, who entertained my flatmates for a while. Then we went to Pizza Hut (yay!) and Wollaton Park, where there are deer. My sister was afraid of the deer. Possibly I shouldn't have told her that story about how a Wollaton deer chased/followed me once. But Jack seemed to enjoy it, and we saw a squirrel, but since they came (as usual) at about half past three and I was going to see a one-off film at 7, it was somewhat brief. Didn't even get to go to the lake and kill ducks with bread. But it was nice, and my mother gave me £20 and offered to buy me a new lightweight sleeping bag for the London trip, so a pretty good visit all round, I think.

The film was a series of horror 'shorts' from around the country, and others. There was free popcorn, but did I get any? No. Hmph. Anyway, some of the shorts were quite good, some were a bit strange, some were truly hilarious. There was a parody of An American Werewolf in London, but with swans! Though I think swans are pretty much a horror film in themselves, anyway. Also, I learned that modern low-budget filmmakers' favourite horrifying sound is scratchy, distorted electronic voices. They like it a whole lot.

I also got to see Mirrormask, finally. I can't watch Rob Brydon anymore without thinking of nerdcakes' Rob Brydon/Steve Coogan OTP, which is really quite bad when he's in a film completely free of Steve Coogan, and playing a man with a troubled teenage daughter and a possibly dying wife. But it was good. I thought the ending and the 'princess' plotline was a bit anticlimactic, but loved the concept, loved the graphics, loved the world. Loved Helena. She might get a crossover OTP with Violet Baudelaire. But yes, I thought it was a champion film (finally). And that maybe I should read some of those Neil Gaiman books stashed under the desk now.

And I'm still mostly money-free for a while. And might have to get a job. Eek.

And a fandom post! Hurrah!

( Further thoughts on X-Men 3 (complete with SPOILERS) )

I've also been reading more of Sheenagh Pugh's book, with all my free time. I think it might be starting to work its way into my subconscious: I've had fanfiction dreams three nights in a row at this point. The first was about Guy, Mac and Caroline. They were lifeguards at a pool for some reason, and Mac decided he wanted Caroline back and told her Guy had abandoned her, WHILE GUY WAS BUSY DODGING GIRLS WHO WERE TRYING TO SEDUCE HIM, BECAUSE HE COULDN'T SLEEP WITH THEM BECAUSE OF CAROLINE! Then there was a Life on Mars one, where Sam was being made to do all sorts of things with a post-hypnotic suggestion, and Annie had to talk him down while Gene pushed the guy responsible into an open grave. Then last night it was The Forsyte Saga, with Soames moving into a Victorian studio apartment (with a demon) just above Irene, then setting off on a walking holiday, while Irene decided she loved the new artistic, walking him and followed him.

It's all a bit strange, but I'm vaguely interested to see what happens next.

And I've been watching Series One of Lost on DVD, since I watched all of four episodes when it was on TV before giving up. All signs point to Sawyer falling unconscious and having to be carried around in tonight's ep (2.4) though, so suddenly I'm interested.

( Some Lost thoughts. Probably with spoilers. )

I think that's enough for now.