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There's an Indian family a floor below me. They're nice and they like me a lot after I told them about the time I spent in India volunteering. They sometimes give me food. Anyhow, the daughter is in college, I think, and the father appears to be lethally bored after work (I think he's a shopkeeper or something), so whenever he sees me (or any other neighbour) he stops to talk. Keira has been hanging around a lot, especially after the fire, helping us clean up, redecorate, etc., and he assumed she was my girlfriend. After I said no, he assumed she was V's girlfriend. Me being myself, I flat out told him she was nobody's girlfriend but V was my boyfriend. I expected him never to speak to me again, but he was like: Oh yeah, you two are very cute together, I should have realised. I don't know what surprised me more: to hear that from him (far be it from me to think that all people are narrow-minded pricks, but let's face it, most of them are) or to hear that I'm cute with someone. Me. Cute. Not to mention V is only cute when he puts his mind to it. I don't call him Poison for nothing.
On the plus side, I can continue counting on them giving me food. XPP
Current Mood:
amused amused
Current Music:
Iggy Pop. Lust for life
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It's been that time of the month again, and by that I mean a week of SI at various events. I've been thinking of finding a placement with another agency; maybe I should keep my experience with medical terms a secret because they keep giving me medical conferences. I picture myself as House to stop feeling so fatally bored.
I've been reading a lot of sci-fi lately. It only took me all my life to actually read the stories, which Blade Runner and A Scanner Darkly were based on.
I also attempted to watch the new series about Sleepy Hollow. I happen to like the original story - and of course the Tim Burton film (although I'm not really fond of the happy ending Burton gave it), and I was intrigued by the idea of Ichabod Crane time-traveling to the 21st century and fighting the Headless Horseman here. But:
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Current Mood:
tired tired
Current Music:
Radiohead. Melatonin
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I stumbled upon an illustration from Dinotopia on Tumblr and it suddenly made me want to reread the book. I barely even remember it. I think I've only read the first one. I've seen the miniseries of course (not just as a kid; I rewatched it after I first watched Prison Break because - Wentworth Miller, obviously) and I may have seen bits and pieces of that lame short-lived TV-series. My memory is pretty vague when it comes to the book though. But who doesn't like dinosaurs?
I made myself a Goodreads account even though I'd promised myself I wouldn't register anywhere else online. For example if you see someone on Facebook claiming to be me (I doubt that, but what if?), that's definitely not me. I hate Facebook. The same goes for any other social network that is remotely like Facebook. The same goes for everything Google-related. Anyway, I started Goodreads to keep track of what I want to read even more so than what I've read already.
Current Mood:
amused amused
Current Music:
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. People ain't no good
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Time: last night. Setting: my flat. Characters: yours truly, Keira and V watching Galactica. I don't even know why we started doing that. Those peasant know nothing. (By the way, if it occasionally seems like I don't ever do anything else, it's probably at least half-true.)

Keira: Ok, question: Marry, shag, throw off a cliff. Baltar, Helo, Adama.
Me: Gay marriage is not legal. You can't make me choose between- Oh, wait, it's legal, shit.
V: That's it, that's his priority. Not that they're fictional characters.
Me: Shag Baltar.
Keira: He cries all the time! What if he cries during the shag?
Me: I think that's at least half-canon. [New Caprica, what]
Keira: Ok, cliff and marry.
Me: Which Adama?
Keira [like she's just realised there's more than one]: Er... the sexy one.
Me: So which one?
V: He means the father or the son.
Keira: O_o
Me: :D
Keira: O___o
Me: Ok, Helo is marriage material but I wouldn't toss any of the Adamas off a cliff, it's a matter of survival.
V: No, no, please don't.
[It's too late, I launch a half-hour-long tirade concerning the awesomeness of the Adama family.}
Keira: ...Geek.

I still don't get why people are so surprised when they find out I love certain science fiction-related things. I haven't actually got any merchandise (I've got a TARDIS-shaped teapot but I'm British, it's a thing here), so you wouldn't tell it by my flat, but I remember having a bloke over, not long before the fire, who was a Trekkie, and he saw a Star Wars DVD on my shelf and went off on a tangent about how people who compare SW and ST annoy him because both things are cool in a different way. Then he was like: Yeah, sorry, I know you're not interested. Then I revealed my massive inner SW geek, and he was very surprised. I don't even know why. XPP Apparently you have to be a science major to like these things or something.
Current Mood:
amused amused
Current Music:
Siouxsie and the Banshees. Pure
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Half of my acquaintances seem to be the fans of Imagine Dragons. I admit I was okay with that until that band literally started cropping up everywhere. Especially "Radioactive" and "It's Time". The only song of theirs I kind of like is Ready Aim Fire from Iron Man, but I suspect it'll soon start annoying me as well.
Other bands/singers that currently annoy me: Florence and the Machine, Marina and the Diamonds, Lana Del Rey, 30 Seconds to Mars (which is a pity because I like their first 2 albums).
Placebo's new single is terrible. The song is boring, the video is pretentious. Blah.
I feel old when I think about the times when it wasn't possible to download music from the Internet. I don't usually complain about it because hell, it's convenient! Regardless of whether you pirate or pay for it officially, it's still convenient. But I came across that famous quote from Almost Famous, about being able to go to a record store and visit your friends when you're lonely, and I can't help thinking that those shops are so much more than, well, shops. They're like a place to connect. Personally I still go to bookshops. I seldom read ebooks. I can't say the same about music. Nothing stops me from going to shops of course but the spirit isn't the same. Somebody get me a time machine!
The problem with complaining about the past being better than the present is that it's incessant. Every new generation thinks things used to be better and then along came we and fucked it all up. Really pointless if you ask me. But as far as music goes I'm inclined to bitch and moan as much as the next bloke.
I spent the last few days translating every scrap of idiocy that came my way and marathoning Hayao Miyazaki during breaks. XPP I've also got a few new job prospects. More when I know more.
Current Mood:
determined determined
Current Music:
Totoro theme stuck in my head, help!
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- Not dead
- Unlike my cousin
- Love Madrid
- Hate Chicago
- Funerals have stopped being fun since my suicidal gothic period at 15
- My old email account hates me
- My new email account also seems to hate me
- Catching up on LJ now
- Forgot how to use any and all technology except coffee machines
- ???
- Profit
Current Mood:
annoyed annoyed
Current Music:
David Bowie. Queen bitch
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You know how you sleep with a guy and he suddenly decides it means something? It's only cute on Queer As Folk!
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Current Mood:
annoyed annoyed
Current Music:
Metallica. Enter Sandman
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Keira and I are celebrating the end of the world with a group of some people whose names I don't care to remember, but I hear there's booze so I'm good to go.
Didn't sleep at all last night but not for the fun reasons. Alas, yet another conference.
How's your Apocalypse going? (LJ's homepage looks hilarious by the way.)

Live from New Zealand. Tumblr delivers.
Current Music:
U2. Until the end of the world
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Like I said I would be, I'm back, having watched Blood and Chrome. Let put aside my being an insufferable and incorrigible BSG franchise fanboy (which means I'm bound to like almost anything it delivers). Objectively, it's a solid intro, but if they leave it at that, I don't think it carries much weight. It gives an interesting insight into the character of young Bill Adama (plus tidbits of backstory, like how he obtained the call sign "Husker").

But the story itself is pretty static (I'm not doing a spoiler cut on the assumption that only one person on my flist watches BSG and she's already seen this): a young hot-headed pilot who thinks he's better than everyone else gets taken down a peg or two after his seemingly quiet mission goes awry. So basically it's your average story of breaking in. In the end, Bill also notes in his letter to his father that this war isn't what he thought it was. My only response to that is: Well, duh, is any war?
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Current Mood:
bouncy bouncy
Current Music:
Bear McCreary. Apocalypse
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I'm back on my Indochine binge and I finally listened listened to all versions of Pink Water in sequence.

Indochine - Pink Water


Indochine feat. Brian Molko - Pink Water 2


Indochine feat. Brian Molko - Pink Water 3


I think the third one is still my favourite, probably because I like the language combination. Brian should collaborate with more cool artists, too.

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Current Mood:
productive productive
Current Music:
Indochine. Un ange à ma table
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Most of the time the issue of original vs. cover is not an issue for me at all. Originals usually trump covers. But not always. I still can't make up my mind about "Sympathy for the Devil" (even in spite of my giganimous love for the Stones).



But Guns N' Roses did a damn fine job too.



I've been reading some comments on YouTube (it's a pit of voles but when I'm bored, I amuse myself by reading them) and I've discovered that I have weird priorities. For example, it doesn't annoy me when people wank about politics, music, cover vs. original, bands breaking up, etc. But it does annoy me when there are twats who only associate songs with films they heard them in. I'm sorry to disappoint you, Twilighters, but "Supermassive Black Hole" wasn't written with the express purpose of serving as a soundtrack for some dumb scene in "Twilight". Even if it had been, the song holds much more value than just being some background noise. The same as "Sympathy for the Devil" is *not* about Lestat! It predates the film by a few decades. Just so we're clear: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sympathy_for_the_Devil
Current Mood:
awake awake
Current Music:
The Doors. Riders on the storm
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I forgot how much I did not miss Moscow. On top of all, the weather is horrible these days.
I've had more unexpected delays on my trip. Frankly, this isn't even amusing anymore. Now I have bike issues.
Thinking of going to SPb after the trip. Taking V up on his flirty offer, that is.
Current Mood:
annoyed annoyed
Current Music:
Milla. The gentlemen who fell
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Ireland was awesome, but then, it always is. But I really should stop spending money.
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Current Mood:
awake awake
Current Music:
Nena & Kim Wilde - Irgendwie Irgendwo Irgendwann
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shaitanah indirectly reminded me of my undying love for this song, and now I need to listen to some Pulp. Will be off to Kilkenny for the week-end soon. Nothing like ogling hot Irish guys to lighten up my broody mood.

Current Mood:
mischievous mischievous
Current Music:
Pulp. Common people
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Can I just say: his voice! His voice! *_*

ETA: THIS!
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Current Mood:
ecstatic ecstatic
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Things I remember from last night: club, drink, guy(s). I don't usually forget but ouch, there was a lot of alcohol involved. I think my head is still somewhere that is not on my shoulders. I probably need a new one. Actually, can I have everything replaced? Can I get remodeled or something? I hadn't been this smashed since summer. No, on second thought, I hadn't been this smashed since I was, like, 14. I needed to unwind. All work and no play makes yours truly a zombie.
Now, let's agree to not do this again...at least until a few months later. XPP It took me a while to figure out but it's more fun being sober when there are hot guys around. Unless we have history.
Current Mood:
giddy giddy
Current Music:
some shit on the telly
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I think I've just killed my landline. People kept calling me and I said, bollocks to that, and kind of kicked my phone. It flew up like a football and then it crashed...a litle. Not sure if it's going to work again. But at the moment all I care about is blissful silence. Needless to say my mobile phone is off too.
Current Mood:
jubilant jubilant
Current Music:
Oniric. Culpa
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Fuck it all. No matter how hard I work I don't seem to have enough money for the Altai trip. I've already had to reschedule it from April to the second half of May, which isn't that bad because the weather will be warmer, but the fact that my finances are tight right now bothers me. I hate being restricted in anything.
Meanwhile, Keira dragged me to watch Bel Ami. It was fine but I didn't like it half as much as she did, which prompted a lot of teasing like "Keira lurves RPattz". I'm surprised she hasn't drilled a hole through my head yet.
Then I watched The Artist, the French silent film that got the main Oscar award. Never thought I'd like a silent film this much but it was refreshing and quite entertaining.
And now I want to watch The Raven. It looks like some weird hybrid of Sleepy Hollow and Jack the Ripper films and it's about Edgar Allan Poe. So, it must be a comedy! XPP
And this, ladies and gents, is what I do in daylight when I'm bored. What I do at night is a whole other story. ;)
Current Mood:
groggy groggy
Current Music:
Sinead O'Connor. Mandinka
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Last night I was sucked into a hilarious religious discussion with one of Keira's friends (I have no idea how she makes them so quickly! Frankly, it's terrifying!). We were in a pub and the girl must have heard me saying one of my usual "thank Muad'Dib" or "oh, Muad'Dib" or whatever. She kept staring at me for a while and just as I was about to ask her why, she was like, "Who's Muad'Dib?" Keira goes all: "Oh, don't get him started on this!" I'm not getting started yet, I just say: "A character from Frank Herbert's Dune. Why?" The girl keeps staring, rather creepily, I must say. "Why did you say his name like this?" she asks. Keira rolls her eyes and tries to explain it's just this weird little thing of mine. The girl stares at me like I've kicked her puppy. Twice. "Are you an atheist?" she asks. 'Atheist' must be a curse word in her vocab because she pronounces it kind of surreptitiously even though we're in a pub where people, you know, guzzle bear and curse once in a while. Keira rolls her eyes again, whereas I begin to explain the difference between an atheist and myself. The truth is that the whole Muad'Dib thing started as a joke: I figured since I didn't believe in God, I had no business calling on him and much less thanking him, so I needed a new figure of speech to replace the standard one. BUT I don't tell her any of that. Instead, I dive headfirst into a huge impromptu speech where I pretty much mix up every sci-fi religion I know: from the Jedi Code to the Lords of Kobol. I don't know how I managed to pull it off with a straight face. Keira tells me I looked like a true preacher. The girl was shocked. She decided that I had to be saved. Right that instant. So she started preaching in return. I recalled a little comic sketch of a door-to-door preacher trying to convert a Doctor Who fan (the fan remained unswayed, of course, because obviously it's easier to believe that the Doctor exists than Jesus) that I'd once seen online and modeled my entire sermon on it. The girl must have seriously thought I was some kind of a geek king who spent every second of his life in front of the zombie box, drooling over scantily clad sci-fi women (because I naturally told her that when I die, I'll get to go to paradise where I'll be entertained by 100 virgins, some of them aliens, some of them maybe even robots). As you can see, there was no actual Dune-related philosophy involved, and no messianic figure was hurt in the process.
P.S. The song in the "current music" section is a coincidence, I swear. XPPPPPP
Current Mood:
creative creative
Current Music:
Jefferson Airplane. Plastic fantastic lover
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