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Dec. 7th, 2004 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolLast night, I was all set to do my work. I really was. I finished off question 1, prepared myself for question 2, and discovered that I'd forgotten the appropriate textbook and knew nothing of the history of satire. There's only so much I can make up. For example, I have to do a focus group survey at some point. This is probably going to end up with me shanghai-ing everyone I know and forcing them to watch Dead Ringers. Nevertheless, I will put a note in saying that I haven't managed to quite finish it off yet and leave it at that because I am a LAZY HO and really can't be bothered with all of this.
Last night, I watched I can't describe how much I'm in love with this show. Apart from the fact that nothing happy EVER HAPPENS it makes me think, and I like that. What's going on with the two Boomers, eh? One is becoming more like a Cylon... the other is becoming more human. It's fascinating. The relationship between Gaius and Number Six is deliciously twisted - I've only just realised that he is now on the side of the Cylons and how fucked up is that? - and I can't express my love enough for Starbuck. Only twisted part is that the blonde one from Girls Aloud is in fact Number Six. I'm convinced.
I then watched Dead Ringers, which disappointed me. With all the David Blunkett stuff, there just wasn't enough material in there about it. I mean, come on, the man's given you a gift here and you squandered it. Although I did quite enjoy the sight of Gandalf striding across a department store. "Have you tried the cafe on the fourth floor? It is a perilous quest, but I assure you it is well worth it!" The political to suffer the most was probably Gordon Brown, actually. But there we are.
I then went upstairs and just read for a while. In an effort to appear a well-rounded young woman for various interviews, I am determined to read something different, for a change. Two weeks ago, The Color Purple. Last week, The Exorcist. This week, The Handmaid's Tale which, so far, is absolutely superb. Very... 1984 is the vision of a dystopian future. And somehow more possible to me. Bear in mind that I wasn't born in 1984, and my parents had only just met. The Handmaid's Tale is an undefined time but a perfectly possible time. And that is why is is terrifying whilst being bloody briliant.
And now I must go and do my work, albeit badly. On the bright side, I do have Thursday and Friday off this week, so I am free to do some work then. After a long and glorious lie-in, current seeming insaity aside. Not being able to sleep is doing my nut in.
~Hathy_Col~
Last night, I watched I can't describe how much I'm in love with this show. Apart from the fact that nothing happy EVER HAPPENS it makes me think, and I like that. What's going on with the two Boomers, eh? One is becoming more like a Cylon... the other is becoming more human. It's fascinating. The relationship between Gaius and Number Six is deliciously twisted - I've only just realised that he is now on the side of the Cylons and how fucked up is that? - and I can't express my love enough for Starbuck. Only twisted part is that the blonde one from Girls Aloud is in fact Number Six. I'm convinced.
I then watched Dead Ringers, which disappointed me. With all the David Blunkett stuff, there just wasn't enough material in there about it. I mean, come on, the man's given you a gift here and you squandered it. Although I did quite enjoy the sight of Gandalf striding across a department store. "Have you tried the cafe on the fourth floor? It is a perilous quest, but I assure you it is well worth it!" The political to suffer the most was probably Gordon Brown, actually. But there we are.
I then went upstairs and just read for a while. In an effort to appear a well-rounded young woman for various interviews, I am determined to read something different, for a change. Two weeks ago, The Color Purple. Last week, The Exorcist. This week, The Handmaid's Tale which, so far, is absolutely superb. Very... 1984 is the vision of a dystopian future. And somehow more possible to me. Bear in mind that I wasn't born in 1984, and my parents had only just met. The Handmaid's Tale is an undefined time but a perfectly possible time. And that is why is is terrifying whilst being bloody briliant.
And now I must go and do my work, albeit badly. On the bright side, I do have Thursday and Friday off this week, so I am free to do some work then. After a long and glorious lie-in, current seeming insaity aside. Not being able to sleep is doing my nut in.
~Hathy_Col~
