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hathycolLast night I was a Good Human. I don't think I ate enough, because my stomach is still objecting to me eating ("Rich food that's not pasta? OMG WE CANNOT COPE") but it was still, you know, copable. I did not swear, or make inappropriate jokes, and I did not crash my car into anyone, so this is all good.
Anyway.
Regular readers (and by that, I mean People Wot Knew Me In High School) will remember the joyous occasion that was a night out at the Comrades. Underage drinking, really bad local bands who only knew how to bad Greenday covers, and all in the auspicious cover of the local war veterans buildings. These nights were offically Ormskirk Youth Music Live, but unofficially, it was just The Comrades.
I still find it bizarre that my sister goes off to these nights, but she does. The last night I went near, I was still vastly underage and thought a single vodka and orange was shocking. Once you can go into a real pub, there's just no fun left, you know?
Yeah.
Guess what I'm doing tonight?
Possibly going for the sheer purpose of pissing off my sister is childish, and silly, and likely to just cause further problems, but to be honest, mostly we're going for the novelty of drinking legally in there. And after the week she's put me through, it is going to be a bit lovely.
I had such a weird dream last night. I was fighting in a Heroic Battle To The Death. On my side was a lot of soldiers from the Crusades led by Richard the Lionheart as well as some people dressed in fluffy blue bird costumes. I can't remember who or what we were fighting, but the were repelled using clothesline props and tops of laundry bins as shields. Alas, in my famous last stand I gravely injured my knee (I woke up and it ached really badly as I had it scrunched up to my chest - I really need to get something done about this) and then Richard the Lionheart proposed.
I told him I was taken and that the Queen of Cyprus would be narked off anyway. Given that Richard the Lionheart is my Historical Hate Figure... weird.
Anyway. I am now going to make lunch, and then a lasagne. Busy, busy.
Except that last part is a lie, because I need to talk about Star Trek. No, really, I do. The thing is, I used to watch Star Trek: The Original Series with my Dad when I was little, and it frightened the living daylights out of me more than Doctor Who did, apparently. (This is what I got told. I remember the Star Trek, less so the Doctor Who.) So I never really watched it, although I was into all the other series in a big way when I got a bit older. Voyager was my first fandom, yo. Now, however, I can't stop watching TOS repeats on the SciFi Channel, and they're oddly hypnotic. Mostly Kirk's gut, to be honest - I love it that on the good days, you can see the girdle - but dear lord. It hasn't half changed. Vulcans showing emotions was my main gip, although that might be more down to Jolene Blalock's complete inability to act. I also like the idea that Klingons just have funny beards and black hair, too, and that all the colours are just bizarre. And the sho was quite far-reaching - multi-culturalism! - but it also completely reflects the time. All the women appear to have no purpose other than to look pretty, or to be evil, or often both. Kirk comes onto anything that moves (mostly Spock) and I'm just aghast that it even exists half the time, because oh, the sexism.
(Yeoman Rand makes me the angriest, because Uhura was always handy in a crisis, and Nurse Chapel at least has Job Skills, but what does that woman actually do other than have silly thatched hair and look longingly at Kirk? Bah. I'm so glad they got rid of her quietly in the films.)
The thing is, though, it's just so daft. I don't even know how it fits into canon, half the time, and the Trek fans are obsessive about that. But it's so much fun to watch, not in the serious ways that the later series often were.
Although the fact that Muse's new album sponsers it confuses me deeply.
~Hathy_Col~
Anyway.
Regular readers (and by that, I mean People Wot Knew Me In High School) will remember the joyous occasion that was a night out at the Comrades. Underage drinking, really bad local bands who only knew how to bad Greenday covers, and all in the auspicious cover of the local war veterans buildings. These nights were offically Ormskirk Youth Music Live, but unofficially, it was just The Comrades.
I still find it bizarre that my sister goes off to these nights, but she does. The last night I went near, I was still vastly underage and thought a single vodka and orange was shocking. Once you can go into a real pub, there's just no fun left, you know?
Yeah.
Guess what I'm doing tonight?
Possibly going for the sheer purpose of pissing off my sister is childish, and silly, and likely to just cause further problems, but to be honest, mostly we're going for the novelty of drinking legally in there. And after the week she's put me through, it is going to be a bit lovely.
I had such a weird dream last night. I was fighting in a Heroic Battle To The Death. On my side was a lot of soldiers from the Crusades led by Richard the Lionheart as well as some people dressed in fluffy blue bird costumes. I can't remember who or what we were fighting, but the were repelled using clothesline props and tops of laundry bins as shields. Alas, in my famous last stand I gravely injured my knee (I woke up and it ached really badly as I had it scrunched up to my chest - I really need to get something done about this) and then Richard the Lionheart proposed.
I told him I was taken and that the Queen of Cyprus would be narked off anyway. Given that Richard the Lionheart is my Historical Hate Figure... weird.
Anyway. I am now going to make lunch, and then a lasagne. Busy, busy.
Except that last part is a lie, because I need to talk about Star Trek. No, really, I do. The thing is, I used to watch Star Trek: The Original Series with my Dad when I was little, and it frightened the living daylights out of me more than Doctor Who did, apparently. (This is what I got told. I remember the Star Trek, less so the Doctor Who.) So I never really watched it, although I was into all the other series in a big way when I got a bit older. Voyager was my first fandom, yo. Now, however, I can't stop watching TOS repeats on the SciFi Channel, and they're oddly hypnotic. Mostly Kirk's gut, to be honest - I love it that on the good days, you can see the girdle - but dear lord. It hasn't half changed. Vulcans showing emotions was my main gip, although that might be more down to Jolene Blalock's complete inability to act. I also like the idea that Klingons just have funny beards and black hair, too, and that all the colours are just bizarre. And the sho was quite far-reaching - multi-culturalism! - but it also completely reflects the time. All the women appear to have no purpose other than to look pretty, or to be evil, or often both. Kirk comes onto anything that moves (mostly Spock) and I'm just aghast that it even exists half the time, because oh, the sexism.
(Yeoman Rand makes me the angriest, because Uhura was always handy in a crisis, and Nurse Chapel at least has Job Skills, but what does that woman actually do other than have silly thatched hair and look longingly at Kirk? Bah. I'm so glad they got rid of her quietly in the films.)
The thing is, though, it's just so daft. I don't even know how it fits into canon, half the time, and the Trek fans are obsessive about that. But it's so much fun to watch, not in the serious ways that the later series often were.
Although the fact that Muse's new album sponsers it confuses me deeply.
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2006-06-30 12:42 pm (UTC)