Misc Thoughts
Jul. 10th, 2004 05:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefner1.) Hadta buy tonic for Dad again. And now I'm wondering, should I tell him how much I hate doing this or shall I take up my Mother's offer to let her play the interfering mother? Because buying him tonic... I haven't felt anything this horribly sickening since... well, since the stuff during the two weeks of O/A, really. This is intolerable.
2.) Smoking a long clay pipe is fuuuuun. I need to get some tabaccy of my own so I can sit out on my porch and smoke a bowl. (Inner self- Who are you and what have you done with John Hefner?!)
3.) Up until those aformentioned two weeks, I almost never, ever dreamed about stuff that was going on in my life. Like, I don't think I ever dreamed about my father, Green Lantern, Egon Spengler, Two-Face, or anything else that would hugely occupy my life and my mind in the waking hours. But since those weeks, my dreams have been pretty constantly sharing a theme, and exploring the variations of said theme.
Often in those dreams I get answers or closure or peace, only to wake up, find they were only a dream, and to have my entire day ruined before it even began. This morning, I awoke with some grim consolation, that the dream I had was of a situation even worse than my own, and I could say, "At least that didn't happen as well." It hardly cheers me up, of course.
4.) I just started listening to the book on tape of Thomas Hardy's "Return of the Native," read by Alan Rickman. Alan *fucking* Rickman. So far, I have no idea what the hell is happening, but it's beautiful whatever it is.
5.) The count for the Bill the Butcher costume is 5-2 in favor of brown. I'm still surprised, frankly. I'd have thought people'd find the dark brown kind of blah, but I'll keep tallying. If it's what everyone thinks will look good, then it's what I'll send to the costumers. And hell, Misty said yes hands-down, so if that isn't already a final word, I dunno what is.
6.) I finally found my favorite Doc Ock image, and I've made it into an icon. Hopefully it isn't so faint that people can figure out what the hell it is. I wonder if there's some way I can darken it or something. Stupid "paint" program. Next post I do I'll include my second favorite Doc Ock image, a true classic of comics.
7.) I regret that some of my friends are getting or have already long been at the point of utter frustration with me. This includes my own mother, who still wants to smack me and tell me "Get over it!" even as she collapses into her own stupor of chronic depression. Folks, wish I knew what to say. I really, sincerely do. 'Cause there's nothing I can say at this point that isn't already understood.
8.) I want see Cyrano and Spider-Man 2 again. Really badly.
9.) I am *still* convinced, now more than ever, that the assassin in the animated sequence of Kill Bill is a young Bill. It has to be. If I ever meet Tarantino, I'm gonna ask him myself.
2.) Smoking a long clay pipe is fuuuuun. I need to get some tabaccy of my own so I can sit out on my porch and smoke a bowl. (Inner self- Who are you and what have you done with John Hefner?!)
3.) Up until those aformentioned two weeks, I almost never, ever dreamed about stuff that was going on in my life. Like, I don't think I ever dreamed about my father, Green Lantern, Egon Spengler, Two-Face, or anything else that would hugely occupy my life and my mind in the waking hours. But since those weeks, my dreams have been pretty constantly sharing a theme, and exploring the variations of said theme.
Often in those dreams I get answers or closure or peace, only to wake up, find they were only a dream, and to have my entire day ruined before it even began. This morning, I awoke with some grim consolation, that the dream I had was of a situation even worse than my own, and I could say, "At least that didn't happen as well." It hardly cheers me up, of course.
4.) I just started listening to the book on tape of Thomas Hardy's "Return of the Native," read by Alan Rickman. Alan *fucking* Rickman. So far, I have no idea what the hell is happening, but it's beautiful whatever it is.
5.) The count for the Bill the Butcher costume is 5-2 in favor of brown. I'm still surprised, frankly. I'd have thought people'd find the dark brown kind of blah, but I'll keep tallying. If it's what everyone thinks will look good, then it's what I'll send to the costumers. And hell, Misty said yes hands-down, so if that isn't already a final word, I dunno what is.
6.) I finally found my favorite Doc Ock image, and I've made it into an icon. Hopefully it isn't so faint that people can figure out what the hell it is. I wonder if there's some way I can darken it or something. Stupid "paint" program. Next post I do I'll include my second favorite Doc Ock image, a true classic of comics.
7.) I regret that some of my friends are getting or have already long been at the point of utter frustration with me. This includes my own mother, who still wants to smack me and tell me "Get over it!" even as she collapses into her own stupor of chronic depression. Folks, wish I knew what to say. I really, sincerely do. 'Cause there's nothing I can say at this point that isn't already understood.
8.) I want see Cyrano and Spider-Man 2 again. Really badly.
9.) I am *still* convinced, now more than ever, that the assassin in the animated sequence of Kill Bill is a young Bill. It has to be. If I ever meet Tarantino, I'm gonna ask him myself.
