Monday, July 18, 2005
Le Weekend Dernier
Soundtrack: "Cockahoop" by Cerys Matthews
Good morning this morning.
So so so. I thought I'd post a little roundup of the past few days, seen as Michael was working on the computer all weekend. Here goes nothing.
I know I made a post on Friday morning, but as soon as I left the house I was reminded of a dream I'd had that morning that was absolutely bloody hilarious, but I'd forgotten to write it down here. I dreamt that I was with this really evil vindictive guy (possibly Blake), and we were having a scary amount of fun by torturing this cockatoo. We'd managed to glue it to its perch using spray glue, and then we decided that we'd spray the whole bird with the stuff and we stuck fruit loops all over it. [Fruit loops are a type of cereal - they're like Cheerios, but lots of different "fruity" colours. I haven't tried them, but I suspect that they're just Cheerios covered in food colouring, and have zero fruit content.] The whole time, this awful bird kept on caw-ing, which just made us want to punish it more. We were just about to set it alight when I woke up, because the crow outside my window had finally managed to wake me up. At this point, I realised that I had been able to hear the crow noises through my sleep, and my subconscious had invented that dream to cope with it. Crazy stuff, and I'm still laughing thinking about it.
I went to the art gallery. Overall, the collection wasn't as good as those of the SA and NSW state galleries, but the building was much nicer: the main hall was a cavernous chamber that was bright and airy, and it had a few big water features, which I liked. They did have a really cool display of litho cuts, which I spent ages looking at. But then, an art gallery is an art is an art gallery. A museum is a museum is a museum. A state library is a state library is a state library. I need to stop being lazy and go and look for the Commisariat, which apparently has a display of convicts' fingertips. But I'm going to go and sit in the Spiegeltent today, so maybe tomorrow.
On Saturday morning, Michael drove the two of us out to Mount Glorious, which is actually just a moderately-sized hill. People in Queensland call their hills mountains. If all the names round here weren't British, I would've thought that the place was colonised by the Dutch or something. It was a really lovely walk, as all the vegetation on the hill is semi-tropical, so there were lots of strangler figs and crows nest ferns growing halfway up big tall trees. We then went to the hospital where Michael works as an occupational therapist to pick up some of his textbooks, as he's starting some new course this week. Occupational therapy looks a bit crap, really, so I'm glad I'm going to be a doctor. I mention going to the hospital basically because of the name of the road we took there: it's called Rode Road. How good is that?!
Saturday was, of course, the release date of "Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince." I finished reading it at 2am, as I only started reading it at 3pm, and I reckon I could've finished it in around 6-7 hours if I'd read it straight and hadn't gone around doing loads of stuff in-between. This in-betweening constituted shopping for paella ingredients at the supermarket, eating lunch, making several cups of tea, helping Michael cook dinner, eating dinner with Michael and Renee, watching "Red Dwarf," having a shower, and randomly crocheting. So there. And I could've gone to pick it up from the bookshop at 9.01am, but I was walking around Mount Glorious. I must say that by 2am on Sunday, I was a bit annoyed that JK Rowling had gone and done the two most obvious things that everybody said she was going to do. Up until then, I'd been desperately hoping that she wouldn't, not because I liked the characters (I cried when Sirius died, but I really wasn't that bothered by the Major Climactic Death And Betrayal this time round) but because it was so expected. Everything's well set-up for the last book, though. I'm not sure if it'll be able to be classed as a kiddies' book, though, because this one was pretty gory. That sectumsempra would be pretty horrible to see in the film.
Sunday was spent recovering.
Good morning this morning.
So so so. I thought I'd post a little roundup of the past few days, seen as Michael was working on the computer all weekend. Here goes nothing.
I know I made a post on Friday morning, but as soon as I left the house I was reminded of a dream I'd had that morning that was absolutely bloody hilarious, but I'd forgotten to write it down here. I dreamt that I was with this really evil vindictive guy (possibly Blake), and we were having a scary amount of fun by torturing this cockatoo. We'd managed to glue it to its perch using spray glue, and then we decided that we'd spray the whole bird with the stuff and we stuck fruit loops all over it. [Fruit loops are a type of cereal - they're like Cheerios, but lots of different "fruity" colours. I haven't tried them, but I suspect that they're just Cheerios covered in food colouring, and have zero fruit content.] The whole time, this awful bird kept on caw-ing, which just made us want to punish it more. We were just about to set it alight when I woke up, because the crow outside my window had finally managed to wake me up. At this point, I realised that I had been able to hear the crow noises through my sleep, and my subconscious had invented that dream to cope with it. Crazy stuff, and I'm still laughing thinking about it.
I went to the art gallery. Overall, the collection wasn't as good as those of the SA and NSW state galleries, but the building was much nicer: the main hall was a cavernous chamber that was bright and airy, and it had a few big water features, which I liked. They did have a really cool display of litho cuts, which I spent ages looking at. But then, an art gallery is an art is an art gallery. A museum is a museum is a museum. A state library is a state library is a state library. I need to stop being lazy and go and look for the Commisariat, which apparently has a display of convicts' fingertips. But I'm going to go and sit in the Spiegeltent today, so maybe tomorrow.
On Saturday morning, Michael drove the two of us out to Mount Glorious, which is actually just a moderately-sized hill. People in Queensland call their hills mountains. If all the names round here weren't British, I would've thought that the place was colonised by the Dutch or something. It was a really lovely walk, as all the vegetation on the hill is semi-tropical, so there were lots of strangler figs and crows nest ferns growing halfway up big tall trees. We then went to the hospital where Michael works as an occupational therapist to pick up some of his textbooks, as he's starting some new course this week. Occupational therapy looks a bit crap, really, so I'm glad I'm going to be a doctor. I mention going to the hospital basically because of the name of the road we took there: it's called Rode Road. How good is that?!
Saturday was, of course, the release date of "Harry Potter And The Half-Blood Prince." I finished reading it at 2am, as I only started reading it at 3pm, and I reckon I could've finished it in around 6-7 hours if I'd read it straight and hadn't gone around doing loads of stuff in-between. This in-betweening constituted shopping for paella ingredients at the supermarket, eating lunch, making several cups of tea, helping Michael cook dinner, eating dinner with Michael and Renee, watching "Red Dwarf," having a shower, and randomly crocheting. So there. And I could've gone to pick it up from the bookshop at 9.01am, but I was walking around Mount Glorious. I must say that by 2am on Sunday, I was a bit annoyed that JK Rowling had gone and done the two most obvious things that everybody said she was going to do. Up until then, I'd been desperately hoping that she wouldn't, not because I liked the characters (I cried when Sirius died, but I really wasn't that bothered by the Major Climactic Death And Betrayal this time round) but because it was so expected. Everything's well set-up for the last book, though. I'm not sure if it'll be able to be classed as a kiddies' book, though, because this one was pretty gory. That sectumsempra would be pretty horrible to see in the film.
Sunday was spent recovering.
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Hey Steph
1) I have dreams made to fit external noise too, but less exciting than yours because that's normally the sound of the Today programme.
2) What was the second 'most obvious thing'? I may be dim, slow and credulous but either I wouldn't be able to think of two obvious things or I wouldn't be able to think of only two obvious things...
3) Is sectumsempra the worst visual yet? I guess it is the most outwardly graphic spell...
4) It's soooo not a series for kids any more... the kids who were 10 at the start of the series would be 18 now though, which is about right...
1) I have dreams made to fit external noise too, but less exciting than yours because that's normally the sound of the Today programme.
2) What was the second 'most obvious thing'? I may be dim, slow and credulous but either I wouldn't be able to think of two obvious things or I wouldn't be able to think of only two obvious things...
3) Is sectumsempra the worst visual yet? I guess it is the most outwardly graphic spell...
4) It's soooo not a series for kids any more... the kids who were 10 at the start of the series would be 18 now though, which is about right...
The first most obvious thing was the most obvious person dying. The second most obvious thing was the most obvious person being the betrayer, the one who eventually killed the most obvious person to die. Clear?
I think sectumsempra is the worst so far, because at least the Unforgivable Curses leave you physically in tact. And when Lockhart got rid of all the bones in Harry's arm, at least there wasn't any blood.
All my school friends and I got really annoyed when the HP books stopped coming out every summer, because it meant that Harry was no longer the same age as us. *grumbles*
And I needed a day to recover because I stayed up late the night before reading it.
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I think sectumsempra is the worst so far, because at least the Unforgivable Curses leave you physically in tact. And when Lockhart got rid of all the bones in Harry's arm, at least there wasn't any blood.
All my school friends and I got really annoyed when the HP books stopped coming out every summer, because it meant that Harry was no longer the same age as us. *grumbles*
And I needed a day to recover because I stayed up late the night before reading it.
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