I am pooped. I have hundreds of files I don't wish to go through... but I must. I must soldier on before the demonic procrastination gets me. I have a list. I have a new "desk". I have a mess in my room but I will ignore it. Onwards....
This is me succumbing to Star Wars frenzy. I've kept myself fairly isolated from the recent media hype-tantrums, because I hate spoilers, and I hate getting flippy action figures with my fries and even more brain-rotting merchandise with my TV shows, but... y'know how last time it was Anakin Lite? Now we get Darker. And the next installment will be Darkest.
Now if only Lucas had figured out a better title than "Attack of the Clones". War of the Clones would have been slightly better. Just that slight sheen of dignity, maybe? How B-movie is that.
I am a Star Wars baby. I hadn't even seen the movie when I was young but thanks to a lot of good marketing, even where I was there were hints and droplets of this Saga that I had to see. I don't remember when I first saw it in full, but it was probably on my aunt's VCR here in the States. Nowadays I recognize all the myths Lucas distilled to make the story. It doesn't diminish how sweeping and true it is. You can go around civilizations and times and find the same old Flood story, the same old Rebirth, the same Lovers, the same Mother, but it didn't diminish the awe they generated, nor the grandeur of their telling.
I could do without the marketing though.
And more lips. I need more of this Hayden fellow's lips. I heard he's Evil too. Yummmm.
More Ewan, please, with a side of chocolate syrup!
This would be an anxiety attack. Low grade, and easy to channel into actual work after I get a cup of coffee. It's been building for a couple of weeks, given the amount of insomnia. The sudden spell of winter weather (no sun!) has also triggered it.
It doesn't freak me out as much as it annoys me. Timing! Jeez. And my hormones are up too, which kills my concentration, and the insomnia in general fuzzes me out.
So, priorities. I need to cut down to one extracurricular a day, which smarts, as a lot of my human contact is in this evil little black monster which is also known as the Laptop. You know, it has this little label thing: "I scan well". It's not its name, but a statement of evilness. You see, Evil scans well. It sounds good. It even looks good. While Good is busy trying to put short and long stresses on its words, Evil has already sung the song and e-mailed the sonnet.
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Alice in Wonderland :: Scorpion by Ushikai Background and buttons by Triple Orbit Graphics ~ Sadly it's no longer at its former website.
