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26 April 2006 @ 11:04 am
I dreamed this morning that I was a telepath. Unfortunately, I evidently could not quite suspend my own disbelief, because throughout the dream, every time I attempted to make telepathic contact and my hands were busy doing something else (I was sculpting a golem-girl who would become the companion to the brought-to-life golem boy who was bent on destroying the world because he was lonely, or something like that), I found myself saying to other people, "Could you please text-page Allison and tell her we need her here RIGHT NOW?" because after all, my hands were busy and I couldn't type in the page myself.

I cannot, however, tell if I was saying that out loud to people, or telepathically. Every time I tried to speak telepathically when my hands weren't busy, I felt like I was shouting into silence and nobody would answer, so I'm not sure if it worked. Although Allison (who looked like an X3 Halle Berry, which is a little strange, because the reason she was Allison was because she was my brother-in-law's mother Allison, and that Allison does not look at all like Halle Berry in any costume) did show up, perhaps more rapidly than she would have if someone else had had to page send telepathically summoned her. (Although she looked like Storm, and I expected her powers to be like Storm's, she appeared to be something more like a magic-user, or maybe her ability was to sculpt and bring things life, because I think she'd imbued the golem boy with a spirit (an evil one) and I couldn't get the golem girl to work but I expected her to be able to.)

I also kept thinking s allison=We need you NOW! and then thinking, "No, no, "s" is for *elves*, I'm not an elf, that won't work." A small part of my mind kept saying, "So? The code should work."

I am clearly deeply, deeply scarred by my years of MUSHing. :)

If I take today off from writing, I'm not going to finish the Chance stuff before April is over. The beatsheets are likely to be an all-day project (though maybe the fact that I'm rewriting them will help, sigh), and the first Chance script took me about 40 hours. I suspect I'll have to do quite a few of them before I start getting faster. Visualization is hard. *twists mouth*

We watched the last three episodes of season one La Femme Nikita last night. I'm glad the story doesn't stop there, because I'm really curious as to what happens next, but if the show had ended right there, I would have been completely happy with it. I think it hit its stride around the 6th episode. There were still some bits that made me snort, but overall I really started to enjoy it. It's episodic enough that there's none of the AUGH MUST WATCH ANOTHER EPISODE *AGH* IT'S FOUR IN THE MORNING that Alias had (thank God), but there's enough ongoing story to make me want to watch the next episode. I don't know when I'll watch the next season, 'cause I don't know if it'll fit with what I'm writing next (who knew I'd end up trying to match my tv to my writing, but I totally lost interest in Highlander when working on PHOENIX, and went all Nikita instead), but I look forward to getting back to it whenever I do. :)

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kit
26 April 2006 @ 11:26 pm
I actually walked the dog today, to her great joy. I felt like such a good human. I am trying to get back into it, so I will announce here that I'm walking the dog tomorrow, and maybe that'll shame me into it.

Ted and I trundled into Cork this afternoon so I could buy some dumbbells. I decided it was much cheaper to buy a set of dumbbells and not use them than buy a gym membership and not use it. :) I'll put them in my office (because I have an OFFICE, you know!) and try to remember/be willing to use them when I need a break. (It's wholly possible this will induce me to take fewer breaks. *rolls eyes*) I want to get a yoga mat for in there, too, not so much for yoga as just to have something to do situps and pushups on. (I don't like squishing my hands into carpet. It itches.)

We went out to dinner, but had no real plan for where we were going, so ended up going to the Captain Americas (the lack of an apostrophe is theirs, not mine) on the vague idea we'd have burgers. Neither of us had burgers. I had the most peculiar enchilada I've ever eaten, though. It was shredded chicken wrapped in a flour tortilla, with pizza sauce and some cheddar cheese on top.

Let me tell you, if you are expecting an enchilada red sauce (which, to be honest, I was pretty skeptical of even *before* I saw the color of the sauce, but even *so*), and you get pizza sauce, it does something very, very strange to your brain. Enchiladas do not involve oregeno or basil. It was ... gah. I mean. It wasn't exactly bad. It's just that I couldn't take a bite without having cognitive dissonance.

I am now *extremely* curious to try the Mexican place madmiss says is in Cork.

After our rather peculiar dinner, we went to see "Inside Man", which was as good as everybody'd said it was. It's been a while since I've come out of a movie feeling genuinely satisfied with having watched something worthwhile, as opposed to just cute or entertaining. This was intelligent and well-designed, and if it wasn't quite "The Usual Suspects", it was at least in the ballpark. Also, it was nice seeing Jodie Foster play a character who smiled, even if it was a barracuda smile.

On the walk back to the train station, I saw a flyer about an annual 2000 meter swim in the River Lee, which I believe I will have to participate in, but more importantly, it pointed me at the Cork Masters Swim Club. I *really* want to join a swim club, so if it is at all feasible I'll join this Masters' team. I emailed them to ask about costs and when and where they met. Somewhat inevitably, I suspect, there's no information on the site about meets or members or anything. Oh well. Hopefully someone will answer the email.

There were posters for X3 at the theatre. Good posters. Six of them, featuring Wolvie, Mags, Phoenix, Angel, Storm, and Xavier. The whole X3 advertisment thing is 'take a stand/choose a side', so Wolvie was Outcast/Hero, Magneto Visioniary/Murderer, Xavier Teacher/Manipulator. I forget the others. Phoenix was maybe Powerful/Tormented, and Storm's was something I thought oddly weak. Anyway, I wanted a Rogue one (obviously) that was Unstoppable/Tragic, or something to that effect. If I could find a good picture of her from X3 I'd make one of my own, because I'm that kind of geek.

I'm starting to look forward to the movie. *despair*

Oh, speaking of which, I got hair dye from Angie, so I can bleach my hair again and dye it blue, in hopes of ultimately producing a *very* white stripe for X3. Because I'm that kind of geek.
 
 
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