Nerdy decorating

Harry Potter-themed display case.

   One of the few perks with my job (apart from, you know, being able to pay the rent with the money I earn through my blood, sweat and tears) is that I can get my stubby hands on fancy wooden wine boxes. So obviously I use them as display cases for my nerdy stuff.
   I have one LotR-themed and I just finished the Harry Potter-themed box with the much needed help of Prof Minerva McGonagall's wand.

Fantastic rubbish and why I disliked it: Part 2

Oh dear gods, it's spot on.

Fantastic rubbish and why I disliked it

SPOILERS GALORE.
BEWARE, HERE BE DRAGONS. LOTS OF THEM.

If you had it in your mind to think that this was the movie about the author of the much talked about textbook Fantastic Beasts and Where To Find Them, the widely appreciated magizoologist Newt Scamander, you can just do yourself a favour and toss that thought out the window.
   Let me tell you a thing:
   In the movie Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them we travel to the USA in the 1920's to sneak a peek at how the magical society's arranged outside of Europe. Here we get to follow the No-Maj (see also: 'muggle') Jacob Kowalski; a man stuck in a dead end job at a can factory but with grand dreams of eventually opening a bakery. Life is strange and the ginger man with the suitcase that Jacob runs into at the bank even more so, and suddenly he crashes head first into the magical world.

   This movie had no hook.
   In classic movie making you spend the first 20-30 minutes of a movie introducing characters and presenting the problem that will have to be solved or the mission that needs to be completed through the course of the movie. Example: Zootopia - meet Judy Hopps, the bunny who wants to be a cop. Within 10 minutes we know who Judy is and what her goals are. Within the next 10 minutes we know the problems she'll have to face and get past. Within a total of 30 minutes I know exactly who Judy is, what her motivations are and her mission for the remaining 60 minutes. There are of course exceptions (mostly sequels) and even though we're supposed to already know the world in which Fantastic Beasts is set, we really don't (because this is more of a bad reboot) and the characters are all new to us.
   What I'm referring to is called 'the hook' - it is what will draw us in to the story and make us interested in sticking with the characters for the duration of the movie. The hook should make us root for the main character.
   I had no fucking clue what the movie was about until well over an hour into the movie and even then it was mostly guesswork. I realised just how empty it was. It was a movie about nothing, with plenty of surface and nostalgic hints at something that used to be popular.

   This movie gave the main character no character.
   Newt Scamander was an empty shell of a man. We received no info about Newt's personality, his motivations nor his goals. It took us over 40 minutes to find out that Newt had a passion for magical creatures, something I would think should be vital for the story to move on. But no. When we had landed that lil' tidbit of info I was already way over this movie. The same void of info applies to his pal Tina Goldstein by the way. By the end of the movie I was struck by the fact that I had probably seen more of Eddie Redmayne's hair than his face. Interesting choice but hardly a good one.
   There was no character building going on, but then on the other hand there was absolutely no character traits to build FROM. What makes it really ironic is that the side character Kowalski was rather well-formed by the end of the movie; we knew his personality (sweet, kind and curious), his goals (open bakery) and the problems he has to face before that (no money, dead end job, ginger wizard with a suitcase full of strange creatures). We even knew more about Kowalski's background halfway through the movie than we knew about Newt's.
   I never rooted for Newt. I rooted for Kowalski.

   No chemistry between spouses.
   For some of us the Harry Potter books was an excellent chance to accumulate some History of Magic by heart. Newt Scamander and Porpentina 'Tina' Goldstein supposedly get married, procreate and eventually bless us with the presence of Loony Lovegood. Whatever love these two develop for each other, they do not develop it during the duration of this movie. There is no budding love between these two. There is nothing but a blank disinterest visible to the viewer.
   Is there a beautiful something going on between Kowalski and Queenie? Yes. Again, interesting choice but hardly a good one.

   There is a magic fix for everything.
   This movie would have us think that there are no limits; magic fixes anything, you can do anything and there is no cost of magic ...really? If there are no limits and no costs anyone could do anything and things get dull very quickly from there. I was appalled to find myself losing interest in a world than meant everything to me for so many years.
   J.K. Rowling, sweetheart, you need to have a talk with Brandon Sanderson about the construction of a believable system of magic. There used to be one. But you obviously lost it. Deal with that, please.

   Casual fatphobia.
   OK, so Newt can fit a fucking rhinoceros into his suitcase with ease but a chubby guy is too much of a fucking challenge? COME THE FUCK ON!! Lazy jokes does not a good movie make.

   And then there's Johnny fucking Depp.
   I'm not even going to start on how over-appreciated I think Depp has been for the last fifteen years. Ever since Pirates of the Caribbean Depp has played nothing but Jack Sparrow. All other characters have been Jack Sparrow pretending to be someone else. Add to that Depp's latest departure down Wife Beater Lane and I can't see how ANYONE felt it was a good idea to cast him in a Young Adult movie. The moment he entered the screen I laughed out loud in disbelief. I couldn't believe it even though I knew he'd be involved somehow and hadn't yet seen him on screen. It was absurd. I can't.

TL;DR: I'm not upset because I expected miracles from Fantastic Beasts. On the contrary, I expected disaster.
And I was still disappointed by the end credits.

Feathers and bones

I've got a new tattoo!
   "Again?" I hear you mutter, and yes, again. I finally got around to putting a chestpiece on this delectable bod. Ever since I began wanting tattoos I've been hesitant about chestpieces in particular for a myriad of reasons including but not limited to that they're not as easy to hide (something I've always been very specific about wanting to be able to do) and were rumoured to hurt like a motherfucker to get done, more so than the tattoos I wanted on my legs. Put on a shirt with the least bit of a lower neckline and the ink is visible, but even I had to admit they look fantastic when well made. So when I found out one of my favourite artists on DeviantArt was also a tattoo artist I felt like it was meant to be. I made a sketch, booked a time, booked a flight to where I could find her studio (yeah, you guessed it - Warsaw) et voilà! Just about 4,5 hours under the needle and done.
It's healing up nicely now.
   And the rumours about the pain were absolutely 100% true. Hoooooly hell, did it hurt.

   Just for fun I took a stroll around the corner to Instagram Land and checked out whether or not the tattoo artist had put up any pictures of my tattoo there. It's not like she asked me if she could do it or alerted me to it, which I would have appreciated by the way since it happens to be my chest, but she's the artist so I guess it's still fair. And indeed there it was with plenty of lovely comments to go with it.
There was also a picture of her in a bastardised Native American style war bonnet. Suddenly the bit about her putting up pictures of my chestpiece without telling me didn't seem all that bad. She describes her selfie as a tribute to a beautiful headdress, knowing full well she's going to have a shit storm in the comments section about cultural appropriation, but... people have been murdered for wearing war bonnets (the real thing, not her cheap Indonesian faux crap). Millions and millions of people were murdered, raped and displaced in North America, and continue to be treated terribly today. Realising just how ignorant and disrespectful she is of Native American history kind of hurt a little because I admired her work. What makes it worse is that even after being told repeatedly by actual Native Americans about how and why it's wrong of her to use that war bonnet she admits to no wrongdoing.

   I realise it doesn't take away from how awesome my tattoo is but it makes sure I will not be returning to her studio.
   On a positive note; I have a Harry Potter-themed tattoo.

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EDIT:
   SHE TOOK THE PICTURE DOWN! Not the ones of my tattoo but the one with her wearing the bastardised war bonnet. Last time I checked before she took it down the comment section was starting to get a little... infected.

Harry Potter character reevaluation

First time reading Harry Potter series: I HATE that know-it-all bitch Hermione Granger, Harry Potter is a hero, Ron Weasley is a clutz and Albus Dumbledore is a genius. Severus Snape is evil.

Second time reading the Harry Potter series: I guess Hermione Granger is ok, Harry Potter is a hero beit an annoying one, Ron Weasley is a clutz, Albus Dumbledore is actually pretty manipulative and Severus Snape is an evil creep.

Third time reading the Harry Potter series: Hermione Granger is awesome and I'd like to be more like her, Harry Potter is annoying as fuck, Ron Weasley is strangely underrated, Minerva McGonagall is pretty badass and Albus Dumbledore is a manipluative douchebag. Severus Snape is a creep.

Fourth time reading the Harry Potter series: HERMIONE GRANGER IS A BADASS BOSS WITCH, HARRY POTTER IS A SELF-ABSORBED BRAT WITH DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR WHILE NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM IS THE TRUE CHAMPION HERE, RON WEASLEY IS AN UNDERRRATED HERO, RUBEUS HAGRID IS A BLESSING UPON THE WORLD, MOLLY AND ARTHUR WEASLEY DESERVE ALL THE AWARDS FOR EXISTING, MINERVA MCGONAGALL IS MY EVERYTHING, ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IS A TRUE MANIPULATIVE DOUCHE CANOE AND SEVERUS SNAPE IS A TOTAL CREEP.
I'M VERY PASSIONATE ABOUT THIS.

Muggles all around

There are many kinds of muggles. Sometimes we need someone to remind us that their lives are not ours. Our lives are our own to live. We create our own lives. It doesn't have to be extraordinary to be valuable. We do this because we are invaluable. Precious.

Dear Old Fictional Friends

There are certain things that you should have done together with a friend that has put up with you and your weirdness for the last thirteen years. To celebrate ten years of firendship we travelled to New York City together in 2012 but despite both of us being huge Potterheads we've never been to London together. We felt it was time to rectify that.

Highgate Cemetery
One of my wishes for the trip was to go to Highgate Cemetery. Partly because the Cemetery itself is beautiful in its own overgrown way and I can be silly among the ivy and headstones (see photo to the left) but also because some of The Greats have been buried here since its opening in 1839.
Highgate Cemetery has two parts; East and West. We visited the East Cemetery, which you can do for free, but the West Cemetery is accessible by guided tours. It's more elaborate with catacombs, mausoleums, vaults and bigger monuments. Also, the West section was used in filming Dorian Gray (2009). We didn't go there. We found out there were some large, rare spiders nesting in the West Cemetery.

One of The Greats I spoke of before being in particular one Douglas Adams in my not-so-humble opinion. Adams is without hesitation my all time favourite author. He wrote The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the books about Dirk Gently, Starship Titanic and some classic Doctor Who.
Forever loved and forever remembered.

Nerds, Adams is the reason You should always know where Your Towel is.
Join in on Towel Day on the 25th of May, because a Towel is just about the most useful thing an intergalactic hitchhiker can carry with them.

Everything is Harry Potter.
Our main purpose for this trip was to go to Warner Bros Studio Tours - The Making of Harry Potter in Leavesden. We've been talking about it since they built it years ago and we were definitely not feeling twenty-seven by the time we arrived at the studio. These books have been with us since we were twelve years old. We grew into adults with them. I, for one, cried tears of joy when I stepped onto Platform 9 3/4 and saw the Hogwarts Express.

We love the books but are not great fans of the movies. I'd say they did a good job with most of the story but nothing will ever be as amazing as one's own imagination. I've said it before and I'll keep saying it until my dying days.

We walked through the creative process from books to movies, hitched a ride with the Knight Bus, drank butterbeer (YUCK, by the way, yuck) and had a blast.

We certainly bought souvenirs to bring back home. I'm drinking coffee out of mine as I write.

I love being a nerd. It offers me a perfectly good excuse to act like a total weirdo when faced with things like scale models of fictional castles.

What else?
Being nerds meant that we simply had to go to certain places. But then we are also more than nerds so there were more things to do while in dear old Londinium.
We went to pubs because I like beer. We had some great food and some less than great food because we both love eating. I bought shoes of course (just one pair). We went to Ogre's Nest for board games and Forbidden Planet (twice) because awesomeness. We went to Oxford Street to find Disney Store but they didn't have much to offer us older children. We took a stroll through Kensington Park (and had a real party when we met a friendly and playful puppy). We went to Camden Town and saw the same shirts being peddled by a hundred different people at a hundred different prices.
As it turned out we found most of the things Harry Potter at other locations than The Making of Harry Potter though; PJ's at Primark, shirts in Camden and a passport holder at Forbidden Planet.

Trevor
It was a good vacation. The only thing that put a hamper on our good moods was that the cleaning staff at our hotel left a lot to be desired. We named the dead cockroach lying on the stairs Trevor. We felt brave to be eating the hotel breakfast every morning.

Cheers!

Harrey Podder

I laughed so hard I lost my ability to can.

New shirt!

Ok, don't judge me for the maniacal stare that's going on in the picture. I was up at 5 this morning for work after about 3,5 hours of sleep. I’m so far beyond tired I can’t actually sleep. Instead I’ll eat biscuits, drink tea and judge people I pass on the internet. In my new awesome shirt. Now, I haven’t read The Hunger Games yet but Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Supernatural, Doctor Who and Sherlock on the other hand are personal favourites. These are also the fandoms I myself have chosen to embrace on Tumblr. Among other things of course.
Nothing better!
Find your own awesome t-shirt on Qwertee! Buy them immediately, each shirt is only up for sale for 48 hours (or until there are none left). After that, they're gone forever!
And yes, I have the wandering soot from Tonari no Totoro (and Spirited Away) dangling from my phone.

Because I'm a nerd

And whoever it was that made the Gryffindor ties purple instead of scarlet for the Harry Potter movies should be shot and fed to the lions. It’s been nagging at me ever since the very start because the scarves and ties from before WB started selling merchandise were both much prettier and truer to the story. You can’t see them in this picture but I’m wearing a pair of deep purple tights to this outfit and the tie matches perfectly.

Geeks gone goofy

You know the kind of people completely without any sort of social life, sitting around creating stories based on other peoples stories (what we'd call "fan-fictions")? People who make their own characters (so-called "Original Characters"/"OC's") only to place them in, lets say, the The Lord of the Rings universe? Or the Harry Potter universe for that matter?
Isn't that just sooooo geeky?

My HP character's here.
Here.
And here.
And here too.

Yeah. I'm THAT geeky.
I'm two steps away from being a full out pure-blood L.A.R.P.*'er.
...OK, maybe I'm not THAT geeky. But I'm pretty f-ing close.

*L.A.R.P. = "Live Action Role Play", in Swedish also called "lajv".

LotS

Ja, jag VET att tv-serien The Legend of the Seeker är INSPIRERAD utav bokserien The Sword of Truth av Terry Goodkind. Jag understryker ännu en gång att den är INSPIRERAD utav den, den är alltså inte som det påstås utav produktionsbolaget (vilket är Disney och ABC kan jag påpeka) BASERAD på bokserien, vilket är ren och skär lögn om man ser till handling, detaljer, karaktärer osv etc. Detta vet jag eftersom jag fick det påpekat för mig av någon som faktiskt läst böckerna (vilket jag inte gjort).
Att man måste se skillnad på och hålla isär de båda begreppen är självklart och i den tid vi lever i är det viktigaste oftast inte att hålla sig till storyn utan att ge människor, och speciellt då fans, något spännande i en förpackning de känner igen - karaktärsnamn, platser och dylikt - alltså inte att vara korrekt.
Se bara till alla de löjliga serier och filmer gjorda av Robin Hood av Howard Pyle, Harry Potter av J.K. Rowling, Sherlock Holmes av Sir Arthur Conan Doyle och vad Disney har gjort med The Little Mermaid, The Beauty and the Beast, Pinocchio och även då just Robin Hood och Sherlock Holmes.
Även spelvärlden har känt av den här trenden, speciellt Blizzard som har baserat en hel uppsjö av böcker på sina spel Diablo och Warcraft. Diablo-böckerna som Richard A. Knaak har skrivit är dessutom ruskigt bra.

Men det är ett rent nöje att se Craig Horner utan tröja.

S.S.F.G.F.C.

Ovanstående skulle kunna ha varit förkortningen på fenomenet Scandinavian Science Fiction, Game and Film Convention som gick av stapeln idag (och som även fortsätter imorgon 10:00-18:00) i Göteborg. Det vill säga, om den haft en officiell förkortning.

Klart flest på mässan var stormtroopers från 501st Legion, Nordic Garrison, kända från filmserien Star Wars. Du kanske hört talas om dem.

Men tack vare den nya Star Trek-filmen från förra året med Chris Pine och Zachary Quinto började alla små trekki-nördar trängas bland alla oss andra.

Störningsmomentet låg i att Twi-fucking-light fick massor av uppmärksamhet i form av att fnissiga flickor i åldern 13-16 trängdes runt Justin Chon... + att Harry Potter-konceptet fortfarande får pinsamt lite uppmärksam, tid och rum trots att det dragit in mer pengar och har fler fans än de flesta av de andra smånördigheterna som Firefly, Red Dwarf och många av anime-serierna som vräker ut merchandise J.K. Rowling bara kan drömma om att sälja. Det ger motivation till att kanske vara klar med HP-dräkten till nästa år. Fast om man räknar på det så gäller det Lord of the Rings också. Har fantasy glömts bort någonstans på vägen?

Å andra sidan tog jag äntligen mod till mig och fick min stormtrooper som jag drömt om så länge. När han blev närgången fick jag dock panik och sprang därifrån så snabbt kjolarna tillät. Bättre fly än illa fäkta säger tjejen utan laserpistol.

En stilla undran - är vi inte Sveriges sötaste par?

In the U.S. of A.

Jag vill spara ihop till en resa till Orlando, Florida, USA.
I Orlando ligger en av Universal Studio's temaparker som kommer att invigas nu våren 2010 - The Wizarding World är en nöjespark med Harry Potter-tema. Varför skulle jag inte vilja åka?
http://www.universalorlandoresort.com/harrypotter/
Dessutom, på plussidan, kan jag köpa en sån där riktigt galet äckligt turistig "I ♥ Orlando"-tröja när jag ändå är där.

Så i april åker jag till New York City (och köpa turistiga "I ♥ NYC"-tröjor) med sju av mina klasskamrater.
Vem hänger med till Orlando?

Language crisis

"You live - you learn.

You love - you learn.

You cry - you learn.

You lose - you learn.

You bleed - you learn.

You scream - you learn."

Så idag har jag och Fia haft hand om seminarium och förvånadsvärt nog så överlevde vi... nog. Å andra sidan spenderade jag båda två timmarna med att skaka och vara blossande röd i ansiktet. Till slut när jag än en gång inte hittade orden så utbrast jag "I'm having a massive language crisis, help!".
Men jag andades under presentationen vilket gjorde att jag pratade långsammare än vad jag brukar. Tänk dig en 5 minuter lång presentation i ca 3 andetag. Thaaaat's me.

Dagens ärligaste skratt: http://morloth88.deviantart.com/art/Haircolour-144099895 och nej, det gör inget om ni inte fattar. Det är nördigt och insider så det förslår.

Sökes: Hjärna

01:31
1050 ord av 1500-2000 skrivna om The Politics of Recognition.

02:42
1125 ord av 1500-2000 skrivna och nu ger jag upp Recognition för inatt. Jag har ett minimum av 400 ord kvar att skriva men jag kommer verkligen inte på något mer. Min hjärna är helt urvattnad av detta tänkande. Får se om lite sömn och lite tänkande på den andra uppgiften kan ge mig några idéer. Sen har jag ju faktiskt minst 1300 ord kvar att skriva på min literature review när jag vaknar imorrn. Känns sådär. Kan trösta mig med att jag har två dagar på mig. Har inte riktigt lika mycket panik som innan. Lite frustrerad över att jag inte kan avsluta Taylor-uppsatsen inatt bara. Bugger.
Kan också påpeka att jag var så arg på min uppsats under dagen att jag stod och skrubbade rent spisarna i köket medan jag väntade på att min mat skulle bli klar. Hade jag inte varit så arg så hade jag läst istället, men när man är arg vill man inte bara stå. Då vill man ta tag i något konkret som man märker skillnaden på NU, inte i vår när vi får reda på betygen från den här skräckupplevelsen.

Nu regnar det i Belfast igen.

14:07
1200 av 1500-2000 ord skrivna om Recognition. Skäms lite för att uppsatsen är så simpel. Inga djupare insikter där inte. Det får bli som det blir. Jag känner mig lite som en hycklare bland Einstein's.
300 av 1500-2000 ord skrivna om Orientalism. Den är i stort sett bara påbörjad men jag har fått till en inledning i alla fall. Ta en fakta-bok och sammanfatta den på engelska. Det är vad jag står inför just nu. Som bäddat för missförstånd.

Jag vill inte sitta med det här, jag vill prata skit på Torgstallet/Ekelunds, gå ut med hundarna eller nörda mig med vänner. Att skriva fan-fiction på HP eller rita upp fler dräkter jag vill sy är lockande. Å andra sidan låter det mer lockande att hoppa ner i River Lagan än att plugga. Alla som sett hur smutsig Lagan är fattar att det är illa. Somnade vid 6 imorses för att jag var hög på socker och tankarna snurrade.
Det är 36 dagar tills jag åker hem.

På tal om HP så var jag i Cadogan Park imorses (en mindre omtyckt karaktär i böckerna den där Sir Cadogan om jag får säga det själv). Var också i Notting Hill (för alla Julia Roberts/Hugh Grant/Dylan Moran-fans, för det är inte bara London som kan). Och gick utmed Cleaver Avenue (talade till min morbida sida). Och självklart välkända Lisburn Road och Malone Road (välkänt för oss i Belfast eftersom det är där vi är mest). Skönt.

17:05
1250 ord av 1500-2000.
460 ord av 1500-2000.

21:43
1340 ord av 1500-2000.
600 ord av 1500-2000.

We're off to see the wizard...

...the magical wizard of Hogwarts! Har du någonsin sett något mysigare? Hittade ett litet paket när jag kollade posten idag efter timmen då jag har suttit och låtsats veta något om Rawls teorier om rättvisa. Jag vet en del från det jag försökt kramma in i huvudet men inte tillräckligt för att kunna sitta och diskutera kring det i en timme.

Men för att återgå till det ursprungliga ämnet;

I said I was going to get it no matter what I had to do and now it's mine, my precious, my very own Gryffindor scarf.

And no, it's not purple, it's maroon, men du har helt rätt - den ser lila ut. Den tillhörande slipsen, som i mitt fall ligger hemma i Sverige, ser också lila ut så jag var ju i alla fall förberedd. Kan dock inte hjälpa att känna mig lite besviken på nyansvalet. Vad var det som fick Warner Bros.' kostymmakare till Harry Potter-filmerna att tänka "yes, maroon it is" när det står "scarlet" i böckerna och rött hade gjort sig så mycket bättre som kontrast till de andra husens färger? Nu blev det istället grönt, gult, blått och... maroon?

Besviken kan man för övrigt lugnt säga att jag är på mitt öra. Man ser det inte på bilden men övre delen på mitt vänstra öra är rosa och lite svullet. Det har hänt en gång tidigare vid ett annat piercingtillfälle som slutade med att jag fick ta ur smycket och därmed börjar jag igen bli lite smått irriterad över att till och med mina öron konspirerar emot mig (och framförallt emot min ekonomi).

Idag har det varit mörkt i Belfasts tegeldjungel. Trist väder med tunga regnmoln hela dagen, men det speglar lite av hur man känner sig. Trist, grå och hängig. Höstdepp? Det är ju inte för inte som man längtar hem till katter, hundar, familjen, tända stearinljus, doften av lussekatter, saffran, kanel, apelsiner, nejlikor och glögg med varma russin.

Shopaholic?

Ta det inte på fel sätt, men shopping är en de där sakerna som jag har associerat med ett visst mått av feminimitet och ärligt talat aldrig varit särskilt bra på. Kalla det snålhet, pojkflicke-syndrom, ett ytterst litet sinne för mode eller prioritetsskillnader men jag såg inte kläder eller accessoarer som det minsta viktigt för bara några år sen. Det var "girl stuff" och det pysslade jag inte med frivilligt.
Filmer. Kakor. Böcker. Det är det enda jag kan komma på att jag personligen betalade pengar för.
Prioriteterna ändrades i och med att självmedvetenheten gjorde sitt smärtsamma intåg. Man flyttade ifrån det lilla landsbygdssamhället. Det var där det började.
Igår var det så dags igen för mig att ta på mig shoppingskorna i det vackra höstvädret. Jag undrar vad min fascination för mössor handlar om eftersom jag köpte två stycken igår... Å andra sidan var det inte bara ett slumpmässigt användande av pengar, jag fick tag i det mesta av det jag faktiskt behöver. En ryggsäck till skolan så att jag kunde slänga min gamla fula. Hängslen som jag velat ha i stort sett hela året. Hårinpackning så att mitt hår inte blir mer "galen professor" än vad det reda är. Stickade tröjor för att jag ska värmen. De är fantastiska för övrigt, så hur mycket älskar vi Primark? Jo, just det. Så mycket.

Kollar på en helt fantastisk dokumentär på YouTube om Edward Said's bok "Orientalism", en bok jag dessutom precis börjat läsa för att jag ska göra en bokrecension på den till EMNS-kursen. Jag är imponerad bortom ord. Rationalitet på hög nivå.
Något man också borde se är "Edward Said, 'The Myth of the Clash of Civilizations'" på YouTube. Det är en föreläsning han gjorde 1996 på University of Massachusetts angående Samuel Huntington's verk "The Clash of Civilizations". Också fantastiskt bra.

The things I could tell you, and therefore will - Jag längtar efter mitt halsdukspaket ifrån Amazon. Jag längtar tills jag får dela mina design-idéer med tatueraren. Jag längtar tills dess att den nya piercingen läkt så att jag kan köpa nya smycken. Allt i sinom tid.

Idag: förkylning from hell. En sjuk massa té, ja tack. Tyck synd om mig.

Arthur's Day

Idag är det Arthur Guinness 250:nde födelsedag, so raise a pint to his memory, everyone.
Vi satt ett gäng på The Parlour och gjorde Pub Quiz dagen till ära, men det gick verkligen skitdåligt för laget "En Medvetslös Pensionär".

Har också varit på Forbidden Planet vid Victoria Square idag. Talk about Geek Heaven. Jag har aldrig sett en butik med så mycket serie-tidningar i hela mitt liv. Det var en sån dos nördighet att jag klarar mig ett bra tag framöver. Fantastiskt.
De andra i tjejgänget från Sverige var mer intresserade av Zara, Urban Outfitters, Pull and Bear, River Island och de där andra butikerna med jättedyra värdelösheter medan jag stormade lokalen hos Forbidden Planet. Tyvärr hittade jag inte vad jag sökte men det kanske jag gör på The Corium.
That fecking Gryffindor scarf is going to be mine!

3-4 oktober invaderar Emerald Garrison Ireland Belfast för "Invasion Belfast II" där de intar W5-hallen. Här är detaljerna: http://www.w5online.co.uk/site/default.asp?secid=home

P.S. Dorian Gray var underbar. Mycket hud. Mycket Ben Barnes. Fantastiska Ben Barnes. D.S.

I am nerd - therefore I need

JAG VILL ÄGA!!