Oh my God, you guys. OH MY GOD. Over at imdb, they updated the HP-GOF page to include the director: Terry Gilliam. Nothing official has come out yet, but can you even imagine? CAN YOU EVEN IMAGINE?! Terry Gilliam directing HP. It's, like, beautiful. Like newborn baby and sunset beautiful. Oh please oh please I hope it's true.
(It would be even better if he were directing OotP, but we can't have everything we want in life.)
Thursday, May 4, 2006
Wednesday, May 3, 2006
I'M AFRAID WOODY GOODMAN IS GOING TO EAT MY SOUL.
*shudders*
Two more days of class yay! I still have a final and writing due after that, but I don't have to go to class, which is exciting.
ETA: Right. I meant to post about last night's sleep paralysis, but I forgot. (I decided I want to keep track of how often they happen/what's entailed, because I don't usually think about it much.)
So, I wake up, and there are no hallucinations at all, which is rare. I don't hear anything, or feel anything. Usually, when that's happened before, I've just felt like someone was in the room with me. Instead, I wake up, and before I can even process that I can't move, I'm just like, OMG I AM GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW. I AM GOING TO DIE. Complete, total terror, and over nothing. Just...absolute certainty that something terribly awful was happening and this was it. And...thirty seconds later, I unlocked, and everything was okay. And forty-five minutes later, the last of the adrenaline had drained away, and I was able to fall back asleep.
*shudders*
Two more days of class yay! I still have a final and writing due after that, but I don't have to go to class, which is exciting.
ETA: Right. I meant to post about last night's sleep paralysis, but I forgot. (I decided I want to keep track of how often they happen/what's entailed, because I don't usually think about it much.)
So, I wake up, and there are no hallucinations at all, which is rare. I don't hear anything, or feel anything. Usually, when that's happened before, I've just felt like someone was in the room with me. Instead, I wake up, and before I can even process that I can't move, I'm just like, OMG I AM GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW. I AM GOING TO DIE. Complete, total terror, and over nothing. Just...absolute certainty that something terribly awful was happening and this was it. And...thirty seconds later, I unlocked, and everything was okay. And forty-five minutes later, the last of the adrenaline had drained away, and I was able to fall back asleep.
Monday, May 1, 2006
A while back, my Grandpa gave me a pocket watch he got when he left his old work. He had taken the battery out, so it just needed a new battery put back in. Right? Except that when we did so, it didn't work. Finally (and we're talking, like, over a year later), I got the time to take it into an actual watch repair place. So, today I ride the bus up there, and it's a hassle, and I give it to the guy, and he goes in the back or whatever, and fifteen minutes later he brings it out. And it works! It's just ticking along, and I'm very happy, and I pay fifteen bucks for the new battery and for him to tinker or whathaveyou.
Half an hour later, on the bus back home, I check the watch, and it's stopped again. You know that deep disappointment and woeangst you get and you can't decide if you're feeling sick to your stomach or if you're going to cry? That's how I felt.
For possible future reference, the last three pages of an Arrested Development script are really hard to write.
Half an hour later, on the bus back home, I check the watch, and it's stopped again. You know that deep disappointment and woeangst you get and you can't decide if you're feeling sick to your stomach or if you're going to cry? That's how I felt.
For possible future reference, the last three pages of an Arrested Development script are really hard to write.