Stranger Than Fiction
Wednesday, November 8th, 2006 11:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mothwingWhat is better than good ole mise en abyme and Emma Thomson?
Good ol' mise en abyme, Emma Thomson and Maggie Gyllenhaal!
Oh, and some guy, the main character or something. And Dustin Hoffman! As a literary professor, no less. Goodness.
Usually I don't like it when they muck about with diegesis and hypodiegesis, especially not when both writer's block AND hints at romantic involvement between writers and their characters are involved, but anything's fine as long as Emma's in it.
I am valiantly going to stand all the mucking about for her sake, the woman is a goddess.
Apart from that - I hate the middle of the week.
As always, today has been a typical not Orange, but Sleep Deprivation Wednesday, a mix of "I-want-to-leave-this-vale-of-tears"- crappiness mixed with all the small, good stuff like unexpected meetings, muffins, warm cups of tea, friendly professors and easier-than-imagined assignments, taking out books from the library, nice weather, and all that.
Oooh, especially bus rides with teenagers.
Girl 1: "... and then I met her. It's really a shame that she's not in touch with anyone, and it's really getting on my tits."
Girl 2. "Yeah. Talked to her lately? I had the same conversation with (Girl 4) a few weeks ago, you know."
Girl 1: "Seriously?"
Girl 2: "Yeah. Oh, did Girl 3 also tell you about all the problems she had and how her family was going to go back to her country? And Girl 4 has seen her last week. I really don't get that woman. She's off to live under a bridge, doesn't even let us know which one..."
Apparently it's not as serious as I thought it was going to be. I hate to be impolite, but that last line nearly cracked me up, the way she said it.
I'm still living from day to day, and from weekend to weekend, though... I wonder if that's ever going to change in the near future and with a usual lack of self-preservation part of me hopes it does not, because part of me likes being miserable and mopy, hoping that Crocky might call, thinking about her every other minute. Paaathetic.
I also wish they had invented little mini-cams that could project a video image of whatever your loved one is doing straight into your glasses if you want to, with a small mic in the frame so that we could talk to each other and see each other wherever we are.
Hm, no. Sounds as though it would be very straining for the eye-sight, so how about a little monitor set into the back of your hand that can also be used as your mobile phone, your ID, your student ID, your bus ticket and your library card? Could be your ipod and your credit card as well, and various other membership thingies. It would have to be fixed permanently on the skin (and waterproof). Oh, and it'd have to run on solar energy, although there definitely ought to be an "off" or "invisible" option for those who do not want to be visible to the entire population all the time.
Freedom? Pshaw. Inhabitants of the vale of tears do not want freedom. They only want to feel free.
Good ol' mise en abyme, Emma Thomson and Maggie Gyllenhaal!
Oh, and some guy, the main character or something. And Dustin Hoffman! As a literary professor, no less. Goodness.
Usually I don't like it when they muck about with diegesis and hypodiegesis, especially not when both writer's block AND hints at romantic involvement between writers and their characters are involved, but anything's fine as long as Emma's in it.
I am valiantly going to stand all the mucking about for her sake, the woman is a goddess.
Apart from that - I hate the middle of the week.
As always, today has been a typical not Orange, but Sleep Deprivation Wednesday, a mix of "I-want-to-leave-this-vale-of-tears"- crappiness mixed with all the small, good stuff like unexpected meetings, muffins, warm cups of tea, friendly professors and easier-than-imagined assignments, taking out books from the library, nice weather, and all that.
Oooh, especially bus rides with teenagers.
Girl 1: "... and then I met her. It's really a shame that she's not in touch with anyone, and it's really getting on my tits."
Girl 2. "Yeah. Talked to her lately? I had the same conversation with (Girl 4) a few weeks ago, you know."
Girl 1: "Seriously?"
Girl 2: "Yeah. Oh, did Girl 3 also tell you about all the problems she had and how her family was going to go back to her country? And Girl 4 has seen her last week. I really don't get that woman. She's off to live under a bridge, doesn't even let us know which one..."
Apparently it's not as serious as I thought it was going to be. I hate to be impolite, but that last line nearly cracked me up, the way she said it.
I'm still living from day to day, and from weekend to weekend, though... I wonder if that's ever going to change in the near future and with a usual lack of self-preservation part of me hopes it does not, because part of me likes being miserable and mopy, hoping that Crocky might call, thinking about her every other minute. Paaathetic.
I also wish they had invented little mini-cams that could project a video image of whatever your loved one is doing straight into your glasses if you want to, with a small mic in the frame so that we could talk to each other and see each other wherever we are.
Hm, no. Sounds as though it would be very straining for the eye-sight, so how about a little monitor set into the back of your hand that can also be used as your mobile phone, your ID, your student ID, your bus ticket and your library card? Could be your ipod and your credit card as well, and various other membership thingies. It would have to be fixed permanently on the skin (and waterproof). Oh, and it'd have to run on solar energy, although there definitely ought to be an "off" or "invisible" option for those who do not want to be visible to the entire population all the time.
Freedom? Pshaw. Inhabitants of the vale of tears do not want freedom. They only want to feel free.
