Somehow It's Thursday

My days begin at noon and end in the early hours of the morning, I sleepwalk through the rest and try to get things done but can't because my thoughts are elsewhere, I try to organise my life, my future, my uni stuff, my thoughts and feelings, but it does not work because I cannot concentrate and all the while, I try to spend time with Crocky, but somehow, so many things get in the way that a quiet evening at home, a quiet evening, just the two of us, is out of question. We have the nights, in which I am sleepless and looking at the wall, listening to her quiet breathing.

So - definitely not downtime. And I need downtime. The time does not seem to pass at all in this basement, which is a capsule in which time is just stopped, but outside, it is speeding away, and there do not seem to be days, because it is always dark down here. I try to get in touch with my friends, but I do not manage that, because stupid things happen and then, suddenly, it is two am and nothing I tried to get done was done. I love my wonderful friends who put up with this, with constant absences and excuses and postponements of postponements.

Were the past ten month really real or if it was just a dream from which I was forced to wake up, finding myself sleepwalking through this strange reality. Where did the time go? Did I really walk through the streets on my photos? Can things which are not real end up in your camera? It does that, sometimes. And where do the days go? They fill themselves, and suddenly, as now, it is seven minutes to two. Stop the clocks.

( Big clocks, a lab and a cat (10) )

Back to ... I don't know, but it will surely find me.

True Q

I ALWAYS loved Star Trek. When I was six, I first watched the series, TNG and TOS, and I have loved it ever since, have seen nearly every series, and every episode of every series apart from that terrible new one at least three times. Star Trek was what first made me love astrophysics. Star Trek was among the reasons why I befriended one of my oldest friends - we used to watch it secretly when my Mum wasn't home.

But somehow... Some of these are too silly to bear. 

Meet: the True Q.

Do you remember her? Short overview of the plot: the Enterprise has to put up with an intern from Starfleet Academy, Amanda Rogers. She starts to display amazing powers, for example she manages to counteract the an accidental meltdown of the warpcore. Also, Q appears and tells the crew that Amanda is a Q. Shock, horror, sensation. They also find out that the storm who has killed Amanda's parents (Tragic Past Alert) was probably caused by Qs. This is really lame, isn't it? And... just look at her: 



That terrible pink garment. Those horrible doe-eyes. That "Oh my god, I just want to be like everyone else!!! My soopa powaz^TM will probably keep my from enrolling in the Academy!! Oh, what to do!" - attitude. And the name! Amanda! What a dead give-away. And she has BLONDE hair, even though her parents had brown and black eyes. Terrible. And she's been studying what, bio-regeneration? And then tries to join up? Why?? And why on earth does she want to get rid of her supa powaz^TM? There just does not seem any reason at all. Onmipoetent and Omniscient and all that. And pink. Must be so terrible. 
And there are all the catch phrases that are the markings a really, really lame plot:

"I just want to be like everyone else."
"Ooooh, it must be so terrible to be able to do everything I want. Oh, noes!" 
"I am not ready!"
"With great powers comes great responsibility."

Seriously, next time someone says that in any context in any series, I am going to shoot them. The worst thing is that she has a heartfelt talk with Beverly Crusher. I guess even she has not deserved such a fate. 

Luckily, Q is a Sue spotter. He just realises that she is too much of a Sue in a human environment to bear, so he wants to remove her and take her far, far away, to the land of the rarely used plot devices. so she can become a true Sue.

The horror. 

Uhm, yeah. Just avoiding having to clean the kitchen. Once again. I've tidied it this morning, but in the meantime, my grandma has done some cooking, and thus it needs cleaning again. Went in with white socks, came out with black socks. Ungood. My brother has wiped the cloor yesterday evening. I don't know what they DO in that kitchen. But it's hard for my grandma, because she can't really see well, so she does not realise if something spills. Sigh.