The fun thing about lending stuff is when you get it back, it feels like new things!
Had pancakes at
rhube and
ultharkitty's last night (thank you
rhube!) and watched The Wicker Man (the real one) and The Descent. I was impressed with the Descent; I knew the director like one-gender casts, and it was good to see this played out with a female cast. There was impractical/unlikely moments, and a few inconsistencies, but overall it was a very good horror film. And the Wicker Man just rocks, as all sane people should know. Though, to prove I am not one of that group, I have borrowed the new version, to see just how terrible it is.
It really bugs me when people makes assumptions about an author from their writing (and not just from the point of view of an English student). Okay, so it does make me smile a bit when someone correctly identifies my nationality, but please, please, stop assuming I've suffered from depression. I haven't. I just like to write about it sometimes. I'm glad you think I've depicted it well, but it's not from experience. You don't assume I have superpowers, or live on another planet, or I'm a gay american man. After being told I must have suffered from depression three or four times, it gets creepy.
Still ill. More cold than sore throat today. Slept alright though. Work, and house, and magazine meeting/pub. Busy day. Strepsils seem to be doing strange things to me, so 'd like to avoid taking too many. I get sort of sleepy and not with-it. Not massively so, but enough that I'm noticing, and wondering whether it's the virus or the strepsils; I've never reacted to strepsils like that before, and they're pretty much the only thing I'm taking.
Had pancakes at
It really bugs me when people makes assumptions about an author from their writing (and not just from the point of view of an English student). Okay, so it does make me smile a bit when someone correctly identifies my nationality, but please, please, stop assuming I've suffered from depression. I haven't. I just like to write about it sometimes. I'm glad you think I've depicted it well, but it's not from experience. You don't assume I have superpowers, or live on another planet, or I'm a gay american man. After being told I must have suffered from depression three or four times, it gets creepy.
Still ill. More cold than sore throat today. Slept alright though. Work, and house, and magazine meeting/pub. Busy day. Strepsils seem to be doing strange things to me, so 'd like to avoid taking too many. I get sort of sleepy and not with-it. Not massively so, but enough that I'm noticing, and wondering whether it's the virus or the strepsils; I've never reacted to strepsils like that before, and they're pretty much the only thing I'm taking.
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Date: 21/2/07 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 21/2/07 10:02 am (UTC)Thanks for coming over, evenings like that are great :D
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Date: 21/2/07 11:05 am (UTC)