The catchphrase of one of my fave lecturers and, I think, very appropriate to sum up how things are going.
Got through Week One of Term Two fairly unscathed. I mean, there was the small matter of one of my seminars being timetabled in a completely stupid, difficult to get to room; in a building miles from anywhere. But, aforementioned lecturer, Sing, who must have actual magical powers, only went and got the seminar moved to the perfect spot. I know all this sounds really trivial and, frankly, boring, but when you're in a wheelchair, or in fact have any form of mobility issue, this kinda stuff is Really Important. It's all very well to say that timetabling is done by computer, and that the room is accessible, so that's all right then. But it's not actually, thanks; one still has to get to the room, trekking miles across a hilly campus, going out of your way to avoid all the numerous building works. In The Rain. Some people just don't get it, and computers certainly don't; when I found out that a bit of software was responsible for my timetable, I knew I was screwed.
Big it up for Dr Sing though, Man Is A Legend - though, not The Legend. He's amazing is Sing, not only are his sessios just so brilliant, and informative, and clear - you'd think all these would be givens at MA-level; you'd be wrong - but he is just So Darned Nice! Though, not in the way that South is So Darned Nice, you get me?! Example: Sing knows I'm only on campus on days that I have seminars/lectures, which means I have a limited time to borrow required DVDs from the campus library, watch them at home, and then return then, all whilst trying to avoid hefty fines, and disapproving looks. Sing also knows how bloody crap (my words, not his, don't think I've ever heard him swear actually...) the library is at keeping their shelves stocked. They either only have one copy of each film which, for a group of eight Film Post-grads with no scheduled screenings, is completely stupid, or they have Region One DVDS, which is fine, except we live in the UK. So what does Sing do? Offers to lend me his copies of all of the required films, two weeks in advance of each seminar, so that I have plenty of time to watch and return them. Brilliant, it really is the little things that make a big difference... isn't that from a TV ad??
Maybe I should've titled this post 'Ode to Sing', but it is all about me (!) and, so far, I am good. Have only got through the first week, and I do have my first 'mentoring' (counselling) session tomorrow, which I'm a teensy bit nervous about. Never had 'therapy' before, though I'm sure I should've done. Several times. Thus I've no idea what to expect. Do counsellors really use the much-clichéd 'and how does that make you feel?'? Dunno, but I guess I'll find out tomorrow. Will let you know.
Seriously, I am a bit worried. Been feeling so much more positive, and calm at the moment, what if talking brings it (whatever 'it' is) all back to the surface? I feel I want to talk, and I'm ready, else I'd totally be bailing out, yet I worry that dragging up all those bad feelings will start me off again; I haven't cried for siz weeks tomorrow! Not a monumental record I know, but for someone who spent their entire last three weeks of term either in tears or on the verge, and who cries at everything anyway, it's pretty good going. Apart from anything else, I've got a seminar straight after, and don't want to turn up for that a gibbering, snotty mess.
I worry that if I let go, I'll fall apart.
BW xxx
25/01/2011
20/01/2011
From Little Tom Hardy, to Big Bane
Had to laugh, just read this article by Lacy Bryant regarding the awesome news that Tom Hardy will be Bane, in the next Batman film. She describes Hardy as 'the little Inception guy', WTF? How can you possibly describe Hardy as 'little'?? No part of that man is little - or so I've heard! - but honestly, LITTLE?? Has she seen him? With Her Eyes?! Rant over with, I'm sure he'll be brilliant. I know nothing of this Bane character, but from what I've just quickly skim-read (from Wikipedia - don't try that at home kids, it'll rot your brain), and glimpsed on Google Images; Perfect Casting! He's a buff (check), master-minded supervillain, with some rather deep-rooted issues. So Hardy's quietly brooding intensity should do just the trick then. That, and the fact he's Drop Dead Gorgeous. LITTLE??
BW xxx
22/01/2011
I've just been back to the above offending article to see if my comment was published; it wasn't. Obviously Ms Bryant didn't like what I had to say, which was basically the same as I've said here. Some people just can't handle the truth. Freedom of speech? My hairy wolf's ar-
BW xxx
22/01/2011
I've just been back to the above offending article to see if my comment was published; it wasn't. Obviously Ms Bryant didn't like what I had to say, which was basically the same as I've said here. Some people just can't handle the truth. Freedom of speech? My hairy wolf's ar-
18/01/2011
MA Part II: Return of The Wolf
Back to school again tomorrow, not sure how I feel... On the one hand, hello freedom and independence (albeit briefly) from the ever-loving, ever-nagging parents. On the other hand, oh bloody hell do I really have to go through all that again?
Term 1 was, quite simply, Hell. I hated it, and it hated me. So much so, that when I saw my dear friend and PA, Gloria, last week, she said how 'rested' I looked, which was nice, till I realised this probably meant I looked totally shocking by the end of last term. To be fair, I felt totally shocking.
Ho hum, they all tell me this term's gonna feel easier, what with there only being one and a half modules compared to Term One's two and a half . It can't posibly feel any worse, can it?? As my mother always says: 'we'll see', which generally means no, so going by that logic, maybe Term Two won't be such a breeze. Still, I signed up for it, and there are now only 11 weeks between me and what will be my last ever seminar - I'm soooo Not doing a PhD. I came to that scary realisation last night; I mean I'll still have the small matter of a 20,000 word dissertation to deal with, but once (if) I've got that done (September 12th), then what the hell do I do? Get a job I suppose, Oh My God.
BW xxx
PS, woke up with John Murphy's In a Hearbeat - from the 28 Days Later (Boyle, 2002) soundtrack - in my head today. Considering I've not seen the film for a fair while, and am thinking a lot about Uni, it doesn't bode well that my subconscious has chosen a piece of music that signifies the Apocalypse. Either that, or the End really is nigh...
Term 1 was, quite simply, Hell. I hated it, and it hated me. So much so, that when I saw my dear friend and PA, Gloria, last week, she said how 'rested' I looked, which was nice, till I realised this probably meant I looked totally shocking by the end of last term. To be fair, I felt totally shocking.
Ho hum, they all tell me this term's gonna feel easier, what with there only being one and a half modules compared to Term One's two and a half . It can't posibly feel any worse, can it?? As my mother always says: 'we'll see', which generally means no, so going by that logic, maybe Term Two won't be such a breeze. Still, I signed up for it, and there are now only 11 weeks between me and what will be my last ever seminar - I'm soooo Not doing a PhD. I came to that scary realisation last night; I mean I'll still have the small matter of a 20,000 word dissertation to deal with, but once (if) I've got that done (September 12th), then what the hell do I do? Get a job I suppose, Oh My God.
BW xxx
PS, woke up with John Murphy's In a Hearbeat - from the 28 Days Later (Boyle, 2002) soundtrack - in my head today. Considering I've not seen the film for a fair while, and am thinking a lot about Uni, it doesn't bode well that my subconscious has chosen a piece of music that signifies the Apocalypse. Either that, or the End really is nigh...
16/01/2011
Who's The Daddy
Can I just say, for the record, that I thought of the above caption AGES ago, long before The Sun. I just hoped I'd never have to use it.
*UPDATE*
Yeah, so that kinda puts the knockers (pardon the pun) on my theory, as they're not getting married 'cos they're infatuated with the idea of each other, but 'cos Tennant's gone and got her knocked up. Though, if one is to look at it from that angle, I guess it shows he's trying to do the right thing [With the Wrong Woman]. Ahh, bless. Either that, or she did it on purpose to trap him... which I really hope is not true of course, David's a better judge of character than that, right? But maybe he does feel trapped. Maybe he's trying to maintain his 'I'm a good guy' star image. Maybe he's wanting to prove himself to Davison; here's a real ma that won't walked out on your daughter, Mr Fifth Doctor Sir. Or maybe he really does love this girl, and wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Hmmm, maybe. Suppose the wedding is taking place next New Year's Day (allegedly), when the child would be around 8 months old (allegedly she's 5 months preggers now), so it's not really shotgun. Close though, very close.
Oh well, I can (and will) still look. After all, Johnny Depp's got kids, and has been married - what, twice? - and I most definitely look (leer) at him. On the other hand, my theory could still be right; that Tennant and Moffett aren't made for each other, and when they realise this, I could be in with a shot. As my friend Zee said; if the shit does hit the fan, I could get Tennant, plus joint custody of his child, who we know is gonna be gorgeous, without ever having to have given birth to said child, or be involved with the icky bits of its upringing. Win win!
BW xxx
PS, watched Inception (Nolan, 2010) for the first time last night, and Loved. It. What's more, I understood it, which for me is a miracle; I don't usually 'get' films like that. The delicious Tom Hardy helped take my mind off the Tennant situation for a couple of hours too, hope he wins the Rising Star Award at this years BAFTAs. But, the Big question re Inception is, did the spinning top stop spinning? Discuss.
*UPDATE*
Yeah, so that kinda puts the knockers (pardon the pun) on my theory, as they're not getting married 'cos they're infatuated with the idea of each other, but 'cos Tennant's gone and got her knocked up. Though, if one is to look at it from that angle, I guess it shows he's trying to do the right thing [With the Wrong Woman]. Ahh, bless. Either that, or she did it on purpose to trap him... which I really hope is not true of course, David's a better judge of character than that, right? But maybe he does feel trapped. Maybe he's trying to maintain his 'I'm a good guy' star image. Maybe he's wanting to prove himself to Davison; here's a real ma that won't walked out on your daughter, Mr Fifth Doctor Sir. Or maybe he really does love this girl, and wants to spend the rest of his life with her. Hmmm, maybe. Suppose the wedding is taking place next New Year's Day (allegedly), when the child would be around 8 months old (allegedly she's 5 months preggers now), so it's not really shotgun. Close though, very close.
Oh well, I can (and will) still look. After all, Johnny Depp's got kids, and has been married - what, twice? - and I most definitely look (leer) at him. On the other hand, my theory could still be right; that Tennant and Moffett aren't made for each other, and when they realise this, I could be in with a shot. As my friend Zee said; if the shit does hit the fan, I could get Tennant, plus joint custody of his child, who we know is gonna be gorgeous, without ever having to have given birth to said child, or be involved with the icky bits of its upringing. Win win!
BW xxx
PS, watched Inception (Nolan, 2010) for the first time last night, and Loved. It. What's more, I understood it, which for me is a miracle; I don't usually 'get' films like that. The delicious Tom Hardy helped take my mind off the Tennant situation for a couple of hours too, hope he wins the Rising Star Award at this years BAFTAs. But, the Big question re Inception is, did the spinning top stop spinning? Discuss.
14/01/2011
Bad Romance
So, David Tennant and Georgia Moffett are getting hitched; old news I know, but I've spent the past week rocking in the corner of my darkened room... Well, not quite,but I have been thinking about it a lot, no surprises there, and have come to the sad conclusion that this marriage Will Be A Farce; no surprises there then either huh? Now, I'm not being all bitter and twisted about this, actually screw that, I am, but that's not what's driving me here. I believe I have formed a very convincing argument as to why these two star-crossed lovers are not destined to be together, and this is it:
Let us start at the beginning, and probably finish somewhere near the end. On the 16th of November, 2007, the BBC broadcast a special episode of Doctor Who, as part of their annual Children in Need festivities. This episode, titled Time Crash, saw the 10th Doctor's TARDIS colliding with that of the fifth (Peter Davison), resulting in eight minutes of Tennant being all adoring-fanboy over his former self, even crediting him for his trademark trainers and glasses (fortunately he drew the line at wearing vegetables on his lapel), and his squeaky-when-excited voice. When Tennant utters the brilliantly moving line 'you were my Doctor', in that brilliantly moving way that only he can, you know for a fact that it is David saying these words, and that he deliberately picked up these influences and habits as tribute to his favourite Doctor. Then, lo and behold, the daughter of said idol; Georgia Moffett, appears in Doctor Who some 6 months later.
Now, if you're the daughter of The Doctor, your childhood's gonna be pretty full of Who I imagine. Particularly as the year that Moffett was born, 1984 - making her two years older than me, but I Am Not Bitter - was the year that Davison left the show, so his legacy would've been newly established, and he would still have been recognised, adored and, if my pinings for 10 are anything to go by, very sorely missed. Thus, Moffett would have soaked up all this admiration as a babe, and must have ate, slept and drank Doctor Who (no sexual connotations intended) for a fair few years. When you're that small, your pa's your hero, and if he's played an onscreen hero with two hearts for four years, worshipped by the masses (and David Tennant), then that feelings only gonna escalate. Who hasn't imagined/wished that Superman, Spiderman, Batman or whoever else-man was their dad? Moffett didn't need to imagne; her dad was, and still is by many, regarded as a legend.
For 23 years, Moffett was full of admiration for her father, The Doctor, and basked in his shiny limelight. Then in 2007 she acquired the perfect role, as The Doctor's daughter (typecasting or what?) in the imaginatively named episode, The Doctor's Daughter. Without going into the intricacies of the plot, the 10th Doctor initially pushes Jenny (Moffett) away, as he is scared to get too close in case he loses her; like he loses everyone else. However, he eventually warms to her - who knew how much - and accepts her as his own.
Right, recap time. Georgia Moffett is the daughter of the much-loved fifth Time Lord Peter Davson, and probably grew up watching endless repeats of Doctor Who, rather that the usual CBeebies, and playing with her dad's sonic screwdriver - sorry, that just sounds so wrong. She made her appearance on Doctor Who with this legacy behind her, and an innate passion for the show, and for the heroic, protective father-figure of The Doctor, who ultimately must connote feelings of security and love. Meanwhile, David Tennant, who is known to have been completely obsessed with Who since he was a wee lad, and who has based his look and performance on that of Davison, not only got to work alongside his idol in the TARDIS, but now gets the chance to work with his daughter.
The way I see it is this: Tennant loves Davison, and is honoured to work with his daughter Moffett, playing her father whom he worships. Moffett loves Davison (natch), and so automatically loves The Doctor. Moffett and Tennant both love Doctor Who, The Doctor and Davison, and I think this is what their relationship is based on. Moffett sees Tennant as like another father, helped by the fact that he is 13 years older than her. She is in love with The Doctor; with the idea of this wiser, older man looking out for her. I do believe that Moffett loves Tennant, but not in that way, rather, she loves him for what he represents; The Doctor. Her dad.
While there is arguably a certain amount of sexual attraction on Tennant's part; he has a history of liking younger women, particularly blondes *adds peroxide to shopping list*, he sees Moffett as like an extension of Davison. Tennant respects Davison to the upmost degree, and is obviously gonna project this loyalty onto Moffett, a) so as to gain mutual respect from daddy, and b) maybe because he feels he owes Davison; he did pinch bits of his act after all.
Basically then, I don't believe that Tennant and Moffett are in love with each other, but with what each other signifies. And that, my friends, is how I see it. See? Course, I could be completely wrong; maybe I've become a sceptical old bint at the grand age of 24... But I Am Not Bitter.
BW xxx
Let us start at the beginning, and probably finish somewhere near the end. On the 16th of November, 2007, the BBC broadcast a special episode of Doctor Who, as part of their annual Children in Need festivities. This episode, titled Time Crash, saw the 10th Doctor's TARDIS colliding with that of the fifth (Peter Davison), resulting in eight minutes of Tennant being all adoring-fanboy over his former self, even crediting him for his trademark trainers and glasses (fortunately he drew the line at wearing vegetables on his lapel), and his squeaky-when-excited voice. When Tennant utters the brilliantly moving line 'you were my Doctor', in that brilliantly moving way that only he can, you know for a fact that it is David saying these words, and that he deliberately picked up these influences and habits as tribute to his favourite Doctor. Then, lo and behold, the daughter of said idol; Georgia Moffett, appears in Doctor Who some 6 months later.
Now, if you're the daughter of The Doctor, your childhood's gonna be pretty full of Who I imagine. Particularly as the year that Moffett was born, 1984 - making her two years older than me, but I Am Not Bitter - was the year that Davison left the show, so his legacy would've been newly established, and he would still have been recognised, adored and, if my pinings for 10 are anything to go by, very sorely missed. Thus, Moffett would have soaked up all this admiration as a babe, and must have ate, slept and drank Doctor Who (no sexual connotations intended) for a fair few years. When you're that small, your pa's your hero, and if he's played an onscreen hero with two hearts for four years, worshipped by the masses (and David Tennant), then that feelings only gonna escalate. Who hasn't imagined/wished that Superman, Spiderman, Batman or whoever else-man was their dad? Moffett didn't need to imagne; her dad was, and still is by many, regarded as a legend.
For 23 years, Moffett was full of admiration for her father, The Doctor, and basked in his shiny limelight. Then in 2007 she acquired the perfect role, as The Doctor's daughter (typecasting or what?) in the imaginatively named episode, The Doctor's Daughter. Without going into the intricacies of the plot, the 10th Doctor initially pushes Jenny (Moffett) away, as he is scared to get too close in case he loses her; like he loses everyone else. However, he eventually warms to her - who knew how much - and accepts her as his own.
Right, recap time. Georgia Moffett is the daughter of the much-loved fifth Time Lord Peter Davson, and probably grew up watching endless repeats of Doctor Who, rather that the usual CBeebies, and playing with her dad's sonic screwdriver - sorry, that just sounds so wrong. She made her appearance on Doctor Who with this legacy behind her, and an innate passion for the show, and for the heroic, protective father-figure of The Doctor, who ultimately must connote feelings of security and love. Meanwhile, David Tennant, who is known to have been completely obsessed with Who since he was a wee lad, and who has based his look and performance on that of Davison, not only got to work alongside his idol in the TARDIS, but now gets the chance to work with his daughter.
The way I see it is this: Tennant loves Davison, and is honoured to work with his daughter Moffett, playing her father whom he worships. Moffett loves Davison (natch), and so automatically loves The Doctor. Moffett and Tennant both love Doctor Who, The Doctor and Davison, and I think this is what their relationship is based on. Moffett sees Tennant as like another father, helped by the fact that he is 13 years older than her. She is in love with The Doctor; with the idea of this wiser, older man looking out for her. I do believe that Moffett loves Tennant, but not in that way, rather, she loves him for what he represents; The Doctor. Her dad.
While there is arguably a certain amount of sexual attraction on Tennant's part; he has a history of liking younger women, particularly blondes *adds peroxide to shopping list*, he sees Moffett as like an extension of Davison. Tennant respects Davison to the upmost degree, and is obviously gonna project this loyalty onto Moffett, a) so as to gain mutual respect from daddy, and b) maybe because he feels he owes Davison; he did pinch bits of his act after all.
Basically then, I don't believe that Tennant and Moffett are in love with each other, but with what each other signifies. And that, my friends, is how I see it. See? Course, I could be completely wrong; maybe I've become a sceptical old bint at the grand age of 24... But I Am Not Bitter.
BW xxx
04/01/2011
Apocalypse Now?
Was just turning the TV off last night when I caught this freaky little story on BBC 3's 60 Second bulletin:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-12105157
Basically, a whole load of birds fell out of the skies above Arkansans, USA. Now, if like me, you've seen FlashForward (ABC, 2009) and/or The Core (Amiel, 2003) you too will be freaking out about just how long humanity has left on this fragile rock. See, I have watched a lot of disaster movies, and they scare me way more than any horror ever has. Of course, I'm not saying I've never been spooked by a good horror, I saw Candyman (Rose, 1992) far too young, and kept imagining Tony Todd rising up from under my bed *shudders*. But I am able to rationalise that, for the most part, the content of horror films is very unlikely to come true. Even those that are 'based on true events' have huge amounts of artistic licence. Horror films play on the whole storytelling tradition, as that's just what they are; stories. Who hasn't scared themselves shitless while sitting around a campfire (or miniature fondue set on your bedroom floor), telling horrific ghost stories?
Disaster films, on the other hand, Could Happen. Anytime. And this is what's flipping scary. The Earth has been hit by asteroids before, so who's to say it won't happen again, soon?? Just because humans have taken over the lease, doesn't make us any safer. It's not like the greenhouse gases are going to act as a barrier against anything hurtling towards us at 50,000 mph (give or take). Now these birds are falling out the sky, á la The Core (where the Earth's core stopped spinning), and it makes yer think. Well, it makes me think anyway, I also think it rather strange that there have been so many earthquakes, mine collapses, tsunamis and freaky weather etc. I mean, coincidence? Really?
Maybe I should just steer clear of the disaster genre altogether, focus on the minutia of life, like what to have for tea, whether I need a haircut, when my next essay's due in, the current shocking state of the TV schedule, etc. Still, they do say that the world's gonna end on 21.12.12, so maybe this is the beginning... On that note, I'm off to play Sims 2, where the world never ends, unless I make it so, muahahaha.
BW xxx
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-us-canada-12105157
Basically, a whole load of birds fell out of the skies above Arkansans, USA. Now, if like me, you've seen FlashForward (ABC, 2009) and/or The Core (Amiel, 2003) you too will be freaking out about just how long humanity has left on this fragile rock. See, I have watched a lot of disaster movies, and they scare me way more than any horror ever has. Of course, I'm not saying I've never been spooked by a good horror, I saw Candyman (Rose, 1992) far too young, and kept imagining Tony Todd rising up from under my bed *shudders*. But I am able to rationalise that, for the most part, the content of horror films is very unlikely to come true. Even those that are 'based on true events' have huge amounts of artistic licence. Horror films play on the whole storytelling tradition, as that's just what they are; stories. Who hasn't scared themselves shitless while sitting around a campfire (or miniature fondue set on your bedroom floor), telling horrific ghost stories?
Disaster films, on the other hand, Could Happen. Anytime. And this is what's flipping scary. The Earth has been hit by asteroids before, so who's to say it won't happen again, soon?? Just because humans have taken over the lease, doesn't make us any safer. It's not like the greenhouse gases are going to act as a barrier against anything hurtling towards us at 50,000 mph (give or take). Now these birds are falling out the sky, á la The Core (where the Earth's core stopped spinning), and it makes yer think. Well, it makes me think anyway, I also think it rather strange that there have been so many earthquakes, mine collapses, tsunamis and freaky weather etc. I mean, coincidence? Really?
Maybe I should just steer clear of the disaster genre altogether, focus on the minutia of life, like what to have for tea, whether I need a haircut, when my next essay's due in, the current shocking state of the TV schedule, etc. Still, they do say that the world's gonna end on 21.12.12, so maybe this is the beginning... On that note, I'm off to play Sims 2, where the world never ends, unless I make it so, muahahaha.
BW xxx
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