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Jul. 5th, 2008 06:17 pmToday I was going to keep going with the anime fest, but at about 10.30 last night I lost it. By 'it,' I mean any type of connect to reality. My brain drifted in its strange inner space for a few more hours, but the body was definitely disconnected. I'd done too much, but I had a whale of a time in the doing of it.
To bring a few parts of myself back together, I've spent large chunks of today asleep. This is good, because I woke up with the theme of a horror story I've been persuaded that I need to write. By 'theme' I mean music. I want to blame Buffy, but it's all my own fault, really.
I don't know if the music will make it into the story, because my totally awesome original tune has just been pushed out of my mind by "I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee." If you don't know "I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee" then please ask me when next we meet (or first we meet) because it's one of those classic melodies that simply cannot be appreciated at any theoretical level - you need to hear it and you need to be standing precisely 3 feet away from me during the hearing of it.
My waking life today is unlike anyone else's. It's not just the bumblebee tune, either. I've been offered 4 kilos of dead goat. I see goat curry in my very, very near future. Goat curry and beef heart recipes: it's going to be a good week, but just a tad off-centre.
Some people use cards, some people use crystal balls - I seek the world's truths through food. This means that my even nearer future is going to be drunken, because it's the last testing for cocktail recipes for the banquet. After tomorrow the whole committee will be sober and serious and will produce the most awesome convention, but just tomorrow, only two of our number will have even the appearance of sobriety. My teaching backpack (totally filled with varieties of alcohol) says this, quite firmly.
To bring a few parts of myself back together, I've spent large chunks of today asleep. This is good, because I woke up with the theme of a horror story I've been persuaded that I need to write. By 'theme' I mean music. I want to blame Buffy, but it's all my own fault, really.
I don't know if the music will make it into the story, because my totally awesome original tune has just been pushed out of my mind by "I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee." If you don't know "I'm bringing home a baby bumblebee" then please ask me when next we meet (or first we meet) because it's one of those classic melodies that simply cannot be appreciated at any theoretical level - you need to hear it and you need to be standing precisely 3 feet away from me during the hearing of it.
My waking life today is unlike anyone else's. It's not just the bumblebee tune, either. I've been offered 4 kilos of dead goat. I see goat curry in my very, very near future. Goat curry and beef heart recipes: it's going to be a good week, but just a tad off-centre.
Some people use cards, some people use crystal balls - I seek the world's truths through food. This means that my even nearer future is going to be drunken, because it's the last testing for cocktail recipes for the banquet. After tomorrow the whole committee will be sober and serious and will produce the most awesome convention, but just tomorrow, only two of our number will have even the appearance of sobriety. My teaching backpack (totally filled with varieties of alcohol) says this, quite firmly.