Tuesday, 20 July 2010

'The time has come,' the Walrus said, 'to talk of many things.'

Of films -- and gigs -- and research -- of cabbages -- and kings.

This summer is supposed to be about work: dissertation work. But naturally, that's not really happening. Although I do have here open in front of me my specially assigned notebook for my dissertation, some written bullet points and a copy of the Life of St. Macrina by St. Gregory of Nyssa. And what a complicated git he is. He can't write it like a normal biography. Oh, no. He has to write about each person without properly indicating of whom he is talking, and he doesn't seem interested in the bigger picture. And I'm only on page 3 of a 64-page narrative. And the book itself is only 16.5 cm tall, so really, that's not a lot to read. Particularly since he paragraphs with double spacing, and uses headings and titles of sections of her life and afterlife (she isn't a saint for nothing - she did things whilst dead, too).

But I have to do resting, too. Otherwise my brain isn't fully recovered, is it? I have done quite a lot of resting, I guess. I've almost finished an embroidery picture my mother started for my grandmother when she (mother) was ill. She got a fair way through it, and I just have to do the outlining now.

I've been to Bournemouth for a week, even though The Boyfriend is currently working 9-5 Monday - Friday. It was nice, though. Largely. I just vegetated and did useful things around the house alternately, and went out shopping when I could be bothered. I caught the sun a bit, whilst it was out, too.


I've also played a lot of games. Well. Two. I started Miles Edgeworth: Ace Attorney - Investigations around the 9th of July and finished it around the 14th. You might think that took a long time, but I also watched a lot of t.v. and played Mini Ninjas around it, as well as having to eat and sleep.
If you've not played any of the Ace Attorney series, it's pretty much this: in each game, there are a series of crimes, which all turn out to be linked by a common person or event or theme, and by the end of it all, or just before the final case, you should be going "ooooooh... now that I think about it, it's quite obvious". This one does not take place in a court room, ever, unfortunately, but that doesn't make it any less fun. Or addictive. By the ''end'' of the final case, you (or at least I was) are screaming and cursing the damn villain for incessently lying. Not just to start with. Even AFTER you present a lot of what is considered to the normal breed of villain pretty solid evidence. A good game is supposed to get you that involved, right?


Mini Ninjas is actually rather fun. I only paid £3 for a second hand copy, but I'd have paid maybe up to £15 for it, if I'd seen the demo or played it somewhere else first. I only got it because it was so dirt cheap. Apparently, it was £45 on release, which I think is waaaaaay too expensive, but there you go. It's a bit basic with the button smashing and general level event repetitiveness, but it gives you something to do, and the music and scenery is quite delightful. Yes, delightful. It's not amazing, but then it's not supposed to be. The panda bears, if you've played it or are going to, are not the greatest piece of graphic art in history. In fact they look rather stoned. But then, I think pandas are a bit slow on the uptake. Which is why they are so very endangered.


I'm going to see Toy Story 3 today, with my grandparents. As the Radio Times pointed out, the idea that cartoon films or television series is just for children is a relatively modern idea; when Bambi was released in the cinema, my mother went to see it, and she was 18. And she wasn't the oldest member of the audience. The writer of Toy Story 3 claims he doesn't make Pixar films 'for children'. He makes them 'suitable' for children - these films have undertones and highlights that allow parents to enjoy them just as much, and I wager that if those of you that feel so ''grown up'' that you don't watch any of your past television or film cartoon favourites any more did watch one or two episodes or films, you'd see something else about the film you just simply wouldn't have taken in when you were 10.
Or you just laugh at the sheer silliness and simplicity of it. Plus the nostalgia can be really great.


And this summer I am seeing two bands play - the first is Ska band Sonic Boom Six. The boyfriend got me listening to them, because he wants to see them the weekend after his birthday in August. Since I'm conveniently visiting him that weekend, he's getting me to go. It's £7 and only in Poole, so I'm not too anxious about going to that. Should be fun, too. I guess. But if he tries to get me to skank, which he knows I can't, I'll probably nut him :)

(<------Aww look at Greg Graffin trying to look cool)
And, more importantly for The Boyfriend, I'm seeing Bad Religion at the O2 in London. It's his all-time favourite band, and I quite enjoy some of their music too. They've not been to England in over a decade, so of course he begged me to go with him, since nobody else would. And my brother, who through me being influenced by The Boyfriend is coming too, since he really likes them too. It should be a huge show, and since I'm not an overly huge fan of large amounts of people, I'm a little more nervous about that. As well as the fact I'd like to hang around at the end, buy some merchandise, maybe, get something signed if I can, but we need to be back in time for a coach to take us back to Cambridge so that our grandmother can come and get us from town. I would rather just pay extra and get a shared room in a hostel somewhere, but I don't think the grandparents are overly keen on that idea. If I didn't have my brother coming, I might have been able to swing it, but as it is. Ah well. I'll just have to find out when, approximately, it is to end, and when the next coach home is and whether I can afford to miss one in favour of a slightly later one. Depends when it gets us home, since it's unfair to keep her up and waiting into the small hours of the night. Even if she did offer.

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