The worst thing about the holidays… dial-up Internet.
The best thing about the holidays… dial-up Internet.
Why’s that? It’s a discipline problem really. I’m more likely to be able to concentrate on my work because I’m less likely to be wasting my time chatting on IRC.
Still, I get the work done eventually even when I’m on broadband, so it can’t be that bad surely.
The Fantasy Film League is really a rather interesting website, which I picked up from Chris Chapman’s blog. You get a budget, and have to choose a director and cast for your fantasy film. Scoring is based on how much money that cast and crew rake in during the year in which your film runs.
My film is called Archibald: Revenge of the Carrot and is directed by the Wachowski Brothers of The Matrix fame. Since they’re releasing two sequels this round, they should do nicely - ditto for Lawrence Fishburne, who stars in both sequels as Morpheus.
Patrick Stewart is also starring, because he’s a good actor and because he’s in X-Men 2, which is out in May and should do quite well.
Now, they were so expensive that I had to go for cheaper people. Alyson Hannigan, best known for playing Willow in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, is in American Wedding later this year, which is the third American Pie film and will probably flop, but hey ho, she’s nice. Same goes for Eliza Dushku (Faith in Buffy) - great actress, not much earning potential but I can’t afford anyone else.
Tara Reid was in Josie and the Pussycats, a film I like but which the FFL doesn’t seem to know about, so I bet her earning potential is very low this year. Still, she was cheap too and she’s cute.
Finally, Jennifer Aniston (and if you don’t know she’s Rachel in Friends you’ve been living under a rock for nine years), because she’s cheap, sexy and earns all her money from TV, which doesn’t count. So just leave in the cheap and sexy bits.
I really, really, really hate packing! It’s horrible! An evil activity contrived by people who wanted to move lots of things from one place to another. Sure, it’s practical and all that, but really it sucks. First I have to dig up the bags to put everything in, from wherever they’ve been languishing since I discarded them at the start of term.
Then I have to find, fold and pack all the clothes I’ll be taking back, and bag up any books, CDs, DVDs and so forth which are going home, an activity which sounds simple but which takes ages, largely because it’s so tempting to stop and watch/listen to them all. Then there are the toiletries… and the guarentee that no matter how careful I’ve been, I’ll have packed something I need when I go to bed, or when I get up in the morning.
Finally of course I have to pack my computer, and also attempt to leave the room in some kind of tidyish state, as it’s very depressing to come back to a big mess every term. Of course, the latter never happens because Dad and I are too keen to get home to whatever delightful meal Mum is preparing. Goddess watch over her, she’s a fantastic cook. Roast dinner tomorrow! Woohoo!
Can’t wait to drive the new car either, but it’s a bit difficult to do it from here (lounging on my bed enjoying the freedom of a cordless keyboard).
Even can’t waiter for Friday! Wooooooooo!!!
Time to pack to go home, twenty-four hours before my Dad arrives to load up the car and go. Let’s see… where shall I start? Umm… err…
I really hate this bit.
It’s nearly time to go home for the spring holiday, and what have we learned? Well, let’s see…
May none of these things afflict you greatly in the future, dear readers.
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