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Well, that was very interesting after all.

Frankly I had no clue who Aubrey or Maturin were and thought it was some kind of scifi series I was missing out on (honestly, I see no cinema, and can't bring myself to care very often). I imagined Dr. Maturin as some sort of psychopathic gene manipulator bent on world domination, like a character out of a Kubrick film.

At any rate, now I know, so please don't tell me or urge me to see the film because er, no. But I was intrigued by what Paul Bettany had to say about Maturin. He said that this was the sort of man you could put in solitary for five years and he'd go out pretty much the same way he came in -- he could create a whole world in his brain and be content with it. I often feel that way.

My problem is not requiring input; I can sit for hours and dream and make worlds in my head. My problem is output. If I were locked in solitary confinement for years on end with paper and pens enough to last me, I'd probably be all right. Unhappy, but sane. If I had no books and nothing with which to write, I imagine I'd end up sitting in my little cell telling stories to the walls. It's not that I require an audience so much as I have to put the thoughts somewhere -- I don't care if anyone ever reads them, so long as they're there.

Either way, let us hope I never end up in solitary for five years, because that would suck unqualified. :D

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Oh that's Sam, don't mind him, he has strange dreams.

The first dream I had, which woke me up at two am, was about the lies and intrigues of supermarket checkout girls who kill one of their own. Yeah, I know. WTF. Don't look at me, I'm just the detective.

In the second dream, which I woke up to write, I was attending a production of a play that was being held in an arena stage similar to the Cow Palace in California, in that it had raised walls and people looked down into the performance area, rather like an old Roman coliseum.

The walls below us were designed like the outside of a ship and had oar-holes into which sticks were thrown symbolising a fight, and there were hangings the actors could climb up to be over the audience. The play itself was staged in a rather ritualistic fashion, and "offstage" was a series of small awnings the actors could go to sit under. Somehow I got pulled down into one of these, and sat and spoke with the lead actor for a while, who was dressed like an ancient soldier. He kept asking me what I thought of Pericles' desire not to be considered incestuous, which is sort of silly as Pericles is never considered incestuous either in the original classical text or in the "shakespearean" play (big fuckoff debate over that, boring story for another time). Although there is incest involved.

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I bought fangs.

I couldn't resist. I justify it by reminding myself that I actually cannot recall the last time I bought anything I couldn't eat, wear, or use in class; I think it was my MP3 player, a little over a year ago. And this costs a lot less than an MP3 player. Besides, Hallowe'en is coming, AND I have a bunch of student meetings, and this will be useful for both!

Vhy yes, zat is red...ink, on your paper. Mwoooahahahaha. I vill change your grade...if you vill show me zat lovely neck....*thundercrash*

Ahem. Yes, it will be useful.

As will the amazing demon-mask I just got from a certain Miz Juni and the awesome madeline pan Rainette sent.

And although I've looked like crazy, I can't find a Madeline recipe online in English ANYWHERE. *pouts at the internet* but the French one is pretty funny in translation.

MADELINE RECIPE
Original website: http://chefsimon.com/commercy.htm
Translation by Google :D Needless to say, I do not recommend this recipe.

The elements will be prepared
150 grams of butter
200 grs of flour
200 sugar grs
1 brewers' yeast coffee spoon (Rainette tells me this is BAKING POWDER...:D)
6 fresh extra eggs
5 plates with madeleines (plates of 6)
Chopped pieces of lemon peel

The bergamot flavour is advised in the preparation of the madeleines.

To reduce butter in pomade. (I'm a Dapper Dan man myself...)
With the corner of fire one start to parcel out butter with the spatula, then one works it with the whip.
To incorporate the caster sugar in once.
To mix with the whip. Quickly by taking care not to leave matters on the edges of bottom-of-hen.
To bleach.
To emulsify closely. (To always bring back to the center the amalgamme)
Then to incorporate 6 eggs one by one. You obtain a homogeneous amalgamme.
To incorporate the flour filtered in rain then to incorporate on the flour brewers' yeast.
To mix To incorporate the pieces of lemon peel.
To fill the casing pocket then to arch in cooking.

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You know you're too deep in fandom when you see Paul Bettany on TV and even though you have no idea what he's like, don't care what he looks like, and have only ever seen him in a movie you watched for totally other reasons, you tape it, because you know someone who wishes to marry him. :D

ETA: Nny, when you do marry him, please, help him out with that cowlick.