Birthday film

You know, for the first time I really feel my age. Being twenty six fits really well. Maybe it's the fact I'm sorta settling down, or that I looked at photos of myself at 19 and went wow, I look young. More spots, for one thing. And hair, god, the hair. Going short was the best thing I could have done. Really unmanageable.

Anywhoo, I went to see Tintin today. I took my little Milou stuffed toy along (shaddap, I always wanted it as a kid, and the best thing with being an adult is all the stuff you always wanted to do and now can) which, is just as well, because I gave my nails a break and instead of biting them just clutched Milou and squeaked.

So yeah, it's good. It's neck-breaking and Tintin is one of those things that I know so well that I'm not bothered if they change stuff as long as I can see why. The changes in Tintin were well thought out and made sense. And wow, were there changes.

( Cut for spoilers )

Birthday film

You know, for the first time I really feel my age. Being twenty six fits really well. Maybe it's the fact I'm sorta settling down, or that I looked at photos of myself at 19 and went wow, I look young. More spots, for one thing. And hair, god, the hair. Going short was the best thing I could have done. Really unmanageable.

Anywhoo, I went to see Tintin today. I took my little Milou stuffed toy along (shaddap, I always wanted it as a kid, and the best thing with being an adult is all the stuff you always wanted to do and now can) which, is just as well, because I gave my nails a break and instead of biting them just clutched Milou and squeaked.

So yeah, it's good. It's neck-breaking and Tintin is one of those things that I know so well that I'm not bothered if they change stuff as long as I can see why. The changes in Tintin were well thought out and made sense. And wow, were there changes.

( Cut for spoilers )

A Failed Nightmare

My brain needs to do better than that to scare me! I dreamed I was back in my mother's house (a nightmare in itself, lol), sharing a room with an old friend of mine. I went out for a walk (which was difficult as I was always forgetting my shoes) which for some reason took me around my local area (nnote, my area + mum's area, two different ends of London. I was about to go out again for a second walk, and in retrorespect I think it's then I started to realise it was a dream, because there's a reoccuring place in my dream, a sort of short alley and park, and road with a beautiful building on it, that doesn't exist in real life but I see a lot when I dream of my mother's part of town.

Anyway, I headed off, and saw what I thought at first was the smoke from a fire, then a tornado, it was a columb of cloud that split the sky in half. There was something weird where it met the clouds but I couldn't see it properly, I've always wanted to see a tornado but my delight at finally seeing one was mitigated by the 'it's heading right for us!' It seemed quite far away, but tornadoes are fast and I wasn't goign to hang around. I was grateful that no one I knew was in that area, and decided I'd call my father (whose house would be the nearest to it) the moment I was out of range.

Then it became obvious it wasn't a tornado, because more began springing up from the ground, and I realise they were missiles or something. They were going up and exploding when they reached cloud layer, like colpourless fireworks. By this time the noise had brought out a lot of people into the street, and we were all looking up as more and more rockets filled the sky and turned the whole air grey. Everyone was starting to panic and there were more and more explosions, and I wondered if there'd been a horrible accident, at a military base or power station or something. Then the whole skyline went up in one huge pillar of smoke.

We were all watching and asking each other what had happened, and I made the mistake of saying it looked like an atomic bomb cloud. They everyone really started panicking. I quickly added 'Or just a cauliflower'. It still didn't feel quite right to me. Maybe it was that the skyline was still in black and white, or that we hadn't been obliterated by the flashwave. Anyway, I decided to call Paramour, if only to check he was okay. My phone was almost out of power and when I tried to call him it just went to a voicemail of a Russian woman speaking English very badly. The grey ash was still coming down and I wondered if we should go inside and take anti-nuclear precations, wash it off then fill a bath with water while the pipes still worked, etc.

Anyway, that's when a Russian guy turned up and told us the KGB had nuclear bombed London, and I'd had enough. I just looked around and said 'this is a dream, isn't it?' Everyone looked very insulted. In turned to the Russian guy and continued 'If you'd said there was anm explosion at a nuclear power plant, I'd have believed you, our own personal Chenobyl. But nuclear war? now? With Russia? They would be blown up as well! no one is that stupid. No one is that stupid'. (Famous last words, I know, but I couldn't believe what my brain was trying to pass off as a plausable dream. Anbyway, i left the street and went up to my mother's place. No one else in the neighbourhood seemed to have noticed the attack, and when I got to my room my roomate seemed completely unaware of it, and when i told here, and that I thought I was dreaming, she (in what I think was my brain giving up making this realistic) went 'oh, cool', and went to have a shower.

I sat down on the bed and waited to wake up. Which I did when my mother (irl) rang me to sing me happy birthday in french down the line. It took me until the third line to unsderstand waht was going on. Weirdest nuclear warning siren ever!

So yeah, subconscious? You'll have to try better than that to scare me!

A Failed Nightmare

My brain needs to do better than that to scare me! I dreamed I was back in my mother's house (a nightmare in itself, lol), sharing a room with an old friend of mine. I went out for a walk (which was difficult as I was always forgetting my shoes) which for some reason took me around my local area (nnote, my area + mum's area, two different ends of London. I was about to go out again for a second walk, and in retrorespect I think it's then I started to realise it was a dream, because there's a reoccuring place in my dream, a sort of short alley and park, and road with a beautiful building on it, that doesn't exist in real life but I see a lot when I dream of my mother's part of town.

Anyway, I headed off, and saw what I thought at first was the smoke from a fire, then a tornado, it was a columb of cloud that split the sky in half. There was something weird where it met the clouds but I couldn't see it properly, I've always wanted to see a tornado but my delight at finally seeing one was mitigated by the 'it's heading right for us!' It seemed quite far away, but tornadoes are fast and I wasn't goign to hang around. I was grateful that no one I knew was in that area, and decided I'd call my father (whose house would be the nearest to it) the moment I was out of range.

Then it became obvious it wasn't a tornado, because more began springing up from the ground, and I realise they were missiles or something. They were going up and exploding when they reached cloud layer, like colpourless fireworks. By this time the noise had brought out a lot of people into the street, and we were all looking up as more and more rockets filled the sky and turned the whole air grey. Everyone was starting to panic and there were more and more explosions, and I wondered if there'd been a horrible accident, at a military base or power station or something. Then the whole skyline went up in one huge pillar of smoke.

We were all watching and asking each other what had happened, and I made the mistake of saying it looked like an atomic bomb cloud. They everyone really started panicking. I quickly added 'Or just a cauliflower'. It still didn't feel quite right to me. Maybe it was that the skyline was still in black and white, or that we hadn't been obliterated by the flashwave. Anyway, I decided to call Paramour, if only to check he was okay. My phone was almost out of power and when I tried to call him it just went to a voicemail of a Russian woman speaking English very badly. The grey ash was still coming down and I wondered if we should go inside and take anti-nuclear precations, wash it off then fill a bath with water while the pipes still worked, etc.

Anyway, that's when a Russian guy turned up and told us the KGB had nuclear bombed London, and I'd had enough. I just looked around and said 'this is a dream, isn't it?' Everyone looked very insulted. In turned to the Russian guy and continued 'If you'd said there was anm explosion at a nuclear power plant, I'd have believed you, our own personal Chenobyl. But nuclear war? now? With Russia? They would be blown up as well! no one is that stupid. No one is that stupid'. (Famous last words, I know, but I couldn't believe what my brain was trying to pass off as a plausable dream. Anbyway, i left the street and went up to my mother's place. No one else in the neighbourhood seemed to have noticed the attack, and when I got to my room my roomate seemed completely unaware of it, and when i told here, and that I thought I was dreaming, she (in what I think was my brain giving up making this realistic) went 'oh, cool', and went to have a shower.

I sat down on the bed and waited to wake up. Which I did when my mother (irl) rang me to sing me happy birthday in french down the line. It took me until the third line to unsderstand waht was going on. Weirdest nuclear warning siren ever!

So yeah, subconscious? You'll have to try better than that to scare me!

This is beyond awesome.

http://moviebob.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-go-of-your-hate.html#more

This is beyond awesome.

http://moviebob.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-go-of-your-hate.html#more