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Okay, I'm going to sit down and write one long entry today so I can get it over with and just sit down and study. I borrowed a book from someone last night that explains everything really simply, so I think I'm going to study from that for the first half of the day, then re-copy my equations sheet (this time knowing what the variables mean).
I guess we'll start with random meta-type things. This is the short film that won an Academy Award this year, if you haven't come across it yet. I don't know what to make of it... except that it's good, and definitely a little strange. Not sure how I should feel at the end. But anyway...
I had this really bizarre dream two nights ago that I kept meaning to write down yesterday, and now I can't remember most of it. It was really unusually action movie-like. I was down in this quarry on some kind of weird tour and they were filming some sort of movie, and for some reason, to get the right shot, the direction decided to dive this helicopter down towards this lake in the bottom of the quarry as something was dropped from this crane. The helicopter hit the water and went under, somehow knocking down the crane and breaking the some weird fire truck thing, and the firehose went out of control and started spewing flame all over the place. We ran into this giant concrete building before it all exploded and someone remarked "Wow, that's how Carl Sagan died." Some time later I was wandering around the other side of the quarry lake and this guy with two dogs decided to test whether I was good or evil or able to train dogs or something, so he let go of their chains and they both ran barking and frothing at me... then ran right past me and started forraging in this garbage can. It didn't make any sense at all, and the guy just laughed at me. There was some weird other part that some odd economic theories were involved in, but I can't remember it now. And all I can remember of the dream I had last night was that my parents had rented this really weird maroon-coloured old-style pickup truck to drive me home from Chicago.
Darnit, there was something I was going to write last night, but then I decided that it would be best if I went to sleep. Not that I've been all that productive this morning, but I'm promising myself now that I won't watch episode 22 of Gankutsuou until after I've gotten through at least three chapters of Physics.
Oh! Right... so I finally saw Back to the Future last night. All of it. I'm sure I'd seen parts here and there before... especially the beginning. That is one screwed up movie. It doesn't make any sense. And... the way people complain about things like that here, I have to wonder... why did no one shout enraged questions at it this time?! No matter what we watch, someone is shouting ridiculous questions at the screen... what's so special about Back to the Future that it's magically infallible? Is it just that it makes so very little sense that no one questions it? I mean, people wouldn't shut up at all during X-men the night before, and that's fairly simple to understand. Oh, and it's disturbing that his mom falls in love with him. Disturbing. But I'm not saying it wasn't great. And, while I was trying to study for Physics while guarding my computer (which was having a rather loud argument with the projector for some reason... it probably wanted to do movie night less than I did) I realized that our forefathers designed our money to be time traveller-proof. Not everyone checks the date on bills... but in a way it could be used as a safeguard against time travellers trying to exploit the system (you know all those schemes to get into the stock market in the past and invest in IBM or birth control or something). I'm going to have to work on this theory and see that it becomes common practice to check the year on the bill when looking to see if its counterfeit. If the year is from the future, the time traveller should be apprehended and interrogated until he or she hands over the secret to time travel. Then I'll go forward in time and stop Sir Isaac Newton and his devious partner Leibniz from ever going back in time and screwing things up with Calculus.
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bugboy3001, who I'm sure is only working with calculus to thwart Sir Isaac Newton's plans from within.
I guess we'll start with random meta-type things. This is the short film that won an Academy Award this year, if you haven't come across it yet. I don't know what to make of it... except that it's good, and definitely a little strange. Not sure how I should feel at the end. But anyway...
I had this really bizarre dream two nights ago that I kept meaning to write down yesterday, and now I can't remember most of it. It was really unusually action movie-like. I was down in this quarry on some kind of weird tour and they were filming some sort of movie, and for some reason, to get the right shot, the direction decided to dive this helicopter down towards this lake in the bottom of the quarry as something was dropped from this crane. The helicopter hit the water and went under, somehow knocking down the crane and breaking the some weird fire truck thing, and the firehose went out of control and started spewing flame all over the place. We ran into this giant concrete building before it all exploded and someone remarked "Wow, that's how Carl Sagan died." Some time later I was wandering around the other side of the quarry lake and this guy with two dogs decided to test whether I was good or evil or able to train dogs or something, so he let go of their chains and they both ran barking and frothing at me... then ran right past me and started forraging in this garbage can. It didn't make any sense at all, and the guy just laughed at me. There was some weird other part that some odd economic theories were involved in, but I can't remember it now. And all I can remember of the dream I had last night was that my parents had rented this really weird maroon-coloured old-style pickup truck to drive me home from Chicago.
Darnit, there was something I was going to write last night, but then I decided that it would be best if I went to sleep. Not that I've been all that productive this morning, but I'm promising myself now that I won't watch episode 22 of Gankutsuou until after I've gotten through at least three chapters of Physics.
Oh! Right... so I finally saw Back to the Future last night. All of it. I'm sure I'd seen parts here and there before... especially the beginning. That is one screwed up movie. It doesn't make any sense. And... the way people complain about things like that here, I have to wonder... why did no one shout enraged questions at it this time?! No matter what we watch, someone is shouting ridiculous questions at the screen... what's so special about Back to the Future that it's magically infallible? Is it just that it makes so very little sense that no one questions it? I mean, people wouldn't shut up at all during X-men the night before, and that's fairly simple to understand. Oh, and it's disturbing that his mom falls in love with him. Disturbing. But I'm not saying it wasn't great. And, while I was trying to study for Physics while guarding my computer (which was having a rather loud argument with the projector for some reason... it probably wanted to do movie night less than I did) I realized that our forefathers designed our money to be time traveller-proof. Not everyone checks the date on bills... but in a way it could be used as a safeguard against time travellers trying to exploit the system (you know all those schemes to get into the stock market in the past and invest in IBM or birth control or something). I'm going to have to work on this theory and see that it becomes common practice to check the year on the bill when looking to see if its counterfeit. If the year is from the future, the time traveller should be apprehended and interrogated until he or she hands over the secret to time travel. Then I'll go forward in time and stop Sir Isaac Newton and his devious partner Leibniz from ever going back in time and screwing things up with Calculus.
And Happy Birthday
bugboy3001, who I'm sure is only working with calculus to thwart Sir Isaac Newton's plans from within.
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Back to the Future is my favorite trilogy of all time. No poking at it! None! You are evil!
I'm not saying it's perfect, and I often amuse myself while watching it by trying to find plot holes, but I grr at you anyway. Grr!
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::runs away!::
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I thought of something Freudian to say, but I think I won't. Besides, Freud was full of crap. Have you ever read his thing on the link between creative writing and daydreams? Utter. Crap.
But yeah, it's cool. I was mostly joking anyway. People do like to say they don't like stuff for dumb reasons, I think because they like to be pretend critics. Even though they probably couldn't dissect a plotline's major themes if you held a gun to their collective heads. Stupid people.
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Psh... Freud couldn't even begin to explain what goes on in my mind, so any theory of his is automatically bunk in relation to me, anyway. (And I commend you for skipping over the obvious Freudian thing to say ^_^). I might have to read that thing on daydreams now, though, just to see what kind of utter crap it is.
Major themes? Plot line? What's that? Oh, and there are things in movies that aren't explained in the first five minutes, or that you have to figure out on your own? And you're not supposed to pester the other people in the room about them? I never would've guessed...