That would be "Hilary" with one L, regardless of recent events. I'm avoiding doing any work, so have a few notes:
-For those living under a rock, Hillary Clinton won the New Hampshire primary. I am happy about this. I am actually also happy about McCain winning, too, in a way. I seem to have two ways of thinking about the Republican contest: I'm torn between wanting it to be McCain, whose McCain-Feingold campaign finance reforms impressed me as being thoroughly sensible and/or un-Republican, and wanting it to be Huckabee, who can probably be relied on more than the others to fuck it up in November.
-Oh, look, Ron Paul is a horrible man. (Re: Ron Paul, I am a geek, a fangirl, I spend my life online. I'm also not stupid. In other words, it baffles me how he, a conservative Republican from Texas, seems to want to appeal to my demographic.)
-This xkcd is still the story of my life, though.
-Via the BBC, what Hillary Clinton's victory means for Britain.
In other news, I should rent myself out as Lifesize Goth Barbie and go to Intrusion more often. Last night at
pridehouse,
sebastienne and others got me glittered, eyelinered, backcombed and into a corset. This done, I went with about twelve people and gaily Intruded. I've never quite seen the appeal of corsetry, being lacking in, er, curves, and I'm not sure I do now, but it was delightful fun nevertheless. I wanted to be a goth when I was fourteen. Now I can dress how I like, and I don't want to be one any more. Life is such a tragedy. Oddly enough, the smell last night - alcohol, leather, sweat and apple dry ice, all mixed together - was wonderfully evocative. I remember why I wanted to be a goth, at least.
(Nowadays, alas, the term makes me want to make jokes about the fall of the Roman Empire.)
Right. Back to the work I am avoiding doing. Because I am a PPEist, and have been doing two essays a week for nearly two years, I get a pay-off - a Hilary term devoted only to core paper revision. This is a level of self-direction new even to me - I am incapable of doing anything now without the pressure of a two-day deadline. All I want to do is read political blogs and fanfiction, and write slow dreamy TOS fic into a notepad window. At the end of the week, the auditions for the Aeneid begin and
foulds and I will have to start casting and doing other things that working with real people. I am looking forward to this.
Work. Yes. The most exciting thing in my life at this moment is the prospect of lying around with my flatmates watching A Bit of Fry and Laurie, and noting Pat's reaction to the fact that Hugh Laurie is not, indeed, American.
Yes, yes, work, I can has subjective ethics revision nao, whoop.
-For those living under a rock, Hillary Clinton won the New Hampshire primary. I am happy about this. I am actually also happy about McCain winning, too, in a way. I seem to have two ways of thinking about the Republican contest: I'm torn between wanting it to be McCain, whose McCain-Feingold campaign finance reforms impressed me as being thoroughly sensible and/or un-Republican, and wanting it to be Huckabee, who can probably be relied on more than the others to fuck it up in November.
-Oh, look, Ron Paul is a horrible man. (Re: Ron Paul, I am a geek, a fangirl, I spend my life online. I'm also not stupid. In other words, it baffles me how he, a conservative Republican from Texas, seems to want to appeal to my demographic.)
-This xkcd is still the story of my life, though.
-Via the BBC, what Hillary Clinton's victory means for Britain.
In other news, I should rent myself out as Lifesize Goth Barbie and go to Intrusion more often. Last night at
(Nowadays, alas, the term makes me want to make jokes about the fall of the Roman Empire.)
Right. Back to the work I am avoiding doing. Because I am a PPEist, and have been doing two essays a week for nearly two years, I get a pay-off - a Hilary term devoted only to core paper revision. This is a level of self-direction new even to me - I am incapable of doing anything now without the pressure of a two-day deadline. All I want to do is read political blogs and fanfiction, and write slow dreamy TOS fic into a notepad window. At the end of the week, the auditions for the Aeneid begin and
Work. Yes. The most exciting thing in my life at this moment is the prospect of lying around with my flatmates watching A Bit of Fry and Laurie, and noting Pat's reaction to the fact that Hugh Laurie is not, indeed, American.
Yes, yes, work, I can has subjective ethics revision nao, whoop.