Tchaikovsky’s 1812 Overture.
Heartbreaking yet joyous.
Just a thought.
In the Matrix movies, why do all the people have American accents? Whether they are Chinese, White, Black, Jewish, Buddhist, Christian, they all seem to stem from America.
I think the only guy who didn’t have an American accent was Seraph, but he’s a program. Oh, and the Merovingian too. British trying too hard to pass off as French. And his wife. Italian, I believe. Hee.
And why do the people that are born right in Zion have American accents too? There was one council member that had a British accent. Never knew where she got that from.
Does that mean only people living in America gets to be unplugged?
NTU test… and other things.
Had the SADM faculty test today. It was ok. Ok. Yeah. I *would* like to elaborate on it, but apparantly they forbid us from doing so.
K.
I have nothing to talk about.
Kid kills rabbits. Yay.
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Watched V for Vendetta for the third time. With Dad today. Next target: Mom.
Just a few things that bother me a bit.
If Evey has to stay at V’s place for a year, and she obviously doesn’t look 50, does she ask V to get her pads from the nearby 7-11?
And makeup?
And clothes? How would he know what she wants to wear? Women and clothes.
Does V clean out the garbage? What about her discarded pads? Does he clean them up too?
What about new bras?
Shampoo?
Speaking of which, does V have a shower? A bathtub? Strange that we’ve seen almost every inch of the Shadow Gallery - the kitchen, the fake jail cells, the shrine to Valerie - and yet no bathroom. Maybe he uses Prothero’s.
Where does he sleep if he gave Evey his bed? Does he take off his mask while he sleeps?
Doesn’t he get scared thinking Evey might be watching him sleep?
Doesn’t Evey get scared thinking V might be watching her sleep?
Does V have a penis? Might explain the lack of a bathroom.
If there’s no bathroom, where does Evey go to do her stuff?
… And pads?
SMU interview… and other things
SMU interview the other day.
2 guys. Couldn’t quite pinpoint their accents, but they’re not 1. British or 2. American. I just pulled something out of air and assumed they were Welsh. Or Scottish. Or one of those upper England people.
Told Dad, and he went on about his Somerset joke. Yayness.
Strange interview. We were just throwing things around in the air. Half of what they said probably bounced off my ears, but I really tried hard to keep up. First it was me being a photographer, and then the subjectivity of beauty, then something about a paedophile and then the black/white issues of justice.
Then he told me that radical subjectivity isn’t a good thing. Yeah, well, until I see something that can’t be debatable then I’ll concede.
I was trying to do a bit of research the other day online, figuring out what type of questions they would ask and stuff like that. Most of the results were blogs, and most of the time the entries will go along the lines of ‘I spoke nonsense’, or ‘I spoke rubbish’. I thought what the bloggers said were ridiculous… how do you speak nonsense? You must have remembered something!
And there it was. During the interview, I was really speaking nonsense. I can’t remember what I said at all.
Apparantly the question I asked impressed them a little. Something about the environment at SMU.
Ugh I haven’t gone for driving in 2 months. I can’t stand going to that place. The trip itself is painful.
New computer! YAY
