In which I recap my weekend
Jan. 29th, 2007 11:18 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trinityvixenHoly Jeezum, did I do a lot of nothing this weekend. And it was awesome. I am sure that no one other than the involved parties read the live-blogging of the horrid Sci-Fi channel movies, but that was a lot more fun than I expected it to be, mostly because the first set of terrible movies were watched while drinking.
Also? You can really get into the absolute ridiculosity of movies like Manticore and Gryphon which don't attempt to explain their crazy-ass no-make-sense-ed-ness after watching about fifteen billion hours of The Outer Limits. I seemed to remember that show (the new version) not being so bad, and, for the most part, it's decent enough. It's just that it's horribly fucking insulting that every episode I watched featured either mad scientist killing people to defend his lethal creations or doctors mutilating people's brains or inventing super-Ebola. Was this what it was like for people back in the days before informed consent and the Patients' Bill of Rights? Because, seriously? Glad I wasn't even aware of this shit back then. I'd have gone even longer without seeing a doctor than I already have (about five years and running!).
Not to mention that, of course, as time has passed, the science has changed but the popular myths about science espoused by something as deeply researched as The Outer Limits are still in full force. Number One Irritating Myth About Science: the "we only use 10% of our brains" crap. If that were true, then 90% of our brain would be atrophying like unused muscle and the loss of neurons with age and disease wouldn't matter. WE USE ALL OF OUR BRAIN. STOP PRETENDING WE DON'T AND THAT WE WILL FIND JEEBUS IF WE KEEP THINKING OUR BRAINS ARE HIDING SHIT FROM US. Really, just stop. I only wish I could employ 90% of my brain away from that show at times. Doesn't mean I won't finish the DVDs so I can return them to my parents.
The point of doing nothing this weekend was the point. I was so tired by Friday that I actually managed to fall back asleep Saturday morning when I woke up way too early to get out of bed, which is something I so rarely manage. I needed--craved--sleep like food. Hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonlightalice and wellgull was great. Chatting with usually MIA roommate was fun. Sleeping was awesome. I stayed up so late on Sunday that I slept until my former roommate called me at 2 pm and was like, "Soooo, I guess this means you're not coming ice skating, like, right now?" Nope. I got up, but that was as much a concession to not-laziness as I could make.
If I haven't said it here before, let me state for the record that my personal hero is Peter Gibbons from Office Space. When I saw that movie for the first time, before it achieved cult icon status and the jokes made more sense to me, the one thing I got, just instinctively, was his idea that, if he could, he would do nothing with his time and like it. When he spent his post-hypnosis weekend in bed ignoring the phone? Yesssss. I need one of those weekends every so often.
They're terribly productive, too, even if that's kind of counter-intuitive. I got a tiny chunk of my sister's wedding cross-stitch done, which doesn't look like much but requires so many thread changes and such that I know it was a lot more work than it seems (stupid tiny flowers needing to be stitched ::grumblecakes::). Only just last night I started to use the fill-in color between the small parts of the design on the lady's dress, and now it's full and pretty and I'm renewed in my vigor to work on it. Which is great because I have another half-day's worth of The Outer Limits to get through, and the only way I can survive that is to be doing something with my hands so I don't throttle the DVDs...
Also? You can really get into the absolute ridiculosity of movies like Manticore and Gryphon which don't attempt to explain their crazy-ass no-make-sense-ed-ness after watching about fifteen billion hours of The Outer Limits. I seemed to remember that show (the new version) not being so bad, and, for the most part, it's decent enough. It's just that it's horribly fucking insulting that every episode I watched featured either mad scientist killing people to defend his lethal creations or doctors mutilating people's brains or inventing super-Ebola. Was this what it was like for people back in the days before informed consent and the Patients' Bill of Rights? Because, seriously? Glad I wasn't even aware of this shit back then. I'd have gone even longer without seeing a doctor than I already have (about five years and running!).
Not to mention that, of course, as time has passed, the science has changed but the popular myths about science espoused by something as deeply researched as The Outer Limits are still in full force. Number One Irritating Myth About Science: the "we only use 10% of our brains" crap. If that were true, then 90% of our brain would be atrophying like unused muscle and the loss of neurons with age and disease wouldn't matter. WE USE ALL OF OUR BRAIN. STOP PRETENDING WE DON'T AND THAT WE WILL FIND JEEBUS IF WE KEEP THINKING OUR BRAINS ARE HIDING SHIT FROM US. Really, just stop. I only wish I could employ 90% of my brain away from that show at times. Doesn't mean I won't finish the DVDs so I can return them to my parents.
The point of doing nothing this weekend was the point. I was so tired by Friday that I actually managed to fall back asleep Saturday morning when I woke up way too early to get out of bed, which is something I so rarely manage. I needed--craved--sleep like food. Hanging out with
moonlightalice and wellgull was great. Chatting with usually MIA roommate was fun. Sleeping was awesome. I stayed up so late on Sunday that I slept until my former roommate called me at 2 pm and was like, "Soooo, I guess this means you're not coming ice skating, like, right now?" Nope. I got up, but that was as much a concession to not-laziness as I could make.If I haven't said it here before, let me state for the record that my personal hero is Peter Gibbons from Office Space. When I saw that movie for the first time, before it achieved cult icon status and the jokes made more sense to me, the one thing I got, just instinctively, was his idea that, if he could, he would do nothing with his time and like it. When he spent his post-hypnosis weekend in bed ignoring the phone? Yesssss. I need one of those weekends every so often.
They're terribly productive, too, even if that's kind of counter-intuitive. I got a tiny chunk of my sister's wedding cross-stitch done, which doesn't look like much but requires so many thread changes and such that I know it was a lot more work than it seems (stupid tiny flowers needing to be stitched ::grumblecakes::). Only just last night I started to use the fill-in color between the small parts of the design on the lady's dress, and now it's full and pretty and I'm renewed in my vigor to work on it. Which is great because I have another half-day's worth of The Outer Limits to get through, and the only way I can survive that is to be doing something with my hands so I don't throttle the DVDs...
