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rsadelleIt's true, you know. At least, I never used "random" in the colloquial sense of odd, unexpected, as in, "That was totally random," or, "This random guy came up to me the other day." It is, I suppose, a logical consequence of its more scientific meaning of without pattern.
Remember back when I was depressed and couldn't sleep? Well, now I feel better and all I want to do is sleep. And my subconscious is not being helpful. Usually, if I remember my dreams, they're strange assortments of images that need interpretation to be understood. For example, I dreamed that one of my teeth broke in half, and, according to swoon.com, in dreams "broken or unusually worn-down teeth are a sign of the deterioration of an important relationship." More recently, I dreamed, with more obvious symbolism, that a friend and I said goodbye, then had to cross different bridges to get to our respective trains. Thank you very much, subconscious, but I already know we're different people on different paths.
I needed something to distract me from my overwhelming compulsion to sleep before class today, and went back to a picture that Nette and I once discussed as a possible basis for an AU (alternate universe for the uninitiated) set in the 50s. James and Lars would be the ringleaders, Jason the reasonable one, and Kirk, I think, would oscillate between going along with whatever James and Lars want to do and backing up Jason's objections. I'd love to be able to write it, but my sum total of knowledge about the 50s comes from Grease, which is really a 70s vision of the 50s.
Despite my earlier post about the importance of disagreeing, I find myself growing weary of forever being the lone dissident. I'm somewhere in between the swans, who, incidentally, I don't revere, and Joanne, with whom I nearly always disagree. If you're writing, even if it's just for fun, you ought to want to do it well, especially if you want other people to gain enjoyment out of it. If you think other people don't write well, but could, you should do something about it. I fail to see the point in remaining on a list merely for the sake of bitching about it, just as I don't understand the point of posting to fanfiction.net (no link because I hate the site) merely for the sake of being flamed.
Remember back when I was depressed and couldn't sleep? Well, now I feel better and all I want to do is sleep. And my subconscious is not being helpful. Usually, if I remember my dreams, they're strange assortments of images that need interpretation to be understood. For example, I dreamed that one of my teeth broke in half, and, according to swoon.com, in dreams "broken or unusually worn-down teeth are a sign of the deterioration of an important relationship." More recently, I dreamed, with more obvious symbolism, that a friend and I said goodbye, then had to cross different bridges to get to our respective trains. Thank you very much, subconscious, but I already know we're different people on different paths.
I needed something to distract me from my overwhelming compulsion to sleep before class today, and went back to a picture that Nette and I once discussed as a possible basis for an AU (alternate universe for the uninitiated) set in the 50s. James and Lars would be the ringleaders, Jason the reasonable one, and Kirk, I think, would oscillate between going along with whatever James and Lars want to do and backing up Jason's objections. I'd love to be able to write it, but my sum total of knowledge about the 50s comes from Grease, which is really a 70s vision of the 50s.
Despite my earlier post about the importance of disagreeing, I find myself growing weary of forever being the lone dissident. I'm somewhere in between the swans, who, incidentally, I don't revere, and Joanne, with whom I nearly always disagree. If you're writing, even if it's just for fun, you ought to want to do it well, especially if you want other people to gain enjoyment out of it. If you think other people don't write well, but could, you should do something about it. I fail to see the point in remaining on a list merely for the sake of bitching about it, just as I don't understand the point of posting to fanfiction.net (no link because I hate the site) merely for the sake of being flamed.