I’ve decided to get a campaign going. It pisses me off when I see right-wingers and old grannies going on about how homos have no right to march, that they’re citizens of a worse category, and so on (if this isn’t happening on a mass scale where you live, you’re obviously not living in Poland). It annoys me because during WWII them homos were fighting and dying for their country just like their straight comrades. Inb4evidenceplz: unless the Nazis had some super secret weapon that allowed them to see a person’s sexual orientation, (think the Shinigami eyes from Death Note, but for sex) they would not be capable of catching every single homosexual person in Warsaw, and most of the insurgents were normal people, and so there had to be at least one homo amongst those brave young souls. So as far as probability and statistics go, I win, and so I am starting a campaign: GAYS FOUGHT IN THE UPRISING, TOO!
Why the Warsaw Uprising? Because it’s the sixthy-fifth anniversary this year, and it’s a huge deal in the Polish media. I’ve got a few months to get things going: set up the website, position it in Google, spread the word through friends and social networking websites… This’ll be fun.
Besides, even if I’m wrong and homosexuality is but a post-modernist deviation… It’ll be fun to heckle all the hardcore Catholics.
Wow, this is turning into a weekly thing rather than daily thing. ZING.
Life’s been rolling along. Of the four assignments I have to submit (five counting my final project) I’ve handed in three. Doing well, just one more to go, then start working on my story. I’m perfectly zen, no stress, so it’ll be all fun.
My brother and his gf are popping in from Gdańsk for a few days on Sunday, so it will also be a lot of fun. :)
Also, just finished watching Eurovision. I love it, it’s just a pity that nobody took the piss this year.
Relatively long time, no blog. I can’t say why I hadn’t been updating. It’s not as if interesting things have stopped happening to me, or if I started spending all my days staring blankly at walls. No, things have been happening a bit.
I’ve only started working on my assignments, which is a bit late for me. I normally like to hand all my crap in a week early, whereas I’ve only started writing my film script and it’s due Tuesday. Hell, I’ve not even started thinking what I’ll do for my Creative writing and place module, and that’s due in on thursday. Still plenty of time, though, which is I guess why I like my usual approach - it gives me much more space to laze about if the need, or indeed the want, dictates.
I got a haircut on Wednesday. I’ve gone pretty radical, from well past the shoulder to a very short pob-y kind of style. I hadn’t properly cut my hair since I was 13, and so when I saw him snipping off tress after tress I nearly had a fit… But it had to be done. And man, it feels SO good to have short hair! So comfortable, and my hair’s not THAT short.
Oh, and I’ve met someone. But that shall remain under wraps for some time still. :)
I’ve not been updating much recently because I’ve been going through what I like to call “a meh patch”. I’d like to say what exactly caused it, but I’m not too sure, so I’ll just rant for a while. Brace yourselves.
I’ve lost the will to leave the house. Normally, when I want to do go something, I’m stopped by my laziness. This laziness is sometimes very easy to overcome, sometimes it takes a while and some determination, but in most cases I manage to get my act together and just bloody leave. Recently, I just don’t want to leave the house. I keep telling myself that it’s a waste of time and life to just sit around drawing, or writing, or watching films, but while that normally works, now I just don’t care. The result is that I’ve noticed my neurosis creeping back, slowly, but surely; as if it remembered that last time I stayed inside for a week it was mid-2007 and I was going through a massive nervous breakdown.
I did, however, leave the house on Thursday, to see a PRR gig. Okay, so PRR were just supporting, but I went to see them anyway. I had a bout of neurosis on the train, but once I was out in King’s Cross, things got better. PRR were good, although Jon still can’t sing, and you still sometimes get the impression they don’t really know how to play their instruments, but compared to the utter tragedy of them back in 2007, things are looking up ;)
Lastly, I’ve not been properly annoyed by my love-life (or rather the horrible mess that once resembled a love-life) for a couple of months. In the last few days, all I can see is people coupling up and being all cuddly and all, and it’s beginning to really get to me. In moments like this I always ask myself what the fuck is wrong with me, or what am I doing wrong. In before: sitting in the house for a week; if that was the case, I’d had been mightily successful in the male departament before the meh descended upon me.
Meh.
I watched the entire original Star Wars trilogy just so I could hear Ackbar scream: “IT’S A TRAP!” at just the right moment. But thanks to that I noticed that the line also appears in “Empire Strikes Back”, when Luke strolls into Lando’s mining city and Leia screams it out loud to warn him.
I also found a funny little tidbit in “Return of the Jedi”: at the very beginning, when C3PO talks the the “camera” outside Jabba’s palace and asks if this is where Jabba lives he asks, more or less: “Ay tutai mishka Jabba the Hutt?”, which is nothing more, nothing less than Yiddishified Polish. I lol’ed hard.
I also hate Arthur for always knowing best what’s wrong in my pictures. No, I don’t, I’m glad I have someone to go to who will always give me a list of things that are wrong that I can’t see for myself! Mighty convienient, that.
I spent the weekend oekaki-ing. Really. So far, not much, but hey, it’s fun.
I also got promoted to senior member on dA. Yes, I am hyper about it.
My project got the thumbs-up from Sunny today. This has made me happy, and now I just have some small changes to make and I can start on the less interesting part: the commentary. Apparently, “for the lulz” does not valid commentary make. Damn.
I also got to meet my lovely cousin, Magda, today. Call me stupid, but I only ever had one blood cousin in my life, so it’s special for me.
I finally went to see the Popova/Rodchenko exhibition in the Tate Modern today. I really felt sorry for the whole bunch; they were all so full of joy and ethusiasm, spent years coming up with the perfect artform that would serve the people under the glorious new system and then Stalin came along and said: “SOCIALIST REALISM TIEM NAO”. Bummer.
Also, I watched “Sex in the City: The Movie”. I’d never actually seen anything from this series, so I decided to go for an overview. I still regret it. I struggle to recall when I had last seen a film so bad. The hollowness of all the characters depressed me, the near-sexual aura created spending huge wads of money alarmed me, the emphasis put on shoes and dresses and designer labels made me wonder if women really are that daft, obvious ego issues of all authors involved spewed from the screen; then there was the hypocrisy of claiming love and friends are what’s important in life but portraying real happiness as a new pair of shoes/a new handbag/a designer dress, and on top of all that the acting was dreadful. The only redeeming feature of the entire film was Jason Lewis, and he was present only to have sex once, be late a couple of times and be dumped in the end.I think I don’t have big enough ego issues and/or minority complexes to enjoy a film about a lifestyle that I find empty and pointless. Oh, well.
