Nothing is random: I have said this before

[desperance]

Dogs have the Best Day Ever; cats have existential angst. Discuss.

Meanwhile, I must write an essayette on Gattaca and the paranoia of identity, its legitimy and authentification. This may call for a bottle of wine; it may call for a re-viewing of the movie. I know what I want to say, I just don't know if it's true yet. Maybe all the paranoia is my own? Certainly my own SF creation, the Upshot stories are all, but all about the paranoia of identity. It does not follow that it's true of all SF. Some things, I learn, are actually not about me. (How wrong is that? On a scale of one to eleven?)

Talking of which, speak it softly but I am actually having a good time with this rewrite. I am not quite remaking the novella from the ground up, no; but extra scenes are going in early, which recast what follows in a wholly different light. And make much better sense of it. Damn, I hate when that happens: when other people turn out to be right, y'know...? (Guilt! He can has guilt! Guilt and anger and desire, these three abide; and the greatest of these...?)

Also, gay boys whose hangovers smell of each other. Aww. So sweet, so special: Best Thing Ever. (And yes, yes, I know: I'm prejudiced. But still. One boy fumbling two glasses of juice; I melt. And try to tiptoe away discreetly, and end up oozing under the door to the ruination of the carpet...)

And tomorrow I must away again, down to Oxford. We have a TWF Oxfringe event on Saturday - Borders at 6.00pm, if you're in striking-range - and otherwise I shall burden Juliet with a weekend of wittering. Or else I shall sit in a corner and work, perhaps. Who can say?

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[moral-vacuum.livejournal.com]

That reminds me - I watched a PKD adaptation I'd never heard of the other night, called "The Imposter". Unfortunately Gary Sinise can't carry a film , Madeleine Stowe was botoxed so much that she had no expressions, and Vincent D'Onofrio was chewing the scenery as the "villian". It also suffered from budgetary contraints. But I gather that it was extended from a 37 minute short film which is supposed to be excellent. They didn't cop out too badly with the depressing ending - although I understand that the original story had the destruction of the entire world, not just a few thousand people. PKD: purveyor of headf*ck to the gentry.

PS: Of course everything's all about you!

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Damn - I saw that was around, but didn't realise it was PKD. No matter, I'll catch it next time.

And PS - yup, that is what I have always suspected.