Being glad I'm not New Age
Dec. 4th, 2005 11:11 am*sigh*
Another of those nights where I fall asleep and my dreams are haunted by people I used to know who keep telling me cryptic things and almost connecting with me, till I wake in the morning and wonder "What did that all mean?". It happens once a month or so, and always leaves me feeling vaguely depressed and wary the next day. So I'm thankful that I'm not New Age or hardcore pagan, because then I'd have to spend a bunch of time pondering the purported meaningfulness of it all. As it is, I discipline my mind to asserting "that was some random neural firing there, and nothing more" and call it good. Because, y'know, self-preservation is our friend.
In other news - saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last night (finally). It was very pretty. Reasonably gripping and engaging while you're watching it, and leaving a faint pleasant aftertaste and no intellectual engagement after it. Like milk chocolate. Which is about how I felt about the book HPIV, so that all works just fine. So far movie #3 was my favorite, but as J. quite reasonably points out, this is probably because bk #3 was my favorite.
Eh. Time to eat some breakfast and drag myself to the gym. My hip aches like mad.
Another of those nights where I fall asleep and my dreams are haunted by people I used to know who keep telling me cryptic things and almost connecting with me, till I wake in the morning and wonder "What did that all mean?". It happens once a month or so, and always leaves me feeling vaguely depressed and wary the next day. So I'm thankful that I'm not New Age or hardcore pagan, because then I'd have to spend a bunch of time pondering the purported meaningfulness of it all. As it is, I discipline my mind to asserting "that was some random neural firing there, and nothing more" and call it good. Because, y'know, self-preservation is our friend.
In other news - saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last night (finally). It was very pretty. Reasonably gripping and engaging while you're watching it, and leaving a faint pleasant aftertaste and no intellectual engagement after it. Like milk chocolate. Which is about how I felt about the book HPIV, so that all works just fine. So far movie #3 was my favorite, but as J. quite reasonably points out, this is probably because bk #3 was my favorite.
Eh. Time to eat some breakfast and drag myself to the gym. My hip aches like mad.