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RELIEF. My advanced finance course is OVER. Worst one yet. I feel flattened by the grind of trying to pull off this work/school thing, but the next class (federal taxes, which really *does* sound better than finance, no lie) begins in a week...so I can only be road kill for a couple of days and then it's time to scrape up 2-D cartoon!me and keep moving. I'm not ready to exercise the option to take a term off yet. I have to save that one up for when the laser is about to saw me in half and Goldfinger is all, "No, Mr. Bond, I expect you to DIE!" Obviously, once the Goldfinger/laser/crotch scenarios kick in, it will be clear that I have lost it. I got new music along with my Legend of the Seeker DVDs (continues to be much-needed crack, fondly reminds me of early Farscape) and after listening on the way to/from work today, I'm totally obsessed with the most amazing song. No, I'm not saying what it is because I'm superstitious that way, but it's simple and sad and elevated to brilliance by the narrative structure...the lyrics have a story within a story and it's a must-vid, even though I don't yet have any idea what source to pair with it. It's going to keep burning my sad, pulpy brain until I figure it out. Help. Current Mood: exhausted
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Derivatives, y'all. They nasty. And warrants and convertibles can suck it, too (I outright skipped the warrant/convertible homework problems last week because I ran out of time and couldn't deal...must not have been the only one because the instructor sent out email saying he was giving full credit for the assignment without those problems). Finance makes my accounting classes seem all homey and cozy (LIKE A SLANKET, sekkie). Moving on to awesome, I can't even tell you how many times I've watched this video in the last week. You have to know that stupid Slap Chop commercial to appreciate the absurd humor (yes, he really says you're gonna love my nuts), but it's just so catchy and 2:21-2:43 is INSANELY cool remixing (plus the lady at the end = epic). I mean, I edit video (once a year, apparently) and I'm pretty damn handy with audio, but this makes me want to learn alllllllll about mixing/looping. I'd be all over it, if not for the fucking derivatives. Current Mood: cold
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a) I'm vidding, holy shit! I still don't have any time, but hey, who needs sleep? (tomorrow afternoon around 2:00 pm, ask me how well that's working out) b) Isn't it wonderful when a new (to you, anyway) song infiltrates your consciousness and demands that you make a vid that you didn't know you flat-out needed to make until exactly that moment? This thing brought me to tears tonight, and I don't think I've cried over one of my own vids since the very first one I made (the Darla/Connor vid, 2:40-2:50, which still gets me because I remember that sense of stunned wonder at bringing an idea to life on the timeline... hold on, I can do that?!?!!). The combination of the song and the POV it required opened floodgates. Yeah, Advanced Managerial Finance and work-a-day stress, suck on THAT -- at least a few hearthfires and holocausts are still banked down in me and you can't have 'em. c) There is, I am realizing, at least one positive to being entirely and completely unable to keep pace with the vidding community -- releasing vids, watching vids, discussing vids, etc. The positive is that I'm so out of it that it's freeing. No worries about whether I'll be on-trend (I won't) or how people will respond (aww, that chasa girl, does she still vid? how quaint!) or whatever the fuck else. Maybe I won't even finish it. Maybe I won't finish another vid ever! Or maybe I'll finish it this weekend. See -- freeing! d) Neither vidding nor catharsis: sweet God, I hope the G-20 doesn't royally screw up my life for the next two days. Because world leaders, summit, blahblahblahhhhh, think whatever you like of me, but all I truly care about is traffic and road closures and getting to and from work in a timely fashion (since we are NOT closed like so many other local schools and businesses and I can't stay home). It was like a ghost town today (G-20 doesn't officially begin until tomorrow) and I zipped to work on the highway in record time, so I'm hoping that everyone is camping out at home and it will be, like, just me and President Obama and some other dudes, toodling around town on empty streets and waving gleefully at each other. Current Mood: ecstatic
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A recurring theme: serene and lovely weekend days with the windows open make me happy, but they do *not* inspire productivity. I am behind on homework. Weirdly, I have been coughing up little snippets of Bond/Vesper fic, and dude, I don't write fic. I really don't. Speaking of both recurring themes and fic, I just found a great Bond/Vesper fic on ff.net. Except then it dawned on me that I hadn't "just" found it at all -- I had read and loved it in on LJ several months earlier: Come Hell Or High Water by teh_noI missed the sign-up deadline for Challenge #2, not that it constitutes a great loss to the world. This is my brain on option pricing models and corporate valuation (cannot. wait. until this class is over...no more straight finance classes after this one). I feel, most of the time, like I'm barely keeping it together and I'm on the verge of failing massively at everything. But when I take two steps back from that omgicantdoitimagonnadiiiiiiiiieeee sensation, and calmly assess what is right now, it's OK. All A's in my classes and work is happy with me. The pets are cute as buttons. I have gin and a (grubby) roof over my head and not too much dirty laundry (today). Hey, if anyone sees Eva Green's new movie, Cracks, pop up on the intarwebbynet-thingamabobs, could you maybe ping me? If you think of it. It premiered at the Toronto Film Festival on Friday, so I'm, like, totally full of hope with regard to finding it soon. Just hoping I won't forget...to keep looking. Is it any wonder I'm spewing bits of Casino Royale fic given that she showed up in Toronto looking so luminous? I'm excited about all of her upcoming projects... Womb with Matt Smith looks unbearably creepy but very arty and The Last Word will co-star her and Ewan McGregor, which is honestly ALL I need to know about that. Current Mood: contemplative
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