when chall we three meet again...

Just got back from the class dinner at Fish & Co. Food was good but I have the usual complaint that it was too noisy for proper conversation to be easily had. This is why I prefer gatherings at houses rather than restaurants. But then, so much more to clean up... :p Still, good, fun evening.

Afdhal saw me reading Capote and gave me a quick run-down of the movie. (I actually very much enjoy discussing this kind of thing with Afdhal because he's so well-informed. Unfortunately I have nowhere that kind of interest or retention he does and often talking to him leaves this vague, floundering kind of feeling. The kind I get when some of my true otaku friends get down with each other. Conversationally I mean. What were you thinking?) The gist of what he described was that Capote did not help the man he was in love with (a convict) and let him die because he was basically writing their relationship out as his next book and it needed a good ending.

This got me thinking: firstly, if Capote were a woman, would his romance still hold the same disquieting note as it does in the movie? What if being gay is what adds to the 'originality' of the thing so to speak? In which case 'originality' sounds an awful lot like just putting the next most risque thing out there. Whereupon the talent becomes the ability to gauge what that thing is. Too far ahead of the curve and it'll just be too much for sensibilities. Too little and it becomse mundane.

There was a secondly... what was my second point? Ugh, yet another brilliant example of what facebooking while you blog will do to your thought process...

I really like climbing on stuff. I don't know why...

And if other people can't get up on it? That simply adds to the pleasure.

I don't know why my psyche's built that way but it is. Oh well. Makes for good pictures at least.

Zombie

I FINISHED MY INK SUBMISSION.

Now I just hope Estelle remembers to help me hand it in. Been a freakin' zombie at school all day on account on having stayed up till four this morning to finish the piece. And I found out after all that trouble, I might get disqualified because although it's monochrome, it's not in black and white. I'm tempted to say heck cares since last year's winning entries were in full colour but this year's INK people seem to have their act together better than last year's. It makes me think about how in clubs and societies (as in all organizations?) every new generation/cohort can improve on the last's. But at the same time, it's very easy to get complacent and back-slide. I mean, TC used to totally pwnzorz Spectra in membership and rep but now... it's plenty different. I'm not saying they're worse than us but they've lost ground and we've gained alot. It's the prospect of the CCA hand-over that's making me think this. Spectra's come so far in the last year (less than a year actually since someone handed over the reigns to us late.) and I really want to see it go further. At the same time I don't want us to sacrifice the sense of fun that prevails throughout the CCA. I think I can honestly say that everyone in Spectra enjoys our weekly meetings. Some more than others, true, but nobody's there because they just need a CCA and don't want to be there. (Well, maybe one or two of the J2s are but we're on the way out...)

Jano wrote a damn funny thing. If I can find it, I'll post it up. It's... it's Spectra fanfiction. I'm very disturbed...

I like Friday PE. Either we play games or we do... stuff like today. So the drama.

Neeta reminds me alot of my sec four English Literature teacher... 'nuff said.

When's mothers' day? I have one mother and two grandmothers to prep for.

Argh, no Spectra next week for me; I have to go for my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary dinner.