I'm still sick. It came back last night, after going into hibernation for about six hours. It would seem that my health is strongly linked to the position of the sun in the sky, or perhaps the the amount of daylight in my vicinity; sick at night/early morning, healthy in the afternoon.

But enough about that. Last night, I couldn't sleep, so I started thinking about the Project and all the things I can do with it. Because that's basically the point of it; it's an exercise in ingenuity / mixing blue and yellow to create a magical shade of green with the property of Healing / fun with "magic" science.

I have a couple of plot ideas I want to explore. And there are a couple of scenes that I have to write (mainly a big battle scene: enemy troops and air ships with actual weapons against the Handlers with their artefacts, with support from the Engine). But there are things I have to work out before I can do any of them. That's the problem with creating a new world from scratch, I think; you have to set up the rules as you go, based on what you encounter. But you also don't always know what you CAN encounter until you have some rules set up. It's a little bit Catch 22ish; you need one to create the other, but you need the other to build the one.

Anyway, I couldn't sleep*, so I got out my sketch pad and my list of artefacts and I started thinking. And I started ingenuing. And I started mixing blues with yellows. And then I drew a cat for some reason, but then I got back to the task at hand and started having fun with my pseudomagic. I came up with a way for the Random Generators to be used safely inside the dome from outside, without damaging the dome itself, and without killing the User by creating a toxic environment. I decided it would be easier for the User to create lots of tiny rock golems and then use Grow or Amplify to, basically, turn them into War Golems. There was also the idea that I could probably create sonic weaponry using a pitchfork, a sock and a mirror.

But it didn't stop there; I started asking myself some questions. If your opponents temporarily lost gravity on the battlefield, would that not be awesome? And if you had a way of making lightning strike perpetually - not just repeated strikes, but making the same strike last forever - wouldn't that be an amazing alternate energy source? Weapon? Way to fuck up weather patterns? ('Cause if you've got lightning continuously striking, it has to be continuously recharging, and clouds charge by moving around a lot, so you'd need lots of motion in the one spot... it'd be like a cloud running on a treadmill, but at super speed.) Not to mention the havoc it would wreck on the local electromagnetic field, creating a super(-) along the arc of lightning (or would it just be at the point of discharge?) and a super(+) in the area surrounding the cloud.

And that was really just for the battle scene. I still have heaps of ideas for when the artefacts are basically let to roam free through the outpost and the hilariously devastating consequences thereof. The possessions will be most fun, I think.

Writing introductory material is boring though. I already know all of this stuff; I created it! I just want to jump ahead to the good bits. Aaaaaargh!




*Actually, that's just an excuse; to be honest, I was trying to incur another Project-based dream by going to sleep still thinking about it / saturating my brain with it. I'm such a greedy little so'n'so - like two nights of dreams in a row isn't enough? I just wish I could remember more of the specifics of the second nights' dreams - I know they were fantastic and full of action and detail and Projecty goodness, but the only real specific I can remember is scene with a bunch of metal panels, six of them I think, full of wires and stuff, attached in six-pack formation, each one representing a different artefact. One of them was Storm (Lightning). The six-pack was flying, and I think there was someone below it. My view of the scene was bird's eye, and the scene itself seems, in memory, like a screenshot from a computer game. There may also have been running through a hall. And someone twisting, dying. But I'm not sure.
...and most of this morning's random illness has gone. Woohoo! Gosh, do I love sleep.
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I'll start from the ones that are most like "I'm creeped out because he was sober when he fell for me and made out with me" and move to the ones more like "ow".

- last night's dream was about 85% Project: Ether Engine, with plot after plot after plot, and it was glorious and it spells my impending doom. (The other 15% was dreaming about drinking with work people (without ever actually getting my drink), trying to fix one of their pokemon games, and once again being the only one at work to actually BE working.)
- I just spent only about four lines writing about my dreams.
- it's 8:30, and I am fully awake; I've already done the "that dream was fun, let's go back to it" routine that I usually do several times a morning.
- last night, I suddenly realised that I have no idea who I am - other people have specialties and are GOOD at them, and defining characteristics, and are near-complete people; I can't think of anything like that that actually applies to me. Not in a good way, anyway.
- I woke up with a headache. Actually, more of a base-of-skull ache. And I was sweaty. And there were no nightmares to explain it. So I thought I was sick.
- Now, my throat hurts. And I'm kinda tingly all over, where by "tingly all over", I actually mean "the aches have spread everywhere". And all I want to do is go back to bed but OH MY GOD I CAN'T because it's 8:30, I am fully awake, and this is clearly an omen of my impending doom.

... in which David has a newfound appreciation for elevators.

Saturday - Quang's 21st. Really good night, and I love some of the photos that were taken. Cyn and I spent the day in the city putting together his present (he's in chocsoc, so... we made a bit of a hamper for him). Met some really cool people at the party, and then a couple of us went to Pancakes on the Rocks after.

Sunday - Had dinner with Amy and Kelly and Rosanna and her kid. Thai was pretty good. Rosanna took Alec home while the three of us went drinking. Champers at the Ashy - is there anything classier? Did something really stupid on the way home.

Monday - woke up feeling like crap. Wasn't just a hangover - I've been feeling sick for three days now. Wonder if it's a reaction to the Thai or anxiety over the Stupidity. Or both. Both started AND finished my essay for Music and Politics.

Tuesday - still feeling sick, went to uni. Had to drop off an essay for Politics to the Seymour Centre, and on my way in, Pete, the guy behind the front desk, told me to cheer up. "Just for you, Pete." Went up, did my stuff, and got back into the elvator. Another guy got in with me and, as he was kind of cute, I checked him out a little bit and looked away. And then he looked over at me and looked away. And then I looked over at him and he looked over at me and we shared a smile. And it was nice. Then we got off the elevator and I let him go through the door first, which I guess he found cute because it made him turn around and laugh and say thanks. Then we started talking, but we were interupted by someone from one of his classes walking down the corridor the other way; he totally tried to steal the guys attention! So I thought I'd just bow out gracefully and head out on my own, but every time I took a step, the guy sort of came with me, so I got the impression he wasn't ready to leave me just yet. So we walked out of Seymour still talking, but our paths had to part (looked like he was going to go down to Redfern, while I was going to Ralph's to meet Alex), sadly. So we said quick goodbyes and left.

However! Upon getting to the other side of Seymour, there I see him coming my way. Awesome. So we talk as we cross City Road. And then we talk our way through Victoria Park ("Oh, I can go through this way, yeah. Just have to move my car.") And we talk our way up to the front lawns. That's when we decide to introduce ourselves (his name is Oscar), but it's also where we have to finally part ways, because it'd be even more obvious if he'd said that he could go my way <i>via Manning</i> to get to his car which was probably on the other side of the footbridge.

The annoying thing is, though, that I could have spent the next while with him. Turns out Alex had to cancel on me for lunch, which I understand, but I wish she'd let me know about ten minutes earlier, i.e. before I left Oscar. Still, I know where he'll be next Tuesday at 12, so...

Oh, and to finish off the story, I ended up going back to the Seymour Centre with the biggest grin on my face. Ok, so it's kinda lame (but very me) to admit that, but I had such a good time in that ten or fifteen minutes that I couldn't help it. Plus, I didn't feel sick while I was with him. At all! Which was an extra happy bonus.

Wednesday - felt like crap when I woke up again for about ten minutes, then I got really hungry. Hunger, it seems, masks the squirrelly squirrelly madness in my belly. How lovely it is to know that all I have to do is take up anorexia to make everything better. The joy. Also, I decided that I wouldn't go to choir tonight for a couple of reasons: sick-feeling, pub afterwards always makes me want to spend money I no longer have, and six and a half hour breaks with no [info]highlyeccentric are just not on. I probably could have found other people to hang with (such as K or maybe B... possibly even some of my nonLJ friends, shock horror), but the other two reasons were pretty strong reasons. Also, it's christmas carols, so they're going to get old quickly - any excuse to get out of the non-compulsory rehearsals is good by me.


And that brings me to now. Oh, but I did download a handful of gay themed movies during the last week or so and now have none left. The ones I downloaded were Shortbus (with Jay Brannan! :D), Edge of Seventeen (80s! Yay!), Tan Lines (Australian, and with a friend of a friend in it!), Phoenix (with no ending... what?), Holding Trevor (with Jay Brannan! :D) and What Can I Do With A Male Nude (which is less a movie, more a distopian photography film... but it does have some really nice shots!). Edge is my pick, possibly because a couple of times I related pretty strongly to the main guy, but also just because it was sweet and sad and heartbreaking and painful and it didn't try to have a fairy tale ending, though it wasn't exactly tragic. Shortbus is explicit as hell and makes little sense, but there are some really nice moments in it, so it ties for second with Holding Trevor even though it too has some flaws. I think I may need to go hunting again soon.
... in which David shares.

If you're looking for a new webcomic, might I suggest Pictures For Sad Children. You may or may not want to start earlier... I think this is the best so far.

On real matters, I am becoming sick. My throat, to be more specific, is getting sick. Soreness, especially when attempting to rumble the basser notes at SUMS. It is annoying. Also, I require an x-ray for my orthodontist. I'm not sure if he requires an x-ray of me, or just... an x-ray. I probably should have asked.

On unreal matters, I would like to start a comic. I have thoughts. Jam monsters feature in my thoughts. Prominently. Also, there are stick figures. And jam. Jam is a theme that I like at the moment. It was canibalism. Before that, the word 'ikarian'.

Who knows what zany ventures my brain will next have.
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( Jun. 15th, 2005 12:09 pm)
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