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Three things making me happy at the moment:
1) Finding Shakespeare in Love on sale for $11, and watching it while I type up psych notes. I never, ever get sick of that film. It's perfect. It's like it was designed to be everything I could possibly want in a movie except perhaps explosions. Every time I watch it I pick up another injoke of the only-recognisable-to-massive-Bard-geeks variety (this time it was the words a brave vessel, dashed all to pieces, and the brave souls within her perished in the epilogue voiceover, which I KNEW I'd heard before, and then I realised I'd SAID them before - they're from Miranda's first speech in The Tempest, although from memory she says 'fraughting' instead of 'brave' UM ANYWAY YES). Oh, Stoppard. Call me.
2) Sunshine through the windows and when I step outside, spring weather, cherry blossoms and plum blossoms and violent green explosions of natural colour all over the city.
3) Bits of my psych notes that begin Even though our perceptions of time and space are altered during a saccade... and thus are just begging to be used in a Doctor Who fic or some other sort of fictional madness. Sometimes hard science can read like poetry; sometimes the concepts sing like prose.
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Tell me three things that are making you happy, flist.
1) Finding Shakespeare in Love on sale for $11, and watching it while I type up psych notes. I never, ever get sick of that film. It's perfect. It's like it was designed to be everything I could possibly want in a movie except perhaps explosions. Every time I watch it I pick up another injoke of the only-recognisable-to-massive-Bard-geeks variety (this time it was the words a brave vessel, dashed all to pieces, and the brave souls within her perished in the epilogue voiceover, which I KNEW I'd heard before, and then I realised I'd SAID them before - they're from Miranda's first speech in The Tempest, although from memory she says 'fraughting' instead of 'brave' UM ANYWAY YES). Oh, Stoppard. Call me.
2) Sunshine through the windows and when I step outside, spring weather, cherry blossoms and plum blossoms and violent green explosions of natural colour all over the city.
3) Bits of my psych notes that begin Even though our perceptions of time and space are altered during a saccade... and thus are just begging to be used in a Doctor Who fic or some other sort of fictional madness. Sometimes hard science can read like poetry; sometimes the concepts sing like prose.
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Tell me three things that are making you happy, flist.

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2) Preparing fruit and vegetables. All these lovely fruits are coming back into season, watermelon and strawberries and mango, and after I cut them up I like to look at them, all bright colours grouped together. Today I was late home so I cooked a stirfry, and the strips of red capsicum next to the strips of carrot next to the bits of Chinese cabbage looked so bright and cheerful that it seemed almost a shame to throw them into the wok, but even when I did they were still bright and beautiful.
3) The Pretender. I've never loved a show so hard, or for so long, as I have this one, and I wish there were more people who could enjoy it with me.
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2. My chicken and bacon sandwich. Salty!
3. CSS.
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1) You talking about Shakespeare and Stoppard. (If he calls you, will you transfer him over to me when you're done, please?)
2) The ideas that are starting to occur to me for my NaNo novel now that I'm actually taking the time to think about it.
3) The opposite to your 2--fall and crisp, sunny days, the leaves bright red and gold, my dog going nuts in the frost on the grass in the mornings.