GTFOO my IT facilities

Either the number of freshers admitted this year has drastically increased or I've just aged, making a larger fraction of the University populace appear youthful and fresher-like.

Whichever it is, I can't be having with it. Not more obnoxious freshers and certainly not the process of aging.

And another thing...

In Avatar, if they have the technology to detect all brain activity and transfer it, in real time, into a different brain, how have they not cured paralysis yet. I'd imagine that it's easier to transfer the nerve impulses required to walk a few centimetres down a damaged spinal cord than it is to transfer the nerve impulses required to walk and have sex with aliens a few miles into a different body.

My money is on the Wolfman

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Crapability

The previous post has taught me not to judge too quickly, which is a lesson I learn roughly every two days. With my crap ability to predict the future in mind fo, I think it's best to put a little sign on my preemptive Avatar review saying 'It will probably be good'.

The Host

I think I was wrong about The Host. What I mistook for a jaunty pace was actually the author's eagerness to get the plot out of the way and force the main character into a inescapable, confined space with her boyfriend and a bunch of survivors so that they can all talk and cry and talk and cry and threaten to kill her and cry and talk and talk and plant crops and cry and talk.

The breakdown has been:
100 pages of plot
200 pages of cave/talking

It's taught me that women love to have their heads manouvered about by hands on their chins fo.

"The acronym RING stands for Really Interesting New Gene. Hurr hurr hurr."

The reason cancer hasn't been cured yet is because fucking stupid scientists spend most of their time coming up with shitty acronyms that help nobody, especially not people who have to go running off to find internets to look up what a RING domain is because the acronym explains fuck all.

The humans are dead; love lives on

If not judging a book by its cover can be extended to not judging a book by the name of the author on its cover, or their previous work, or the film adaptations of their previous work, I think I can get away with buying and reading The Host, by Stephenie Meyer, the lady what did the Twilight Saga.

It hasn't been bad sofar, despite having the same basic formula as Twilight - the idea that a mind-reading monster can be tamed by the love of a good woman below the age of consent with a unique mind who pointedly isn't having sex with an older man liable to brutality kill her at any moment (although, this time, set against the backdrop of an Invasion Of The Bodysnatchers-style alien invasion). The science fiction parts tide me over and the heart-stoppingly awkward acts of sexual frustration do a very good job at making the post-apocalypse seem ten times more horrific.

The main downside is that it appears to be the plot of Avatar flipped, and with the 'stop destroying nature' moral replaced with a 'stop killing each other' moral, which the aliens espouse every other page as an excuse for wiping out mankind. It's no less tiring a moral though.

Anywho, this is the last time I boast about enjoying something womanish and stupid, as it's starting to look smug.