Ace. Look at that. I worked out how to put a video on this allll by myself. It seems the people on this course are as flakey as myself as I have failed to obtain anybodies notes. This is essentially just an excellent song, but is also highly relative to our theme of science fiction, with many a reference to the genre.
Earlier today I went onto the students failsafe that is wikipedia to peruse their list of science fiction films. It turns out, that what with genre cross overs ect, the umbrella of science fiction is a lot larger then I first imagined it to be. This is no bad thing. As I sit here watching the Fifth Element, rubbing my hands together at the thought of Mila Jovovich, it has suddenly occured to me how camp and tacky alot of the films can be. I don't say this in a derogatory way at all. There is nothing quite like a bit of tack, but interpretations of the future are so touched by the era they are created in, that they never seem anything but hyperbole of the current situation.

Writing this bastard essay we have been set, I had an interesting thought (unrelated to my essay of course..) on sci-fi films set in the future, and I'm almost certain it's something Ivan has mentioned before. It goes thus; futuristic films are not about the future, but about the present. Suck on that all ye lesser mortals.

Fainting in the hall and hitting my head, and then the revelation of a raging case of tonsilitis was not enough to keep me from yesterdays lecture...but as a result I didn't pay so much attention to the content and had to go home before I passed out and the seminar began. Feeling super nauseous as an alien rips its way through a mans chest is a bad combination. I do not recommend it. I shall post once more upon the arrival of some notes more reliable then my own incoherent scrawl.

Farewell Ivan...Hello Bill...

This weeks lecture was themed on new media, and being somewhat technologically retarded, I must admit - this was not my idea of gripping stuff. I've had 2 phones in the last 6 years, and only graced a playstation once, so alot of the content floated gracefully some 2 feet above my head. However, watching the old methods of composing a film contrasted with more recent creations was pretty interesting; things have come a long way from the early twentieth century. When cross cutting and body snatching is what youre accustomed to seeing, it looks incredibly amature and simplistic to watch something as though you are a member of a theatre auditorium.
Not only this, but the scope for consumer creationism! Mobiles are no longer just for phoning and texting! (My housebrick included!) Honestly, I've never seen anything more imaginative then a happy slapping filmed on a mobile phone, but I'm sure it exists. Many a time I have confused MP3 players and phones, and even if I can't figure out how to use them, I can appreciate their technological brilliance.
All this talk of technology, I should probably turn my laptop off. It hasn't been turned off since I arrived at Hertfordshire and I'm told that's not good...

So I got thinking about this anomalous reigon, and one thing hit me much harder then anything else. The one thing in life my nan loves more then Cliff Richard and dripping sanwiches is the ladyboys of Bangkok. I'm pretty sure it's only because she thinks they're glamorous women (seeing how scandalised she was upon learning Dusty Springfield was a lesbian) but this only goes to show how convincing they are - hell, they're more convincing then me. But they dance around this grey area we were told about during the last lecture.

It's a really interesting area of discussion, because gender and sexuality is such a subjective yet constantly defined issue. Infact, it's so immense, I'm going to stop right now before I do myself a mischeif thinking about it.

SOMEONE looked like a massive dick today. Being the only one in my seminar group not to have seen 'Blade Runner,' was pretty embarrasing, but good olde 'Littley' brought it over and I feel altogether more enlightened now. Hey, I'm new to this...
I'm not going to lie, todays lecture was not electric but it feels as though a small part of me has died now that Ivans lectures cease to run. Thursdays will never be the same again. The lecture was pretty interesting however. The anomalous zone as I now know it to be called, is a minefield! I shall prepare something altoghether more witty and profound and post back.

Intertextuality....is the shaping of 'X' meanings by 'Y', the relationship betwixt two texts, 'in' jokes, the influence of one thing on another, something remiding you of something else - hold that last thought. I wonder if t would boost my grade to tell Ivan he reminded me of Brad Pitt....