In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.

Invasion of the paper-mache toy bots.
Sometimes I think I read too much feminist literature and films. Women with super-strong personalities are appearing in my dreams and terrorising me. To read about last night's dream, flip over to the b-side. This is one of the milder dreams I've had about women recently.
I'm going ahead to apply for film school for the beginning of next year. My portfolio is nowhere near complete, but I'm going to try my luck anyway. WIsh me luck. I know that one doesn't really have to go to film school to become a filmmaker. But I have no other way in gathering resources. Yes, my purpose in going to film school is to get to know people and build a strong production crew. Of course, that's not something I'd say to the school if they decide to interview me.
Ah, films. Sometimes, I just want to be like Jean-Pierre Jeunet, to make films that are a whimsical fantasy of reality. Something that's not real yet applies to us all... I don't think that dwelling in the realm of fantasy makes us escapist. Some people may fantasize to run away from problems. But frankly, I think a lot people indulge in fantasies because they want to. To a greater or lesser extent, films allow people to do that. After, films can never tell the 'real' story. Sure, non-fiction works are based on actual events, but is the story not shaped somewhat? Non-fiction is necessarily fictionalised too, you know. Well, enough of opinions.
Anyway, I've been watching the IAAF World Championships Athletics since Day 1. It's really fantastic! Even from the opposite side of the world, I feel the atmosphere. No doubt my body is now adjusted to Parisian time. Haha.
Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam