Hehe, Allison’s post about finally procuring a copy of Nightmare Before Christmas made me think of Studio Art class on Thursday. I was the only person who had brought CDs, so I treated/forced everyone to listen to NMBC. Good stuff, yo. Some day I’m going to actually get the official one, as opposed to my Kazaa-burned monstrosity, as the end to several songs just cut off, which isn’t cool. So yes. And now I must go.
This is an amusing find, though miles away from my mental image. Somehow I always interpreted that Crowley was in snake-form in that first scene… and “evil” though he is, I never imagined him a smoker. Oh well.
Yes! Blog updates again! Go me! ::grooves:: I think it’s because my FTP was going wonky, as both work now. But nevermind the cause, now I get to tell you all about what’s been going on, that I haven’t been able to blog about.
- Let me begin by saying that I just had the most relaxing, refreshing sleep in years. Mmm, sleep.
- Mon is wonderful. Her Angua is looking awesome (she told me that she wanted to draw a skirt, but she finds pants easier to draw. Ha! Take that, existential uncertainty!), and she said that after she gets more work on the Very Secret Project, she’s going to try Carrot, Colon, and Nobby. I’ve created a monster. XD But it’s a good monster, so yay. Meanwhile, comment in her newly-updated Elfwood gallery. Her Nimue watercolor defies description.
- My P.E. teacher kicked me in the shins and made me bleed. I love being able to say that. I’m taking a self-defense class in P.E. (not martial arts — stuff you could actually use if you were assaulted), and I was partnered with one of the teachers. We were practicing a knee/upper-shin stomp, and she accidentally got my shin. Ordinarily, this could easily break knees, but I got the tail-end of the force, and instead I just got a nasty gash. Sure, it hurt, but it was so surprising that I didn’t really feel it as much. My reaction was more “Oh, look! Blood!” and a laugh. I was amused.
- This makes me unbelieveably happy. I never even knew it existed! Thanks, Rebecca! Your Matrix icon rocks my rainbow toe-socks!
- I’m having my Penn alumnae interview this afternoon. The woman sounds really fun over the phone. Good stuff.
I love math and science songs. We watched a video on Fermat’s Last Theorem in math today, and we were treated to classics like “The Square of the Hypotenuse” and There’s a Delta for every Epsilon. Then in Physics, Mr. Loh seranaded us with “M times V (Just a Little Momentum)” and other Physics favourites. I love my life.
Another day, another refusal to publish my blog. Blogger continues to deserve my express permission re: biting me. Bah.
Things go well otherwise, though. Last night, in “Dido and Aeneas” rehearsals, we did blocking for the first time. Man, the Sorceress rocks Wal-Mart budget “family-pack”-size quantities of socks. I’m excited about getting to dramatically wave people offstage and conjure my Witches from the darkest depths of the Orchestra Pit. And I get to sit in Dido’s throne. Go me.
I also had “Dark of the Moon” rehearsals yesterday, which went surprisingly well. I knew my lines a lot better than I had imagined! Hurrah. And in the scenes when I’m offstage, I get to sit in the audience with Jimmy (my laptop, you silly girls) and work on my CGs fo– ::cough:: I mean the Maya-generated wireframe structural model for the 50-foot bronze statue of Draco Malfoy for the Very Secret Project. Yes. Lots of compliments, yo.
I also went to Borders, looking for Tori goodness and Neil’s Smoke and Mirrors. I couldn’t find Smoke, but I picked up “Boys for Pele” and “Scarlet’s Walk”, two Tori CDs I’ve heard Renata squeeing about in her blog. Hurrah! ::listens and loves::
I’m getting really upset about Blogger. For the past three days, I’ve been unable to publish properly. Growl.
Looking at Mon’s Angua sketch (sorry, Mon, I pestered Alicey until she showed it to me. She was being good), I realize that nowhere in the books does it imply that she wears a skirt, as far as I can remember. There might be something buried in Feet of Clay, but nothing came up when I ran a search through my e-texts. I have been corrupted by fanartists! I see no reason why she wouldn’t wear the knee-shorts all the other Watchmen wear. Wow. Revelation.
“Poetry–even bad poetry–may be our final hope.”
I’m adding this quote to my Writings section when I next update it. Hearts for Edward Abbey.
MadSchnoogles to Allison.
What’s going on, daddy?
Well, son, you remember at the end of Star Wars: Episode II, when the wise and peaceful Jedi masters are sad because they realize the Republic has elected a Council that will support the Evil Emperor, who will create a massive army to fight a battle that will eventually destroy the Republic? That’s pretty much what just happened last night in the 2002 Elections.
(Thank you, Mr. Wasserman)