::snorks:: I love my the girls in my art class. Mrs. McCullough announced that we were to hang our exhibition today, and Aschley reminded her that we needed advertisements, so we started to brainstorm for what we could say. We needed something clever. I suggested “Come see the exhibitionists!” as a joke, but everyone liked the idea, so it stuck. While I matted artwork, Aschley took Polaroids of Jayna from the back that made her look like she was flashing people, covering herself up with a Hockaday blazer. I took my umbrella out of my car, wrote “AP ART EXHIBITON” on it in masking tape, and Aschley took a Polaroid of me looking as though I only had the umbrella to cover myself up with. Then Jayna took a picture of Aschley, looking shocked. Over the weekend, Aschley is going to t00b about with a photocopier and blow up the images life-size. T’will be hilarious. I’ll take pictures of the resulting posters and post them here. Muaha!
Whee! Got our 3rd quarter grades today! ::is quite merry:: All A’s except for a B+ in English. Gravy, life is good. ::happy sigh::
I started to read Dune this evening, and at the mention of the Bene Gesserit “Littany Against Fear”, I started wondering where it was I’d first heard it. I remembered a monotone voice full of comedic dread uttering “I must not fear, fear is the mindkiller, fear is that little death that brings total oblivion” very quickly, over and over. I wondered about where I’d heard it before last year, when we watched the Sci Fi Channel’s 6-hour version in Sci-Fi Club, but I couldn’t place it. For the sake of my continued sanity, I’m quite relieved to realize where I first heard it. Peter Puppy, from the WB show “Earthworm Jim”. Wow, how many years ago did I watch that? It was part of my morning line up that consisted of Animaniacs, Pinky and the Brain, and Nickelodeon’s “Real Monsters”. And after a brief Google, I find that “Real Monsters” joined the Nicktoons in 1993, ten years ago. Good gravy, that’s half my life!
I always find it so pleasantly surreal when I recall something from my childhood. For instance, when I was at Parsons, I dreamed large chunks of the movie “The Point”, which I last saw when I was in 1st grade. I think it’s part of being a senior that makes me want to revisit the things I loved when I was a wee kidlet, like the book “The Phantom Tollbooth”, the first book I read aloud to my parents since the time I was first learning to read. I must have reread that book 15 times — probably more. I wonder if the Lower School library has a copy.
Meanwhile, I’ll be trying to dredge up memories of Rainbow Brite. My sister would always insist on being ALL the “Color Kids”, making me play the parts of Murky and Lurky. Maybe I’ll rewatch some early Simpsons episodes and laugh at how many jokes I never understood. Maybe I’ll rent “Mystery Mansion”, the movie I rented almost every single time my family went to our old lakehouse thing. I’m slowly working through the Beatles movies, which I last saw in 2nd grade. But now it’s your turn to help me. For Priscilla’s Sanity, Name That Movie: Mt. Rushmore talking, with the heads moving back and forth. It acted as a sort of guiding figure. A warning: “Captain Smudge is following the fireworks.” I think it involved a friendly sea creature, most likely “Serendipity” or something. Comment if you remember the movie I’m referring to.
And now, if someone can only tell me what movie the line “Thank you for that ride down Amnesia Lane, gentlemen” is from, I would be a happy, happy person.
The natives are getting restless. Here’s the MoLM design, if you’re so keen.
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April Fools was so much fun. All day, I wore around a plastic viking hat to add a bit of surrealism to everyone’s day. Then I borrowed the short haired wig I wore in “The Pajama Game” to wear to MoLM rehearsals. Mrs. Felice has emphasized over and over that none of us are to cut out hair until after the show, so I hoped to give her a little scare. Every single cast member did either a double or triple-take when they saw me, horrified by my lack of hair. Even Mr. Oliver, the music director, was duped. I was quite disappointed when Mrs. Felice recognized that it was a wig right away. Ah well, it was fun. Afterwards, the wig got passed around backstage, where a bunch of the guys tried it on and all looked generally like idiots. One guy looked disturbingly like Austin Powers. Muah!
Anyway, today we did the last 1/3 of the show, where I got to sing quite a bit. I got applause for “Aldonza”; go me. And my mom, who was taking a sneak peek in the audience, cried at “Dulcinea”. Gravy, this show is going to rock. ::squeals::
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