I LOVE MY FAMILY. Just conversing over dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. Good lord, I love my family so much. I just had to say something.
Renata, what all did you need to do to transfer frowl.org from y-s to dreamhost? In what order does everything need to be done?
Lost ships:
Marcelina: I don’t get the whole thing with Sayid and whatsername [note: Shannon]. Where did that come from?
Me: I don’t get it either. It’s because he’s a hottie and she’s the only other lead female on the island.
Cyth: Well, now Sun is free…
Me: Yeah, but that would be like a Token Minority ship. Tacky.
Marcelina: Well, she already has something of a relationship with Michael…
Me: True. Okay, then a Korean and an Iraqi. It’d be like the Axis of Evil ship.
(Though Jin and Sun are from South Korea, right? Oh well. I’m still entertained.)
SIX WEEKS. OH, THE PAIN. HOW WILL WE SURVIVE? *watches the Sawyer song again*
*goggles* I think I’m getting an iPod. Apparently, this brings the total number of people in the universe that do not have iPods down to 5. I’m reminded of a comic strip that ran in 1977 when “A New Hope” came out, where there are these two old ladies talking, and one of them says “We must be the only two people in the world who haven’t seen Star Wars.” Then the other woman whips out a pistol, shoots the first woman, and gleefully mugs to the audience, “Now I’m the only one!” Now I won’t have to be shot to win someone else the honor of being the only person on the planet without an iPod! It’s like life insurance, but with a more streamlined design and choice of six attractive colors!
*goggles* In the Harry Potter books, use of the Cruciatus Curse is worth a life-sentence in Azkaban. Explain to me how this is okay.
I don’t know what other word I can use to describe this, other than “evil.”
A rehashing of the infamous llama song, but with Sawyer from Lost. The most brilliant thing I’ve seen in days, and that’s not just because it’s 3AM. I’m sure it would be just as brilliant were it not 4AM Philly time and had I not just gotten out of a midnight screening of a Kubrick movie.
My brain hurts. It hurts so good.
(link ganked from Becky. Because pretty much every link worth visiting is ganked from Becky. She’s just that awesome. I think I’m going to sleep now.)
I’m hooooooooooooooome! *kisses the ground*
I apparently have incurred over my lifetim time some grand Karmic stupidity debt, and over the last week, the Buddha has called in my tab. I keep wanting to scream “I am not this dumb! What is wrong with my brain?”
I blame alien abduction. (Because hey, how else do you explain TTT!Faramir?)
The most notable recent instance occured yesterday. I had pulled up my e-ticket the previous night and had seen that my flight was at 3:56PM. So that morning, I did my laundry and cleaned my room and packed and just generally did all that needed to be done. When I got to the airport at 2:30, however, the baggage handler at the curb couldn’t find my name in the computer. I looked at my ticket again, doublechecked the flight time, and urged the handler to keep trying. He told me to talk to one of the employees inside. While in line, I looked again at my ticket and noticed the date: the 7th. The 7th? But it’s supposed to be for the 4th! And Saturday… but the 7th isn’t a Saturday! Then I noticed the month: May.
I called Dad and asked him what time my flight was, as I had printed out THE WRONG E-TICKET. He told me I must have missed my flight, because I was scheduled to get in to Dallas around 4. Guh. I asked a random attendant if I was in the right line to try to get on a standby flight, and she said yes, so after waiting in an hour line (there was only one woman behind the counter for a heck of a lot of people — it was 3:30 by the time I got to the front), I found that there was a flight at 4 and a later one at 6. As the 4:00 flight was booked solid, they put me on standby for the 6:00, which was very full as well, and I headed to the gate with crossed fingers.
Long story short (as I abandoned this entry to do more productive things, and now it is 3AM), I managed to get on the 6:00 flight. I’m not sure how many standby passengers got on, but I’m under the impression that there was only one woman let on after me, so yay my luck! The story of my actual flight I will share probably tomorrow. I don’t imagine many are still reading this entry (I wouldn’t), and it’s pretty funny, so it’s best put into a different post. Hawhaw.
In other news, what the heck is frienditto and why is my entire flist suddenly drinking of the crazy juice?
6 WEEK HIATUS. WOE IS ALL LOST FANS.
Hopefully, the fandom will rise to meet the challenge and we’ll have some really nifty, whacked-out theories bustling about in time for the next new canon. Last night in rehearsal, I was giggling to myself about the prospect of “What if they’re not in purgatory, a psychic coma, a Truman show-like government-run synthetic island, a Wolfram and Hart holding dimension, etc etc etc and in reality just the survivors of a plane crash? Nah, no way. Too outlandish!”
Sometimes I think I love fandom more than the source material itself.
Heresy! Last week in rehearsal, during one of the breaks, Aaron and I randomly started singing Jekyll and Hyde‘s “Dangerous Game.” Of course, as I learned all the lyrics from the studio album, we got to a point where neither of us knew what on earth the other was singing, because the lyrics for the OBCR are so different. I asked him if he would mind sending me a few of the tracks so that I could learn the “real” lyrics along with the studio version I so adore. Anyway, he went ahead and burned the entire CD for me and gave it to me last night as a “get well soon” token, and I’m just now listening to it.
My question is: What was the creative team ON? I know the studio recording is far too long to be feasibly staged, but why did they have to cut some of the most awesome stuff? I know “Bring On the Men” has nothing to do with your precious theme of good vs. evil, but its replacement, “Good’n’Evil,” is downright obnoxious. And “Bring On the Men” is so much fun to sing! The audience needs a bit of a break from the incessant pounding into their heads of a ridiculously oversimplified theme. Also, do they have to reprise “Facade” four times? And I never saw the show staged, but it seems like the “Board of Governors” sequence accomplished all the necessary exposition succinctly and dramatically enough. I don’t want to know what they put in its place. Also, the overall acting is so much better in the studio version. In fact, the only change I actually like is the new voice for Lisa/Emma. It seems more age-appropriate than the studio cast version.
I could whine more, but I’ll give it more of a chance of grow on me. Then, once I’ve given it a fair shot, I’ll decide how much more complaining I can get away with before someone slaps me in the face with a haddock.
Limited coherence to begin with + material I had not begun to study + review session with a friend who’d held his own review session the previous day = wow, that was embarassing. Not to mention:
+ him coming over to my dorm with no warning, giving me no time to tidy room, particularly as I had spent all time not in class or rehearsal today in napland, and therefore room = site of earthquake, tornado, and rain of locusts.
+ EVERYBODY HITTING ON ME, CANNOT COPE. OFF TO MORDOR.
+ Exhaustion from 3 1/2 hour rehearsal.
+ Roommates playing highly distracting and hilarious music really, really loudly. When I was so spacey I started giggling over otherise unfunny typos.
Bleh. Shall review more in the morning, as not to embarass self further. Now: sleep. And after the midterm: Lost. There had better be some major Charlie/Claire cuteness to compensate for my angst of the past few days.