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shadydaveSo I lose at updating. Oops.
Tomorrow will be exactly one week from my birthday! I am now 22, which is a depressingly old-looking number. By all accounts I should be an official adult now, so if anyone has any idea of how an official adult is supposed to act, let me know. I imagine it involves things like getting jobs that have health insurance, which I am shortly going to need, so again, let me know. My time here at William and Mary has taught me that I make a really excellent student, which is unfortunately not a viable career option, so I'm having to wing it.
Anyways, on Friday night we partied it up at the Leafe, where I learned the valuable lesson that taking consecutive shots of Prairie Fire and Fire and Ice produces quite a lot of pain in the pharyngeal region. I also learned that the secondmost awesome kind of cake is Funfetti with skull-and-crossbones icing, courtesy of David and Lynn. (The firstmost awesome kind of cake is a giant chocolate chip cookie SENT THROUGH THE MAIL, courtesy of my mother. Speaking of which, does anyone want any cake? I have lots.) We then proceeded in a very adultlike fashion to the Ho House for KARAOKE, and from thence regrouped at my room where Meera, Ben, Elizabeth and I prepared ourselves for piratical rampaging in the Sunken Gardens. Ben looked quite dashing in his Lord High Admiral's hat made out of a box. After instilling the fear of God, or possibly pirates, or more likely insane college students and associate, into the hearts of several passers-by, Meera and I left Ben and Elizabeth in the company of their friends and everyone retired for the evening. All in all, it was an evening full of win. Also cake.
Coming up are Sprink Break (whooo!) and the imminent destruction of Meera's apartment, which (pending permission of her landlord) we hope to have a hand in on Thursday night, MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Ahem. See, this is what happens when I don't have TV to watch. Break looks to be an exciting mix of adminstrative assistancing and dental work, so I'm going to have to get my kicks through defacing Meera's property, as any wild rebel would. It's a righteous groove, baby.
Oh, and we're having a family outing to the Franklin Institute to see the Star Wars exhibit. I GET TO SIT IN THE MILENNIUM FALCON GUYS.
To "review" for my Medieval Lit exam, Natasha and I watched the 1999 Beowulf. For those keeping score at home, that's the postapocalyptic one starring Christopher Lambert, inasmuch as anything can star Christopher Lambert. I actually liked this a lot more than the one that just came out, even though it was just as bad, if not worse, because it seems that (unlike the Neil Gaiman-Roger Avary movie) people in this project actually liked the poem. The parts they understood, anyway. So they manage to capture the spirit of the poem -- Beowulf is a badass (NOT a jackass), the Danes may be kind of weird and depressed but ultimately worth saving, the fight scenes with Grendel and his mom are supposed to be epic and visceral, etc -- even if they did express this spirit with purple leather pants and techno soundtrack.
THE MANY MOMENTS OF WTF-ERY:
- The random people staked out around the castle, led by Tim the Enchanter. Possibly they are invading? Or maybe just waiting for people to run away so they can cut them in half with their giant paper-cutter. I really don't know.
- Christopher Lambert's accent. Seriously, action heroes should not have lisps.
- Apparently Unferth was unavailable, and Roland wandered in from the wrong epic, so they just kept him around.
- Heorot, home of Hrothgar, Roland, the Weapons Master, Kyra, Will, Pendra, and... Carl!
- Also, apparently no one is really that freaked about an invisible monster loose in the castle, killing people left and right.
- Comic Relief Guy, who is not only not funny, but is never actually given funny lines.
- Roland's purple leather pants. Come on, dude.
- Beowulf's smelling salts.
- Beowulf's parentage:
BEOWULF: ::babbles on about his mom getting knocked up by a mysterious being:: ...and the wise men said my father was Beow.
ME: The god of barley?
BEOWULF: THE GOD OF DARKNESS!!!!!
ME: Maybe he makes evil beer?
- So remember the part in the poem where Heorot blows up and Beowulf escapes with his love interest, the only survivor, and they ride off into the sunset to wander the world together, fighting crime?
In conclusion: Why does everyone hate Geatland? Is it so much to ask that Beowulf can actually go home?
Finally, I would like to present your surreal link of the day: the music video for 'Total Eclipse of the Heart'. Seriously, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE.
Tomorrow will be exactly one week from my birthday! I am now 22, which is a depressingly old-looking number. By all accounts I should be an official adult now, so if anyone has any idea of how an official adult is supposed to act, let me know. I imagine it involves things like getting jobs that have health insurance, which I am shortly going to need, so again, let me know. My time here at William and Mary has taught me that I make a really excellent student, which is unfortunately not a viable career option, so I'm having to wing it.
Anyways, on Friday night we partied it up at the Leafe, where I learned the valuable lesson that taking consecutive shots of Prairie Fire and Fire and Ice produces quite a lot of pain in the pharyngeal region. I also learned that the secondmost awesome kind of cake is Funfetti with skull-and-crossbones icing, courtesy of David and Lynn. (The firstmost awesome kind of cake is a giant chocolate chip cookie SENT THROUGH THE MAIL, courtesy of my mother. Speaking of which, does anyone want any cake? I have lots.) We then proceeded in a very adultlike fashion to the Ho House for KARAOKE, and from thence regrouped at my room where Meera, Ben, Elizabeth and I prepared ourselves for piratical rampaging in the Sunken Gardens. Ben looked quite dashing in his Lord High Admiral's hat made out of a box. After instilling the fear of God, or possibly pirates, or more likely insane college students and associate, into the hearts of several passers-by, Meera and I left Ben and Elizabeth in the company of their friends and everyone retired for the evening. All in all, it was an evening full of win. Also cake.
Coming up are Sprink Break (whooo!) and the imminent destruction of Meera's apartment, which (pending permission of her landlord) we hope to have a hand in on Thursday night, MWAHAHAHAHA!!!!! Ahem. See, this is what happens when I don't have TV to watch. Break looks to be an exciting mix of adminstrative assistancing and dental work, so I'm going to have to get my kicks through defacing Meera's property, as any wild rebel would. It's a righteous groove, baby.
Oh, and we're having a family outing to the Franklin Institute to see the Star Wars exhibit. I GET TO SIT IN THE MILENNIUM FALCON GUYS.
To "review" for my Medieval Lit exam, Natasha and I watched the 1999 Beowulf. For those keeping score at home, that's the postapocalyptic one starring Christopher Lambert, inasmuch as anything can star Christopher Lambert. I actually liked this a lot more than the one that just came out, even though it was just as bad, if not worse, because it seems that (unlike the Neil Gaiman-Roger Avary movie) people in this project actually liked the poem. The parts they understood, anyway. So they manage to capture the spirit of the poem -- Beowulf is a badass (NOT a jackass), the Danes may be kind of weird and depressed but ultimately worth saving, the fight scenes with Grendel and his mom are supposed to be epic and visceral, etc -- even if they did express this spirit with purple leather pants and techno soundtrack.
THE MANY MOMENTS OF WTF-ERY:
- The random people staked out around the castle, led by Tim the Enchanter. Possibly they are invading? Or maybe just waiting for people to run away so they can cut them in half with their giant paper-cutter. I really don't know.
- Christopher Lambert's accent. Seriously, action heroes should not have lisps.
- Apparently Unferth was unavailable, and Roland wandered in from the wrong epic, so they just kept him around.
- Heorot, home of Hrothgar, Roland, the Weapons Master, Kyra, Will, Pendra, and... Carl!
- Also, apparently no one is really that freaked about an invisible monster loose in the castle, killing people left and right.
- Comic Relief Guy, who is not only not funny, but is never actually given funny lines.
- Roland's purple leather pants. Come on, dude.
- Beowulf's smelling salts.
- Beowulf's parentage:
BEOWULF: ::babbles on about his mom getting knocked up by a mysterious being:: ...and the wise men said my father was Beow.
ME: The god of barley?
BEOWULF: THE GOD OF DARKNESS!!!!!
ME: Maybe he makes evil beer?
- So remember the part in the poem where Heorot blows up and Beowulf escapes with his love interest, the only survivor, and they ride off into the sunset to wander the world together, fighting crime?
In conclusion: Why does everyone hate Geatland? Is it so much to ask that Beowulf can actually go home?
Finally, I would like to present your surreal link of the day: the music video for 'Total Eclipse of the Heart'. Seriously, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE.
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Date: 2008-02-27 10:12 pm (UTC)That's my favorite part :P
So, today I discussed the Neil Gaiman/Roger Avery Beowulf with Sister Carmel when we were supposed to be discussing my observation. She had heard about it on the radio. It was surreal.
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Date: 2008-02-28 03:15 am (UTC)