living on your western shore

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Today I had the opportunity to say, “My ex-roommate is geekier than you!” I think I need an icon. It was in reference to Keira Knightley being, not the actual queen, but the decoy in TPM, I think. PW freely admits to being a Star Wars geek, but alas, it appears that not only is my former roomie geekier than he is, but so am I. Here’s to the intellectual dilettantes! Well, that’s namely just me, I guess. Ah well. Saving the world, one Star Wars reference at a time (there is now a protocol droid in Spacebirds).

Yeah, I watched “Spaceballs” again. For, um, research purposes.

Damn birds. 4, 5am I can understand. But 11:37 pm is just ridiculous. SHUT UP ALREADY, DAMN YOU, OR I’LL GRATE SILPHION OVER YOU AND ROAST YOU SLOWLY SHINING WITH OIL, YOU FLIGHTY WRETCHES! CRY “OIMOI” AND GO TO THE RAVENS!

Hey, I think silphion is the legendary disgusting culinary herb that Falco and Justinus discover in one of those books by Lindsey Davis. I *heart* Falco, but Justinus? Is hot.

A good portion of the population of LA is like baby mice. Pink (with respect to their clothing, especially the capris of one participant in an overheard conversation), blind (metaphorically, with respect to anything other than themselves), and (allegedly year-round, and certainly in preparation for the coming summer) hairless. Oh, LA. Another twenty-five weeks or so and you will be but a distant memory to look back upon fondly and with mockery.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Tank Girl”. Crack. Lots of crack. Rebecca’s like Delirium all grown up and regretfully using perfectly good beer as ammo. I kid you not.

Saturday, March 17
Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

You know what’s weird about the East coast? The ocean is on the wrong side. Clearly I have to adjust my worldview a little bit. But you see why Tolkien and C.S. Lewis had such different viewpoints? I mean, just look at what they each put in the East and West. Go on, think about it.

Went to see Culture Clash’s production of The Birds at the Getty Villa courtesy of some awesome Getty Villa people who think students with the right connections should get free tickets to things. It was much fun and Dick Cheney-bashing. Seriously, pretty much the only thing they didn’t do was “Oh, so the Undisclosed Location is Cloudcuckooland!”. It was updated to the extreme and modern up-to-the-minute, with references to Anna Nicole and Britney’s bald head. And, for our daily dose of random, a sippy cup. They also had a much darker take on the end. Suffice it to say, there was more to come after the wedding song-and-dance routine. Involving a death-spot.

I received what I shall take as a great compliment, in that one of my fellow inmates students said that Peisetairus (aka Barack Obama Osama Fox Bawhatsit, or just “Fox” to us) sounded just like my version of Peisetairus. I was deeply flattered.

I have also found out what “pratfall guy” means. It doesn’t exactly amount to being Red Shirt... but it’s close enough! Mwa-hahaha. I am so evil.

I have far too much studying to be getting on with. Can you tell?