timeripple | What, aren't you the only hoopoe?

I have decided that “Welcome to Astrometrics” no longer accurately represents this journal, since I haven't watched Voyager in... dunno, years? (Don't worry, I still love it. Just not in the I-have-access-to-episodes sense.) So now it shall be called “The Eyrie” instead. I’ve taken to calling my apartment The Eyrie, because in theory I have great views and am on the topmost (read: second) story. Of course, one view is completely blocked with trees, and the other by the (much taller) apartment buildings across the street, but still. It’s the, you know, principle of the thing. Or something.

Sunday, January 14, 2007
Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Gone with the Wind”, now in glorious re-invented Technicolor (no, seriously, I think they added extra pixels or something. There was an article about it). I... I really enjoyed this movie, actually. I once had a paper doll set of the Madame Alexander Scarlett O’Hara doll, so it was really cool to see the original costumes. (I admit to having had several paper doll sets, including the Madame Alexander Little Women dolls and, oddly enough, Princess Diana & Prince Charles. *shrug* So I was a girly child. I think I liked paper dolls better than 3D ones because paper clothes are so much easier to make. You would laugh to see the ballroom confections I inflicted on them. Well, not on Charles.) Also, Rhett is kind of awesome.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007
I have come to the realization that Euelpides and Peisetairos are in fact none other than Bill and Ted. The Birds is in fact none other than Bill and Ted’s Birdacious Excursion.

Yes, this does in fact make Rufus... the hoopoe.

*headdesk*

Thursday, January 18, 2007
Today I translated ”pheu, pheu!” (exclamatory, not woeful) as “Dude!” It went over fairly well. This is a first.

Which leads me to an analogy. Greek comedy is like Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure, yes? So that makes Roman comedy... wait for it... Bill & Ted’s Bogus Journey! Complete with remarks about relative merit of sequels and capitalizing on success of first installation with vastly inferior second installation with promising premise but which fails to deliver.

*ahem* Yes, this does mean that I am determined to re-write The Birds as Bill & Ted’s Birdacious Excursion, in which our heroes, fed up with their part-time jobs at an oil company, decide to move to Canada and try to convince the border patrol to put a big, big tax on oil traveling from wildlife reserves in Alaska to the rest of the U.S.

Hey, if the Historical Babes go too, I can make it a musical.

We inevitably got to talking about pederasty, and it was very funny to see the guys in the class desperately trying to assert their heterosexual masculinity afterwards.

P1: If they didn’t like beards, why didn’t they just sleep with women?
P2: *shrug*
G: *still blushing from having translated the pederasty joke*
Me: *smirk* I don’t think it was the beards they objected to. At least, not in the sense you mean.

Ahahahaha. Sometimes being female is a definite advantage in the classics.

Friday, January 19, 2007
Dear Ovid,

Why are you such an ass?

Love, Fiona

P.S. I thought the bit at the chariot races was kind of cute.

Saturday, January 20, 2007
I feel that this is an appropriate time to reflect on things I accomplished over winter break, since I have nothing more interesting to report currently than that I suspect whatever my frat-neighbors are drinking doesn’t come with little green umbrellas.

Things accomplished: Got parents addicted to “Monarch of the Glen”. Watched BBC Scarlet Pimpernel series. Forced parents to watch “The Devil Wears Prada”. (Oh, shush. They already watch “Ugly Betty”.) Got self addicted to “Ugly Betty”. Watched three “Doctor Who” episodes, one of which I’d seen with Annie and one of which was new and probably meant to be heartbreaking, but of course I haven’t seen any of the new series so I had no idea what their relationship was like and anyway why is David Tennant suddenly in everything? Not that I’m complaining. Watched final episode of BBC Casanova series (see previous remarks about David Tennant).

Why are all my entries suddenly about The Industry? Bother. Heck, they’re not even about The Industry; they’re about the products of The Industry. This city is taking me over. Must get back to clean, snowy Boston. Or perhaps Australia would be nice.

*looks back* No, that’s totally not true, I posted about getting a job a while back. And cookies.

Ye Olde Movie Reviewe: “Casanova”. Let’s see, what comes to mind. Fluffy, frothy, gold and lace. This movie kind of reminds me of those cups of hot chocolate people in Ellen Kushner’s books are always drinking. And pretty, pretty clothes. And beautiful, beautiful Venice. And I love the music. And the supporting characters. This is one of those movies where the sub-love-plots totally pwn the main love problem. I mean, everybody knows they’re going to get together, because hello, Heath Ledger. The way in which other characters allow them to do so is much more interesting. Also Giovanni is teh cutest thing ever. I cannot wait for “Stardust”.

Sunday, January 21, 2007
In which I happen across the entry for “leia” in the Middle Liddell. Oh, my. I don’t think Princess Leia would have approved, although it’s appropriate enough for the archetype.

By the by, I bought Middle Liddell a couple of weeks ago. That brings my total of Inanimate Objects With Which I Am In Love up to... five. Ax, my violin, my electric toothbrush, my automatic rice cooker, and my VERY OWN COPY of Middle Liddell. Who says I don’t have love in my life, hmm? (Ovid, if you say ONE WORD, so help me I will take back the marginally nice thing I said about your chariot race advice on Friday, see if I don’t.)