ReadingLirael, As You Like It, The English Patient, Heart of Darkness, Suikoden III, Candidate for Goddess
Watching House, Rick Mercer's Monday Report, Gilmore Girls, Scrubs, Corner Gas, Aishiteruze Baby, Prince of Tennis, Hikaru no Go
Playing The Bard's Tale, Katamari Damacy, Curse of Monkey Island, Final Fantasy VI, Disgaea: Hour of Darkness, Pretty Barbie Dressup Party Final Fantasy X-2(group gaming)
Back-burner Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, Star Ocean: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII
Obsessing Firefly, Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Ford Prefect, Monkey Island, Nostalgia.
Upcoming Things of Importance January 5 First day of classes January 14 Birthday party January 16 Jaryn and Matt Are Old Day
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Is by Meimi, that wonderful Goddess who brings joy and happiness to the hearts of Ingrids.
This time, Meimi brought joy by doing a layout of Isumi Shinichirou and Waya Yoshitaka, of Hikaru no Go. It is full of wub.
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Really just an excuse for excessive quotations
11/17/2004 10:48:39 PM
"Even Mr Norrell, Sutton-Grove's greatest (and indeed only) admirer, thought that Prescriptions and Descriptions (wherein he attempted to lay down rules for practical magic) was abominably bad, and Mr Norrell's pupil, Jonathan Strange, loathed it so much that he tore his copy into pieces and fed it to a tinker's donkey ..." Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Susanna Clarke.
I am getting way too much amusement from some of the footnotes in Jonathan Strange and MR. Norrell. Or maybe I just like the idea of a book being fed to a donkey. I know I've felt that way about lots of books (like The Mysteries of Udolpho).
There was also "[Christopher Drawlight] had once found himself in a room with Lady Bessborough's lnog-haired white cat. He happened to be dressed in an immaculate black coat and trousers, and was therefore thoroughly alarmed by the cat's stalking round and round and making motions as if it proposed to sit upon him. He waited until he believed himself to be unobserved, then he picked it up, opened a window and tossed it out." I'm a horrible, horrible person and I really shouldn't have been trying to suppress laughter over such a footnote during philosophy class. Especially since I shouldn't have been reading during philosophy class, period, when taking my mark on the last exam into account.
In a word - ouch.
Watched Gilmore Girls tonight, while writhing in agony on the couch (insert near-stereotypical female comment on uterus-hatred here). There was no Danny Strong, and I was sad. There was, however, Rory's newest admirer (and foil of Danny's character Doyle), Logan. And I was happy, because I don't hate him. He's sort of charming and likeable in the way, I dunno, that Kou-chan in Loki is or something. And then he did a bad, bad thing, and I was sad, because it probably means Lorelai's going to be rallying around Dean again, and, man, Dean sucks. Stupid Dean.
Stopping before anyone goes comatose, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
Happy Things and Weird Things
11/16/2004 09:01:36 PM
"I regret nothing!" - Collin Sri'vastra, Friendly Hostility.
I keep forgetting to mention (gloat about) the fact that Vision TV (channel 51 here), the crazy wacko religious cable channel, is showing Wonderfalls on Monday nights.
Oh, Canada, it's good to know you love your children. In both languages, too! I knew you were going to bring us Wonderfalls in at least one official language, but both . . . well . . .
It was my mum, of all people, who alerted me to this, after she and my father got back from Ontario. Apparently she noticed it at some point in their travels and when they were visiting my youngest aunt, they watched it, and Dead Like Me (!) which is on this HBO-like movie channel that they sometimes get in Millbrooke (which is a not-quite suburb of Peteborough, which is, in turn a suburb of Toronto). Because my mother remembered me going into a mumbly little rant about Wonderfalls back around Easter.
Yeah, I was surprised too.
I have Wonderfalls!
I also have Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel, as mentioned previously. I started reading it today and, although I'm only two chapters in, I'm enjoying it.
Random observation - at the bottom of page 12 there's a reference to Mrs Radcliffe with respect to the greasy, dark, sallow appearance of John Childermass, Mr. Norrell's man of business. Unless someone can prove otherwise, I'm going to assume that Mrs Radcliffe is Ann Radcliffe, that most evil writer of gothic fiction near the end of the 17th century, and She Who Is Responsible for The Mysteries of Udolpho.
Weird, random observation, that.
Missing ignorance, kinda, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
Hardly the weekend in review
11/14/2004 05:27:45 PM
"Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean that there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face." - Storm Front, Jim Butcher.
It appears to have been a while since I took the time to write something up about, uh, anything. I'm not sure why. I guess I've just been busy, with exams and papers attacking me left and right.
Still, among other things that happened in the last little while (like cheesecake and an attempt at special cookies). Most importantly, though, I think, is the fact that my family was in town yesterday afternoon.
I haven't seen my mum and my little brother since August, and I haven't seen my dad in over a month, so it was nice to see them. It was pretty much nice and relaxing, aside from a few occaisions when my brother's upcoming court date was mentioned, and some parties he was involved with that didn't end so well, and his constant talk about pot. I got the T-shirt Cathy got me for an early Christmas present (eeee!), a spare travel mug, a funny little thing used for cleaning screens, and a T-shirt my parents got for me in Stratford when they were back East in October. "Lord, what fools these mortals be!" My mother knows me well. We had a good lunch and I learned that Mum's new assistant deputy minister is really cute. We went to the bookstore and I looked at some possible Christmas presents to get for Mum, I admired Going Postal but Mum got me Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell (it was cheaper, despite being heavy enough to club a man to death with). There was lots of wandering around a giant CD store while Dad went to the wrecking yard in Clavell, and I got my own copy of the Arrogant Worms C'est Cheese (which was my first Arrogant Worms album when I was eleven), and then even more wandering around the mall on the hunt for shoes, shoes, and more shoes (well, one pair of shoes for me, one for my little brother, and a toque that looks like a tea cozy - he's Tea Cozy Man). A trip to Laura Secord for ice cream and what looks like a very impressive Advent Calendar. Value Village, complete with a ladle and new air-tight pot for brown sugar. Safeway for groceries. And then back to my hovel so I could look at the photos of my parents trip, specifically the ones of my incredibly cute youngest cousin, and they could take a family photo as part of the Christmas gift for Mommo.
I'm sure I'll turn out horrible in the photo - I haven't had a good photo taken of me in years, although maybe I just think that because it's easy not to think about how unattractive and overweight I am when I don't have to see it in unflattering photographic light.
