ReadingThree Men in a Boat, Hamlet, 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 Star Ocean: Till the End of Time, 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: The Second Story, Final Fantasy Tactics: Advance, Baldur's Gate: Tales of the Sword Coast, Planescape: Torment, Final Fantasy VII
Obsessing Erik and Ray, Impulse/Bart Allen, Bruno and Boots.
Upcoming Things of Importance February 3 Chinese folk religion term paper proposal February 6Paradise Lost reading February 10 Chinese folk religion midterm February 11 Shakespeare essay February 12-20 Reading week February 23 Polisci term paper February 28English Patient essay
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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.
Of course, I'm not going back to my parents' place over the break, which is beginning to look like it means I won't be back there until Christmas holidays, I guess. Kinda depressing, especially when almost everyone around these parts is somewhere that isn't town, but it's probably for the best. I have a couple papers to write (political studies and critical reading), and ye olde homestead is currently in a state of being destroyed due to the whole flood thing, and so the place I'd be sleeping isn't actually in any kind of condition for sleeping.
I guess I'll get some rest, try and make progress on the papers, and maybe trek downtown if there's a nice day next week and buy my much-needed pants.
Ah, government-funding, is there nothing you can't give us?
2/8/2005 08:40:12 PM
"It's about a thousand degrees below zero, we have no shelter, food, supplies of any kind, or combustible materials that aren't our flesh. I propose we cut open someone's gut so the rest of us can sleep nestled within his warm entrails. The obvious choice for this sacrifice is Fighter because he is filled with meats." "It's true!" - Black Mage and Fighter, 8-bit Theater.
The Chinese New Year's Eve party in class today was actually kind of fun. There was lots of food. Like, lots. Way more than I expected. Hell, more people showed up than I expected, and everyone seemed pretty into it. It was nice and I essentially got brunch. I wish I could have figured out a way to smuggle some of the food out in my bag, because, man, some of that stuff was great, and I'm quite hungry.
Last night, however, before the whole party thing, and indeed the whole sleeping thing, I stayed up to watch the first episode of Slings and Arrows on Showcase. Slings and Arrows is one of those Canadian miniseries that stars all the usual faces - Paul Gross, Mark McKinney, Don McKellar . . . all in a wacky hour long twisted comedy about a Shakespeare-oriented theatre company in the Canadian town of Shakespeareville . . . sounds vaguely familiar. Add in a lot of old resentments, schemeing businesspeople, an artistic director who's completely insane, and it's actually all shaping up to be kinda neat, in that weird, quirky Canadian way of ours. I think I'll probably take the trouble to stay awake and watch it in the weeks to come. It's neat, and Shakespeare-licious.
So hungry, and with no babies to eat, Almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
Oh, the wackiness
2/6/2005 07:56:41 PM
"We're not gonna die. We can't die, Bendis. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die." - Malcolm Reynolds, Firefly.
Last night I finally sat down to watch some of the DVDs Ven sent for the first time in ages (I've watched bits, but I always get distracted, and then forget what I watched . . .). I watched the first episode of Neverwhere with the commentary on - Neil Gaiman has a sweet, casual, friendly sort of way of doing the commentary. I like it. Of course, I just like hearing Neil Gaiman talk, but that's neither here nor there.
I also watched the pilot episode of Firefly, with the commentary on. Oh, the wackiness. Joss Whedon and Nathan Fillion, just bantering back and forth and going off on insane tangents, and mentioning the weirdest shit. Probably the best part was hearing about how often Fillion's infamous tight pants split during filming. Twice for this particular episode. Hee. Captain Tightpants.
In less wacky news, it's been snowing lately. A lot. In a sort of constant "It's never actually going to stop, is it?" kind of way. And I went out socializing three days in a row, -with- the snow (agh! I missed Danny Strong on Gilmore Girls! agh!) and no convenient ride to use to get back. Which meant walking home late at night in the dark and evil and . . .
Yeah. I'm twitchy about some stuff.
But on the bright side, Sarri made herself my personal hero by walking with me. Trust me when I say having company for walking in the dark makes a world of difference. I don't care how irrational my fears are - having someone there helps like you would not imagine.
Also, I have a Firefly-related T-shirt on and I'm pretty sure you don't. I am so much cooler than you.
And that's pretty much it. The weekend has been uneventful, but in a tiring kind of way.
Crazing some undefined thing, almighty Ingrid, Signing Off
