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Hocus Pocus. Disney Channel. I'm totally a giggling 9-year-old right now.

Wee!Thora Birch: "Of course, I could never wear anything like that because I don't have -- what do you call 'em, Max? -- yabbos."
Max: *omgspittake*

SJP: "Look! It's the chocolate-covered finger of a man named Clark!"

Not only do we have wee!Thora and Bette Midler at her craziest, but there's Sarah Jessica Parker playing dumb and delightfully trampy, Kathy Najimy, and possibly the worst attempts at period dialogue ever. And there are so many things I couldn't even appreciate as a kid, from dead gay Larry to Penny Marshall's cameo ("Aren't you broads a little old to be trick or treating?") to the flannel- and Doc Martens-wearing high school kids and their mother dressed as Madonna (pointy-bra era). Heeeeee.

ETA: I need to stop watching TV. Especially the Food Network -- shows about pastries around the world and donuts and Halloween treats of every kind are not what I need, trapped in a house without any chocolate. *sigh*

I have a new favorite TV show, and it's the last one you'd expect: The Office. No -- not the British one.

Steve Carell is amazing. The whole cast is amazing. And Jim and Pam are the cutest thing ever. Yay!

New finals strategy: watch bad TV until I simply can't stand it, then start writing.

Yes, I've overdosed on distracting things like Friends and Swordfish. Now I have a big bowl of guacamole, a pile of books, and a paper to write about The Blair Witch Project for my documentary class. Here goes nothing.

I spent a lot of time this week downloading more music that I didn't really need. This seems more justified if I share it with the world: then it's a public service, right? Seeing as it's Sunday, (and I've been feeling oddly nostalgic about high school lately anyway), here's a nod to the old-skool X-Phile fandom.

Because really, we've all asked this question at some point: David Duchovny, why won't you love me?

(If after this you're really missing X-Files Sundays, you can catch Gillian Anderson in Bleak House tonight at 9 EST on PBS. It's banannagoats' new favorite TV miniseries in the world, and she wants to spread the joy.)

Also, because it's awesomely surreal and I kind of love it: Hanson does Radiohead. NB: I recommend skipping the first 20-ish seconds, a solid block of teenie screaming that gives the Hard Day's Night crowd a run for its money.

I succeeded in my goal of having fun with Valentines Day this year by spending the entire evening yesterday making valentines and watching the Olympics. We finally found a use for all the old man-wall photos and various odd pictures I've been hoarding for four years: turn them into valentines! I made cheesy movie valentines for a bunch of people, and came up with far more clever one-liners for banannagoats' efforts than my own.

My personal favorite was the Eddie Izzard one: "Cake, death, or me? / Ciaaoo, Valentine!" I'm also pretty proud of the Gone With The Wind effort ("Give a damn, my dear -- be my Valentine!").

Ultimately, 'Goats wins at life for my valentine: essentially a pocket-sized man-wall, she took all my favorite tiny photos and put them into a flipbook. It's kind of amazing, and I'll love it forever -- it's four years'-worth of in-jokes, attractive men, friendship and love, all rolled into one 3x5 package. ♥ ♥ ♥

So now I spent the afternoon running around, handing out cards and generally spreading the love. On tonight's agenda: an extended film screening/make-up class for Documentaries; the men's skating short program; and probably more lounging around and eating chocolate. Hopefully there will also be wine. This could be a very good day indeed.

"I don't know how to write love. I try to write it properly, and it just comes out embarassing...Perhaps I should write it completely artificial. Blank verse. Poetic imagery. Not so much of the 'Will you still love me when my tits are droopy?' 'Of course I will darling, it's your bum I'm mad for', and more of the 'By my troth, thy beauty makest the moon hide her radiance.' Loving and being loved is unliterary. It's happiness expressed in banality and lust." - Stoppard, The Real Thing.

"Man walks down the street in that hat, people know he's not afraid of anything."

Sometimes I'm late to the fandom party. Like, several years late. Most recent: Firefly.

Thanks to olivia_circe, I'm three episodes from the end. And then I can watch Serenity and finally be one of the cool kids. :)

Related: I hadn't realized how much of the fandom I'd absorbed with having seen just one episode back in the day. Between stalking Lincoln through Milliways, the old threads at TWoP and Fametracker, and you folk, many of the quotable quotes are already familiar. I hadn't realized that "Captain Tightpants" was canon. That makes me incredibly happy. But I'll never stop making fun of the goofy theme song. :P

ETA: All righty. Who's got Serenity?

It's unbelievably nice being back on campus. I'm still just basking in the joy of just being here. ejberman's play isn't off to the winning start we'd hoped; she came down with some weird stomach thing and is still recovering from her holiday sinusitis. Joy. However, we've successfully read through the play, we're starting to nail down dates, props, and necessary crew, and after tonight, are generally on the right track. Major down-side: we had to add weekend rehearsals, so it looks like I won't make it to NYC after all this weekend or next. Poopy.

In other news...there's not much other news, honestly. banannagoats and I are back in fine form, spending last evening watching Eternal Sunshine and having a slumber party in her room after it was over. (Ham Hall is entirely too far away from the Green.) I accomplished a few errands, re-networked my computer, made a half-assed prompt book (kmmatero would be so ashamed), and picked up the Official Stage Manager Keys. Success.

And then I missed The Amazing Race tonight, and I wanted to cry. Damn you, CBS. You keep shuffling your schedule around. I did get to see Ashlee Simpson "performing" an Orange Bowl half-time show -- good God, that girl is a truly awful singer. By the end of her song, her in-ear monitors were dangling -- and she just sounded worse. Couldn't carry a tune in a sack, etc. Still, I'm strangley fascinated by the way that her career just keeps on going. It's like I can't look away. (The other fun part of her set was the dancing. She had football-player and cheerleader back-up dancers -- footballers wearing helmets, cheerleaders in 'punky' black and white uniforms. Ashlee herself was wearing a black and white outfit with some sort of a tail, made of various shades of pink silk scarves. What kind of a fashion statement do we think she was going for, there?)

Cheesy pop culture is oh so much fun.
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Hostel is booked, as is a ticket for His Dark Materials: Pt. II -- w00t! I'll save the train ticket for Thursday, and give myself a little break (plus the two exams tomorrow will mean I'm a bit pressed for time). Also reserved a wee holiday gift for myself yesterday *nerd alert* -- apparently I've decided to just say screw it and let my bank account flounder. I'm working over break; I'll be fine.

And now that everything is booked and I can stop worrying about it, I'm very excited about doing a London weekend. In addition to my theatre trip (yaye!) I want to go back to the Tate Britain, and try to hit up the National Gallery, and the British Museum (mummies!...other cool stuff!). I love going to museums on my own; it's going to be great to just be able to wander and not worry about keeping track of people, etc.

Anyway. First exam down today. The verdict: not too bad, until I got to the second question and realized my notes didn't really do anything to answer it. Oops. I think I made up enough about Julian Barnes and History of the World in 10 1/2 Chapters to get by -- but then I turned in my inadequate notes, like a doofus. Oh well.

Tomorrow: Jane Austen and the Anglo-American Relationship. Both of which I have yet to prepare for...but the internet is just so tempting! As much as I complained -- as much as we all complained -- I think it was probably a Good Thing that the basement computers didn't have internet access all semester. Because the papers? Would have been an even more unhappy experience.

EDIT: And now, I kind of want this shirt. Why is it so hard to stop spending? Also, hilarity. Aaaand I just got sucked back into the internet again. Bad news. AIM...luring...people keep talking...aieeeeeeee.

Back from Virginia. At work on an epic re-telling of the weekend ( preview here ) but ready to go play with pictures and make more useless icons. (Am pondering getting a paid account just for more pretty iconses. Hmmm...)

Question for the fellow pop-culture addicts: is it just me, or did VH1 completely skip over, like, significant chunks of the '90s? I spent most of the time shaking my fist at the TV and railing about things they left out and unfunny commentators. But I've spent far too much brain power on that already this weekend, so I'll let it go for now.

Actually makes me like Spider-man 2 just a  bit more.

Regardless of my disappointment in King Arthur, this still holds true: mmm...Clive Owen.

Still the best reality show ever.

In other news, I heartily endorse Anchorman as The Movie to spend your money on this weekend. It's been three weeks since a movie that's not disappointed me (although this one, as with The Notebook, was probably helped by my having zero expectations). So funny. So many wonderful one-liners. So many beautifully bad 1970s fashions. Yay!