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What?!
Why the hell does the MSN homepage news section place "SPACE SHUTTLE MISSING OVER TEXAS," below the NHL lineup?! The fuck?!
I know it's probably not his fault, but I blame Bill Gates.
Morgan took the money and ran Saturday, February 1, 2003 09:36 a.m.
Ooga-chaka, ooga-chaka.
I know how you feel about the network being down. Ours was down for an entire day, but in bits. First the Internet, then the 'net worked but e-mail didn't, and AIM didn't ever work at all. That's nothing new, though.
It's fun to have your connection die as your doing research for a set design presentation due at 9:40 in the morning. ><;;
Anyway, working in the costume shop for most of the day. I'm getting a little better, though I wish my first sewing project EVER didn't have to involve shit tons of black spandex. Though now that I have a basic idea of how to do some things, I'm going to have some fun in my free time. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Saturday, February 1, 2003 09:25 a.m.
And you thought Christina "stripped" was a good thing.
This makes me very, very happy. Thanks to Jenny for forwarding this gem of news to me.
While a part of me finds it a little irritating that there's been a resurgence in "re-releasing" Beatles paraphernalia, I think this could be a great thing. Let It Be was the last album released by the Beatles as a unit (though, if I'm not mistaken, Paul had already announced that he was leaving the group by the time it hit the stores), so I'm anxious to hear what "the Beatles" intended the album to be. It's hard to think of the album as a unit when the band wasn't really one, and hadn't been for a long time. If you look back to the white album, it's a random mix of songs with the individual signatures of each member, and very few done as a whole. You can hear it, too. While I think some of that is good, it makes me sad to think that even the recording wasn't done as a group. There were times when the guys refused to be in the studio with each other.
Anyway, Beatles history lesson done.
Quote of the evening: "Hey, man. Dogs are human, too. They have the same parts as horses."
Yes, we were watching Resident Evil. Yes, Jonathan was higher than a kite. No, it's not supposed to make any sense. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Saturday, February 1, 2003 01:46 a.m.
Dirty, dirty people.
I can understand wanting to see a gallery of "adult" Faye pictures. I mean, there are times when I think all she adds to an episode of Bebop is T&A.
But why in God's name would you search for this?!
Morgan took the money and ran Friday, January 31, 2003 07:51 p.m.
English Songs?!
Paige found a mixed CD in the gym that was labelled simply, "English Songs." The handwriting is girly. The artists included Aerosmith, Steppenwolf, the Gorillaz, some Nat King Cole-sounding guy singing Jamaican tunes (!?), Harry Belafonte, and the Beatles, to name a few. There's also some mediocre techno with which I'm not familiar, and a song in a language I can't identify. It sounds like Arabic, perhaps, and a bit like Daler Mehndi.
How the hell do they get "English Songs?!" I'm guessing the owner of this CD is an exchange student, because only someone whose native language is NOT English would lump these songs together under that heading. Never mind that they're not, in fact, all in English. Perhaps these are songs the owner listens to while doing English homework, though I can't imagine "Video Killed the Radio Star," to be a song conducive to studying.
And I thought I had random mixed CDs. I guess not. All I know is that I'm burning this mother before we return it to the gym.
Morgan took the money and ran Friday, January 31, 2003 12:11 p.m.
Drama geek time again!
It's time for a new layout...mwahahaha. I think I'll get to work on that.
Anyway, just so I can jot these ideas down...things that have fascinated me for the last couple days:
The elements of Greek theatre that Shakespeare used...and how he relies on them less and less as his own writing style matures. For example, Titus Andronicus, an early work in Shakespeare's history, screams Greek elements (the woman who tries to sieze what is seen as MALE power, cooking someone's children and feeding them to the parent like in Agamemnon, the daughter who is rendered powerless as a sort of sacrifice, etc.). Hamlet, which came much later, features revenge as a central theme, but in a distinctly less violent way then Greek theatre often advocates. The only really GREEK element is the opening of the play with a watchman, which is also how Agamemnon opens. The other soldiers form a sort of chorus throughout the play, too, but that's stretching it a bit.
The second thing that's been bugging me is the untold elements of Shakespeare's stories. Why is Titania so obsessed with keeping her changeling? Why does Oberon want him so badly? What was it like growing up in Denmark with the "brat pack" of Hamlet, Horatio, Laertes, and Ophelia? What happened while Hamlet was at school, and how does he know the players so well? What happened after his exile to England, and how did he return? Why the hell does ANY of the plot happen in Much Ado?!
Cookie would say these are "actors' questions," that should be answered to complete a character. I wonder why nobody has written something to fill in these gaps as a separate work, like the ultimate fanfic. It could work...Grendel is an awesome companion to Beowulf.
Then again, it might be to Shakespeare what Scarlett was to Gone With the Wind. Yuck.
Morgan took the money and ran Tuesday, January 28, 2003 02:13 p.m.
To thine own self be true, says Polonius. Fat lot of good that does him, he's dead.
Knowing who you are is one thing. Knowing what the hell to do with yourself is an entirely different animal. ^_^ Sometimes I feel like a platypus; I know what I am, but I have no idea of my purpose in this crazy world. It's easy to think God just put you here to laugh at you, but that's just it: it's too easy to think that. Hell, if I end up playing my role in the Force as a doorstop, that's cool. At least I can people watch.
I wish we could reinstate the Native American coming of age/finding yourself ritual thing. Gimme a blanket and some peyote, man. I'll find myself and enjoy it, too.
Morgan took the money and ran Monday, January 27, 2003 10:02 a.m.
And one more thing:
Two new pics in the gallery, Lily and Draco. I have Lily eyes like Helen...fun to draw, they were. As was Sexy GQ Draco...though symmetry is a bitch in faces. I had to slide around bits of him until they were proportioned correctly.
Morgan took the money and ran Monday, January 27, 2003 01:21 a.m.
Slightly less hostile...
Alright, I'm in a better and less rabble-rousing mood today. I got a couple responses from people to the previous entry, and I have to say I love the fact that I have friends who can defend their ideas so damn well. I love youse guys. ^_^
Mom referred to said protesting mood as one of those "hippie moods" I inherited from her, and said my file in the FBI headquarters would definitely have had a red flag on it had I been around then. I said Big Brother can suck my pooper. I think I'll copy bits of my e-mail to Danielle as an explanation/recant/compromise:
Anyway, that whole thing was the result of my being pissed at various different things, all of which happened to have a common thread in the Greek system. We have the same thing here, though it is a little better than it was last year, even. I guess what bothers me is that the whole thing has such potential--several of the sororities were founded because girls couldn't get into less tolerant sororities--and it makes me sad that something with such good intentions can degrade into something that has a weight limit.
But you know, I don't think it's selfish at all to disagree with a lot of what's going on and focus on the good things you get out of it personally. That's the only way to deal with all the shit, really, in any organization. I mean, there's tons of stuff I don't like about some of the things I'm involved in, but some of the people I meet and the experiences are just awesome, and the problems seem just a little more manageable after I realize that.
So. That's that. On a happier and less Students for a Democratic Society note, Andrew O'Brien made me laugh so hard I nearly snarfed my Corona during our Super Bowl gathering at his and Trundle's room. What did he do, I hear you cry? He referred to the string on a tampon as the "rip cord."
I love my friends. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Monday, January 27, 2003 01:02 a.m.
Consider yourself warned.
There is an anti-Greek rant coming. Perhaps I should be more specific and state that it's an anti-drunken obnoxious ATO big brother in the Rat rant, but I know it'll evolve into something more. So if you're going to be offended by this, don't read it. Please.
It occurs to me that the kind of people who have always managed to push my automatic ire buttons have been loud, obnoxious, inconsiderate, bigoted, prejudiced, patronizing, mannerless bastards who feel the need to talk down to someone else to compensate for their complete lack of worth as a human being. And do it at a loud decibel level, in front of a large crowd.
I don't even know the guy, I'd never seen him before in my life, but he was being an utter shithead tonight in the Rat. None of it was even directed at me, but I can't say I've been that angry since middle school. And then it wasn't even that bad, because no matter how arguable it may be, I don't think the "insufferable years" of adolescence can quite compare to the amazing capacity alcohol has for increasing obnoxiousness to an exponential degree.
I came back to my room and cut all my fingernails off short again because I was still seething, and in the process I was clenching my fists so hard they were shaking and my nails were cutting into my hands. And now that I've calmed down somewhat, I'm pissed that that dickweed managed to piss me off enough to cut off my fingernails, which were unusually long for me. I was proud of them.
Paige passed it off as "hell week" for the ATOs and their pledges. I was dead serious when I told her I was glad she was dropping out of AOTT. I know not all frats or soroities do that sort of thing, but for crying out loud. That is ridiculous. The idea that a school can support a system that fosters such degrading behavior floors me. They PADDLE their pledges. Kappa Sigs just make them do stupid stunts, like riding the Lynx statue. That's not dangerous unless campus safety catches you. Hazing to this degree, though, is unacceptable to me.
All this occured after Willett related some gossip he'd heard last night...apparently an ATO raped his pledge, and the pledge has left the school, too humiliated and embarrassed to even press charges. The ATO is still here, as far as I know. Willett was joking about it, claiming that if that happened to him he'd be sort of flattered that the guy found him attractive enough in the first place to get him drunk and rape him. I told him I didn't think it was funny at all. Rape isn't about being attracted to someone. It's about power. It's bad enough for a woman to be raped because she has to deal with all the potential consequences of STDs or pregnancy, not to mention the gaping hole it leaves in the psyche. Society has, for good or ill, come to grips with the idea of women being raped, though. We acknowledge that it happens, and even though I hate the "don't hit women, don't take advantage of women, don't abuse women, etc. because they're weaker" mentality, at least it allows the redeemable part of our culture as Americans to feel some sort of vague connection with a female rape victim, to feel a sense that it is WRONG and that it needs to stop.
Men have it worse, I believe. STDs are still a problem, of course, and pregnancy isn't an issue, but society can't cope with the idea that a man would be a rape victim. It's self-defeating; men can't imagine themselves as being powerless enough to "let themselves" become victims. They're blinded by the ingrained idea that they have to be strong, in charge, and powerful in their own right to be MEN. They can't see that if they're victimized, it's not because they "let" it happen. And so few would ever admit that it happened...a stark few rape cases are reported, but the number that involves male vicitms is miniscule.
The idea that institutions of higher learning can support a system that can produce situations conducive to things like this amazes me. It irks the shit out of me. I want it gone. Fuck sisterhood and brotherhood, it divides the student body. It creates a stigma for every person involved, and a hierarchy that should have been sloughed off with high school graduation gowns. It fosters stereotypes. If you're Greek, you're either a whore of a Tri-Delt, a racist KA, a bitch of a Chi-O, a date-rapist of a Sigma Nu, a pie-eating AOTT, or a goody-two shoes Kappa Sigma. If you're not Greek, you're weird and anti-social. We have enough problems with this without adding to it. WE'RE anti-social? Excuse me, but as I see it, we're the ones who are capable of making friends without having to pay for them. We have a spine enough to do, wear, say, and think what we like, without seeking the approval of some executive committee that dictates how tight our clothes have to be, how much makeup we wear, or even what color our hair has to be. Or if we "have" to drink or not. I can't even go into detail how wrong I think that is...let's create an organization that makes kids pressured to belong to them by peers and relatives, and then force them to start drinking when they've never had a drop before in their lives! Doesn't THAT sound like a progressive idea? If they don't drink, they're just not sister material. Please. As for the parties, let somebody else sponsor them. They'll probably be better anyway. We have an activities board; make them get off their asses and do something about it. If it's the only option, people won't shun their activities like the plague they are now.
[sigh]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to rant for quite this long...and I certainly didn't mean to offend my friends who are Greek and love it. I'm sure you think your situation is different. Perhaps it is. But I think Rhodes would be better off if it had this particular malignant growth excised. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing good that's even come out of the Greek system here is that a sorority house was converted into our theatre.
I may be a God-Damned Independent, but I'm quite certain I'll see some of the rest of them in hell.
Morgan took the money and ran Saturday, January 25, 2003 07:17 p.m.
Ingredients for fun:
Seeing a play that contains the line, "You're my friend, Charlie. I don't care if you fuck your cat, I'll still be there for you," - $17.
Taco Bell - $1.51.
Corona - $5.99.
Discussing Harry Potter fanfiction and watching Iron Chef - priceless.
Morgan took the money and ran Saturday, January 25, 2003 01:15 a.m.
Midwives with Sporks
Oi, Fishy, who needs utensils? Just bite the cord. Mm-mmm good. ^_^
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. That was gross. I'm sorry.
It's one degree here. I want a parka.
May I also say that while I think The Vagina Monologues is a wonderful work in regards to feminism and whatnot, the politics and arguments bred by the logistics of performing them is enough to make me repeat my motto that I would much, MUCH rather work with men in theatre. They don't give a shit if something makes them look fat. ><;;
Morgan took the money and ran Friday, January 24, 2003 12:22 p.m.
C is for Cookie, that's good enough for me.
Mom sent cookies. Good ones, at that. This is why we should all love and honor our fathers and mothers...they give us comfort food.
My current playlist while writing (yes, writing) contains music from Braveheart, Lord of the Rings, Dir en Grey, and Gregorian chant.
Severus angst, here I come!
Morgan took the money and ran Friday, January 24, 2003 12:17 a.m.
Ow.
I'm going to be incredibly sore tomorrow, I can already tell. Movement is fun, and I really like what we're doing, but man...I can tell I haven't done anything remotely athletic in quite some time. I don't even have the breath support I built in band...so I'm going to start playing the flute again on my own time, I think. And walking, if it weren't so effing cold.
It's times like these that I'm glad Excalibur can sit in my lap so I can draw and still lean back in my chair into the warm embrace of my heating pad. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Thursday, January 23, 2003 04:41 p.m.
Reason #8235 why I love my roomie...
...ever have that snack as a kid called, "ants on a log?" You know, spread peanut butter on celery and then line raisins up on it?
We only have golden raisins, so Paige says she's making, "termites on a log." XD
And a random question we've come up with via a weird miscommunication over the phone...in a non-hospital birth, why the hell do they boil water? To sterilize what? The baby?!
We should just go to bed. We're totally useless. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Wednesday, January 22, 2003 11:58 p.m.
Rantings and ravings.
I can understand the motives behind humanity's need to explore every inch of the globe, from the poles to Everest. What I don't understand, however, is why, if we can barely tolerate a temperature in the teens without getting uncomfortable and grouchy, we would ever want to inhabit the areas that are colder than hell. It's stupid. If we were smart, every human being would move to either the Mediterranean or Florida. Old people aren't senile. They're smart. They've put up with life's shit long enough, they shouldn't have to be cold as fuck, too.
Anyway. It's cold here, and I hate it. I think that was my point.
Two new oekakis in the gallery, James and Severus. Yes, Severus. And I'll be damned if he didn't turn out very well. As Helen said, "I'd do him." I didn't let her anywhere near my computer screen this time, though.
I'm sore from Movement, which is part of why the cold is unbearable. It hurts to move, anyway, and then add cold-achyness to it, too, and I can't do shit without things creaking and feeling like silly putty stretched just a little too far. At least my teeth have acclimated, and thus my head hasn't hurt recently. Stupid teeth, they've actually done something right for once.
It's fun to keep silent during the first few initial meetings of a new class, and then suddenly jump into the discussion with insightful comments that leave the professor blinking in confusion. This is why I love my Search class now. Don't argue with me over Wordsworth. I had Saunders my junior year in high school, which means I will end you. My only complaint is that we're not reading Blake or Coleridge. I don't see how you can read one without the others, they're like three bookends. Well, Wordsworth and Coleridge are, anyway, and Blake is just too damn cool for his own good.
Ye Gods, I'm a nerd. I need to go do homework.
Morgan took the money and ran Wednesday, January 22, 2003 09:03 p.m.
What could be more fun than reading Wallace Stevens?
Pretty much anything. But in my case, it's being a complete computer artist-geek and spending even more ridiculous amounts of time doodling online. Writing is a good alternative, as well, and I've done a little bit of that tonight, too. I managed to squeeze out a couple more pages of Remus angst. What joy.
I'd post the artwork in the gallery, but I really don't feel like FTP right now. It's too close to work.
Tuesdays and Thursdays leave me exhausted, mentally from Set Design and physically from Movement and Performing Shakespeare. I'm going to be in the best shape of my life after this semester...Jesus Christ.
For crying out loud, I want to do a complete design mock-up of Hamlet. Costumes, set, lights, the whole works. Too bad we don't get to design the play of our choosing until after the student research project presentations have already happened. Unless I do it all on my own, and then I'd have it done by the time my final project rolled around...or I could just round out the Polly costume designs and research from last year and present those. Hmm.
Hamlet would be a lot of research and design work that takes up time I'm not sure I'll have for much longer...but God, would it be worth it.
We'll just have to see. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Tuesday, January 21, 2003 10:35 p.m.
One more thing...
Stout's current away message: listining to christian deathmetal getting ready for class and holy murder
Christian deathmetal? God have mercy on us all... o.O
Morgan took the money and ran Tuesday, January 21, 2003 09:04 a.m.
Yaaaarrrrgh!
I've forgotten much, much more about perspective scene designs than I thought I had. It's taken me hours and I'm still not even halfway done...grrrrr.
It's wouldn't be so bad if Ms. Laura hadn't given us ROUND platforms and NESTED arches to "refresh our memories," with. Man, give me a step unit. I'll draw square things all day long. It's these damn curves that are giving me fits.
I need to eat something because I have stage movement this morning, and I don't want to pass out during stretches. -_-;;
Morgan took the money and ran Tuesday, January 21, 2003 08:00 a.m.
He had it comin'...
I don't remember if I mentioned earlier that I saw Chicago last night...whoa. I'm not a huge fan of musical theatre in general, but damn. This thing is great on stage, but even better as a movie. In a way, I'm glad Moulin Rouge ushered in a new generation of musical films. The technology and cinematography is so much more advanced and, well, different than it was in the heyday of Hollywood musicals...I'd like to see more done. I would KILL to see a new film version of West Side Story. Or Sweeney Todd.
Anyway, this spawned a little comparison in my head...Velma Kelly...Faye Valentine...sounds like fodder for an oekaki of Faye in that sexy "All That Jazz" dress. There's also one of Peter Pettigrew I did at OekakiWolf. Not a huge Peter fan, but he was part of the group, nonetheless.
Now I have to tear myself away from the oekaki boards to do REAL drawings for set design. Poo.
Morgan took the money and ran Monday, January 20, 2003 10:44 p.m.
*huggles*
I've just spent six hours cleaning out all the junk that was in the costume shop, which wasn't in the costume shop because it was condemned...so it had all been crammed into the green room over break until they could erect our "new" trailer. So, after going through an absolutely AMAZING amount of stuff, we've started moving into the new building.
The fun part is that I got to see some of the coolest clothing I've ever seen...the costumes from Into the Woods were amazing. I thought they were neat when I saw the show on my admissions tour, but seeing them up close...whoa. David outdid himself on that one, and it's no wonder that production almost sent him over the edge. ^_^
I also managed to scrounge some neat stuff for myself, like some pinstripe shirts (which I adore) and a black and red kimono-style dressing gown that I have no use for, but I just couldn't stand the thought of it getting sent to MIFA. I also snagged a ratty old men's dress shirt to use as a painting smock, which I need desperately since I always manage to get something permanent spilled on my person.
As for the title of this entry, I hope you feel better and can get settled into your little corner of the world. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Monday, January 20, 2003 04:02 p.m.
Harry Potter + Oekaki = Obsession
This can't be good. I've discovered a Harry Potter oekaki board with an ENGLISH interface, so I can figure out how the different masks work now...
I'm never doing homework again. ^_^;;
Anyway, there's a new oekaki of Lupin in the gallery. Netfirms has now placed not one, but TWO banner ads on the thing. Bite me, I hate advertising. Well, better than giant pop-ups like at the pit of voles.
Yes, in case you're wondering, I am going to draw ALL of the Marauders and the like. That includes Lily and Snape. I just love the thought of them all as being around my age (well, my age a few years ago...). Remus turned out with sexier lips than I ever thought I could draw.
Me: Alright, who wants first dibs on the werewolf?
Sirius, James, Peter, Lily, Snape, Harry, Hermione and anyone else who's ever been paired with Remus in fanfic: [big, toothy grin en masse]
Remus: [gulp]
This could be fun. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Sunday, January 19, 2003 02:49 p.m.
Now with more sodium! Sweet Jesus!
Have duct-taped and super-glued a gallery of my artwork together. The banner ad bites, but it's all I can do right now. The link can also be found down in the bottom right corner of this particular layout.
Morgan took the money and ran Sunday, January 19, 2003 01:32 a.m.
Next Harry Potter pre-ordered...
...fanfic brewing...must...fight...argh. Poison Tree is starting to swirl around in my head more now, so perhaps I'll post a snippet or two. As a matter of fact, I think I will. You can find a very, very small snippet, ending at an outrageously horrible moment, here.
Morgan took the money and ran Saturday, January 18, 2003 04:33 p.m.
Snow!
Less than an inch this morning and it's all gone now due to the GORGEOUS sunny weather we have now, but it was still beautiful while it lasted. Colder than hell, but beautiful.
Let me just say that while I'm happy with being friends (friends are great), there's something liberating about opening a bottle of fine gin given to you by another man and just saying, "This can only suck if I give it a straw."
Morgan took the money and ran Saturday, January 18, 2003 03:21 p.m.
She's an easy scare, she's a simple bluff.
What do you get when you combine sort-of weird conversations about your relationship with the opposite sex, production meetings for the Vagina Monologues, and THAT time of the month?
The Indigo Girls are on my current playlist, which I have dubbed, "Estrogen."
Damn it all for killing my creative mood when I actually have a free night!!!
Morgan took the money and ran Friday, January 17, 2003 05:29 p.m.
In the absence of martyrs there's the presence of thieves.
You know, I never had a particularly religious upbringing. Mom was raised American Baptist and Dad was raised small-town-mind-your-own-business-don't-take-God's-name-in-vain Baptist. We never attended services until we moved to NC, and then it was only about a year until the church pissed my parents off and we never returned. In high school we were required to attend services in town on a regular basis, and I experienced the fiasco known as the Presbyterian church in that town (I'm sorry, my idea of services doesn't involved sitting on the floor in a conference room eating donuts and watching a B-grade film on how we're all going to hell). After that I just gave in and went to Catholic mass. It was early, short, in a beautiful church, and not overly patronizing in its message. I learned a lot about the faith during those masses by reading all the literature in the pews, since I'm not baptized Catholic and couldn't participate in much.
Anyway, the point of all this is, I sort of vaguely miss it. I was doing some visual research of stained glass in Chartres for an oeakaki, and I just sort of...missed it. I don't believe particularly strongly in the idea of religion, but I do believe that of all things it'm most important to have faith, regardless of what it's in. I don't care if it's only in yourself, or in God, or in some obscure Druidic tree spirit. If you don't believe in something, you're hollow, a prisoner of your own doubt.
Jeez. It's too fucking early to be this philosophical. My intent was to simply say that while I abhor the majority of "contemporary" Christian rock/pop/drivel, I have latched onto Jennifer Knapp for some reason. Maybe it's because I didn't realize she was a Christian singer until I looked up a few lyrics, or perhaps it's because the girl has a set of PIPES. Nice and powerful, husky, grungy...no kum-bay-yah here.
Morgan took the money and ran Friday, January 17, 2003 09:50 a.m.
Wakka wakka wakka.
Just posted my second oekaki since the arrival of what I have started calling (with some encouragement) Excalibur. Arthur accomplished great things with his blade, and as Willett pointed out, the pen (or stylus, in this case) is mightier than the sword.
My head is teeming with design ideas for Hamlet. Having all the artwork running around in there was bad enough, but now I have design and space concepts, too. I mentioned it to Cookie, and she said she wanted me to sit in on the design meetings. Whoa. Maybe Hamlet won't be the break from design that David had hoped it would be for me...not that I mind. ^_^ When Cookie referred to the rehearsal space as "sacred," and revealed that the players will start the show by "setting" the scene (ie., fiddling with lights or set pieces) with a jam session, she also said Horatio will say the "Speak the speech..." soliloquy then.
This is going to be so fucking cool. I've thought of the players as gypsy-sort of figures for a while now, whether in the traditional sense or in the more modern goth/punk/artist vein. Horatio will, in starting the show this way, be doing what he tells Hamlet he'll do in Act V...tell his story. Hamlet is a story, after all. It's Shakespeare [said with a horrible British accent], granted, but it's a story first and foremost. And I kept thinking of the space as sacred, and the gypsies coming out to start the scene...maybe one could pour a sand circle on the stage or throw something on a bonfire or carry a torch...something like that to give it a religious, oral-tradition mystique, and have Horatio begin the monologue. Like Hamlet's story has become something the players perform at other venues, thanks to Horatio's loyalty.
That's it. I'm keeping a journal for this thing, since it's boring to those of you not interested who frequent this blog. ^_^ It'll probably be typed, but I do want one that looks and feels the way I think the play should look and feel, and it should have lots of room for doodles and designs. Perhaps I can combine it with my journal for movement, though I think I want the Hamlet one to be more of a sketchbook.
Before I head off to finish up my reading for Search and roll into bed, I give you a tie for Quotation of the Day:
"Man, I couldn't get in to see Urinetown this summer. I was so pissed." --Travis
"I want y'all's opinion on something...the only thing holding me back from going into the adult film industry is that I want to get married someday. Is that stupid?" --Stout...yep, that's right. Stout.
>D
Morgan took the money and ran Thursday, January 16, 2003 11:50 p.m.
George W. gettin' his groove on...
I never really saw the point of visualizations in Media Player. I'm not going to sit and watch little swirls of color unless I'm on drugs, and if I'm on drugs, I'm not going to be on my computer.
This made me change my mind. The George W. one makes me laugh my ass off...he does this funny little old man dance with a head bob and elbow groovin'. So far I find Sinatra strangely fitting, but Daft Punk was just as amusing, as was "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun."
Finally replaced my Don Henley CD that snapped in half last spring. I missed my slick 80s nostalgia.
I'm missing three CDs. I think I took them home and forgot where I put them, though I have no idea why I would have put them anywhere but in my case. I'll bet the demon squirrels took them. Who knew squirrels listened to Counting Crows?
My tablet is still cool enough to make me squeal when I pick up my grippy pen. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Wednesday, January 15, 2003 07:11 p.m.
*ding*
Thank you for riding the elevator to heaven, please come again.
My tablet arrived today. So beautiful...blue...comfy-grip pen...menu buttons...I would drool, but I don't want to get it wet.
Who's ready for some oekaki?! ^___^
Morgan took the money and ran Wednesday, January 15, 2003 02:11 p.m.
T minus one hour and counting...
Classes resume today...wheeee. I'm such a geek. There's something about the descent to the basement of the bookstore and the smell of new books (and the large amounts of money it requires to buy all the ones I need) that gives my spine a little electric wiggle. Or perhaps that's the optimistic anti-cosumer whore inside growling, "I'VE JUST SPENT THREE HUNDRED DOLLARS ON TEXTBOOKS! I'D DAMN WELL BETTER HAVE GOOD CLASSES THIS SEMESTER!!!"
Ah. I realize I haven't yet told you about my wonderful night o' wonders last night... O.O < crude juvenile humor > After dinner in the newfangled Rat, I went with Helen, Hannah, and Willett to TCBY. While waiting in line, Willett went to the bathroom and returned immediately with a stunned expression on his face and said, "Helen, if you ever do anything in your life, follow me into the men's room."
Anyway, what he took us back there one by one to show us was the absolute largest specimen of human excrement I've ever seen in my life. We ended up sitting around in the store making jokes about it for a good thirty minutes, and then Willett came back to campus to retrieve his camera and take a picture of it. We kept imagining a bizarre film combination of Milo and Otis and Mr. Hanky, featuring Willett and Turd. I refused to draw the comic...but I have a feeling my resolve will wear down soon and Willett will have his Willett & Turd's Excellent Adventure. < /crude juvenile humor>
Only in college. -_-;;
Morgan took the money and ran Wednesday, January 15, 2003 09:26 a.m.
How bizarre.
Went antiquing with Paige, Helen, etc. today. Helen rummaged around and found an out of print Page/Plant CD she'd been looking for for ages...we get in her car and stick it in the stereo, and it's a Janet Jackson album from 1997.
Most definitely NOT Robert Plant and Jimmy Page. It was quite a shock.
Morgan took the money and ran Monday, January 13, 2003 09:16 p.m.
With baited breath...
...I await JourneyEd to confirm the shipment of my new graphics tablet. Wheeeeeeeee.
I saved myself some money by not ordering directly from Wacom (there's the link if anyone's interested), but it was still a hefty sum. Hell, if I'm going to splurge, it might as well be on something with which I can be creative, right? Right.
And, on top of that, I finally got my DVD drive to work again. Take that, Windows XP. You can suck my pooper.
Anyway, the non-nerdling news is that I'm back at school and all settled in, for the most part. I just have to re-run my illegal extension cord all the way around to room to power my microwave and I'll be set.
I'm not sure which is stranger, being on campus when no-one else is, or being on campus when half the student body is still gone and it feels like a weird pseudo-weekend but different, because you have no classes and no homework to stress about yet. It's not like starting the fall semester because it's not been that long since you've seen everyone. It feels strangely like last year at this time, which is odd.
It's time for some 80s. Radical.
Morgan took the money and ran Monday, January 13, 2003 10:24 a.m.
Our country is doomed. Doomed, I say.
From a silly trivia game on Leno showcasing the idiocy of America's common man:
Leno: Kim, could you identify this man?
Kim: Um...he was a king...
Leno: Yes, he was a king. Could you be more specific?
Kim: King...king...King Tut. Yeah, King Tut.
For the love of all that is holy, I am moving to Canada. They may have funny accents, but they have better gun laws and aren't quite so openly stupid.
Morgan took the money and ran Saturday, January 11, 2003 12:06 a.m.
Danger, Will Robinson! Danger!
I feel like blogging but don't really have much to talk about. This could lead to either weirdness or some sort of rant. Be ye warned.
Sooooooo ready to go back to school. Soooooo tired of being sick, and it being sooooooooo dry in this place. I need moisture. I never thought I'd miss humidity, but I find myself pining for my wet, dreary Memphis. If I neglect to put lotion on my hands there, they don't end up looking like Voldemort claws within fifteen minutes of showering. I miss my little fridge, and our hula dancers on top of the TV, and Elvis (the alligator), and my lava lamps, and my books, and the cozy cubby-hole that is my bed.
Of course, I miss the people, too. Some of them. I'm disturbed that I haven't heard from Kyle, but I suppose he's a big boy and can take care of himself, though paying the phone bill isn't part of that, apparently.
I need to get back so I can perform an exorcism on my computer and slap it back into shape. This might require the performance of an unforgivable curse...I'm thinking the only way to get XP to behave itself is to perform the Cruciatus on it on a regular basis.
Must go peer at these doodles of Tooth in better light to see if anything is worth salvaging. Bwahaha...Willett's going to love this. ^_^
Morgan took the money and ran Friday, January 10, 2003 12:07 a.m.
Stout's current away message:
"DINNER, FEEDING MY PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND."
May I say that I am, strangely enough, both deeply frightened and amused to no end by this. ^_^
Little Stouts running around...heh. They'd be cute until they developed their father's bizarre tendencies and the government had to haul them away to some underground observation facility.
Morgan took the money and ran Thursday, January 9, 2003 12:12 p.m.
We're all searching for something, I guess...
...though why anyone would be searching for "Jeanne drunk," is beyond me. I'm sure it's not MY Jeanne, and even if it is, why are you looking up her state of inebriation on the 'net?! Sickos.
This also gave me a laugh..."Elvis deathday list radio." I suppose I was asking for that one, what with living in Memphis and owning an alligator who happens to share his name with the King of Rock & Roll.
This makes me want to find random words in friends' blogs and do bizarre searches on Google, just for shits and giggles.
Morgan took the money and ran Thursday, January 9, 2003 03:58 a.m.
Oh, sweet Jesus.
Leno just ATE a glob of cholesterol hairdressing. He stuck his finger in the jar and just ATE some.
0.0;;
Morgan took the money and ran Thursday, January 9, 2003 12:02 a.m.
Yuck.
Nothing like being sick as a dog for the last week of break...blech. At least it was just a couple days, and at home. I can't imagine how miserable it would have been to have this strike while at school. Poor Paige...she takes care of me enough as it is. ^_^
New layout...sort of random, it came from my long talk with Catt in which our mutual fondness for Gren came up. I'm not sure why I chose the title...it just seemed to fit, somehow.
Hmmm...Gren...Death...that could make for some interesting interpretations. And some interesting fanfiction. I guess I haven't entirely gotten over my Shinigami phase.
Morgan took the money and ran Wednesday, January 8, 2003 06:59 p.m.
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