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Tuesday, July 31, 2001
 Where. are. my. archives. ::kills Blogger and its pitiful troubleshooting suggestions::
Priscilla said at 12:07 PM You never know just how much you miss having a weblog until you lose the ability to blog for a week. ::shudder:: It's like losing a limb.
Priscilla said at 11:28 AM Happy Birthday to Harry Potter! According to the generally accepted HP timeline, today Harry turns 21. ::snickers::
Priscilla said at 11:21 AM New poll! Go vote. Cheddar is the winner from the last poll, you boring, unoriginal little monkeys.
Priscilla said at 11:13 AM Amusing feedback on my Mary Sue Litmus test: i hate this test it is to easy make it more hard i am just joking i like it
Yes, indeed. Priscilla said at 11:03 AM I added a bunch of people to my list of fellow bloggers. Be nice and visit them? Pretty Please?
Priscilla said at 8:04 AM The WOFSers are rebelling. Here are a bunch of quotes I've gathered that will hopefully keep them satisfied for the next few minutes. They're mainly quotes I've collected at Cambridge, plus a few random quotes that happened to be in my notebook and sketchbook. Bah.
It's like the ancient Greek gods. They punish us by giving us what we want. It was "I wish she was strangled" and she gets strangled. Of course, we're glad that she gets strangled, because she was a bitch. --Mark Patterson, the Hitchcock teacher, referring to "Strangers on a Train" If they hadn't had a cup of tea, perhaps Cambridge would be credited for discovering Neptune. --James Lancashire, the astronomy lecturer It's obviously unfortunate that we don't have three equivalent female stereotypes. --The British history lecturer You're expected to sit complacently with your head in the sand while politicians make decisions for you. --On "What makes someone an American" "When you want the true American flavour..." --Cigarette ad in "Buddy Holly" Grace Kelly in "Rear Window": I want you to tell me everything you saw, and what you think it means. Mark Patterson: (stopping the film) Alright, I want you to tell me everything you saw, and what you think it means. Sometimes, mothers have good intentions but not much sense. --my mom Kellie: I don't know if I'd want to use handmade cosmetics. Random Man walking by: YOU need a telescope! Everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey. --A lyric on the "White Album" by the Beatles It had lots of great action. Lots of people blew up. I was happy. --My sister You've never lived until you've had a nutella crepe. --My sister Is that Harry Potter turning into a woman? --Waiter at Chili's, regarding my picture of Trelawney Swift: My name is Swift. Me: Why thank you! Swift: No, I meant "What is your name?" Me: My name is "why thank you" Swift: So what's up, Why Thank You? --from the Chili's conversation I've got blisters on my feet, yes! --Lyric from the White Album; now a thought bubble on a rather frightening picture of Gilderoy Lockhart in my sketchbook Today is my 2/3 birthday. I need a life. --Random scribbling in my sketchbook Priscilla said at 7:55 AM
Monday, July 30, 2001
Woo-hoo!!! I have no idea how this happened, but I finally was able to log into Blogger! Ye-HAW! Skanky British computers refuse to let me in. ::thwaps evil computers:: So I suppose this is Cambridge: Part One. Muah! This extends all the way to July 19-20th.
26.7.01 My sister's birthday! Joy of joys! Scientific discoveries was oh-so-cool, as we learned about brain and spinal chord repair. It was fascinating! The British history was rather disheartening -- only 324 -- but I'm sure he'll regain his footing. We watched the first half of "Rear Window" in Hitchcock today, which was awesome. Afterwards, I stopped by a bookstore and picked up the British editions of CoS and PoA, which caused me immense satisfaction. I didn't have to worry about others mocking me for my literary tastes! Muaha! 25.7.01 The British History teacher never ceases to amaze me. In roughly an hour, he managed to say "um" over 930 times. That's no mean feat! In Hitchcock, we watched the second half of "Strangers on a Train", which rocks. Hurrah! In the SAT course, we finished the SAT. I got a 1380 (640V, 740M), which is fairly decent, as I got a 1240 when I took it in 7th grade. Still, it was amusing to find that I was either highest or second highest in the class. ::snicker:: The evening activity was a trip to the movie theatre to see "Bridget Jones' Diary", which was hilarious. Even more amusing was imagining Hugh Grant with curly blonde hair in the role of Gilderoy Lockhart. ::snerk:: 24.7.01 As we enter our week-long slog, we begin to repeat a great deal of events in the daily schedule. Therefore, several days will have little or no entry. Basically, the only thing differing from yesterday is that the Scientific Discoveries class was boring as heck and the British history course was incredibly amusing, as I spent the lecture couning the number of times our lecturer said the word "um". The count was approximately 753. ::evil cackle::. However, no um-count could liven up my SAT course. It was still mind-bogglingly dull, as we worked the first three sections of a real SAT. I just hope that the questions are that simple when I take it for real during my Junior year! Redeeming the day was my ever-amusing Hitchcock class, in which we viewed and discussed the first half of "Strangers on a Train", a fabulous movie that I would highly reccomend. The evening activity was lasertag, which was incredibly amusing. I befriended a guy named Greg -- a much-needed kindred spirit. He was interested in computer graphics, theatre, and science fiction. Unfortunately, I haven't seen him since. Drat. 23.7.01 A landmark day, as I discovered the Phoenix Computer Lab, along with the gift of the username and password of one of my teachers for the Cambridge Scientific Discoveries class. The class was fabulous, as it covered Nanotechnology -- an incredibly cool field of study. Also, the lecturer-of-the-day looked a bit like Professor Lupin, which is always a plus. In my glorious internet romp, I got to see what the Fictionalley mods did with the Starling collaboration, and I was incredibly pleased. It looked fabulous! I also read the first 1/5 of DS15, which was indeed groovy. I can't wait for Draco Veritas! The British History lecture was possibly the least interesting thing I've ever been forced to sit through. He rivals Professor Binns in terms of interesting class lectures. I spent most of the class doodling whilst the girl next to me took 5 pages of notes. I have no idea what she was writing down! It was a joyous occasion when he dismissed us and we were free to go to lunch. Instead, I spent my time in a CD store buying a copy of Abbey Road, which had been tragically left at home (there's no way I could survive 3 weeks without Abbey Road), and the White Album. I was thoroughly amused by the obviously drug-induced lyrics, including "Everybody's got something to hide except for me and my monkey" -- an instant classic in my sketchbook. For lunch, I grabbed an ice cream cone at the last minute. Gotta love street vendors! In a definite contrast to British History, the Hitchcock class was fantastic! I sat next to Krista, a girl I had befriended at breakfast, who lost the ability to walk due to cerebral palsy. We got to be great friends. The class was spent coming up with our own directorial ideas for filming a sequence in which "a teenage girl comes home to tell her father she is pregnant". It was so much fun. 22.7.01 We went to London again to visit the British Museum, which was fantastic! Everyone agreed that we should have had more than 1 1/2 hours there. Anyway, I got to see the Rosetta Stone, which was thoroughly disappointing, as I envisioned a towering, 10-foot-tall monolith and the real thing was just about 2 feet tall. Much to everyone's disappointment, we went shopping again in the same place as yesterday. Rather pointless, in my opinion. We spent the two hours (!) we had there eating dinner and trying not to order alcoholic beverages by accident. I kept insisting that we go to a bookstore, but because I was the only one, it never happened. 21.7.01 The next day, we drove to London. I was a bit disappointed, because it said we were taking private coaches. I envisioned rattly, horse-drawn carriages, when what we got were ordinary buses. Bah. Anyway, we went to the Tower of London, which was oodles of fun. Waiting in line at a gift shop, I heard this weird French guy speaking in rapid French to his wife behind me and pointing at my back. I twisted around to make sure that there was nothing on my sweatshirt or anything wrong with my braid, but there was nothing to be concerned about. Still, the French man gestured obviously at my back and spoke to his wife. I turned to my friend Kellie, who was standing next to me, and said "C'est tres amusant quand les Francaises pensent que les Americains stupides ne peuvent pas comprendre sa langue!" (This means "It's really amusing when the French think that the stupid Americans can't understand their language"). I don't think he heard me. I bought a Lockhart-worthy quill and a bottle of ink for use on the first day of school. I'm far too amused. Afterwards, we went to a fabulous art museum, where Kellie and I drooled over gorgeous paintings by Delacroix, Picasso, Turner, Monet, Van Gogh, Degas, and more. I was especially amused at one painting's reference to Väinämöinen, which is the last name of Tanja's Mary Sue, Procent Hydronium-Väinämöinen. ::cackles:: Another amusing point was when another Cambridge student started hitting on Kellie -- rather obviously, in my opinion. Good times, good times. Later, we went to a shopping area, where I bought a multitude of postcards and made a point to find a cybercafe. Joy of all joys! Afterwards, we all went to see Buddy, a "musical" about Buddy Holly. I think it was more an homage than a musical, though, because there were no original songs -- just a bunch of Buddy Holly songs and a slight semblance of plot. Oh well. I was incredibly amused by a billboard in the show with a cigarette ad that read "When you want the true American flavour", spelled the British way. I wonder if anyone involved was aware of it. 20.7.01 After getting little to no sleep working on my horrible Government disk and my glorious Starling collaboration for Fictionalley.org, I got onto a plane bound for North Carolina. Joy. I thouroughly amused myself for the four hour layover, including such joyous activities as taking 45 minutes to eat an orange, listening to my mom play one of those airport pianos no one is supposed to play, and eating the last beef I would get for three weeks due to my parents' paranoia over the British beef scare. Such fun. The plane ride consisted of an incredibly odd movie about a mother-daughter con artist team targeting old, rich, unmarried men. I fell asleep in the middle. The next morning, when I woke up, I was living off a total of 6 hours of sleep from the past two nights together. I was sleepy, to say the least. Anyway, we took a cab to Cambridge (about an hour and a half), where the Cambridge people realized that I had no dorm room. They said they would sort it out while I was at Ely Cathedral, so I didn't give it much thought. Ely was gorgeous! It had the niftiest dome; I'll have to scan in pictures when I develop and print them. I also met a guy that looked surprisingly named Draco Malfoy, named Mike. I was certainly amused. My mom and I kept giving each other knowing looks and laughing. Yes, I got photos. Shortly afterwards, my mom left for her hotel so that she could get prepared for her flight to Italy, as she was going to take a week-long photography workshop in Tuscany. Meanwhile, I got together with the other girls in my hall to go shopping (blech). We dragged Mike along, which was amusing, because the other girls were mostly concerned with buying female undergarments. Unfortunately, I had to leave the fun early to go to my SAT class, which was the most dull experience thusfar in my life. The only source of amusement was the fact that I got every question right in the sections we did. Amusingly, the only vocab word I couldn't decipher, "hedonism", appeared that night in my Discworld book. I laughed. "What's so funny?" my hall-mates asked me. "Hedonism!" I responded. I think this is why they decided to leave me alone from that point. That evening, we had a pizza party in one of the girl's rooms, where I made the further mistake of using the word "extrapolate" in cold blood. I unwittingly created a mental image of "hermit-genius" for myself. Bah. Priscilla said at 12:21 PM
Thursday, July 19, 2001
Ann is happy. I am happy. We are happy. We are happy together.
Priscilla said at 9:03 AM Wow. I sure am having a heck of a time keeping my eyes open, I observed this morning. Then I realized the reason. Three hours of sleep tends to do that to a person. Last night, I stayed up until after 4AM to finish the stupid Government disk and the Starling collaboration CG. Bah. I'll have to wait for Heidi to give the okay before I post it, of course. ::acts all secret agent-like::
Priscilla said at 8:40 AM
Wednesday, July 18, 2001
I love finding messages on my little portable keyboard thing. Quite amusing...
Hello. My name is Eunice. I am clinically depressed. I like to yell and shout at people, because it’s fun. I want to take over the world. a.k.a help Chungy out. Well, at least fund her efforts…global domination…hmmmmm…sounds like breakfast Priscilla said at 10:42 PM UPS can just bite me. We bought a bag online to be used on my trip to Cambridge, and it was supposed to arrive Monday. I called UPS, and they said it won't be delivered until tomorrow. After I've already left. AAARG. ::kills UPS::
Priscilla said at 5:48 PM It's OVER! MUAHAHAHA!!!! Summer school is finally finito! Now all I have to do is pack, then I'll be able to CG to my heart's content! ::happy dance::
Priscilla said at 5:32 PM
Tuesday, July 17, 2001
"I've got you, you slippery little Prime Minister man! Shri Atal Bihari Vajpayee, eat my modem!"
These were my exact words when I found out yet another of many leaders of the world that I'll have to know for tomorrow's giant government final. I think I need to take breaks more often... Priscilla said at 10:14 PM The horror! I just found out that at Cambridge, we won't have email or web access! ::dies:: Fortunately, there are a bunch of cybercafes nearby and I get really long lunch breaks. Of course, I was planning on doing most of my WIAN research during lunch breaks. Hell. I suppose that I'll alternate days or something. ::sighs:: I don't want to go into RML and WOFS withdrawal! ::clutches Tanja::
Priscilla said at 11:24 AM I think I need to take Trailer!Ron's advice and get my priorities in order. I have 50 billion really large things due tomorrow, but the only thing I'm actually worrying about is finishing the Top Secret Project with Monica. ::sigh:: Ye gods, and I still have to pack, too...
Priscilla said at 11:15 AM ::chokes and dies:: It's official. Hugh Grant is playing Gilderoy Lockhart in "Chamber of Secrets". ::wrinkes nose:: Hugh Grant is nifty, but I just can't imagine him playing our dear Gilderoy. ::sigh:: Why is it that whenever I try to type Hugh Grant's name, I type Cary Grant instead? Bah.
Anyway, it's now revival time! I first published this May 25th, and I thought it was incredibly amusing. A poem to Gilderoy Lockhart, by yours truly. Composed for Tanja's Guestbook. Gilderoy, oh Gilderoy. You're the man that I'd employ. For the D.A.D.A. job. Much better than that Lupin slob! Gilderoy, dear Gilderoy You always were a brilliant boy You aced all quizzes and your tests, You outshine (by far) all the rest. 'Cause Gilderoy, yes, Gilderoy, You know that magic's not a toy You fight the Dark Arts every day For hardly any wage or pay. And Gilderoy, dear Gilderoy, You're not egotistical at all or coy You're the pinnacle of modesty Now about your fifteenth biography... Priscilla said at 12:49 AM
Monday, July 16, 2001
GAH! I forgot to watch the second night of "Mists of Avalon"! Drat! Oh well. I suppose it was better in the long run. This way, I'll be able to finish my government junk and get a bit more CG time in. ::sighs dramatically::
Priscilla said at 11:30 PM The Benny Tour of RENT is over! ::sobs:: And I only saw it 4 times! Ooh, I envy Renata, who's seen it about 30 times. At least. Maybe 40. Or 50. And don't think I'm joking. She was practically best friends with Curtis Cregan, who played Mark (well, most of the time he was a swing, but later on, he became Mark! Ha!). Renata has no life. XD ::schnoogles Renata::
Anyway, in other Rent news, all the taxis around Dallas have been advertising Rent recently. This is strange, because I don't think they're coming to Dallas any time soon. They came last November (I went for my birthday! Yay!), and I don't think that any tours are coming here soon. The Angels are long gone and the Bennies just died tonight, and the Joannes only tour Canada, I believe. What's up with that? Who will become the new American tour? Are we doomed to pilgrimage to the Nederlander any time we want to see Rent? Tragic, I tell you. ::frowls:: Priscilla said at 11:28 PM Mr. Long put "Yesterday", "Ooblah dee" (major sp-age, I'm sure), and "Surfin' USA" on our take-home HAM test. I was certainly amused.
Priscilla said at 12:24 AM
Sunday, July 15, 2001
The battle was a tie. Kell and Dave Thomas emerged in a draw. Congratulations to you both! ::crowns them with laurels::
Priscilla said at 11:32 PM I just saw the first half of the "Mists of Avalon" miniseries. I really wish that people still dressed like that! I love all of those Medieval clothing styles! They're just so nifty! Last year, I wore a dress like that to the Winter Formal, and I got oodles of compliments. Bwahaha! And those hairstyles, when not made entirely of dreadlocks, were awesome. I wish I could do that with my hair, but it's not thick enough, and probably not long enough either. ::sigh::
Priscilla said at 10:04 PM Holy cow... I haven't updated WIAN in nearly a month. I've got to get cracking!
Priscilla said at 6:18 PM Transcript of 60 Minutes - Andy Rooney (it was . . . funnier when you saw it. Really.)
All of use who work in television news are constantly being accused of emphasizing the negative side of everything. We get letters saying we never cover a story unless something terrible happends. Tonight we've put together a little news broadcast to give you an idea of how it would look if you had it your way. "I'm here by the Mississippi. It's raining but the river is not overflowing its banks. "As a matter of fact, it doesn't look to me as though there's any danger of a flood whatsoever. People are not piling up sandbags. No one has been forced to evacuate his home and the Governor has not asked that this be declared a federal disaster area." "O'Hare Airport in Chicago is one of the nation's busiest. At 11 A.M., a jet aircraft with 168 passengers and ten crew members on board started down the long runway. The plane, headed for London, took off without incident . It landed without incident too. Everyone on board is now in London. "One passenger on board that plane was quoted as saying he didn' t like the fake milk they served with the coffee." "For a report from New York City we take you to our correspondent standing in front of the Plaza, one of the New York City's most luxurious hotels. "This is the Plaza, one of New York City's most luxurious hotels. CBS News has learned that last evening, after a night on the town, the Shah of Franakapan and his semi-beautiful wife returned to their hotel suite after depositing more than a million dollars' worth of jewelry in the hotel safe. The jewls included the famous Cooch Behar Diamond. "This morning, when the safe was opened, all the jewelry including the famous Cooch Behar Diamond was right there where they'd left it." "In Florida, the orange crop was hit by another night of average weather. "The oranges just hung in there and grew." "Oil industry officials announced today they were lowering prices because they just don't need the money. One reason for their affluence is their safety records. "The oil tanks behind me are very close to a residential area. If they were on fire, smoke would be seen billowing up for miles around. They aren't on fire, though; they're just sitting there." "In Detroit, a General Motors spokesman announced today that more than 174,000 Chevrolets made in the late fall of 1974 would not be recalled. They are all perfect. "At eleven-thirty this evening, CBS News will present a special report listing the serial numbers of those cars." And if that's what you want to hear, that's the way it was. Good evening. Priscilla said at 12:24 PM
Saturday, July 14, 2001
Take the evil quiz! ::cackles:: Thanks to fellow RMLer Liz for the link. She definitely owed me something amusing after shattering my innocence even further by telling me of the existence of HHGTG slash. Excuse me, I'm off to go kill myself... meanwhile, go ahead and take the quiz. Find out if you are truly evel, or merely evil. Here's one question just to give you an idea of the scope of the test:
QUESTION #1: How do you start your morning routine? A) Wake up at 6:00 A.M. and sing merrily in the shower! B) A five mile jog and rigorous set of exercises. C) Hit the snooze alarm for the tenth time in as many minutes. D) Have a cup of coffee, read the daily newspaper and then plot the downfall of western civilization. Priscilla said at 11:23 PM All of LiveJournal is dead except for Ann's blog. I think I have a good idea who's responsible...
Priscilla said at 11:16 PM ::flails:: What happened to Rebecca's blog?!? ::continues to flail::
Priscilla said at 11:14 PM Why is the logo for Square Pictures a rectangle?
Priscilla said at 9:23 PM My local Blockbuster is giving away free Wilson antenna balls if you rent or buy the DVD of Castaway. I want one! ::frowls:: Of course, this becomes difficult, because I'd rather gouge my eyes out with a tape dispenser than watch Castaway again. I need a cunning plan...
Priscilla said at 9:19 PM I must tell you the glorious tale of our adventures at Chili's last night. As you may know from reading past entries in my blog, Chili's is the official restaurant of the JETS, so naturally we'd choose to go there for dinner before Final Fantasy. Anyway, in her email that explained our plans, Chungy mentioned that she wanted to do something besides looking at a bunch of my CGs all evening. Because of that, I decided to bring my sketchbook to show off all the recent sketches I'd done. Evidently, the sketchbook attracted the attention of one of the waiters. He had spiky black hair, earrings, and a 6B graphite pencil with a giant Pichaku on the end. He asked if he could see my drawings. Chungy jumped on the situation and told me to show him the drawing of Professor Trelawney. I showed it to him, and Chungy immediately started taunting him with "I bet you'll never figure out what it's a picture of!". After about 10 seconds of staring at it, he said "Is it Harry Potter turning into a woman?" Naturally, we all started laughing our heads off. Loudly. We attracted many stares. We were amused.
Because he rather liked my art, he decided to give me the pencil, sans Pokemon eraser capper, and introduced himself as "Swift". Still thinking along the lines of gratitude for the pencil gift, I shook his hand, saying "Why thank you!" I immediately realized what I had said and we all laughed again. He said something along the lines of "no, I meant 'what's your name'." I responded "My name is 'Why thank you'!" He responded "So what's up, Why Thank You?". Good times, good times. Somewhere during our conversation, Chungy brought up WIAN, which he thought was nifty. He mentioned a deep interest in the internet, and told me that he could get me a thousand extra hits a week. Rather dubious, I thanked him anyway. He kept making reference to his "sources", which were clearly meant to try to impress me, though it wasn't that effective. Oh well. He tried. XD Chungy was quite convinced that he was trying to hit on me, which was probably rather accurate. I was certainly amused. While at Chili's, we also got to see Brian the Evil Waiter, who once snubbed us when we brought in a group of 16 and refused to seat us, even though we had called ahead for reservations at least 5 hours in advance, instead choosing to seat a pack of anorexic teenyboppers from Urseline, a semi-rival all-female school. We had a rather amusing segment on this topic in the farewell video we made for Nancy, who graduated this year. We even got some footage of Brian telling us exactly why we couldn't be seated. The sound didn't pick up that well because the restaurant was so loud, so we plan to dub out his voice with amusing comments such as "I haven't had a date in years" and "I live in my mother's basement". It's a rather mature way of dealing with minor annoyances, don't you think? This post has gotten to be quite long. I should shut up now, don't you think? Why sure. Priscilla said at 7:26 PM I added a bunch of froody buttons to the menu bar thing. Yayfun! Now I feel all cool and such.
Priscilla said at 11:55 AM I saw "Final Fantasy" last night with the JETS! Yayfun! The plot was painfully annoying (espeically the ending), but the art was so cool that I just wanted to die. ::drools over fantastic CG work:: Just one thing I don't understand -- if the combined 8 spirits were supposed to just cancel out the energy of the Phantoms, why did the Phantom Gaia become a part of the Earth Gaia when it came in contact with the combined spirits? It should have just been completely eliminated. ::sigh:: Silly people not thinking all the way through plotlines....
Obedient to my sister's wishes, we rented The Emperor's New Groove for the sleepover. IT WAS HILARIOUS! I absolutely adore that movie. ::cackles:: We also rented Charlie's Angels and a bunch of Blackadder Episodes, so on monday I'll be able to make screen grabs of Drew Barrymore's homage to Harry Potter for the folks at WOFS. Yayfun! ::grooves about happily:: Priscilla said at 11:46 AM
Friday, July 13, 2001
::frowls:: Are my comments not working or something?
Priscilla said at 3:51 PM ::cackles::
Garden Gnomes Gather in Shadowy Operation Priscilla said at 8:30 AM ::flails:: Fie upon Warner Brothers! The James and Oliver Phelps website was supposed to premiere yesterday, but WB delayed it. Bah humbug. I wanted to see a clear shot of the twins, for once! (note: they play the Weasley twins. Yay.)
Priscilla said at 8:28 AM ::cackles:: This is far too amusing.
Priscilla said at 8:24 AM
Thursday, July 12, 2001
Chivalry exists, my friends. I have living proof of this.
Start reading Honoria's blog, if you haven't already. Priscilla said at 6:32 PM Why can't I concentrate on my stupid paper?!? RAAAAAUUGH!!!
Priscilla said at 12:07 AM
Wednesday, July 11, 2001
My room is boiling hot! Isn't there anything you can do about it?
Priscilla said at 10:57 PM Kell is being so good about updating her daily sketch! Give the girl a cookie!
Priscilla said at 10:50 PM Swussian.com/capitalist is open! Yo! Go buy cool Tanja clothes! Now I know what I want to spend my summer job earnings on... And did I mention that I'm a model for s.c/c? (my new acronym for swussian.com/capitalist. Deal with it.) I'm in the "X" ad and the "Percy"/"Commie" ad! And even happier, my adoreable flambuoyantly gay Veela suffrage supporter, Bob the Pro-Gender-Equality Veela is advertising the "Evel" shirt! How cool is that! ::hugs Tanja:: Now go give Tanja your money! She deserves it!
Priscilla said at 10:37 PM Elmo said I was special! ::feels the ElmoLove:: Gay boyfriends rule. Yes, I have nothing else to post. except...
Chad asked me to see Final Fantasy with him. He originally wanted to see it tonight (on an IMAX screen! Booyeah!), but I have an evil HAM test tomorrow and an even more sinister Government paper due as well. Plus, I'm getting really behind on my government disk thing and my current events project. I was planning on catching up on it this week. Drat. I told him that I couldn't go tonight, and he asked if I wanted to see it tomorrow. Of course, I'm seeing Final Fantasy on Friday with all the JETS, and I really don't want to see it before then. I told him I'd call him back tomorrow about it. Can anyone think of any excuses I can use? Bah. Teenage politics is the bane of my existence. ::blinks:: I *seriously* hope Chad doesn't read this weblog. In case he does, ::hugs::. Priscilla said at 7:23 PM ::cackles:: This kept me amused for quite some time. Read it.
Priscilla said at 7:12 PM All these silly alteridentities are catching up with me. Last night, I dreamed that I was Ellie from Jurassic Park. I ended up having to face this intelligent yet surprisingly daft velociraptor that spoke cultured English, and I ran around on catwalks that reminded me a great deal of a middle school playground at my school. All was amusing. We kept dropping heavy objects onto the other velociraptors to knock them out.
Priscilla said at 8:03 AM Wow. Just one post today! That's got to be some kind of record for me, especially considering how many posts I've had the past few days. I suppose I'll try the A-Z system. There's bound to be something to talk about.
A. I just watched "North by Northwest", a Hitchcock film. I think that Cary Grant could have benefitted a great deal if he had read "The Worst Case Scenario Survival Handbook". I read some of that in a bookstore. Hilarious stuff. B. Honoria is so cool. And she's even cooler on AIM. You rock, Honoria! ::high fives and hugs:: C. Work is annoying. Today another helper showed up. Her name was Morgan. We got on the subject of after school activities, and I mentioned JETS. I jokingly mentioned that the robotics team from her school beat us. (AAARRGH! Highland Park is going down next year!) Naturally, Schoolpride!Morgan kicked in, and she had to explain to me just how much the HP team worked on their robot. Doesn't she know that we put in just as much time? bah. D. Ye gods... I don't have the patience to read nearly 100 emails. Evelness. E. I wish I had anything artworthy to post in the Sketch du Jour. Today was definitely an off day. F. Aida is coming to Dallas. Dave Barry is coming to Dallas. I shall see both. I am indeed content. ::blinks:: ::squeals loudly:: G. Alicey met a Sirius clone. I want pictures NOW! H. Let me face the peril! No, it's far too perilous. I. This is one of the sweetest things I've ever seen... read the first July 9th article at The Leaky Cauldron. WIAN is getting updated in her honor. J. When will people understand that Anastasia isn't Disney? K. We had a mini-party in HAM today. I brought chips and dip. Only one person thanked me. Ungrateful pigs. L. Megan shares an interesting story about willing suspension of disbelief... on a random note, we're doing that for a theatre class... we'll all just be randomly placed on teh ped mall, and one person will start the song and everyone joins in and dance. then. when the song's over, we all go back to whatever we were doign before, like nothing happened.I think I'm going to round up the H2$ cast and try that sometime. M. How did my email suddenly multiply to 200 new messages? This isn't funny at all. Fie upon you, RML! N. Starbucks is evil. We go there rather frequently during the break between Government and HAM. I'm glad that they have at least *one* coffee alternative, though. O. If I can't take my coffee break, something within me dies! P. I need a lightsaber. Someone give me a lightsaber. Q. Merriam-Webster's word of the day is "rodomontade" \rah-duh-mun-TAYD or rah-duh-mun-TAHD\ (noun) R. I like duct tape. I think I'm going to get my sister to design a dress for me out of duct tape for the prom. That would rock. S. Does it annoy anyone that Q and either X or Z have been eliminated from most phones? It's about time they get Politically Correct. T. I pity da foo'! U. "I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together" -- don't the French have a word for that? --Ian Augustus. Why don't you visit my Quotes Archive? I'll try to update this weekend. V. Yes, indeed. 
W. I really should be asleep right now. Especially because I have a HAM test tomorrow. X. Kell's winning the poll. She should feel special. I feel sorry for Rocky and Bob. Y. Kell has also revealed the secrets behind the word "Spockmonkey". Read her blog and be enlightened. Z. Will you join the Church of the God with a Really Cool Beard? You should. Priscilla said at 1:42 AM
Tuesday, July 10, 2001
I got a postcard from Ayano! Go me!
She has really nice handwriting... I'm envious. Actually, I'm not. I love my handwriting. It gets more and more illegible every day. I should scan in a page of my Government notes for you guys. It's so amusing. Priscilla said at 7:26 PM
Monday, July 09, 2001
::blinks::
::is terrified:: This is even scarier that "All your base are belong to us" and "Do you have stairs in your house?" put together. Don't watch it without a teddy bear. Priscilla said at 11:51 PM ::cackles:: Click here. It's a bad picture, but the subject matter makes up for it.
Priscilla said at 11:37 PM Hmmm... no one has commented on my blog today. I must be losing my touch.
Priscilla said at 10:48 PM Those Red Dwarf books really are fabulous, aren't they, Rebecca? I have "Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers" and "Better Than Life". I'll have to check to see if there are any others when I go to Cambridge. RD is much more popular in the UK, so hopefully I'll be able to find them more easily. Ditto for Terry Pratchett. I've been searching everywhere for the second Discworld book (The Light Fantastic). I just don't feel like using Amazon.
Priscilla said at 7:22 PM heeeeeeyyy! You know that fabulous artist that did that groovy picture of Malfoy with his owl that I was drooling over in the "Owl Post" contest of HP Monthly? She has a website! Uberthanks to Rebecca, who linked in her blog. And check out Rebecca's froody website while you're at it! It's finally up, which is more than I can say for theninemuses.net...
Priscilla said at 6:27 PM I'm exhausted. Cramps kicked in full storm in between my summer school classes today and didn't subside until the end of HAM. Yes, it's that lovely time of the month for me. Joy. It felt like someone was literally stabbing me in the gut. And whenever I moved, they twisted the knife. Pain. I really hate being a girl sometimes. Anyway, it didn't add much to my mood when I had to stand up for 2 1/2 hours without a break. Especially when the cramps came back for an encore. I stood over a bunch of annoying 7 year olds, telling them how wonderful their paintings were, trying with all my might not to pass out. We were dealing with values today, so we just used black and white paint, and it was as if some of the kids were being deliberately obtuse. Gah. Oh well. It was nice to spend time with Kendall. Out of some freakish coincidence, Madeline Rowe (another of Kendall's favourtie photo students) happened to be walking down the hall and heard Kendall's voice. It was cool to get to talk with her, even though it wasn't for very long. Yay. ::blinks:: That's it for now.
Priscilla said at 6:21 PM
Sunday, July 08, 2001
I get to assistant-teach Kendall's painting class! Froody! Seven adoreable kids, age 7 to 10, from 2 to 4, Monday through Friday, at SMU, which is 5 blocks away from my house. ::squeals:: YAY! Cute kids painting. What more could you want? Besides restraint collars, of course.
Priscilla said at 10:50 PM Tanja has officially been declared "Funniest Person in the Universe". Why? Go here.
Of course, this requires some knowlege of my vast supply of WOFS inside jokes. Priscilla said at 6:56 PM I'm so amused! I just got chewed out in my guestbook for using impropper Spanish grammar. ::snickers:: That made my day! I'm posting it with all the rest of my lovely comments. Yayfun! ::cackles::
Priscilla said at 6:04 PM Other bizarre links: erm... this site. Anyone speak Norwegian?
Priscilla said at 1:01 PM Serena is still asleep. And breathing really loudly. I keep getting this urge to wake her up and kick her out of my room. Gah!
Priscilla said at 12:47 PM ::squeals:: Christina named Cult of Lincoln her favourite blog! ::hugs:: You get a cookie. Cookies also go to some unnamed person that thought Sailor Lincoln was hilarious. Mercy Bell, too, who went so far as to say my blog was "cool". ::grin::
Priscilla said at 12:35 PM ::cackles:: One of my favourite pasttimes is looking through my referrers. You find the weirdest links! Evidently, someone found my weblog looking for "ellie nude". :snickers::
Priscilla said at 12:09 PM Rebecca is cool, because she commented on my sketchblog. The rest of you are all evil. Not even evel. You're not cool enough to be evel! ::sobs::
Priscilla said at 10:22 AM Yay! Fixed!
Priscilla said at 10:20 AM Bah! Why is ICQ being evel? I want to talk with Tanja! ::flails::
Priscilla said at 8:46 AM That was certainly a disturbing experience. Here I was, asleep in my comfy, small, twin bed, when all of the sudden, I feel something rustling. It wakes me up. I see a blurry face and body hovering at the foot of my bed. I'm too deeply asleep to scream. My eyes focus, and I see a person that I'm pretty sure is Serena Carr, my sister's friend. What the heck!?! "Do you want to go to sleep?" I ask her in my half-dazed stupor. She nods. I'm willing to bet she's slightly intoxicated. "There are couches downstairs" I say. She nods again and climbs onto the foot of my bed, pulling up my sheets and pulling them over her legs. I look at the clock and see that it's 7:15. I'm starting to fully wake up now, and I realize that it's going to require a great deal of effort to get rid of this problem. I get out of bed and move to my computer chair, kissing goodbye 2 1/2 more hours of sleep. "It's all yours", I say. She immediately buries herself beneath my sheets, smiling widely, and falls asleep within about 5 seconds. I'm officially disturbed.
Priscilla said at 8:33 AM New layout for Sailor Lincoln and the Spockmonkey of Doom! Faster loading! Easier to update! Thoughts?
Priscilla said at 2:42 AM
Saturday, July 07, 2001
Has anyone here heard of Bob Vila? He's that guy that does commercials for Craftsman tools (specifically Craftsman auto-lock). He's also Tim's rival on Home Improvement, if you ever watch that show. Talking with Tanja today, I realized that most people probably haven't heard of him, which is annoying, because I had this great joke about Bob the Gender-Equality Veela being named Bob Veela. ::frowls:: Why doesn't anyone ever get my jokes?
Priscilla said at 8:42 PM I got this stuck in my head today and I knew I had to post it. By the brilliant CMC of HP4GU.
Priscilla said at 7:56 PM ::cackles:: I love Tanja's comment to my new Daily Sketch blog, Sailor Lincoln and the Spockmonkey of Doom.
You are improving so fast it frightens me- what if you will start CGing your own art?I am rather obsessed with collaborations, aren't I? I mean, right now I'm working on:
Erm... I think that's all I have to say. Priscilla said at 3:45 PM Take *that*, you dork mafia losers! Chopsticks will prevail!
Priscilla said at 12:50 PM
Friday, July 06, 2001
Why am I the only person posting to her weblog? It's disturbing. It's almost like time is standing still for you guys! POOOOOOOOST!
Priscilla said at 8:19 AM My eye hurts. I bet it's your fault.
Priscilla said at 1:11 AM Now that I'm a mod on WOFS, I've been getting delusions of grandeur. Especially when I think of the amusing observation that "Mod" and "God" rhyme.
Priscilla said at 12:47 AM My last five moods on the little imood thingy have been "energetic, annoyed, uninspired, bitter, joyful". Such emotional progression!
Priscilla said at 12:06 AM
Thursday, July 05, 2001
::thwaps Blogger:: Why does it always take forever for Blogger to post? Gah. I want to give Greymatter a try, but I keep having installation problems and none of the stupid little twits on the message board will help me. Morons.
Priscilla said at 11:56 PM I got a new sketchbook today! I've decided to christen it "Now there's a man who truly knows his cheeses". Thoughts?
Priscilla said at 11:44 PM I must be getting old. Today I lost my ability to open childproof containers.
Priscilla said at 11:29 PM ::laughs nonstop for about 15 years:: Somehow, Gavin (one of the H2$ guys) found my website. Don't ask me how. Anyway, he told me that I had a really nifty website (not his exact words, of course) ... Why don't I just post his message?
Haha, hey, it's Gavin.. you know, Tackaberry, from H2S =) A friend of mine found your website on the net and found those pictures from the play.. that's really cool! I didn't know you had your own website and stuff.. it looks like you're doing a great job! I just wanted to see how you were doing, and wanted to extend my compliments on your web work.So... he actually saw my website? As in "not just the H2$ stuff"? As in "the whole bloody tnm.n empire"? I wonder what stuff he saw. The HP site, possibly? So now he does about my bizarre etymology fixation. Great. Or the Quotes Archive? More likely. I'm sure he would have been amused. My weblog? Crud. I really doubt if he'd get all the inside jokes about me marrying Tanja. And the first post he would have seen would have been that poem about Malfoy! Gah! I think I've learned the lesson Tanja learned a few months ago: never post what you don't want your friends to see. I just hope he didn't read any of my complaints about Haley. I mean, she was a great Smitty! It's all in the ego, eh? We're the centers to our own universe! I'm sure that she thought she was much better than I was. No biggie. ::sigh:: What tangled webs we weave... Priscilla said at 6:08 PM More art!
Would you believe that before today, I had never drawn any of the Dursleys? "S" is for Smeltings. Harry gets an oversize sweatshirt and a wifebeater. And a 1/4 grapefruit. Lucky boy. Priscilla said at 5:55 PM More heroes! Hannah from the Cassie and Rhysenn egroup shares with us a hilarious poem about canon Malfoy's reaction to fanon Malfoy. Hilarity ensues. I thought you HP fanfic fans would appreciate this.
When Draco Met ... Draco. (by Hannah Roderick) ::round of applause for Hannah:: Priscilla said at 3:27 PM How cool am I? I did a one-page paper on a topic I knew nothing about in 25 minutes, during my class breaks. That's got to be a record.
Priscilla said at 3:10 PM Evidently the Portugese guy emailed me again. This is the real story:
Today, Snowhite was turning 18. The 7 Dwarfs always where very educated and polite with Snowhite. When they go out work at mornign, they promissed a *huge* surprise. Snowhite was anxious. Suddlently, the door open, and the Seven Dwarfs enter... I don't think I'll download the punchline, though. XD Priscilla said at 8:10 AM ::sighs:: Why is Tanja the only person that comments on my blog? I love comments! Comments are my friend! Tanja is the only person that loves me.... that's why we're getting married today! Yay! 2:30 Central time in Kell's chat.
Priscilla said at 8:04 AM BLOODY HELL! Photoshop just died and I had some really groovy unsaved stuff open! ::kicks photoshop::
Priscilla said at 12:13 AM
Wednesday, July 04, 2001
Oh yeah. Happy 4th of July and all that. ::waves flag::
Priscilla said at 11:52 PM My family is driving me absolutely nuts! My parents are psycho. My mom insisted that I drive today, and because I hate the Villager, she told me to drive the Mercedes. Now, this is the first time I've ever driven the Mercedes. It's my mom's baby, and she usually insists that she drive. I have no idea why she wanted me to drive it, when I could have driven my sister's car, which I absolutely love. Anyway, we all piled in the Mercedes and I drove us all to Snider Plaza, a shopping centre with lots of groovy restaurants. The first thing that I noticed was that the accelerator was the offspring of Satan. Usually, when you're in "drive" and you're not pushing on either of the pedals, the car will slowly inch forward at about 5 miles an hour. Well, the Mercedes just stopped. It wouldn't even *think* of coasting. Naturally, backing down our driveway (which is almost impossible normally) was made even more futile, because I heavily depend on a car's coastability. In addition to the lack of coasting, the accelerator was supersensitive, so that if you as much as dropped a feather on it you would go flying down the road at 90 miles an hour. My sister would yell at me because some of the times when I accelerated from a stop, there would be a slight jump. I think I handled the car very well, considering.
Well, that's not half the whole story. All the restaurants in Snider plaza were closed, so we decided to head over to see what was open on Inwood, a street with a bunch of great restaurants fairly close together. Of course, my parents couldn't decide on which route to take to get to Inwood. I'd approach an intersection and my mom would be insisting that I go one direction and my dad would shout at me to go another direction. Some times, they would just start explaining what I was supposed to do afterwards without telling me which way I needed to turn in the first place. I eventually snapped and told my dad to tell me which way to go, then explain later. Driving with one parent is always fine, but driving with both agitates me horribly. Add my sister to the mix and I'm ready to kill something. I can't explain it. I just feel as though I'm going to go postal whenever my family is around. Anyway, tensions are running high by the time we get to Inwood. We settle on Kathleen's Art Cafe, which used to be my favourite restaurant before they had to go switch chefs. Of course, the art is always nifty, so it's a fun place to go. There's a Roy Lichenstein follower called BRACE who does all these groovy Pop Art pieces and silkscreens. I was especially pleased to see a silkscreen poster thing advertising "HELP", one of the Beatles movies. I was amused. I made a mental note to watch all the Beatles movies again, since I hadn't seen them since I was in 2nd grade. Lots of humorous anecdotes regarding this topic, but that's for another time. Anyway, I was immediately glad that I'd brought my sketchbook, because my sister immediately took out a huge stack of pictures from her trip to Italy and began the slow process of explaining the backstory behind every last one of them. My parents automatically tuned me out, which was fine by me, because I wanted to get some drawing done. The waiter (who looks amusingly like Mark from Rent) showed up and took our drink orders while we looked at the menu. My sister, who claimed that she wasn't hungry, asked me if we could share my pizza, and I grudgingly allowed it. Usually, whenever I get pizza at Kathleen's, I take home the leftovers and eat them for breakfast the next morning. It certainly beats Raisin Bran 365 days a year. Naturally, when my pizza arrived, they put on black olives instead of kalamata olives, which zaps 99% of the yummy flavor of the pizza. It took ages to finally wave down a waiter to get us some olives. When dinner was over, we got in the car (with me in the driver's seat, naturally) and prepared to go home. Of course, we neglected to take into account the mobs of people swarming to watch the 4th of July fireworks over the Dallas Country Club. Every residential street we went down was choked to the gills with cars, parked in an unbroken line along both sides of the street. I spent what seemed like ages at a crawl down the streets, my sister griping the whole time about how she wanted to meet with some of her friends and that now she was going to be late. Evidently she didn't realize that I was going as fast as I could, considering the situation. More than once (I think the count was seven), people decided to open their doors just at the precise second so that I would have to slam on the brakes and miss hitting them by mere meters. Of course, every time I did this, my dad would yell at me. I really don't understand my dad. Does he *want* me to hit the pedestrians and rip their doors off? Does he want me to turn to avoid hitting them and crash into the oncoming traffic? Aaarg! Then there was the whole thing about my family never being able to decide which direction to go, turning me into a crazed lunatic. We FINALLY got home and pulled into the garage. My mom started yelling for me to stop, and I complied, about a foot and a half earlier than I usually park. She thought that I was going to hit the bikes, which were in front of the car, but I knew that I still had a bit to go before I actually got close to hitting them. Of course, eager to get the heck out of there, I stopped where my mom told me to, turned off the car, and got out. Somehow, my dad lost my pencil on the way (don't ask me how, because I don't know. it was right next to my sketchpad), which really irritated me, because it was one of the groovy mechanical pencils that I love, and it was one of two that I had left. I really wasn't in the mood to wait in line at my school's bookstore to get more of them. I searched the car, gave up, and pressed the button to close the garage. A few seconds later, my dad started yelling again. I turned around in horror to see the garage door squealing slightly, forcing against the trunk of my mom's beloved Mercedes. Fortunately, there's a sensor on the door that reverses the action if it touches anything, so the car was absolutely fine. Not as much as a scratch. Of course, my dad's shouting drew my mom, who was furious. I was so angry from the car ride and in shock from the garage door that it didn't even occur to me to apologize. Besides, it was my mother's fault. If she hadn't insisted I park so far back, the car never would have been in any danger. I stormed past the two of them and into my room. I spent about 5 minutes just staring at my computer screen, silently fuming. Then my dad came in to give one of his Dad Apologies, which consisted on complimenting me on not killing two particularly dimwitted pedestrians. I turned on ICQ and talked with Tanja, which cheered me up significantly, and I listened to Save Ferris (after searching madly for it for about 10 minutes). Bah. I still feel annoyed. If you read all this, you get a cookie. Priscilla said at 11:49 PM ::cackles:: Tanja is my hero! Go read today's entries in her blog. Hilarious stuff!
Priscilla said at 5:32 PM Tanja and I are getting maaaaaried! See our lovely wedding dresses! (large version)
Priscilla said at 3:02 PM I don't think I'm running on all 8 cylinders today. I just almost used my Wacom tablet stylus as a spoon for my yogurt...
Priscilla said at 12:51 PM I post too much.
Priscilla said at 12:48 PM Well, I've closed the poll. As expected, Rickman won by a landslide. That man was *born* to play Snape. Well, not really a landslide. He got one more vote than John Cleese. However, I was rather amused at your choice of Bob the Pro-Gender Equality Veela as Lockhart and Tanja for Penelope Clearwater. ::snickers:: New poll! Go and vote!
Priscilla said at 12:29 PM ::cackles:: Read Megan and Kait's parody rentfic. It's hilarious!
Priscilla said at 11:00 AM NO! Someone drank the last of the orange juice! Fie, you wretched, vile, evil fiend! ::breaks down and weeps bitterly over the empty carton::
You know, this would be a lot more traumatic if there wasn't another unopened container in the fridge. Priscilla said at 1:19 AM CHRISTINA! Christina is cool! Christina is cool because she was the first to comment on my froody new comment thingie. Yay! ::gives Christina an oversize sombrero, a virgin strawberry daquiri, and a big hug::
Priscilla said at 1:14 AM I accidentally left AIM on. I think fellow RMLer Sean abused the privelidge.
SadisticGerbil: Splash town is NOT why summer was invented SadisticGerbil: all lies, I tell you SadisticGerbil: ellie, they are calling for you SadisticGerbil: the sirens... ahem... penguins SadisticGerbil: they want your mesentary SadisticGerbil: it's for the igloos I'm scared. Hold me? Priscilla said at 1:06 AM ::frowls:: I thought AD was getting updated today. Sadness. Maybe tomorrow? ::big watery doe eyes at Kell::
Priscilla said at 12:41 AM I'm just a bill, yeah I'm only a bill, and I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill.
Soon I'll be a law someday, oh I hope, I pray, but today I am still just a bill. Guess what we did in Government class today! God, I love Schoolhouse Rock. Priscilla said at 12:16 AM
Tuesday, July 03, 2001
Priscilla said at 11:09 PM Is imood.com dead? ::pokes imood thingy::
Priscilla said at 10:35 PM Comments are back! Joy of all joys! I know you'll leave me messages, because you love me. Right?
In fact, the first person to comment gets a hug! Priscilla said at 10:04 PM This could keep a person entertained for years.
Priscilla said at 9:34 PM We just started out music unit in HAM. Mr. Long was talking about different voices and timbre and such, and he showed us samples of musical works that demonstrated some of the different styles. Then, he said that for his next sample, the pronunciation used a "double vowel" on the word "door". He mentioned that the artists weren't American, and that they actually used the word "hankerchief" (pronounced han-ker-chEEf). I leaned over to Mackenzie and said "5 bucks says it's 'She's Leaving Home' by the Beatles". I was right. I felt incredibly superior. How many people can guess a song from two words and the clue that the artists weren't from the U.S.? Booyeah.
Priscilla said at 4:02 PM Woo! Ann posted the Scully propoganda poster in her blog. Go look! ::laughs:: It's oh-so-nifty!
Priscilla said at 12:48 PM Tanja and I are getting married! Originally, I had Marauder!Sirius and Tanja had Percy, but we decided to tie the knot ourselves. I will now be known as Priscilla Spencer-Suhinina-Weasley-Black.
Priscilla said at 12:46 PM
Monday, July 02, 2001
Amusing-as-heck-site-of-the-whenever: MiST of RENT
Priscilla said at 11:54 PM Tanja mentioned someting about Ann's Scully propoganda poster. I wanna see it! ::flails::
Priscilla said at 11:29 PM Renata felt her stomach turn sickeningly, like a sentient undercooked pancake stuck inside a leaky plastic ball in the middle of a hurricane. She felt the overwhelming burden of control fall heavily onto her shoulders, like an elephant dropped from a tall building onto a homing pigeon. She felt her throat constrict, but that wasn't actually nervousness, it was phlegm. I really love writing humor fic. This is from an RML story I'm working on. ::cackles:: I think I got my vivid use of metaphor from reading too much Douglas Adams. Priscilla said at 10:45 PM I get to see Dave Barry! I get to see Dave Barry! Oh, be still, my heart! ::squeals loudly::
Priscilla said at 5:52 PM LiveJournal is the weakest link. Bye bye.
Priscilla said at 1:20 AM My ugly HP calendar says that today (erm... yesterday) was Canada Day. I hope that you Canadians had a good one! Full of beavers and hockey games and maple leaves and people that pronounce the letter "Z" wrong! Kisses to all of you, eh? As for the rest of you: have you hugged a mountie today?
Priscilla said at 1:17 AM I just saw the movie of "Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead". I think I liked the play better. Of course, when I read the play, I didn't have my dad looking over my shoulder, interrupting with "Look! This is when Guildenstern almost invents _(whatever)_!" Gah! Just let me watch the movie! Then he kept interrupting, saying stuff like "okay, now that's Polonius. This is the scene where Hamlet kills him through the drapery, thinking that he's Claudius." AAARGH! It's awful! I realize that I've never read Hamlet, but I've seen and read three parodies/satires of the play. You'd think that I'd have an idea of what's going on, but evidently my dad doesn't think that. Whenever my dad knows more about any subject than I do, he feels that he has to spout off all the mind-numbingly obvious facts about it. DUH -- Hamlet thinks it's his father. DUH -- Guilderstern is about to discover momentum. DUH -- Claudius murdered Hamelt's father and married his mother. DUH -- Guildenstern is about to discover gravity. DUH -- he made a biplane. It's infuriating!
I suppose he's entitled to his moments of irritation, since today's his birthday, but he's overstepping the privelidge. I'm not completely brainless. I'm a fairly perceptive person. He's the equivalent of the guy in a movie theatre showing "The 6th Sense" that shouts out "Bruce Willis is dead!" 30 minutes into the film. Except the other way around... ::blinks:: Yeah. ::sighs:: Priscilla said at 1:09 AM
Sunday, July 01, 2001
Cairnsy is my hero, by the way.
As for Percy acting as Percy, I'm going to be keeping a very close on Oliver and Percy during the film, I'm sure there will be some slashy moments there somewhere .... Priscilla said at 9:48 PM ::gasp:: Cairnsy pointed out something very frightening this evening. If Percy ends up being the ugly, curly-haired, glasses-less Weasley, I will be very cross. NO WAY that's happening. A Percy with no glasses borders on heresy. And don't think I'm joking!
Priscilla said at 9:46 PM I think my blog just died... let's see if posting this useless message makes it come back to life.
Priscilla said at 7:32 PM It's raining! ::sigh:: I love rain. Except when it makes the power go out, like it did yesterday. Bah.
Priscilla said at 7:22 PM I changed the splash page of espressoferrets.com. Now it has Tanja's froody evelmuse picture along with the rest of ours! And she's doing the profile thing tomorrow. Yay!
Priscilla said at 12:17 AM Title cartoon by Bruce Eric Kaplan, used without permission.
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