Sunday, March 30, 2003

I cannot believe we beat Arizona. I now have watched almost the entire game (since I had to tape the bloody thing, stupid filming), and I'm still in disbelief. Final Four, baby. Two more games, boys! You can do it!

It's ninety (90) degrees hot outside in LA today. And almost that hot inside, since apparently the air conditioner keeps getting turned off. It's starting to get annoying. It's like this silent battle; every time I come home I have to flip it back onto high again. I went to the gym this morning, and I got more worn out just walking to campus in the heat than anything I did inside.

Angel was amazing this week. That final scene was absolutely brilliant. Cordy's legs in silhouette walking down the stairs while Lorne sang that haunting little melody? Man alive. It doesn't get much better than that. Oh wait, it does. Wesley had a shotgun. It's like they wrote that scene just for me.

Friday, March 28, 2003

Okay, I'm not a happy camper right now. Kansas plays Arizona tomorrow at 5pm-ish West Coast time, but we're filming tomorrow. Why are we filming tomorrow? I don't have the slightest clue. We've shot eleven hours worth of footage for a 24 minute film. We have four main characters that have interesting stories, yet our director decided we needed another character. There's no way we can fit someone else in without sacrificing the integrity of the other stories, so I don't know why they're making this decision. Unfortunately, as the sound crew, we don't really have much of a creative say. We just have to go and get good sound. So, I guess I'll have to tape the game, but it's just never the same like that. I would like to say that I could just watch it, but knowing it was already over while I was hitting rewind would mean I would have to see if we had won first or not, because I just do not want to watch forty minutes of basketball just for us to lose.

Sigh. Anyways. School. Bah.

Thursday, March 27, 2003

We won! Yay! I'm ever so happy right now. Now I can worry about Arizona for the next two days.
We're playing Duke right now. I'm so nervous.

Buffy was great this week. Of course, that's because it had lots of Spike in it. I love Spike, he is such a great character. When I first heard the spoilers, I was kind of skeeved. Turning his own mom? Oedipal stuff? But it turned out brilliantly, and it made so much sense for his character. Having his mother, whom he loved so much he wanted her to be with him through all eternity, tell him quite frankly how sick she was of him, how she couldn't wait to get away from him--it's clear now where his huge need to love and be loved in return came from. But what I loved most was the knowledge he gained from remembering and dealing with his painful memories: his mother did love him, he is worthy of love. Now, as for the non-Spike parts: Buffy, just kiss him already. Wood, just die already. Giles, stop being ambiguously evil-esque already.

I so don't want to go to school anymore. We signed up for sound editing slots yesterday. Each slot is three hours long. Now, for our first two "practice" weeks, we signed up for six slots a week, which is pretty much what I did when I was real editing last semester. The three real weeks we edit? Fifteen (15) slots a week. That's forty-five (45) hours a week. While still going to class. Now, they kept telling us, you may not need to use all fifteen (15) slots a week, but just go ahead and sign up for them in case. I want to go cry somewhere. I knew we would have to spend some time editing since the film is 24 minutes long, but I had no idea it would be this much time.

Come on, KU. Please make it to the Elite 8. Please. Do it for me.

Tuesday, March 25, 2003

I'm tired of going to school. Sometimes I come back from a break all energized and ready to get going again. This is not one of those times. Sigh.

It's quite sad the extent to which I look forward to television. I've been sitting around all day going, "Spike! Spike tonight! And Jack! And Clay! Eee!!!!" It really doesn't take much, sometimes, to make me happy.

I less than three Roy Williams. That is all.

Monday, March 24, 2003

I miss Spring Break already. Break, why have you forsaken me? Man, those were some good times. Fresh air, nice people, and, starting Thursday, nothing but war and basketball on the TV. I tell you what, Thursday and Friday were two of the best days ever. Watch some basketball, watch some war. Read a little. Back to the basketball. KU wins! Stuff gets blowed up. Read some more. Rinse. Repeat.

Speaking of KU, we were magnificently awesome against Arizona State in the second round. This is the team that I love, the team that runs the fast break, that out-rebounds and out-scores in the paint. The team that throws itself to the floor scrambling for a loose ball. The team that double teams in transition and plays perfect defense and fires on all cylinders and doesn't pull out those starters even when we're up by thirty, because damn it, we're going to score over a hundred points. It was beautiful. If we only play half as good as that against Duke, we've got the Elite 8 nailed up and framed.

Speaking of the war, I hate Michael Moore. I mean, I did already, and I had resigned myself to pretending to have seen "Bowling for Columbine" and nodding when talking to film school folk because I wasn't planning on seeing it anytime soon, but now I really hate the guy, and I won't see his stupid, stupid movie. Susan Sarandon giving the peace sign? Lovely. Brody's speech? Fine. Orderly protests on the streets that don't block traffic or whatever? Go First Amendment, choose First Amendment. But Moore? You were accepting an award on behalf of an entire film crew that worked very hard to make a film. Regardless of what you might think, you didn't make it by yourself. You had a responsiblity to not only accept the award for all of them, but to thank them for their efforts. Instead, you were...I don't even have words. I was appalled.

Okay, so I had this big long rant here, about all the war protestors, but then I decided I didn't want to get into arguments. Anyways. I just hope everyone can come home safe and all. [small voice] I want more shock! I want more awe! Blow some more stuff up on tv with the night vision cameras! [smaller voice] But don't hurt anyone, okay? Just blow stuff up. [/smaller voice] I just think I haven't been shocked and awed enough, and if I'm going to watch the news all day, I expect more. More shock and awe, to be exact. [/small voice]

I'm so sleepy. I had horrible insomnia last night, and just laid there, wide awake. I woke up almost two hours earlier than my alarm clock was set for. Then, my brain had the absolute audacity to dream about going to class. I hate when I dream about going to class. Then I wake up and I'm like, did I go already? Do I have to go through all that again? What's up with that?

Speaking of dreams, I'd like to introduce a new segment called: What Was Shannon's Brain Thinking? Here's the dream I had last week: Caroline and I were moving into the apartment next fall. Everyone was psyched about living together (there was a third dream roommate, not Jenny proper, which was odd, since there was Caroline proper). We decided to go to campus to get something to eat. We see a small, stone chapel that has a sign out, saying something about coming to the program and having a free dinner afterwards. Caroline and I are like, cool. Free food. Rock it you turkey. So we go into this chapel, and the interior is like that termite commercial where the whole inside of these people's house is made out of concrete. Concrete pews, walls, everything, and it's just cold and gray and dank. We're really the only non-church people there, and it's kind of weird. The service starts, and the chapel starts getting darker and darker. The people running the show want the two of us to stand up and tell them about ourselves and why we decided to come tonight. We're really uncomfortable, and we're trying to sneak out. It's not working, so we just run. The church people, who I have now come to the conclusion are really cult people, are in pursuit. Caroline and I decide that we'll lose them in the parking garage, so we start running up the stairs, thinking that we'll run dooooown all the ramps and they won't find us. Except at the top of the stairs is one of the cultists, now in a huge, white robe. His face is cloaked, and he raises his arms high above his head....

I wake up. Thus endeth the dream.

Monday, March 10, 2003

I watched the first hour or so of the SAG awards last night, but when it became clear what direction the show was going (HBO, Chicago), I went ahead and turned it off. First of all, I'm tired of the same shows winning everything. Sopranos, I'm looking at you. Sometimes I get upset when a show doesn't win something if it's a show I really like, but I realize I may not be entirely objective about the whole thing, for example, the sixth and seventh seasons of The X-Files. But the main reason I'm so into 24 and enjoy it so much is because it's so damn well put together, so it's frustrating to see it not get the critical acclaim I think it should be getting when the same few shows and actors keep winning year after year.

Plus, all the girls seemed to wearing dresses cut down to there, and that just isn't my own personal preference for dress stylings at formal gatherings, so the whole fun of looking at the clothes was lost to me as well.

Back to the real world, I finally got the tagboard to work with some help from Maya. She knew the number to be changed! And she had the brilliant suggestion, which I never thought of because sometimes I'm just too linear, of making the side column wider. That ended up making it much easier to fit the 'board in, but I had to tweak a few things, namely centering most everything in the column, to make it a bit more aesthetically pleasing. Also, I added a picture of the snowman, of my Chapstick fame, on the left. He's such a jaunty, happy guy.
Edited because this picture is being weird. But I was "Once More, With Feeling!" Yay!

Sunday, March 9, 2003

Today was a day off of sorts. I did laundry, I cleaned the apartment (which was starting to look just horrid), I rode the bike, I watched a movie. Which movie, you might ask? The Dangerous Lives of Alter Boys, I might answer. It was quite good, although unexpectedly serious and sad at the end. I did really, really like the integration of live-action and animation, though, and I thought Jodie Foster did a great job. Then again, I have a girl crush on Jodie Foster, so that's understandable. Kieran Culkin has grown up to be quite the fine little actor. I want to see he and Rory do something together.

It was ungofly hot in LA today. Eighty degrees of the Farenheit persusaion, y'all. I walked outside, took ten steps, turned around, went back inside, and changed clothes. Walking to the grocery store to pick up a few odds and ends to last me until Thursday (go home!), I probably had a great look of bewilderment on my face as I tried to figure out why the hell it felt like summer in March, for crying out loud. And don't give me that "but Los Angeles is more south-like than many places in the contiguous 48 states, thus, the hotness." It shouldn't be this hot in March! It shouldn't! There is something, like, cosmically wrong with all of this.

Hi, little snowman! He's sitting on my jewelry box, waving at me.
Okay, I have temporarily put the tag-board on the bottom of the page, under all the posts, so look there for the time being. I'm not really happy with it there, though; it's just not as aesthetically pleasing as it would be if I could put it in the side column. We'll see what I can manage, though. Persnickety thing.

I'm incredibly tired right now; I think my body senses when a break from school is imminent and starts shutting down in antici...pation. Next week at this time I'll be getting ten hours of sleep a night, watching KU play some truly triumphant basketball, and hopefully getting a bunch of writing done so I don't have to deal with it later this semester. Go home! Choose home! I just have three more days of school to get through before I fly home on Thursday.

I'm really hoping I can go see "Bringing Down the House" sometime soon; I just like going to the movies, but absolutely nothing has come out lately, so I'm kind of pinning my movie hopes right now on the only decent preview I've seen in a bit. "Dreamcatcher" looks good, though; I'm really just biding time till "Matrix Reloaded" comes out in May. I'm going "squee!" already. I also, still, want Keanu Reeves's coat.

Saturday, March 8, 2003

Stupid tagboard. I can't make the blanks underneath the board proper any more narrow. Sniff.

Thursday, March 6, 2003


Now, to more serious matters...Angel kicked it tonight. Wow. I said in my guestbook last week that I didn't get the Faith love, but I take it back, because she was amazing tonight. Damn it Eliza, make the Faith spin-off! Loved her in the prison, her rapport with Wesley, her smack-down on Connor, and her fight with Satan, which was cool, even if she got all beat up. I loved Angelus's glee when he figured out how to kill Satan; he really is smarter without a soul. But my biggest love for this episode has to go to Wesley. God, that just broke my heart. Either it was all a figment of his imagination, in which case I think he does want to believe Lilah loved him and that he failed her, or Lilah was, somehow, saying goodbye. In which case, she did love him and she was setting him back on the right path, which means he didn't fail her. I don't know which scenario I like best, but in any case, man oh man will I miss Stephanie Romanov. She was simply magnificent on the show. Bravo.

Tuesday, March 4, 2003

Monday, March 3, 2003

Today is a joyous day!

First off, I got a birthday present from Maya. Gods and Monsters! Sweet, lovely Ian McKellen to warm the cold cockles of my heart. Also, I got a picture of Stan, my MSN smilie boyfriend. (He's the one with a straight line mouth and wide-open eyes.) So they're all sitting in a happy pile on my desk right now, until I get time for movie-watching.

But that's not all. Okay, this begins with a story. When Sarah was very little, we used to have to entertain her in the car. One day, I took the plastic snowman off a Christmas candy-filled plastic cane and stuck it on top of my Chapstick. And danced it about. The snowman stuck on the lid, and I couldn't get it off. So I just kept it on my Chapstick. And when it came time to replace my Chapstick, I switched out the lids and kept the snowman. Fast forward at least six years, and I still had the snowman. I was very attached to it. It had been with me for a long time. Then, just before Thanksgiving last year, I couldn't find my Chapstick. I looked everywhere. I turned the apartment upside down. I had lost it, and the snowman.

I've been despondent. I would be walking to campus, and kind of think about the fact that my lips were a bit parched, which would immediately segue into, "I miss the snowman!" I really, really missed the snowman. Like, a lot.

I found it at work today! It was sitting on a desk! I squealed at a frequency that was inaudible to the human ear, "My snowman!" So he's sitting on my jewelry box right now. I don't care what happened, and I'm trying not to think about the fact that the Chapstick's missing so someone had to have gone to a lot of effort to get the snowman off the lid. I'm just glad he's safe and sound.

It really doesn't take much to make me happy.

Sunday, March 2, 2003

New song linked to the left, at the bottom of the column. Check it out, yo. (Please right click and save if you want to experience it; I do not have streaming dowhatsits.)

I like weekends. Weekends are nice.
My roommate just set up a new blog. (Think Blots, linked to the left.) Two out of three posts are about food. Hee, she's so cute.

Saturday, March 1, 2003

Last night was the Joint Birthday Extravaganza of Shannon and Jenny, Roommates of Destiny. Well, maybe not destiny. But it was a fun night. We had Japanese food, which was quite good, and we bought things at a magnificent restaurant called House of Pies. Although technically Jenny bought a cheesecake, which doesn't sound like a pie to me, but I'll let it slide this time. You can read Jenny's far more detailed account of the evening here.

I'm trying out that Netflix service, which delivers DVDs to your door and you get to keep them for forever and, like, can rent as often as you like for twenty bucks a month. It's a two-week free trial. I signed up Thursday night, and my DVDs showed up today. Awesomeness. So, I shall be watching some good movies the rest of the weekend. Thoughts on those will probably be posted, since movies = cool.

It's nice having a weekend off. Filming starts to wear you down. I wouldn't mind so much if it were the only thing I were doing, but with class and work and everything else, it's just tough. I think I would have enjoyed one of those colleges where you only take one class at a time, for like four weeks or something, and then move on. That kind of direct emphasis more suits my attention span, I think.

Jogging is hard. We went around campus today, which (allegedly) is 2.2 miles. I'm very tired, now. And on that note...