Hee, okay, so I was looking at my blog. (I do this often.) (I like to self-inflate my site meter numbers.) ("Oh my God, 724 people looked at my website today! Ten of those totally weren't even me!") The little bit of song lyric I always have over at the top of the column? Well, I've been doing various Hedwig lyrics since I saw the movie. Last night, I changed it to what it is now.

O_o

I am psychic! Oh-em-gee!

current mood: contemplative
listening to: thump thump loud people playing music thump thump

I'm at work, and I was talking to a friend of mine, and we brainstormed some possibilities if my finagling next week falls through, which I'm pretty sure it will.

--Go home for a year, work and earn lots of money, apply to grad programs for next fall (as deadlines for spring have already passed), and not just at USC this time.

--Go home for the summer, find a place to live out here, come back in the fall, get a regular job out here, apply to various grad programs.

--Go home for the summer, find a place to live out here, come back in the fall, get a regular job out here, just start the working. Write, try to get an agent, intern, do script coverage, try to get in with a sound post-house someplace, whatever.

--Stay in my apartment and refuse to leave until they admit me. Like a treehugger. But without a tree. Well, I've got the fake tree with the Christmas lights strung on it. That might work.

But yo, I'm still planning on going over to the department on Monday and being all, "Dude. I have totally already been given a TA-ship. Did you not see who my letters came from? I can get more faculty over here to sing my praises. I own. You have to let me in. Do it. Do it. Do it."

current mood: quixotic
listening to: Apocalyptica, "Path"

The good vibes failed. I was rejected. Seriously. I'm going to talk to the head of the sound department, who hired me as a TA, to see what he wants to do, if maybe I can get some of the faculty behind me and try to finagle an exception or something. But yeah. My mom just called, like, half an hour ago, and there was crying, and I'm still kind of vaguely weepy and upset. But we're going to try and work things out, so we'll see.

In other news, I went to my first official TA meeting this morning. Aha. So bizarre.

current mood: rejected
listening to: my own sad, bitter tears (heh, no, I'm listening to Sigur Ros)

Oh my God, I want to see The Terminal right now. RIGHT NOW.

Parental units didn't get graduate school letter in mail today. I want it right now. RIGHT NOW.

I have one class left (Teh Maltin) and two discussion sections left. I have three finals. I have graduation, and packing, and putting the possessions into the storage. I have two more weeks in California. I want to go home right now. RIGHT NOW.

current mood: weird
listening to: Sigur Ros, "Olsen Olsen"

Am at work right now, where I recently found out that I am officially a sound TA for this fall. Checked with cinema student affairs, and notification about graduate school was mailed to KC on the 23rd, so it should be arriving any day now.

*rubs hands together*

Everything is coming into place. Excellent...

current mood: excited
listening to: Red Hot Chili Peppers, "City of Angels"

Well, I have the first part of my medieval civilization final due tomorrow (ten short answer essays), so of course I have spent all day working hard on it.

Aha. No, I've spent the past two hours making ROTK icons. ETA: Apparently that wasn't enough procrastination, as I've just made four more. Egads.

current mood: lazy
listening to: Neil Young, "Harvest Moon"

Finally finished a set of Arrested Development icons, which I've put up at foooz. Here is a sample:



I. Do. Not. Want. To. Go. To. Class. Anymore.

current mood: working
listening to: just finished watching "Post Modern Prometheus"

Okay, so last night was, like, the worst night of sleep I have gotten in a very long time. First off, my mind was all running around crazy and it refused to settle down. I kept tossing and turning. Then, I finally dozed off and was immediately wakened by a charlie horse in my leg that was excruciatingly painful. I flung myself out of bed, hobbled to the living room, and then hobbled around more violently in there for at least five minutes (which doesn't sound long, but is a very long time when you have muscles that won't relax at three (3) in the morning (am). All of this I could have handled. The worst, though, was the ungodly (not of God) temperature in the apartment. It is so hot. I moved aside all of the covers and had my oscillating fan blowing right on me and it still wasn't enough. I was puzzled by this until I got up this morning and turned on my computer. Then, it all became clear. Down in the toolbar was this:

100

That's right. It's one hundred (100) degrees in Los Angeles. If you double that (and, erm, add twelve degrees), you can boil water. The temperature is half boiled water! It is lukewarm tea hot outside! Again, I feel this is not of the Lord (unlordly).

current mood: hot
listening to: Morrissey, "Irish Blood, English Heart"

Everyone, but especially The Maya: Lookit.

current mood: lethargic
listening to: ELO, "Turn to Stone"

In light of the recent creation of the Most Awesomest Collage that Ever Awesomed, I have changed my desktop. It is now this glorious image you see here. Anyone who would also like their desktop to proclaim the majesty of Arrested Development in collage form, let me know, and I can send you the original picture (800x600).

I don't want to be in California anymore. Sigh.

current mood: mellow

Dude. Caroline and I just made the most awesome Arrested Development collage ever, inspired by the "What Would Saddam Do?" collage George Michael made for his ethics teacher. Ours is called, "What Would the Bluths Do?" Caroline is taking pictures right now. We're going to get full color copies made, hopefully laminate it, and then send it to the writers.

So. Awesome. For. Serious.

ETA: After I posted this, Caroline and I walked over to Starbucks. First, we saw a group of college students playing wiffle ball in the middle of the street. Next, Caroline mistook a streetlight for a low-flying space craft. Then, a woman accosted us, yelling at us to go to a date auction. Inside Starbucks, two young girls had an inability to read the menu and to afford others personal space, and we ended up waiting in line behind two (2) people for at least fifteen minutes. After we successfully skirted past the date auction woman, we watched a lone car tire roll slowly across the street, where it was stopped by a Hispanic man in camo pants and a little beret with a feather in it. He rolled the tire up the street at least fifty feet until a truck stopped, and he loaded it into the cab. Continuing walking, we came across a LA street services placard placed directly in front of a spilled soda, as thought that were the hazard. Back at our street, the college students playing wiffle ball had commandeered more of the LA street service placards and had used them to block off the street. Walking up this street, which is no more than a quarter of a mile long at most, we passed three separate pizza delivery cars.

Weird.

current mood: artistic
listening to: Rage Against the Machine, "Wake Up"

Oh my God. So thirsty. I keep drinking and drinking and yet the thirst? Persists. It has consumed my mind. I've been trying to think if I've eaten anything extraordinarily salty recently but I have not, as far as I can tell.

Gah.

current mood: thirsty
listening to: the bass line of the people who live above me who play music loud.

Aha. Caroline is getting porny phonecalls. This guy has called her three times and has done the heavy breathing bit. She let me listen the second time, and this is what I heard.

Random jerk-off loser: *breathes heavy* Oh baby.

She let the machine get it this third time, and he hung up. Dude. So bizarre. How lame is that? That's like...something stupid people do in movies. I didn't know actual people did it.

Aha.

current mood: ditzy
listening to: Reel Big Fish, "Take on Me"

One more class (Teh Maltin) and then I'm done with this week, with the exception of two discussion sections, which don't really count. Then, just one more week of school. Then, three finals. Then, stupid graduation ceremony.

Then? Home! Yaya!

That's all. Nothing happened today. Except that I watched the first half of Master and Commander and am distinctly upset at the lack of Billeh. I don't want to see these random unknown British sailors with bad teeth. I want to see known Scottish actor with (fake) bad teeth. Put him on the screen more, Peter Weir, kthnx.

current mood: tired
listening to: Franz Ferdinand, "Take Me Out"

Why won't FOX show both of the remaining episodes of Arrested Development? Not one, not the other one, BOTH. Why? Why? Why? How many reruns of The Simpsons can they air? Seriously?

Why?

current mood: irate
listening to: Remy Zero, "Save Me"

Well, feck. I wasn't able to purchase the third book for this stupid psychology journal until recently, as I am poor and had to buy eleventy-thousand books this semester. When I went to buy it this weekend, the bookstore didn't have it. No libraries on campus had it. Amazon had only used copies that wouldn't get here in time. I emailed my TA, and three days later she replied, and told me I could pick up her copy that she would place in her mailbox in the psychology TA office by 6pm tonight. I went over at 4pm after work today on the off-chance it was there. It, of course, was not. I came home, worked for two hours on journal entry for book number two (2), and then biked back over at six.

The psychology TA office closes at 5pm. Thanks ever so, TA.

In other news, my supervisor at work is trying to finagle it so I can be a sound TA in the fall even though I won't be a production student. Sound TAs make the most money of all the TAs at USC, so that will rock if it works. I'm very excited about that. But the excitement is overshadowed by the hate-on I have for this book, this journal, this psychology class, and USC in general. Bah.

current mood: pissed off
listening to: David Bowie, "Young Americans"

One book down in my stupid psychology journal project, which is as middle school. Two more to go.

*raises two triumphant fists*

Steve Holt!

ETA: Inspired by the wank that ate fandom, please check out the awesome sketch I just drew of Billeh. It only took fifteen minutes!



current mood: productive
listening to: John Williams, "Star Wars Episode I Soundtrack"

Re: 24: *wails*

Poor, poor Chappelle. I've always liked him, which made tonight's episode all the more traumatic for me. I, of course, cried. And when the little old lady walked up first to get her suicide capsule, I teared up as well. And when Tony got all verklempt talking to Michelle...I think you get the idea. Awesome, awesome episode. Dark and violent and exactly what I like in 24.

But still. Chappelle. Sniff.

current mood: sad
listening to: Rufus Wainwright, "Hallelujah"

Desktop survey. What's on your desktop?

current mood: bored
listening to: Bjork, "It's Oh So Quiet"

ETA: Wow. In the space of fifteen minutes, my mood has completely changed. Who posted on Caroline's tagboard as Just Weed Don? Because seriously, if that's a real spoiler...look, if that's a real spoiler, then you suck. So make a comment under your real name and let me know if that was genuine. Right now.

new current mood: predatory

You know you've watched too much Arrested Development when Ron Howard narrates your dream.

current mood: embarassed
listening to: Sondre Lerche, "Okay"

Best. Wank. Ever.

I was actually talking about this to Caroline last night; this woman has been posting her "sketches" on various Dom and Billy site, and people were just gushing over her "talent," and I couldn't believe that people didn't realize that they were obviously fake. But then she made the mistake of doing some other stupid manipulations, including one of Dom in her house, and another of his autograph, and then lied about it...and, well, FW noticed and pounced. If that had been the end of it, it would have been funny. But then this woman got on FW and started threatening everyone. It's been fantastic to read.

Seriously, I still post at Haven. And this is the best wank ever. That should say a lot.

current mood: giggly

last cigarette: Have never had one.
last car ride: With Casey to get Vegan Thai food last week.
last good cry: When I was home over Spring Break and had the flu. I finally made myself throw up, which is not something I do often at all, and it was not pleasant. Laura told my dad later she heard me retching and sobbing but didn't come in, because she thought I needed to be alone.
last library book checked out: That would have been over Christmas break...I don't remember.
last book read: I'm rereading the first two Dune prequels, which I read a few years ago, so that I can start reading the third prequel, whiich I got recently.
last cuss word uttered: I called Jack Sparrow an ass-monkey last night because he wouldn't stop getting on my bed.
last beverage drank: A Fresca. Mmm.
last food consumed: Two lollypops in class last night. Although that probably doesn't count as food. So, teriyaki chicken and stir-fried vegetables I made for dinner last night.
last crush: Billeh. I keep scrolling down to gaze upon that picture I posted. I am, like, enthralled with his profile. Especially the line of his nose. And then his Adam's apple. *sigh*
last phone call: To the parental units. My dad and I talked about his obsession with Civilization III.
last tv show watched: Angel, on Wednesday.
last time showered: About half an hour ago.
last shoes worn: My black shoes, as I was wearing my nice black pants, yesterday.
last cd played: Last actual CD, as opposed to mix CD, would have been "Hail to the Thief" by Radiohead.
last item bought: Wow. It's been a long time since I've purchased things. Probably batteries or something.
last downloaded: Songs from "Hedwig."
last annoyance: The same annoyance I've had for about two months: I want to know about bloody grad school already.
last disappointment: Heh. The last time I was genuinely disappointed was when Sean Astin didn't get nominated.
last soda drank: Fresca. Mmm.
last thing written: Aside from blog things, that would be my paper on 10.2 surround sound.
last key used: Apartment key to get inside here.
last word spoken: "Caroline, we have no hot water."
last sleep: About an hour ago.
last im: Alyssa. Well, I IMed Maja this morning, but she must be away as she has not responded.
last weird encounter: The foreign kid who came to the sound window not knowing how to search for sound effects. He was typing in, "Rock falling into water" into the search field. I had to explain to him that he would not find that specific of an effect, and to try, "Whoosh," "Splash," "Rumble" and then layer them up. He was foreign, and did not understand. I had to write things down.
last time wanting to die: Death Cold 2004.
last time hugged: The director of the film I mixed, when we got all done.
last time resentful: Every time I have to do reading for class. *glares at USC*
last chair sat in: This one. The crappy USC desk chair, that has a tendancy to tip back and freak me out.
last lipstick used: My regular lipstick, which fell out of my bag a few months ago and which I have not yet replaced.
last underwear worn: Purple, I believe.
last bra worn: 'Tis beige. And boring.
last shirt worn: Pajama shirt.
last time dancing: Heh. Probably last time I was at home.
last poster looked at: LOTR posters in kitchen.
last show attended: Clay Aiken at the Staples Center.
last webpage visited: The Website of the Maja, which is where I found this survey.

We watched Saved! in Maltin's class tonight. It was actually really quite funny and witty. It's not coming out for quite a bit, but I do recommend it. I even liked Mandy Moore in it. No, seriously.

One more day one more day one more day and then weekend! Happy^2 Joy^2!

Here's a link to a Haven thread I just started about Arrested Development. Come join the discussion. And the fun.

current mood: relaxed
listening to: Foo Fighters, "Next Year"

Why isn't he my boyfriend? Why? Why? It's not fair!

*pouts*

current mood: distressed

listening to: The Verve, "Lucky Man"

MAYA OMG WTF: DOM BEARD ON LOST. (Not a picture. Just a report. But still.)

I love that I can read things like that and get just as excited for friends who will be excited by it as I would be if I heard, oh, Billeh getting a recording contract or something.

current mood: excited
listening to: Better Than Ezra, "King of New Orleans"

*pets the Angel*

So glad to have you back, my precious, my love. Even though you were overwritten in places and a little inconsistent in tone, it was ever so nice to see you again.

Spike's eyes are very blue in the sunlight. I kind of miss, occasionally, the time I was very much infatuated with the character. Ah, how fickle I am in my fannishness.

I really, really hope something interesting happens soon in the Wesley/Illyria dynamic. We get it, Wes is tortured and sad. He has been for two seasons. Can we please move on?

Mostly, though, am happy with the Angel. Only five episodes left. Must treasure them.

current mood: content
listening to: David Bowie, "Young Americans"

I was reading Chris's girlfriend's blog, and she posted this rant about daycare.

---

"OK, so a pregnant colleague is very upset this morning, because yesterday, she visited the daycare center she's going to put her son into when he's 6 weeks old, so she can return to work. It's a nice enough center, according to her, but she's distraught about leaving her baby.

I'm like, why the fuck are you having a child to let someone else raise it during the week? I'm sorry, but I think mothers should be at home for the first 3 years, at least. I think it's bad for both mother and child to be separated for long periods during that time."

---

First of all, why should a mother necessarily be a child's primary caregiver? Plenty of women suffer from post-partum depression; why not let the mother go back to work and make the father stay home with the child? Also, it's a bit naive to assume that the cost of daycare is equal to the paycheck from a full-time or even part-time job. My mom stayed home with me and my three siblings, and I can guarantee you that we "spent" more money with only one paycheck than we would have had my mom put us into daycare.

This woman is distraught? Well, yes. Because not everyone has the luxury of staying home, and obviously this woman wants to. She doesn't want to leave her kid. But she has to work to make the money to support herself and her child. Do you have any idea how much it costs to raise a child? A lot much, yo. Being able to stay home is a luxury, and I use that word purposefully, that many people simply cannot afford.

Also, it seems a bit presumptuous to question a person's motivations in having a child. I have some problems with that attitude.

---

"Little babies and kids need their mothers (or fathers) 24/7, not just on weeknights and weekends."

---

How much do you remember from when you were two years old? Not much, I wager. The truth is, a child in the early stages of development does in fact form a close bond with their parents, usually a greater bond with one parent in particular (often the mother). But numerous studies have shown that this bond is not undermined in the slightest if a child is placed in daycare during the work week. A baby who spends forty hours a week in daycare views his or her primary caregiver (say, the mother) in just the same was as does a baby who does not spend time in daycare. A good daycare facility, one that is licensed and accredited, provides the same important developmental support for a child that a parent at home should provide. Even more importantly, daycare provides an opportunity for children to bond with their peers; studies have shown that kids who spend time in daycare are much more likely to start friendships and social bonds with others their age in kindergarten and elementary school than those who aren't in daycare.


There is no evidence that children who are put in daycare are any less loved by their parents, love their parents any less, have more developmental or learning problems, or are any less intelligent than children who are not put in daycare. None.

If you expect a mother to stay at home for at least three years after giving birth, then any woman who has more than one child, providing she just doesn't shoot the little buggers out one after the other, essentially must give up her career entirely to have children, at least until they are grown. Quite frankly, that's a rather degrading opinion for a woman to have regarding other women.

current mood: confused
listening to: South Park, "Blame Canada"

Oh! I completely forgot! The documentary I did sound on premiered tonight at the DGA, in the First Look Film Festival. Eek. Agents and scouts and stuff are there, and our names and numbers are in the program. I'm sure nothing will come of it at all, but still. Is very cool.

current mood: good
listening to: Hedwig, "The Origin of Love"

A cute flash cartoon mocking Atkins, diets and general image issues. Much naughty language, for those of you (*waves to Catherine*) who are sensitive to that kind of thing. Which is not me, obviously, but I thought it would be nice to provide a disclaimer.

Just saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch. What a great movie. See, this just solidifies my belief that Moulin Rouge is the suck and received far more acclaim than it ever should have gotten, when there was this wonderful musical that came out at the same time that actually had original songs that were lovely and poignant and advanced the story (see below), that had nuanced, interesting performances, and that had a layered, complex story underlying the entirety of the spectacle. Basically, all the things Moulin Rouge did not have.

Rent it. It's fantastic.

Right-click-save:

"Midnight Radio"
"Wig in a Box"
"Wicked Little Town"

current mood: happy
listening to: Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Ow, tennis. Me body hurt like for serious. 'Tis okay, though. A good hurt, it is. Still.

current mood: exanimate
listening to: Coldplay, "Amsterdam"

Oh my god. I typed out this really long post twice, and lost it both times. I don't care anymore. Mix done. Quotes from mix on side. Trailers good. Go to Apple's trailer page and watch the trailers for: Lost Skeleton of Cadavra (under Sony); Kill Bill Volume II; The Day After Tomorrow; Coffee and Cigarettes; I, Robot; and Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow.

current mood: frustrated
listening to: ELO, "Mr Blue Sky"

Why haven't I heard from grad school yet? Everyone else knows. Everyone else got their acceptance envelopes weeks ago. And I still don't know.

current mood: worried
listening to: Weezer, "Say It Ain't So"

1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says: "There was a whole network of these in the south polar region; Nirgal had a map in his lectern, with red dots to show all thirty-four."

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, what do you touch first? The blanket hanging next to my bed, that makes it as tent.

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV? "24" on Tuesday night.

4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is: 1:23 pm

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time? 1:05 pm

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear? My oscillating fan.

7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing? 11:30 am this morning, on my way back here after class.

8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at? I watched two episodes of "Arrested Devlopment."

9: What are you wearing? Black pants and a red shirt.

10: Did you dream last night? Yes. I was walking on a highway and Jack Sparrow was following me, and I told someone who was walking the opposite direction that I only needed to check Jack once a day, because he had very distinctive coloring.

11: When did you last laugh? Today, after a comment my professor made, to seem polite.

12: What is on the walls of the room you are in? Oh, this is sad. We have two random collages, a hobbit collage, a James Marsters collage, a ROTK calendar, and some other random pictures.

13: Seen anything weird lately? The ROTC guys hanging out and barbequeing, all in uniform.

14: What is the last film you saw? Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first? A car.

17: Tell me something about you that I don't know: I'd rather sit on the ground to watch TV than sit on the couch. Except here at the apartment, because there is apparently nothing between the concrete and our carpet, so our carpet isn't very comfortable to sit on.

18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do? Make there be significantly less people. I think overpopulation is a problem.

19: Do you like to dance? Not so much.

20: George Bush: is he really doing Dick Cheney? Ew.

21a: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her? Lucy. I would probably technically name her Lucinda as I'm not really into naming a child a nickname, but I really like that name.

21b: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him? I've always liked Benjamin. Not Ben, Benjamin.

22: Would you ever consider living abroad? Probably not, although I would be far more amenable to this idea if we're talking about an English-speaking country.

current mood: listless
listening to: Air, "Playground Love"

Am ever so amused with myself right now. I just updated my Xanga site to mock really horrible blog lay-outs, much like ur all foozes mocks stupid l337 speaking people.

So, so pretty. In an evil, evil way.

current mood: silly
listening to: Elton John, "Goodbye Yellowbrick Road"

HATE paper and midterm. Shannon SMASH.

current mood: irate
listening to: Jason Mraz, "The Remedy"

Am trying to eat healthier. Am at the self-righteous stage right now, wherein I feel superior to my peers because of my well-balanced, nutritious, healthy diet. Finished a lunch made from a bacon cheeseburger that did not in fact contain any real meat. Am still ravenously hungry, but am v. pleased with my resolve and self-control.

current mood: accomplished
listening to: Jenny's cell phone ring. Doo-de-doo-de-doo-de-doo-doo-doo!

Whoa. Andy Serkis is hot.





*is agog*

current mood: surprised
listening to: Elbow, "Powder Blue"

So, I've been watching bits and pieces of ROTK today--favorite scenes and moments--in between reading for class. I'm watching the scene after Pelennor Fields where Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas and Eomer are figuring out what to do next, and Aragorn comes up with the idea to ride on the Black Gate and draw Sauron's gaze from Frodo; I just noticed, and dude, how many times have I seen this movie? that Gimli is sitting in the Steward's Throne, just smoking away on his pipe. Hanging out.

These are the little touches that I appreciate ever so. Ah, how cute.

current mood: amused
listening to: "A diversion!" --Legolas

Three new Eternal Sunshine icons up at foooooz and I'm very happy with how these turned out. One I made especial for Maya, because I know how she is all about the crotch.

I hate when you wake up in the morning, all sleepy and full of impotent rage at having to get out of bed so early, and you realize that it will be almost two weeks before you get to sleep in next. We're mixing this weekend, and then there's another week of class, so I'm very much looking forward to Saturday, April 17th, I tell you what.

I don't want to read any more about the Crusades. Blah blah kill the infidels I don't care.

current mood: lethargic
music: Rufus Wainwright, "Poses"

So. Like Tobias and Lindsay's folk-band from Arrested Development last night, Caroline and I are going to start a band with a similarly-long and unwieldy name. We shall be called the Oh My God I Don't Want to Go to Class Ever Ever Again For Serious Band.

Yeah, we hate school. Caroline just had a mild freak-out at the thought of going to class this afternoon. I fear she is about to SMASH.

current mood: discontent
music: Mr. Bungle, "Pink Cigarette"

An hour and a half till I get home from work, an hour and a half till I get home from work, an hour and a half till I get home from work...

current mood: hungry
music: David Bowie, "Space Oddity"

I'm at work. I'm sitting here for a solid twenty minutes wherein no one comes to the window. I lean down to rummage through my bookbag for a pen, this activity taking no more than fifteen seconds, tops. I sit back up and there is someone at the window, staring at me. She appeared from no where. I did not see her when I leaned down just before. I did not hear her at all.

I yelped. My heart tried to beat its way out of my ribcage. Gah. People should not sneak up on window workers!

current mood: scared
music: Badfinger, "No Matter What"

Okay, so it's taken me a week to download it off Bit Torrent, but I finally have the DVD-rip of Return of the King. DVD! It's so beautiful! I just did the spontaneous-toddler-clapping thing! It is without a doubt the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Alyssa! Get online, because this one is just in two parts, and total it's about a fifth as big as the other one we were trying to send. Yes.

Oh, so pretty. Pretty pretty pretty. On my computer. ROTK. Pretty. DVD. Happy. Yes.

current mood: excited
music: ROTK!

Aw, Billeh looks so young in this movie. This was really his only film credit before "Rings," and aw. Aw! Look at how young and cute! Of course, he was actually 30 years old here, and not 19, which is what he looks like. Still. Aw.

Casey and I went walking and did bleachers today, and man alive, I think maybe deciding to start with the exercising again immediately following a week of illness might not have been the best idea. I am as zombie. I'm valiently trying to stay up till midnight so I don't completely wonk my sleeping schedule, but it's hard work. Yes.

current mood: sleepy
music: The Verve, "Lucky Man"

God bless April Fools.

"Rings" cast comes clean: Elijah Wood is a prima donna.

Earth to be renamed as Gandalf.

Script leak for Mel Gibson's "Passion" prequel.

The Hobbit will begin principal photography in Wellington, New Zealand, in 2005, under the direction of sci-fi/fantasy director Paul Andersson.

Peter Jackson casts Jack Black in "King Kong."

Oh wait. That last one is true. Hee hee.

More hoaxes from years past.

current mood: giggly
music Radiohead, "Hail to the Thief"