Eich ani echraich
Olech kmo iver ve lo nishbar
How I don't want to go to school tomorrow.
We're sitting here in the office and deleting spam as it comes in, until I finally got fed up and figured out how to create a specialized filter. The e-mail system is new and I'm unfamiliar with it. Actually everything that I learned in the last few months in the office is utterly useless now. I hate being stood on my head like that.
Anyway I haven't done any of my homework for tomorrow and I don't want to admit it, which means I'll have to do it sneakily, which is a lot harder than it sounds. And stupider. It sounds pretty stupid anyway.
I watched some Firefly this weekend. I'd forgotten how much I liked that show, which was the point of depriving myself of it for so long, because now it's awesome all over again. Big Damn Heroes, Sir. Ain't We Just. (Glad you're back now on this ship.) There is no one on that prettypretty ship that I do not like. It's great.
And I saw a short clip of Prokofiev's R&J the Ballet on Youtube, which is Love. Seriously, I wish I could see ballets. I wish I could see them everywhere. Always. I kind of really really mourn the fact that in today's society there is so little demand for live arts entertainment- for theatre, for dance, for opera, for music too. I mean it's there, but it's rare and you have to go out of your way to look for it. It's times like this that I really resent sports.
OHS is doing A Midsummer Night's Dream this year. I'm willing to bet that's Mr. Vickers' doing. I'm also willing to bet that it's been shortened, and that it's not going to be extremely well done, being a high school production and all... still, I'll go and I bet I'll enjoy it.
I love seeing stage productions. I saw Pygmalion the other day. Did I talk about it? I liked it. I like it better than My Fair Lady, because SHE MARRIES FREDDY AND HIGGINS IS LEFT ALL ALONE. Well. Not all alone. Higgins and Pickering continue to live in sin, and Eliza and Freddy go off to run their flower shop/diction school. So it's All Good.
It was cool. The scene with the party where Eliza's mistaken for a princess was great; I could have spent hours staring at all the shiny costumes. The costuming for the whole play was really cool. Also Freddie was awfully cute, and everyone's actors (with the exception of Eliza's father, who wasn't at all) were good and basically acted either as I pictured them or better. I liked Eliza. She was extremely human.
Anyway. Eeyore the bus driver is here. Eema's pointing out the evil!spam to him.
I don't want to go to school tomorrow... I don't, I don't. I suppose I'll feel better in the morning. *sighs* Right now, that knowledge doesn't help much.
You know what I could do with? Chocolate. Eema was not-subtly hinting to me that I need to lose weight, and sure, she's right, but I'd rather have chocolate. (Eeyore just said I look very sleepy, and that there are child labor laws. Eeyore thinks he is funnier than he is sometimes. He is nice but still EEYORE.)
"Dean made me a muffin... ... ...Why is she laughing?"
In any case. Also saw the first episode of yet another Japanese tv drama about high school, and I don't think I'm going to take the time to watch the rest, but it had Ryu's actor in it, being all delightfully slashable with his archenemy-who-quickly-becomes-his-best-friend, and who defies a bunch of construction workers because he has this OCD little ritual to touch a certain willow tree every morning before he can go to school. One morning he arrives and it's gone, and he runs around going "Ah! Willow! It's gone! Where is it?" *runs to harbor* "Hey! Hey fish! Where is it? Tell me!" *sees really spooky girl standing where the willow used to be* *falls over backwards* "Ah! It's the Willow Fairy! Where is your tree?" (It's kind of cute.)
[I know the actor from Gokusen II, where his name is Ryu, and he is, again, delightfully slashable with his archenemy-who-quickly-becomes-his-best-friend. Named Hayato. They're cute. Neither is as cute as Takeda, who I was absolutely convinced (for the entire first half of the show) was going to turn out to be a girl in disguise so that she could attend the school, which was a boys' school. I'm still not convinced she won't. That person is just too damn effeminate to be male. I'm sorry. There is just no way.]
I read something somewhere about death being the final closing parenthesis on life, & dreams, waking up for real. I think it would be a bracket. Like in math. The largest pair of parentheses are square brackets. (I miss math. I miss being able to type on my TI-82 without looking at the keypad. That was probably among my better skills.)
I was watching Firefly and I had the thought that it would be really cool to have an EU like there is for Star Wars, only perhaps it would be strictly for the minor characters, and they wouldn't be allowed to touch the real plot. But a semi-canon anthology of the characters in the bar at the beginning of Shindig or Train Job, for example, or even better- Persephone's docks- would be great. And not just because the goth bartender is cool-looking.
I have nothing to say. I'm rambling because I don't feel like stopping. So it goes, and so it goes. I made my own coffee a few days ago, maybe a week or two, I don't remember. Anyway I put in all manner of things, just to see what would happen, also because the only milk we had was spoiled- vanilla extract, and cinnamon, and cloves, and honey, and whatever else I could think of. And it tasted like water until I got to the dregs, and then it tasted like poison.
(Daniel Wolf just called to cancel his reservation for 6:15 tomorrow morning. Seeing as it's 1:30 am, he was kind of surprised that someone picked up the phone. I wish I could have thought of a good response to him when he said so, but my wit is slow.)
Today I drove to work. It was panicky. I heard some good songs on WKAR, it being Folk Tradition/Sampler on Sunday. There was a nice one called Mr. Fox or something, a capella with a refrain of the wall being high with a funny interval. Creepy songs was with the Tradition, it being near Halloween, and the Sampler was "more time," but I didn't get to hear much of that. I parked on the fourth floor (these spots reserved for Michigan Flyer by permit only) and then, just because I never had before, I walked on up to the roof of the parking ramp.
I wonder why I'd never done that before- at least not in recent memory. The sun was setting and I could see for ages. It was cold and lovely.
Then I went to the office, and Eema was like "...you chickened out of driving and just walked here, didn't you" because I was all freezing cold.
I've nothing to say. I've nothing to say nothing to say nothing nothing nothing to say say say say say say... (do I ever? Answer is NO.)
Have been attempting to write a full game of Questions. It's hard, really hard, and is actually far less entertaining to read than I wanted it to be. Sigh, sadness. I hate the fact that I never write anything good.
I'm hungry/sleepy/bored/have too much to do tonight.