Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

My two conclusions for the day:

1. Nothing mars my enjoyment of the ongoing senescence and abscission* quite like cigarette smoke.

2. I am a huge dork.











*Look it up! Search engines are your friends! Learn something new!

 So I'm watching this movie right now, I think it's called Flight of the Phoenix... It really doesn't matter. I started watching it for three reasons.

1. Dennis Quaid. He's so rugged and tough. And dirty. And sweaty. Rawr.
2. Hugh Laurie. With his full on British accent. YAY! Hey hey hey! He also speaks Mongolian!
3. Eowyn. Yeah, I'm sure the actress has a name, but I don't care. She's Eowyn. And she's awesome.


Now, I didn't see the beginning, so I have no idea how a bunch of people from different countries (given the accents and looks, we have American, Mexican, English, and Irish) ended up on a plane together, and I don't know why that plane crashed in the Mongolian desert.  But we ended up with like, 20 guys and Eowyn trying to build a plane.

My first thought was gee, it's a good thing the plane was full of big burly men, capable of working all day in the hot sun, and not, you know, old people and little kids. (We'll forgive there being a plane designer, a pilot, and a welder on board, cause well, no plane crashes without SOME useful people on it.)

My second thought was about the prospective genetic diversity if they had to stay in the desert and start a village. I mean, they do have a woman, so it is possible. If she produced a kid from each man, you'd have a bunch of half siblings... I don't know how messed up their kids would be, but they really wouldn't have any choice... I think though, since there are so many different men, and from such different racial backgrounds, it would be ok. Especially since boys don't inherit their mothers' mitochondria... Oh, and they'd also be preserving white, black, Mexican, and English diversity. (The Mongolian guys shot the Irish guy, so no Irish DNA. Boo.)

Another geeky genetics thought: If Eowyn only slept with some of the guys, and then they waited... 13 years or so for her daughter(s) to hit puberty, then the other guys could knock up the daughters, and well, they'd all still be related to Eowyn, but more distantly so. That could work, men stay fertile for a long time, these guys aren't that old... And Eowyn wouldn't have to sleep with every single guy, just half of them. (Yes, I know, the thought of a 13 year old girl bearing children is a bit disturbing, but this is a crisis situation here. And it isn't odd in many cultures.)

Final geeky genetics thought: The plane designer doesn't get to sleep with Eowyn. Or her daughters. Cause he's a dick, and we don't need to propogate his genes. 


ETA: Oh ho! The plane designer designed MODEL planes. OH SNAP.

So I have officially busted out the Christmas icons. And due to my supreme geekiness, I still have a Little Mermaid icon, a Firefly icon, a Harry Potter icon, and a Star Wars icon. Yup. I have a freaking lot of icons.

That's all I really have to say, except I AM DONE WITH MY FINALS AND I AM COMING HOME TOMORROW. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!




Oh, and a thank you to siriusly_sex for a link to some of the Christmas icons. :)


Ho ho ho!

You know, I constantly think of/experience things that I want to put in here, and then when I sit down to type I can't remember any of them. WTF?

Random Events of My Life

- The only reason I got dressed today was becasue it's Kirstin's birthday and we had a little party for her. That means I got dressed at about 6:00pm.

- Emily made us key lime pie for Kirstin's party, and I've never had that before, but it was DELICIOUS.

- My Catholic college is currently showing The Birdcage on the movie channel, and we now also get LOGO, the gay channel. (Both of which I consider good things, just weird given the context.) And I was channel surfing at 3:00am (don't even ask) and Queer as Folk was on it and I watched it and it was SO FUCKING GOOD. God I love Hal Sparks. It's an amazing show. GAH.

- My philosophy professor wore a purple and yellow striped tie the other day, and when he walked into wheeled into entered the room, in my head I went HUFFLEPUFF TIE! YOU ARE A HUFFLEPUFF! AWWWWWWWWWWW! I think Hufflepuffs would be philosophy majors, don't you?

- I am a huge dork.

- I tried out for the directing scenes, and the cast list goes up tomorrow. AHHHHHHHHH!!! I'm so freaking nervous. I really need to be on a stage again. It's not that I don't like stage managing, because I do, but I'm also an attention whore and I need to be SEEN.

- Blackfriars came and did A Midsummer Night's Dream and it was SO AMAZING. And Puck was a satyr. How cool is that? But they cut the character of Snout, and I don't know why. Oh, and the other show they're doing this season? Cyrano.

- The Monty Python show goes off book tomorrow night... That's all I'm going to say about that.

- We watched Sleepy Hollow tonight. I don't know how, but I'd forgotten just how beautiful Johnny Depp is. Yes, I have 3 posters of him on my walls, but he's so much better in motion.

- That movie always reminds me of Hannah. I LOVE MY HANNAH! I MISS MY HANNAH!


I'll be back tomorrow if I think of anything else. Peace!



ETA: Somehow I forgot the part where we, as a suite, with boys, watched Alice In Wonderland: An X-Rated Musical Fantasy. That's right kids, we watched Alice in Wonderland porn. From the 70's. And it was actually sort of good, like with a followable plot. I'd watch it again, in fact. But there were musical numbers! With choreography! And only one of them was about a penis!

Oh, I love my suite.

And now for my happy I AM A HUGE DORK post of the night:


Helena Bonham Carter is going to play Bellatrix in OotP.

I don't quite know why, but that strikes me as fucking perfect casting and makes me squee.

SQUEE!!!