a++ would smuggle into space again

Spring break was pretty epic, even if it didn't include hundreds of girls with neither shirts nor inhibitions, or in fact much sunlight. I toured the East Coast -- 'toured' here being my own delicate euphemism for 'pathetically wandered, going from dorm floor to dorm floor like an orphan, begging parents for scraps of food and their triple-A numbers for discounts' -- to see pushingmetaphor, sandanzuki, ariastar, polaris_starz, evil_overlords. This would be their chronological order and not the order of their importance, of course, although Sares gets the Congressional Medal of Putting Up With My Shit, I think, because Sares was the only one who had to pick me up from Newark. Or, in fact, pick me up at all.

Anyway, as much as I'd love to discourse on New Jersey, Northampton, and MIT, I don't think y'all came here for an architectural discussion, nor are you likely to be particularly interested in my rising allergy to even the mention of the word suburb. (Seriously, who invented those things? The fifties are over. Move away.) So I'll keep this more or less brief so, so long, do I have verbal diarrhea or something?, and limited to things of pressing importance, primarily ( GETTYSBURG THE MOVIE. )

So that was Sares' house. From there I went over to Smith to see Aria, who also wins little prizes for hosting me even though she spent the vast majority of the time on a dead sprint to the bathroom with the stomach bug that wouldn't die. Massachusetts, while beautiful in its own right, is mostly fun for me because I am a very bad dilettante baseball fan but I do get enthusiasm about the Sport and America's Pasttime and all that jazz, and apparently being in MA in the spring is kind of like being inside the opening chords of the 1812 overture. (No, there were no cannons as I left.)

But, seriously, poor Aria. I attacked her with so many vids by the author of the fantastic Origin Stories, giandujakiss. Her James Bond vid "Der Kommissar" is pretty much the only thing that could have made watching Licence to Kill any better -- which is my segue into the next section: did you know that Simon Pegg & Edgar Wright call Timothy Dalton "the Daltinator?" No? Then you ought to watch the ( Hot Fuzz Director's Commentary. )

And because there's no good place in this post for this, I'm just going to put this out there: funniest thing in my life right now. I met the Scottish girl and she is a lovely person who usually you can, in fact, understand.

There are so many other things I wanted to talk about but that's all I can fit into the text box, so. Thank you to all of my wonderful hosts, and to newredshoes, whose DVD is totally on its way back to Chicago right now in the mail I'm so sorry don't kill me.

Things That Confuse Me:

1. Why the movie Eragon was made.

2. Why the movie Eragon was made so very badly.

3. Why Jeremy Irons was, nonetheless, an extremely hot cross between Jack Sparrow and Obi-Wan in it.

4. On a semirelated note, why Flushed Away contains such attractive protagonists, despite them being rats.

5. Why most of these happened.

6. OH OH OH. On the Golden Age sci-fi note, why The Last Mimzy is being made but without any credits to Mimsy Were the Borogroves. (Scroll down and read all of the posts; it's a wonderful story. Anna especially must.)

7. Where the New Year's Party will actually be.

8. Why Aria is in my house and the universe has not yet exploded.

So I just got off a red-eye home. A four hour flight, dropping me off in San Francisco neatly at six in the morning. I haven't slept, and it's raining. It's a very long cab ride home with a very heavy suitcase. The cab pulls into the driveway, the suitcase is hauled up the stairs, my dad goes 'round to the back to get the keys, and I?

I start singing The Complete Singing In The Rain Medley, especially "Good morning, good morning, to you."

I'm crazy, but I'm home, and I'm very, very happy.

Hello, sunshines. How was your week? Do tell. It's not like I'm going to sleep now.

Highlights of this weekend (v. long)

DRAMA TEACHER, ON TUESDAY: So, who's doing tech this Saturday?
EMMA: Ooh! Me!
ARIA: I'm coming over!
EMMA: I know!
(AND NOW: *she ded from squee*)
FOOD BANK, ON WEDNESDAY: We need volunteers this Saturday liek whoa.
EMMA: ... shit.

( wherein Les Miserables is updated, Aria is v. amusing, and I sleep not at all )