The Official Rules Of The Universe Still Apply

Easter Sunday (Christian)
Palm Sunday (Orthodox)
Birthday - Charley Chaplin’s Birthday (comedian)

 

By the way, guess what I got in the mail on Thursday, right after I’d gotten my TiVo sent?

 

Yup.

 

The shipping label.

 

And now I can see why it took them so long: it seems that my campus address blew their minds. On the back was my address, professionally printed, with the crucial bit left out. And next to it, less professionally, is scribbled “Campus” in blue ink. And on the other side, in black, is the bit of my address that was left out.

 

I gotta admit, I’m not really too bugged with them now that I know they were trying.

 

But I did already send the darn thing out with the money they wired to me to pay for it. Just a bit irritating.

 

Hopefully I’ll get back one that works. Good luck to me.

Dashing and Daring, Courageous and Caring HELP ME!!

Last night I had this dream where I was driving a big semi truck on some crowded freeway but of course I didn’t know how to drive one, and I was being watched by a couple of people the International Students Association and there were more following me, and I was trying to figure out why the hell I was doing that when I had just wanted to go out and get ice cream, so I steered onto a runaway truck ramp that led into a canyon where they were filming the Lord of the Rings, and all the ISA people followed me so we were all lined up and parked in this beautiful sunset-lit canyon. But Peter Jackson was disgruntled and Éowyn (not Miranda Otto; Éowyn) was threatening us with her sword and Pippin was showing off his red shoes, which puzzled me—“You’re a hobbit! You don’t even wear shoes!” “Well, I’ve cut the soles out,” he explained—and over behind a rock Legolas and Gimli were snogging,* and my favorite bit was that they had an orchestra out there playing the Rohan theme. But it was getting late and I wanted to go home because it was my last night of spring break and I wanted to spend it with my family, but we couldn’t figure out who was going to drive out of the canyon first. Finally somehow I got home, but Mom and Dad were already in bed and I was sad.

 

And then I woke up, and for reasons known best to itself my subconscious, which is the most sadistic DJ ever, decided that it was going to top off its masterpiece by spending the entire day singing, at the top of its metaphorical lungs, the theme song from Disney’s old “Gummi Bears” show. I blame sympathetic magic, because I have a bag of actual gummy bears next to my bed. Worst. Earworm. Ever.

 

When they drag me off in a straitjacket, point to this entry and say you saw it coming.

 

 

I do have plans for a follow-up on my Gender and Sci-fi entry with a few of the good responses I got, but right now I’m just slightly too crazy to do it properly.  I’m getting there.

 

 

*Proof that the internet culture is taking over my brain.