Monday, March 31, 2003
OK, this is disturbing on many levels.
I was watching Justice League the other night, and when the credits came on, I noticed that one of the voices was done by Tom Sizemore. You know who he is. He's that actor guy. Er... I think he was in Pearl Harbor... and probably some other stuff. You know. You do know who he is.
Anyways, someone needs to shoot me for unbearable geekiness for a) noticing the voice credits in a cartoon and b) watching Justice League in the first place. I am a horrible, horrible person.
I am also a horrible geek because I watched The Awesome Pawsome for the 12 millionth time this weekend. It's a great documentary about these 4 tigers being raised by people. I adore it. I can never get enough of tigers, no siree. You all should watch it next time it comes on. No idea when that will be, but you ought to see it all the same. Good stuff.
There was a Cat and Girl about the difference between (among?) geeks, dorks, and nerds. By their definitions, I'm pretty sure I'm a geek. Alas.
If irony was made of strawberries, we'd all be eating a lot of smoothies right now.
If you want to be completely and utterly amazed, go see the Mystical Ball. If you do it properly, it is always right. It knows. It was really creeping me out last night, because how can it know? How can it be psychic? But it is.
Anyways, me and Chris managed to figure it out last night between the two of us, because we are geniuses without compare. (Note the colloquial, incorrect usage of 'me' rather than 'I') But we aren't telling. Nyah nyah nyah.
I was ill this weekend. I got really, abruptly lightheaded on Friday night, and then I was really dizzy all day Saturday. I was OK by Sunday. It was most unpleasant. I don't think I had a fever or anysuchthing, but it was not a good time. I have no idea what sort of illness it was, or why I was afflicted by it. Argh.
I have decided to start uploading pics of my own now, stuff I've photographed or drawn, as opposed to most of the other pictures I post, which are shamelessly pirated from other sites. I am the worst photo pirate ever. Shiver me timbers.
Perhaps you have heard all the talk about that Iraqi blog that's out there? It's been all over the place... it was in the New Yorker... I know I saw it on TV, I think it was 60 minutes... anyways, I tracked it down, and here's the link, if you're at all interested. It's Dear Raed. I work tirelessly for your enlightenment, you know.
Something happened with that reporter fellow, Peter Arnette. This, at least, is what I am told in french class. I think he was fired for making remarks that were sort of... treasonous. Scandalous.
I hear tell that we have an assembly next period, in which our principal will mutter something no one can hear about scholarships. I always love trying to cram the whole grade into the Little Theater. Our grade's not that big, less than 200 kids, but the Little Theater is rather appropriately named. And the seats are hard.
But the good bit is that I will be missing part of math for this assembly. So I hope it's a long and involved one. We're supposed to have a math test on the morrow, but perhaps it will be postponed if we miss a big enough chunk of class today. That sure would be pleasant.
I was very startled to wake up this morning and see snow on the ground. Only a few days ago it was in the 60s. Freshmen were wearing tank tops and tiny skirts (although I guess that's not really indicative of warm weather... they wear those irregardless). Tulips were budding. Birds were returning. And now it snows. The insanity of New England weather never fails to amaze.
Then again, I can't help but notice that I feel a lot better, now that it's cold out again. Yet another proof that cold weather is preferable to any other kind. I swear, I have something in my genetic makeup that makes me unable to deal properly with hot weather.
Class is pratically over, and I am pleased to say that I did absolutely no work at all. Hooray for blogging.
Tomorrow is le Jour de Poisson! Be prepared to be fished.
8:42 AM
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