Saturday, January 11, 2003
Not many people know this (because I haven't yet published my extensive and carefully researched treatise on the subject), but the Smurfs were based on the Kama Sutra. It's true. I just watched a special on the History Channel, and with some helpful collaboration from Alyssa, the truth dawned on me. The Kama Sutra has all these depictions of blue people, who I think were Shiva or some deities or something. Like I said, I have to further hone my research. But anyone can see that I really have something here. I really hate to think what kind of search engine referrals my blog will get now.
Saw TTT for the seventh time today, with my mom and sister. It was greatness. Ah, home. I should enjoy the next several minutes, because then it'll be tomorrow. And tomorrow I have to go back to the evil that is Texas.
Posted by DeeDee @ 11:54 PM
I don't think enough people realize just how insightful Orlando Bloom can be. For example: "Elves are cool, man." I mean, really. Just think about that for a second. Y'know, man? Then go join this, because we all love the gay hats, the color-clashing, the dead fish ties, the 3M hat, the skull shirt, and the green bandana.
Posted by DeeDee @ 12:47 AM
Friday, January 10, 2003
Went out to eat Chinese with my parents and my brother, and following the age-old, respected tradition, we added "in bed" on the end of our fortunes:
-If it is to be, it is up to me. (Dad)
-A joy shared is a joy doubled. (Me)
-Remember, it takes 40 muscles to frown and 17 to smile. (Bobby)
-When someone says 'Life is hard,' ask them, 'Compared to what?' (Mom)
rotflmao that last one has to be the best fortune ever.
Posted by DeeDee @ 10:33 PM
I've just read some dreadful things. Gary Oldman as Sirius. No Oliver. No Cedric. No Colin. *repeats to self* Rumors. They are rumors. They are rumors. Favorite HP book will not be ruined. *repeat*
Posted by DeeDee @ 05:06 AM
Well I certainly had an interesting evening. At around 8, my sister Emma came upstairs to tell me that our water heater was "leaking," and that she smelled something funny. My parents had gone grocery shopping in Meridian (which is about a half hour away) with my sister Martha, so we were alone. I went downstairs, and sure enough, a puddle of water was spreading over the floor of the entrance hall of our house, which luckily has a brick floor. And strong fumes were beginning to spread all over the house.
I was afraid that the fumes might hurt us, so we decided to drive to the store in Meridian and find our parents. I got a bunch of towels and laid them on the floor to protect our new carpet, and off we went. About halfway there, I needed some more gas. While we were at the station, Emma finally got through to our brother Bobby at college. He told us the fumes wouldn't hurt us, and that we should go back home and try to fix the problem while he helped us over the phone.
We got home, and sure enough, the fumes had faded away, but the water was leaking a lot faster. I went around the house and got about a million towels, and laid them all over the floor, while Emma called Bobby back. He had us looking for some kind of valve, but it wasn't there. I tried to stop up the leak with a towel, and had the fun of a little electric shock, so Bobby told me to go outside and find the circuit breaker for the water heater. Emma and I were going all over the place, taking turns on the phone, messing with circuit breakers, and laying down towels.
About an hour later, my parents got home with all their groceries. My dad tried to step through the door, which was blocked by heaps of towels, and he was like, "What in the world?" He called a friend in Meridian, and while we waited for the guy to get to our house, we got the groceries inside and made sort of a little assembly line outside, wringing out towels and putting them back. And of course, the person by the door had the added duty of keeping our million cats out of the house.
My dad called our neighbors, who have one of those water-vacuum things, and their twin sons rode over with it on their four-wheeler. Just in the half hour they were there, the boys emptied 60 gallons of water from the vacuum. That helped a lot until the electrician guy got here. From there, I left and have no idea what was going on. I just know that my parents are staying home from school tomorrow (lol today technically), and that they have to buy a new water heater. And I won't be driving back to Texas until Saturday or Sunday.
Whew.
Posted by DeeDee @ 01:54 AM
Thursday, January 9, 2003
*plugs site of utter greatness*
Posted by DeeDee @ 07:51 PM
eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! asdofuasdf!!!!
Posted by DeeDee @ 03:10 PM
This is most spiffy - magnetic poetry online. And note how 'bloom' and 'blue' are next to each other. Sweetness. And Alyssa has an absolutely beautiful new Elijah layout.
I got to see my professors again, which was wonderful. Like last time, I ended up at my favorite Mexican restaurant with three middle-aged men discussing things way over my head. It's kind of funny in a way, but I still love being with them. I miss that life so much. And it feels like I never left, like I still belong there. I walked into Dr. Browning's office, fell into the big blue chair, propped my feet on the desk, and reached for the Far Side calendar, just like I always used to do.
And we talked about Ba'all and Wo'orld. Ba'all is one of those bouncy balls, and he named it for the Canaanite god Baal. And Wo'orld is a little squishy toy ball of the globe. Browning was always losing Ba'all because he'd throw it up in the air and it would land on the high bookshelves around his office. And sure enough, when I visited, Ba'all was missing. But Wo'orld was there, and just as raggedy as ever. Browning was trying to put together a last-minute lecture, since he forgot his slides at home.
On the way to La Fiesta, Dr. Crockett was driving, and Dr. Noonkester was ranting over something about the date of the English Reformation and the most accurate dating for the arrival of Catholicism in England. I sat in the backseat with Browning, and we mainly just grinned the whole way about Noonkester's ranting. The food was good as always, and they asked me about school and stuff. Browning tried to talk me into changing my class schedule online and taking all English classes with the religion department's scholarship money. lmao terrible.
When we got back, they took me to the temporary home of the Carey Center, which is in a few rooms in back of the college post office. Crockett had to unlock this big green safe, which had thousands of dollars worth of extremely rare books in it. They'd be like, "Yes, this book is worth $2000," or "The only other copies of this are at the British Library and blah blah," etc. It was amazing. They even let me hold some of them. And they showed me all these old prints and maps and coins and spiffy things. They need someone to work there, to catalogue the books, transcribe things, help with the website, and just generally organize. I think the job title they came up with was "Preservation Coordinator" - lol doesn't that sound nice and official? And they want to hire me, but they don't have the money unless a very unlikely grant comes through. I would give anything to work there with them. I'd be a janitor.
After that, Browning had to go teach his class ("I'll just be boring for a few minutes and let them out early") and Noonkester had to go to his office, so I went to Crockett's office and talked to him for a long time about stuff. I told him about my idea for a book, and he seemed to like it. He suggested that I get into Baylor's English program and take 3 more classes while I write my thesis, which would make me qualified to teach English in a small college. And we talked briefly about the possiblity of being an editor, an idea which my dad likes. Oh well, options, options.
We also talked about lighter stuff, like Harry Potter. He thinks Harry will turn evil (but possibly also be redeemed), which I had never really thought about before. Usually it's poor Ron that I have to defend. It is true that Harry's personality becomes darker with each book, but that would be awfully dark and depressing for a children's book series. Not to mention that JKR's fans would hate her. Then again, she's never been one to play to what people want or expect, so who knows?
So those are the good things that happened, even though I feel basically lost and useless right now. I had all these ideas and plans, and now... just nothing.
Posted by DeeDee @ 03:33 AM
Wednesday, January 8, 2003
I am a waste of oxygen
Posted by DeeDee @ 05:39 PM
I checked on my account at Baylor, and all my money is there and ready to be deposited into my account. It should be any day now, and I can't wait! Hopefully it'll get there while I'm still home, so I can treat my family to nice things before I leave. I haven't been able to give them Christmas presents yet. :'-( I also looked at my class schedule, and it looks pretty rotten. MWF, I have class 11-12. On Wednesdays, I have to go back 3:30-6:30 for Victorian Lit (ughhh). And on TTH, I have the Tolkien class. At least that'll be good. I'll be required to obsess over LotR, no problems there. *angel smile* And it'll be the first paper I've enjoyed writing since the Jane Austen paper I wrote last fall. Dr. Wood wants me to take my thesis out of this class under his supervision, so I hope I can think of a good topic. I'd like to do something with Gollum or Eowyn, or maybe something from the Silm. We'll see. =)
Eeee, these new RotK pictures have made me so excited! *points at Aragorn* Just loooook! And the Frodo/Sam one is just sadness. Gandalf looks spiffy too. I wish they would release high-res versions of the Legolas and Eowyn pics. The Eowyn picture is so pretty, with the way she's posed and everything, and Legolas... rar. It's going to be so much fun, going to TORN every day again, hoping for new pictures, and going insane whenever the trailers are released. It'll be really sad next December, when it's all over for good.
Mollness decided to make a fansite for Eomer, since he's utter greatness, so we combined it with my Eomer fanlist. She's finished the site, and it's beautimous! So go visit Forth Eorlingas! :-D
A-and... Alyssa loves me! She gave me some of her jelly beans. *blushes* And blue is just... fantastic. But Mr Poop is my valentine.
Posted by DeeDee @ 03:48 AM
Tuesday, January 7, 2003
Eeeeeek! *points*
If you saw a cereal called "Funeatstuff," would you buy it? What about "Bowl Fiesta"? Those are Alyssa originals, folks. I think the fumes from her straw-burning could have gone to her head. Here's what a test subject had to say:
captain blueby: shoo be daa
EdeaINFJ: funeatstuff
captain blueby: yikes *runs*
lmao I rest my case.
Posted by DeeDee @ 12:51 AM
Monday, January 6, 2003
I was reading through the October issue of BR this afternoon and found an article that featured Tel Rehov, where I dug a couple summers ago. They found a synagogue there, with a mosaic containing the longest inscription of any site in Israel. I was so excited when I looked at all the pictures. They even had a picture of Kibbutz Nir-David, where we lived for three weeks. BR is one of the best and most widely read scholarly magazines in my field, so I was pretty excited to see Rehov featured. I found nothing but dirt, but I still think of it as "my" site kind of.
So that was something good that happened today.
I don't know why anyone would want to live forever. Random thought there.
Posted by DeeDee @ 11:43 PM
I have officially seen it all. And I am feart.
Posted by DeeDee @ 03:52 AM
David Wenham has let me down.
Empire: What does Return Of The King hold in store for Faramir?
DW: Read the book! (Laughs) Actually, if you read the books, especially The Two Towers, you find that Faramir is a pretty dead character, dramatically.
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Posted by DeeDee @ 12:26 AM
Sunday, January 5, 2003
Yay Viggo! *dances* :-D And to think that Vin Diesel might have played Aragorn... *shudders and becomes sick at the very thought*
I am such a genius. My mom asked me to go in the kitchen and turn down the potatoes, but I started talking to my dad and didn't pay attention - and I turned the wrong knob. So I erm, burnt a big hole in the bottom of my mom's snowman tray, which our lovely roast was sitting on, and now our whole house smells like burnt plastic. I try, really I do. One time in chemistry, I was talking to my lab partner, and I burnt a whole through my notebook cover with a test tube. Things like this take a special kind of talent, you see.
Which Ringwraith are You?
Uh-oh... *runs very fast from Eowyn* That quiz is hilarious ("whooooa"), and I stole it from the queen of great surveys and quizzes. And Cara has a hobbity new layout. =)
Posted by DeeDee @ 11:07 AM
I took my sister Martha to see TTT yesterday afternoon, viewing #6 for both of us. Some random thoughts:
I love when Gandalf is trying to convince Theoden to go to war, and he rests his hand on the arm of Theoden's chair, just like Wormtongue used to do, and Theoden looks down at his hand with this odd expression on his face, like, "How do I know I can trust you? Maybe you're just like him." (run-on, anyone?) I just think that little touch is greatness.
I love the way Legolas says "the white wizard."
It really struck me more this time how the elves sacrifice themselves at Helm's Deep. No, they shouldn't be there, but for the purposes of this telling, they are, and it works, I have to admit. But back to the sacrifice bit. The people of Rohan station themselves on the walls of the secure keep, while the elves line up on the deeping wall, which is obviously where the battle will begin and remain fiercest... where they will obviously be the first to die. The look in Haldir's eyes when he falls and sees all the dead "immortals" -- angst.
I absolutely love Aragorn's facial expressions in the "Toss me" scene.
Movie Faramir is ruined, but at least they give him a moment of greatness. "If you let them go, your life will be forfeit." *insert no time for thought* "Then it is forfeit. Release them." That's our Faramir; where was he for the rest of the movie? :'-(
Sylvia Plath was an amazing poet. So far, I love "Mad Girl's Love Song" and "I Am Vertical." If I could write the way she did, I would sit at a desk and never, ever stop. Not even for ice cream or a visit from Viggo. And Alyssa told me what she found out yesterday, that Sylvia didn't intend to kill herself. Utter, utter sadness.
Now for the Molly-links: Mollness has a new layout of my hero of greatness, Eowyn, and Molly has a new Eomer layout to complement it. And I just met yet another Molly -- one who writes amazing, angsty A/E fanfic and is obsessed with all things Aragorn and Eowyn. *jumps around*
Posted by DeeDee @ 04:18 AM