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Wednesday, October 31, 2001
 Vote in the new poll. And check out HTMLGear's swoopy new layout, while you're at it. Slick. Which reminds me, I've got to brainstorm for the first tnm.n layout. After crunchy panic time is over, of course. I think I'm going to initiate the new layout over the Christmas holidays. ::blinks and nods:: Yeah, that sounds right.
Priscilla said at 9:27 PM Please welcome Rebecca Mroczkowski to my list of "Blogs that Amuse Me".
Priscilla said at 6:56 PM I've decided to have my name legally changed to Priscilla Sanchez so that I'll have affirmative action on my side when applying for college.
I don't think my 1/16 Native American heritage is quite going to cut it. Priscilla said at 6:49 PM ::snickers:: I can't believe I'm posting this.
Written/composed during history class while I was supposed to be learning about Adams and Jefferson's presidency. Muaha. It's the first verse to one of the songs from Men at Arms: The Musical. (mp3 file, 683K) It's supposed to take place after Angua runs away. If I don't move on to more entertaining ways to fill my time (particularly History classes), it will eventually be a nifty three-part song in the style of Aida's "A Step Too Far". I start giggling madly whenever I think about this. Apologies for the pathetic voice job; I wasn't warmed up, so the high and low notes are nasty. I recorded it in a few minutes while my parents were out running errands, so therefore it was rather hurried. Okay, back to the research paper. Meh. ::frowls:: I'd get a life, but not having one is so much more entertaining! (Note: This is a joke. It has always been a joke. It will always be a joke. If you want to take it seriously, then you are a loser. If you are a laywer, please don't sue me, for I have no money. Muaha.) Priscilla said at 5:34 PM Ugh, I'd forgotten how much I hate CGing with a mouse. I'm in my Digital Imaging class right now, and I'm trying to use some of my free time to work on the calendar CGs. Unbeknownst to me, however, for no reason whatsoever, all the computers in the lab had been reformatted last night, meaning that I would have to reinstall the Wacom software for my tablet. Of course, because I had no way of knowing, I didn't bring the software with me this morning. Now I have to mouse CG for the rest of the lesson. Percy, I hate mouse CG. I've been spoiled by my beloved tablet. Meh. ::grudgingly goes back to CGing Ginny::
Priscilla said at 8:18 AM Happy Hallowe'en, everybody! ::kicks school's dress code policy:: Well, at least I'll be able to dress up next year...
Priscilla said at 6:43 AM
Tuesday, October 30, 2001
Note to self: Putting off your research paper by trying to make it more tolerable is not a good idea. Actual content removed for the sake of my weblog readers' sanity.
Gah, I really have to work. Why am I such a lazy slacker? Priscilla said at 9:54 PM ::stares at calendar::
::sweatdrops:: I'm going to die. Priscilla said at 9:06 PM Kenneth Branaugh? Lockhart?
Eh, I see it, but I don't know if I like it. I guess we'll have to wait and see. Priscilla said at 7:20 PM I hate Crushlink.
Priscilla said at 5:49 PM Fie upon you, LiveJournal. I want to read Ann and Rebecca's blogs. Meh.
Priscilla said at 4:25 PM Mrreaugh. I hate my research paper. ::throws computer off the side of the building::
Priscilla said at 1:49 PM
Monday, October 29, 2001
For Tanja: A picture of me
Priscilla said at 8:57 PM The archives are back. Ooh, how good am I?
Priscilla said at 8:56 PM I have decided that my new name is Priscilla the Mighty: Destroyer of Grammatical Rules Involving Parallel Structure.
Mwaa, face my wrath! Priscilla said at 8:55 PM I'm irritated. It seems that whenever I finally manage to produce a drawing I really like, for the next week or so, I can't draw anything. Everything looks wretched. Meh. I guess this is why the Sketchblog has just seen a week of neglect after a week and a half of niftyness. Meh. I'm also irritated, because somehow something got in my sketchbook, and I got this nasty grease spot on some of my sketches. One of which was my crayon-colored Men at Arms picture, which I absolutely love. Probably my favourite thing in the book. So meh. ::wrinkes nose, then goes off to drink orange juice and do absurd amounts of English homework::
Priscilla said at 8:52 PM What's wrong with my archives? I've tried republishing, setting it to "no archive" and back again, and various other sneaky, underhanded techniques, but to no avail. Meh, I'll try again tomorrow.
Priscilla said at 8:45 PM Muaha, I feel all confident and achievement-like!
Dear Priscilla Spencer:::grooves:: Priscilla said at 8:32 PM Meh, I hate daylight savings time. When I get out of rehearsals, it's pitch black outside. Super-meh. How about I entertain you all with amusing quotes?
You can fool robotic mooses and attract them into charging your computer! --Mr. Taylor Mr. Loh! Come see the hormone-injected Asian pear! --Mackenzie Mr. Taylor: How'd you do that? Mr. Loh: I just pressed the button that said "not so bright". Mr. Taylor: I have some students with that problem. Theoretical physics is just the study of neat ways to die. --Rachel B. Mr. Taylor (being ironic): As far as we know, the Earth is the center to the universe. Me: Woo-hoo! Mr. Taylor: Priscilla evidently thinks she's the center to the universe... There is no fear of heights. It's the fear of rapidly changing heights that bothers people. --Mr. Taylor Mr. Taylor: What's the most important discovery in the entire world? Me: Me! I love men, even though they're lying, cheating scumbags. --Gwenyth Paltrow Jo: What's the best way to cut piano wire? Caro: An act of God. I am the sea monkey of your heart! --Marcelina "Nightly Hamburger Profit" would make a great band name. --Me, in Calculus class Mr. Dubsky: Rules, rules, rules! What did Shakespeare say? Everyone: Words, words, words! Chungy: We should do Shakespeare math! Me: And thou doth take the derivative, and thou shalt equal it to zero... Mr. Dubsky: Are monkeys right-handed or left-handed? Jennifer and Kristen: They're ambidextrous! Me: "Ambidextrous Monkeys" would make a great name for a rock band, too. Mr. Dubsky: The only thing we have to fear is fear itsself. Mr: I think the only thing we have to fear is biological warfare. Sorry I'm late, I had to save the world. --Me, after arriving 5 minutes late to class as a result of restoring the entirety of tnm.n after it went bye-bye. But I thought you could speak Jewish! --Jennifer. She meant "Hebrew". Girls, this is crunch time! Stop hugging! --Mr. Gans, during a much-needed JETS group hug session If the strength of gravity is based on mass, then if I go out and gain a lot of weight, will guys be more attracted to me? --Me It makes protons shake. This is a big, hairy electron. This is an electron you do not want to meet in a dark alley. --Mr. Taylor, tau This word... looks like a cow. It symbolizes the bovine feeling of looove. --Chungy, describing Latin translations Wait! We're smart! We can solve this! We have capable Asian girls here! --Mr. Gans Someone: Wait... the grades are determined by a Gaussian curve? Mr. Taylor: No, the grades are determined by me. You see, I'd be a smart homeless person. --Margaret Mackenzie's a nut, I am a pluck. --Mr. Loh doing Engineering demonstrations I hope this somehow improved your otherwise dull and lifeless afternoon. Priscilla said at 7:51 PM After a great deal of internal turmoil and probing introspection, I have decided to sign up for NaNoWriMo. If I fail, Rachel, I'm blaming you.
 Priscilla said at 7:23 PM
Sunday, October 28, 2001
New poll, out of curiosity.
Priscilla said at 10:21 PM I think I was destined to be an Ellie. According to the U.S. Name Generator, my name should be Ellen Barton. Odd.
Priscilla said at 10:12 PM Think of this song:
Every day when you're walking down the street,Then think of it on a repeat cycle of once roughly every 30 seconds. For five hours. I want to die. Priscilla said at 10:08 PM ::heavy sigh:: So sorry I haven't posted in two days. Everything has been absolutely nuts! Here is my story:
THURSDAY The usual daily slog. I think I aced my Calculus test, which was nice. And we got most of the P.E. period off, so I hung out in the science building, rereading Men at Arms, which I had in my backpack to lend to Mackenzie, who is currently reading Guards! Guards!. I had Pyramids in my locker, but I couldn't be bothered to go get it. After school, Chungy and I went to work on Artemis, the JETS robot, because she was due Friday. Ye gods. We did oodles of work, then went home. Meh. Unfortunately, we kept finding more and more problems. All was evil. We eventually went home, semiconfident that we could finish fixing her in our day off from school. Once at home, I read The Last Hero, which was highly entertaining, yet slightly disappointing. In reminded me of Jingo in the sense of how it seemed to radiate "Look at my nice established characters doing nice established things". It didn't really have the spark of some of the other novels. Meh. I still really enjoyed it, though. Lots of Rincewind-ness and Carrot-ness. ::nods:: And the Kidby illustrations were lots of fun. Then I went to sleep. FRIDAY I woke up, bright-n'-shiny early, to go to JETS. Again, I went around doing odd jobs and adding absurd amounts of stuff to the JETS website. Chungy provided a much-needed distraction by showing us a bunch of really groovy movie trailers during our occasional breaks. We got pizza for lunch, which will be ranked among my Top 5 pizzas in the entire universe. Percy, this was some good pizza. A few hours of work later, Elizabeth B. and I had to leave a still malfunctioning Artemis so that we could be on time for the SMU production of "Six Characters in Search of an Author", which had gotten glowing reviews. We could only hope that the other girls would be able to finish Artemis in time for the 7:30 check-in deadline. Rather depressing that I spent from 9AM to 6:30 PM at school on a day off. Anyway, "Six Characters..." was possibly the strangest play I'd ever seen. This is a great achievement, considering that the last play I saw to compare it to was Jesuit's "Night of the Dunce", which was seriously strange. Afterwards, I went to sleep. Competition tomorrow, doncha know. SATURDAY Competition day. We loaded up the Loh-mobile with tools (both practical and intimidating) and drove off to Loos (also pronounced "Loh's"), where I immediately began to spaz when I discovered I was to be the first driver for Hockaday. I hadn't even touched the controls that year! We had absolutely no time to practice driving this year. Fortunately, the girls who had stayed late on Friday informed me that she more or less worked, which was slightly encouraging. Then I started spazzing again when I saw in the program that they had butchered our team limericks and haiku and completely deleted our acronym things. Also, they wrote down that our robot's name was Athena, which was the name two years ago. Meh. Hockaday was going to drive in the second round of the competition, so Mackenzie (my spotter) and I stood "on deck", flailing slightly, waiting to go on. I heard the name "Hockaday" over the loudspeaker, and managed to work out that they were telling us we had won the Seine Twine competition. SCORE! Because Mack and I were the only ones nearby and she was holding the robot, I got to go forward and accept the award, on behalf of the school. I couldn't stop smiling. I handed the trophy up to Iana, who was in the front row of the stands. I started to feel better about the day. Inevitably, the robot was still malfunctioning when I went up to compete. Our arm refused to go down, and in its hyperextended state we couldn't go anywhere because we would run into the other robot. Meh. It wasn't until we had two seconds left that I realized our remote control had gotten messed up, and that I could have easily fixed it had I noticed it earlier. Major irritation. I was just glad that my parents hadn't arrived yet to see me helplessly standing out there like a moron. Time passed, and Artemis continued to fail. It really didn't bother me, however, because I had already resigned myself to the fact that we weren't going to go to state that year. I just wished that we had two more days to fix and test everything. Of course, there's always next year. There were a few moments of joy when the DJ person played "Back in the USSR" and "Rocky Raccoon", two Beatles songs from the White Album. Of course, Highland Park had to choose that moment to start bagpiping, and most of Rocky Raccoon was drowned out in the sound of squealing pigs in pain. If there's one thing I hate, it's bagpipes. I think someone told the DJ to take the White Album out of the CD sorter, because it was never heard from again. Anyway, happiness ensued when I saw a familiar figure walking through the stands towards where our team was stationed. NANCY! I ran up to her and glomped her, refusing to let go, insisting that she go down to the competition level and see Chungy and the rest of the gang. Much more glomping ensued, and I frogmarched her back up to the stands, where she was glomped some more. We all missed our Nancy. Next up was lunch break. Because Artemis was in need of some major repairs, most of the people stayed at Loos, while Christine, Megan, Iana, and I went out to Subway to get sandwiches for everyone. We piled into the Christinemobile and went off in search of a nearby Subway. Keep in mind that Christine has a notoriously bad sense of direction. We started off at 11:30. By 12:10, we were back where we started, still without a Subway in sight. We decided to instead go to a Subway that Christine knew existed, at the corner of Preston and Royal. Iana said that we should call in an order in advance, to save time, so I took out my trusty cellphone, dialed 411, and asked for the Subway on Preston and Royal. I told the Subway lady our order, lapsing into my disturbingly polite phone manners instilled in me at birth, and was about to hang up when she asked me if I knew where their Subway was located. I said yes, right next to Gazebo Burgers. She had no idea what I was talking about. It turns out, the stupid 411 lady gave me the number for the Subway on Preston and SpringSomething, which was halfway across town from the Subway we were currently driving to. Because the Preston/SpringSomething location was closer to the competition, we decided to turn around and head over there. After a series of strange driving directions (involving mention of a "Camel" road), we were off. I fed Christine directions until we finally arrived at Subway (it was actually "Campbell" Road), and told the attendant people that we were here for the huge to-go order. I expected them to be ready, as we had given them at least 20 minutes. No, they hadn't even started. I refused to get irritated; I've been trying to behave in a much more easygoing manner as of late, and I wasn't going to give up just because of a bunch of incompetent sandwich makers. We waited about 10 minutes, then Christine and Megan went off to get drinks at a grocery store a few blocks away while we were waiting for the sandwiches. Iana and I waited about 5 more minutes, paid for the sandwiches, and went outside to wait for Christine and Megan. We waited. And waited. By the time 1 o'clock rolled around, the time lunch break was supposed to be over, we decided the other girls were going to kill us. We decided that they would chop off our heads, stick them on pikes, and display them around the JETS lab as warnings for slow deliverypersons. At 1:05, Christine and Megan finally showed up, apologizing profusely for taking so long. We high-tailed it back to Loos, eating on the way, in time for Caroline to run out, flailing, shouting that they needed me to be spotter. Right NOW. I dashed down to the competition level, giving my half-eaten sub to Caroline and my blazer to Mr. Gans, and found Rachel and Jo "on deck" with Artemis, looking suddenly very relieved to see me. Of course, Caroline neglected to mention that I was to be spotter in the round AFTER this one, and that I had about 10 minutes before it was time. Meh. I got a new sandwich, as Caroline had thrown mine away, and waited for it to be my turn on deck. Of course, a part kept falling off, and Jo wasn't able to manipulate the robot as much as she needed. We lost the round. Again. We fixed the mount thing, and I went off to drive. Of course, we got the most warped track of all, the green track, and our skid got stuck. We remained immobile for the rest of the round, despite my frantic driving attempts. Meh. I was just ready for the thing to be over. Finally, the rounds were finished, and the winners were crowned. I was incredibly irritated when there was no t-shirt award this year; I was certain that we had a good chance at winning. I had put too much time into the t-shirt logo for it to go unrecognized. Anyway, BEST 2001 was finally over. I was actually a bit relieved to know that I wouldn't have to go to the State Competition on November 16th, the same day as a "Ten Little Indians" performance and the premiere of Harry Potter. We all got in our various vehicles, unloaded the lot at Hockaday, and went off to Chili's for dinner. Amusing moments include infamous employee "Swift" appearing on the scene just as I was telling my story about Swift hitting on me the last time I had been to Chili's. I hid under the table until he went away. Fortunately, he didn't see me. After Chili's, we went to the Cinemark. Half the girls went to see "K Pax", and half the girl went to see "From Hell". I saw "From Hell", and I regretted my decision. It was stupid and predictable, in my opinion. I was especially irritated to see the other girls gushing about how much they enjoyed "K Pax". Meh. I've got to see that movie. Anyway, after that we all went to my house. We told more funny stories, then went out to the Garage/Apartment/Guest House thing to watch movies. I grabbed my RENT boot, which I hadn't watched yet, and we all got psyched up to watch it. Unfortunately, the cameraperson must have been a bit restless, because the video was incredibly shaky. Also, the sound was pretty lame and you couldn't understand a word. Halfway into the first song, we voted to watch something else. This turned out to be "Alien" which we all merrily MST3Ked in its 80's lameness. Highly entertaining. Afterwards, most of us went to sleep, and a few stayed up to watch Dracula 2000. I chose sleep. SUNDAY In the morning, we had bagels and watched "Nightmare Before Christmas", which used to be one of my all-time favourite movies. It was so much fun to see it again, even though a few of the other girls thought it was stupid. By then, it was time for some girls to leave, so we rewatched the beginning of Dracula 2000 as my friends tapered off. Eventually, everyone had gone, and I went off to clean the mess and take a much-needed shower. And that's my story. So yeah. Sorry for the lack of posting. Does this make up for it? Priscilla said at 12:38 PM
Thursday, October 25, 2001
::squeals madly:: The Last Hero arrived today! ::dashes off to read::
Priscilla said at 8:08 PM ::becomes irritated:: How come it never snows in Dallas? ::stomps about angrily::
Priscilla said at 3:52 PM Vote in the new poll. Don't make me kill you.
Priscilla said at 3:50 PM The verdict is in! The best musical would be Men at Arms, followed by Tanja, followed closely by the Chamber of Secrets and my old Chemistry textbook. I'll leave the Chemistry up to you, Sannali! ::envisions lovelorn ballads about cyclohexane::
Priscilla said at 3:44 PM Those broken "Best Friend" necklaces irritate me. Wouldn't they imply that the friendship is broken? If I had one, I'd want to be a full best friend, not a "befri" or a "stend".
You know, that would make a great poll. What part do you play in the relationship? Are you a befri or a stend? That's a question to ask yourself, it is. Priscilla said at 3:42 PM Tanja -- I'll send you a picture for your design as soon as I can find a semidecent one. Meh, I'm even more unphotogenic than Rebecca.
Priscilla said at 6:32 AM Viking names are cool. I would be Priscilla Nelsonsdottir, my sister would be Melissa Nelsonsdottir, my dad would be Nelson Morrisson, and my mom would be Brenda Rexsdottir. Highly entertaining. My dogs would be Sparkey Snoopysdottir and Cookie Bustersson. ::nods, then waddles off to get ready for school::
Priscilla said at 6:31 AM
Wednesday, October 24, 2001
Hey! I just found my giant box of crayons! They were in my desk the whole time. Meh. Those would have helped quite a bit in my Crayola exploits. Oh well. I guess it's all for the best. Using only a 24 pack helped me learn all about blending and suchness. So that's all groovy. ::nods:: I need to try crayons again...
Priscilla said at 10:52 PM I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world!
Priscilla said at 10:45 PM ::laughs crazily:: My Viking name is Þraslaug Goatmangler!
(Well, actually, that wouldn't really be your name -- since you're female, your name would be something like "Þraslaug Björnsdottir". But this is the twenty-first century, and you want to be known for who you are, not for who your father was, right? Right.)This amuses me to no end. I think I'll start writing this on my nametags. Priscilla said at 9:14 PM Woo hoo! Reblogger is back!
Priscilla said at 9:08 PM I feel so incredibly musical today. I had my voice lesson today, and I completely knocked the socks off myself in "A Little Bit of Good". I was amazed at how strong my voice could be. I can't wait until November 8th, when I get to sing it at the voice recital. Of course, the music my classmates performed earlier that day in the group lesson was all stuck in my head, and when I was working on Physics homework after my voice lesson, the music suddenly started inspiring me to more and more absurd songs for Men at Arms. Keep in mind that I've managed to not think about it for quite some time now. I thought I was being good. Meh. I nearly kept bursting out laughing in the middle of English class as I envisioned a three-part, Verdi-esque extravaganza of music, centering on Angua, Carrot, and Gaspode's reactions after Carrot finds out Angua is a werewolf. I kept coming up with more lyrics during JETS and in the shower. Then there was a Vimes song, expressing irritation to Colon about the new recruits, Angua in particular, as Vimes hates the undead. Then, later in the "production", Angua would sing the reprise when she's trying to tell Carrot about her lycanthropy. I am way too easily amused for my own good. To make matters worse, when we started talking about Christine's shoes in JETS, I started coming up with a song about how difficult it can be to find shoes in my size. I sang it quietly for Caroline, who decided I was nutso. Then, throughout JETS, I kept bursting into "Springtime for Hitler" and other various songs triggered by occasional key phrases and expressions used in everyday conversation. I started to worry about myself. I think I'm too musical for my own good. ::drowns overactive muses by blasting Abbey Road::
Priscilla said at 9:08 PM
Tuesday, October 23, 2001
I'm posting the rest of this week's sketchblog images later this week. I don't have anything new, so instead of subjecting you guys to some of my work from the summer, I'll post some semidecent stuff on Thursday or Friday or summat. ::nods:: Now it's sleepy time.
Priscilla said at 11:07 PM Note to self: Playing the guitar suddenly one day after not playing it for a year is generally a bad thing. My fingers are in pain...
Priscilla said at 10:21 PM Woo hoo! Pretty updates on Laura Freeman's artworks page. ::nods:: I adore her style.
Priscilla said at 7:11 PM I finally gave in and took the Fuali tests, like most of the others in my blog circle.
I AM 27% GOTH. 
I AM 56% GEEK. 
I AM 9% PUNK. 
Muaha. Priscilla said at 7:04 PM Look at Sannali's Discworld-related art and be amused. ::hugs Sannali::
Later edit: Don't feel bad about using the same uniform as I did. I myself stole it (mostly) from Paul Kidby. So there! But the shoes are mine. And the helmet is hers. So yeah. Priscilla said at 4:30 PM Holy handgrenades, I would have forgotten! Thanks to Sannali for reminding me!
HAPPY MOLE DAY! At 6:02 this evening, declare your love for moles. ::loves:: Priscilla said at 4:26 PM ::pokes Reblogger:: Erm.... is it dead?
Priscilla said at 11:25 AM Mmmm. Sleep. Thank Percy for Daylight Savings Time for the Jets Night Out on Saturday! Woah, that's a lot of capital letters. ::stares::
Priscilla said at 11:22 AM Let it be known that I have absolutely no self-restraint whatsoever. That shiny "buy now" button is just way too enticing. ::climbs into her mailbox and waits gleefully::
Priscilla said at 11:20 AM Score! Blogger works at school now! ::does a groovy dance::
Priscilla said at 11:19 AM ::hand itches toward the shiny "buy now" button on Amazon's listing for "The Last Hero"::
::flails:: It has Cohen! And Rincewind! And Carrot! And many joyous happy people! And it's illustrated by Paul Kidby, God of Discworld art! And it's 30% off on Amazon! ::whines pitifully:: ::dies:: Priscilla said at 7:03 AM Just one month until my birthday! Yay! ::cheers happily, then winces in Tanja's direction and flails a bit::
Priscilla said at 6:45 AM
Monday, October 22, 2001
I'll post the daily sketch tomorrow evening, as opposed to the morning. I'm sleepy. And Tanja, I'll be looking for suitable pictures. ::salutes:: I'll hopefully find something tomorrow night.
Priscilla said at 11:34 PM Woo! Today's date is all froody and palindromic! ::stares at calendar::
Priscilla said at 10:43 PM ::snickers:: Sannali's additions to Men at Arms: The Musical were absolutely brilliant. (and she had better post her Angua sketches, or I'll be disappointed). Now it's time for even more songs! I rather like the idea of having the Patrician come out in the beginning to explain how the city works, possibly to the tune of "Tradition" from Fiddler on the Roof, or "Guilds!", to the tune of "Kids Today" from "Bye Bye Birdie". We may be able to bring Edward d'Eath out for a Lion King-inspired number, "I just can't wait for Carrot to be King". And I'm sure we could find a suitable song for Angua to sing about "minority" groups. At his death, Beano could sing a heartrending rendition of "Send in the Clowns". Maybe a duet with Death. And Leonnard of Quirm most definitely needs a song... Okay, I'm starting to scare myself. Time to step away from the stereo! ::wrinkes nose at overactive muses::
Priscilla said at 10:43 PM I absolutely adore this image. It's a self-portrait I took last year, using a pinhole camera. I had to stay absolutely stock-still for 5 minutes. I love my pinholes! ::hugs:: I've got to try some new ones this year. I have so many fabulous boxes to test!
Priscilla said at 7:01 AM
Sunday, October 21, 2001
Sketchblog, without fail. I think that on most school nights, I'll update the night before, so I don't have to worry about posting in the morning.
Priscilla said at 11:06 PM Meh, if I hadn't lent it to Mackenzie, I would find out Sannali's address and send her "Guards! Guards" in an instant. I'm so proud of my Sannali! I've created another Watch fan! ::squeals:: Sannali gets MAJOR cookie points.
Priscilla said at 10:36 PM When is Daylight Savings Time, anyway?
Priscilla said at 10:27 PM I'm intrigued by these prospects of weird forms of literature being transformed into musicals. The Chemistry textbook opens up possibilities for hits such as Alanis Morisette's "Ionic" and Wassabbo (my school's parody teacher boy-band)'s hit single "Covalent Bonds" (we'll share electrons forever... I wish I remembered the rest of that song). Possibly also that hilarious song from "Peggy Sue Got Married" that talked about the love lives of a bunch of famous scientists. Men At Arms offers not only Carrot's "Ankh-Morpork: It's My Kind of Town", but also Edward D'Eath's "Happiness Is a Warm Gonne".
If you put enough thought into it, you can turn anything into a musical. I envision a huge, high-energy musical number about the turtle crossing the road in Grapes of Wrath (possibly in the same vein as "Wells Fargo Wagon" from The Music Man), then a song about Homicide, led by Tom Joad, much in the style of Chicago's "Cell Block Tango". Then, it would be time for The Three Musketeers. Ignoring the cheese factor of potential "One For All" numbers, we could instead consist of an intro to the status of the lead characters in the style of the title song from "Rent", then a rallying of Musketeers with something like "The World Will Know" from Newsies, and a kinder, gentler ending, culminating in a plea from D'Artagnan to Cardinal Richeliu in the "How To Succeed" ripoff, "Brotherhood of Musketeers". If this is successful, we could open the next theatre season with Hamlet (featuring pop single "to thine own self be true") and The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which has serious "Bohemian Rhapsody" potential. With that said, who wants to be my producer? Given the success of the Jane Eyre musical, I'm sure they'll be lining up at the door. Priscilla said at 10:16 PM I got a rather amusing piece of junk mail today entitled "Jackie Chan and Amish Science Fiction". God, I love delusional spammers.
Priscilla said at 6:32 PM Aaaaaaand... Sketchblog.
Priscilla said at 11:31 AM After several months of irritation, I finally got the nerve to email (NAME REMOVED) and tell him about the bibliographical mistakes regarding WIAN. I feel like there has been a weight lifted off my shoulders. Of course, thinking about WIAN makes me think of publishing, which makes me seriously irritated at the publishing house of doom that has taken over three months (and counting) to get back to me. Meh.
Priscilla said at 10:58 AM I find this incredibly entertaining... Muchas gracias to Ron's Girl on WOFS for sharing it with us.
Priscilla said at 9:10 AM
Saturday, October 20, 2001
Vote in the new poll. Ah, it's times like this that make me wish that I could have more than 10 choices.
Priscilla said at 9:43 PM I find it highly amusing that out of all the names in the poll, the name I decided to go with was the name that didn't get any votes. Meet Rodriguo, my third white hair.
Priscilla said at 9:37 PM Sketchblog again, as if there was any doubt.
Priscilla said at 9:31 PM Meh, I wish I knew Sannali in real life. I could lend her my copy of "Guards! Guards!". Well, actually, I couldn't, because it's currently in the posession of my friend Mackenzie, who has been "reading" it for the past month. I hope Chungy has made progress in "Jingo"; I want to reread parts. ::blinks and nods:: I wonder where my copy of "The Color of Magic" could be. I need to introduce Chungy to Rincewind.
Priscilla said at 9:07 PM Referring to religious exclamations on RML:
Renata: My personal favorite is "Jesus Buddha Allah Confusius Zeus!" It's a bit wordy, but if you say it fast it kind of rhymes. Good times.Referring to my feet: My dad: It seems that you no longer have any tickle cells.Referring to Colgate college: Me: I prefer the toothpaste, thanks. Priscilla said at 9:00 PM Want to know what I hate? I hate it when you're trying to drink water and the ice shifts suddenly and you get water all over your face and clothes. And I hate it when you're in a blue funk and you can't find any music that quite works for your mood. Or when people jump to conclusions and assume that a fellow cast member is your boyfriend, just because he decides to sit by you every day because you enjoy each other's company. Or when your parents try to plan your weekend for you, scheduling academically-related (and boring as hell) activities instead of letting you get a little downtime. Or when you have to open letter after letter of stupid college mail despite a growing irrational paranoia about Anthrax. Or when your friends put hours of blood and sweat into the notebook for JETS, yet make no mention whatsoever to the website that you spent dozens of hours working on as to complete it in time in order to be mentioned in the notebook, but you can't get mad at them because they put so much work into it. Or when one of your best friends, who is in college, comes into town for a weekend, and you make big plans with all your friends to hang out together after you come back from seeing a musical with your family, only to find out when you get back that they decided to get together early and ditched you, going to the movies and lunch and the rest of JETS' "Demo Day" and having the best of times, without even a second thought in your direction.
Or when a combination of things that make you really annoyed all happen together and you start crying in front of your parents, and you can't stop. And you try to get some downtime in your room to draw or CG or mull things over, but your parents keep coming in and trying lamely to cheer you up, never leaving you alone. Yeah, I hate it when that happens. Priscilla said at 6:01 PM Someone please listen to "Come What May" from Moulin Rouge, then "Not Me" and "Written in the Stars" from Aida and tell me I'm imagining it.
Priscilla said at 7:50 AM Ooh! I must have neglected to mention! Yes, I *did* get around to updating the sketchblog yesterday. My run has not yet broken!
Priscilla said at 7:43 AM How disappointing. I'm human as well.
#2 Betazoid; # 3 Vulcan Priscilla said at 7:42 AM
Friday, October 19, 2001
Highly amusing experience:
After rehearsal, Chungy took me to Hockaday to get back to work on JETS. However, she informed me that Mr. Lohstreter had left, as he wanted to appear at Homecoming. (meh). We went to the boarding department to send a bunch of files to Cherise and Margaret, who were at Margaret's house, printing and finalizing the binder, which is due tomorrow. (flail!). Because they told us that we weren't needed to help, we decided to just hang out in the boarding department and watch "The 3 Musketeers". We kept a MST3K-like running commentary throughout most of the movie, including my comments regarding the choreography and musical styles for all the musical numbers we planned to add. References to Princess Bride, Discworld, and Ladyhawke aplenty. I remember suggesting that D'Artagnian (excuse the butchering of his name) could look like a young Gilderoy Lockhart. Joining us were Eunice, Iana, and two boarders I hadn't met before. Afterward, it was time for Priscellie to go home, chaufeurred by Chungy. For the quickest route back to my house, we took the tollroad. It wasn't until we were exiting that it occurred to us that we didn't have change. I grabbed a bill from my wallet and Chungy attempted to reach the change machine. In vain. She put the car in park and leaned all the way out the window. Didn't work. She eventually had to open the door slightly to put the bill in the machine. Of course, like all change machines, this specific machine didn't like my dollar, even though it was happy and crisp and dollarlike. It spit the bill out. Chungy tried three more times with the same result. I gave her a new dollar, which also failed. By this time, cars were starting to honk. We were both flailing, afraid that we were going to have to do something illegal to get through, as there was no attendant. Suddenly, it occurred to me to check the pockets of my wallet for any change, despite the fact that I never keep change in my wallet. As the bill finally accepted the dollar, I felt the reassuring clink of coins in my wallet -- exactly the necessary 60 cents. Chungy and I started laughing. Uproariously. So hard we couldn't stop. As we cruised through the streets of residential Dallas, we laughed all the way. This was classic, we decided. This was material to be posted in "The Spinster Diaries", our joint weblog that we're starting this week (we haven't spruced it up yet. It's still boring at the moment). We wished we had a camera or a video recorder or even a Nancy with us. This was one of those golden Priscilla and Chungy moments that remain amusing no matter how old the story gets, like the time Chungy and I ran through Jesuit and actually got whistled at. Or when we surprised Nancy on her birthday by embarrassing her in front of half the Upper School classes from Hockaday, Cistercian, and St. Marks. Or when we came out of A.I. sobbing like babies, much to the amusement of the other JETS. One thing I know for sure -- we have to go to the same college. I don't know if I'd survive without my best friend! Priscilla said at 11:34 PM And the lot's all here! ::dances:: Just a matter of some random images, which will be up momentarily. ::grooves::
Priscilla said at 2:24 PM Quotes... WIAN... ::is overjoyed::
Priscilla said at 2:21 PM The sketchblog is back. So are the log archives. ::squeals with glee::
Priscilla said at 2:05 PM ::gapes:: It was never deleted in the first place! It was all moved to some stupid, remote subdirectory! YESSSS!!!!!!! Within about an hour, the whole lot should be back!
Priscilla said at 1:40 PM Gah! I hate my life! I accidentally deleted the entirety of theninemuses.net. Thankfully, I was able to get lots of it back, and I'll be able to get the rest back at home. Meh. Unfortunately, I have a billion things to do tonight, so it won't be until later tonight. So far, I'm restored the JETS website and I'm restoring the weblog archives as we speak. Mr. Bradley was nice enough to let me bypass Cyberpatrol and get into blogger. Big hugs for him! Yay! ::dances:: Okay, I'm going off to restore more junk. ::loud sigh::
Priscilla said at 1:31 PM ::cheers merrily:: We got the JETS t-shirts in yesterday! They look absolutely fantastic! ::does a happy dance:: Everyone loves my design, which makes me oh so happy-happy.
Priscilla said at 7:06 AM Sadly, no sketchblog this morning. Maybe I'll post later tonight. Most likely, I will. I don't want to mess up my perfect record!
Priscilla said at 6:58 AM Yay! Ann's drawing Pratchett characters! Joy! Behold her Susan and Death of rats! Gah, I really need to read "Reaper Man" and "Soul Music" and all the Susan books. At the moment, I'm reading "Pyramids", but the next on my list is "Hogfather". Yayfun!
Priscilla said at 6:58 AM
Thursday, October 18, 2001
Call me not Priscilla, for my true name is Fidget Silverwitch.
Behaviour: A protector from evil demons and a poisoner of werewolves. ::pokes Lupin and Angua:: Seen When: Only in the enchanted moment between sleep and waking. Habitat: In rotting woodlands near poisonous toadstools. Priscilla said at 10:16 PM Sketchblog, naturally.
Priscilla said at 6:52 AM
Wednesday, October 17, 2001
My computer just broke. Then I left it alone and took a really long bath and when I came back, it was happy again. Man, I'm having a great week, even though it doesn't seem like it at times.
Priscilla said at 10:06 PM Another joyous aspect of the day: I was the only person in my Math class to get an A on a recent test. Muaha! Originally, I got a 91, but I found a mistake in the grading, which pushed it up to 96. Still pending on those other 4 points. I'm not sure if I'll get them back, as I'm not quite sure exactly what I missed. ::grooves::
Priscilla said at 10:05 PM My comments are gone. Meh. ::glowers at Reblogger::
Priscilla said at 10:02 PM An RMLer sent this to me. I was amused.
To: Albert Gore Priscilla said at 8:46 PM My friend Chungy and I are starting a weblog entitled "The Spinster Diaries". We have cunning plans to grow up and be crazy old spinsters together and get a house full of dogs and ferrets and other amusing animals. Yay! Amusingly enough, a girl in my math class enlightened me as to the true definition of my name. Up to now, I was under the impression that "Priscilla" meant "heiress" (female heir). Evidently, that's a politically correct way of saying "spinster". Chungy and I exchanged high fives.
More amusements! Ricky, the Percy clone, taught me how to knit today. It's much easier than it looks! It's just really irritating when you drop a stitch. Meh. It's amazing how much knitting messes with your mind. I missed several blocking cues because I was so entranced with the knitting. It's eerie. Priscilla said at 8:19 PM
Tuesday, October 16, 2001
I'm really liking this surge of art at HPGalleries. While it doesn't mesh at all with my mental image, I really love the hyper-stylized work of Christoph Siemens. Highly entertaining. I really need to get a Gallery... Unfortuately, all my good works are collaborations!
Priscilla said at 10:14 PM I added Kell's livejournal to the list of Blogs that Amuse Me. Meh. She's just doing this to confuse me, isn't she?
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