The Cult of Lincoln

Wednesday, July 31, 2002



::flails violently:: Get me Reaper Man, now! Why wasn't it in *my* copy! Probably because it was ancient. Grr. And I can't call it my copy anymore, silly me, as it's now in the hands of Alicey. Foom. Get me to Barnes and Noble! ("But Priscellie", says Inner Voice, "They didn't have it at your local Barnes and Noble! Remember? When you were getting all the lovely Discworld books for your Family Friend?" Bah!)

Says Brenna: "In Reaper Man, there's have a sneak preview of Night Watch and in the preview Colon, Nobby, CMOT Dibbler, Vimes, Carrot (I think), and Vetinari are all wearing lilac sprigs in memory of someone(s) who died. I want to know more about that because Colon was very touchy on the subject when an underling asked him for the lilacs were for."

If I had any less of a life, I'd be looking for the bloody sample chapter on e-text. Grr.

Priscilla said at 4:26 PM

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Okay, I'm gone. I'll try to get online tomorrow, but I can't make any promises. In the meanwhile, hearts for all! I look forward to posting all my art rubbish when I get back on the 14th. Yayfun! Priorities for the trip include belated b-day cards for Alicey, Britt, and Brenna, which will be CGed when I get home. And I shall finish the Tanja anniversary card, which is far too late already. Hurrah!

Priscilla said at 4:14 PM

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::squeals in joy:: I love this Cybercafe! The sounds of Monty Python's "The Brigher Side of Life" are now bursting merrily from the speakers. Good times, good times.

Priscilla said at 4:08 PM

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Brenna comments: "I want to know what the lilacs are for!"

I do, too, now. What the heck are these lilacs you speak of? Did I miss something?

Priscilla said at 3:56 PM

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Sweet, sweet revenge, Rebecca!

In addition to Abraham: The Musical and at least four songs from The Civil War, Abe Lincoln remained a President with a song in his heart, trumping the cowardly, tone-deaf Wilson at every turn. Experience the man, the music, the Emancipator!

Here you can read about (or purchase) "We'll Sing to Abe Our Song", sheet music about Lincoln, Emancipation, and the Civil War. This "includes more than two hundred sheet-music compositions that represent Lincoln and the war as reflected in popular music".

More sheet music can be found here (or here).

Campaign songs include the Lincoln Quick Step:
"Honest Old Abe has split many a rail
He is up to his work, and he'll surely not fail
He has guided his flat-boat thro' many a strait
And watchful he'll prove at the helm of the State."
Abraham Lincoln School also has a Fight Song:
Cheer, cheer for our Lincoln School,
Doing our best is always the rule.
Being number one it's true,
Keeps us the best in Region 2!
Whether the odds are great or small,
Our Lincoln School is the best of all.
Proudly loyal sons and daughters
Worked towards this victory.
And wow, look! A children's song about him!

In addition to the music that fuelled his soul, Abe remains on the top due to many other endearing tributes, including video games, a virtual library, a slightly morbidmuseum exhibit, a crossword puzzle, a book of humorous essays, a movie called Young Mr. Lincoln (featuring Henry Fonda as Abe Lincoln). He's also been credited with The Birth of a Modern Empire. For more Lincoln goodness, check out Abraham Lincoln Online. He brings up 827 Search Results at Amazon.com (while Woodrow Wilson returns only 339!)


There are thousands upon thousands more Google search results to explore further, if you need more evidence. Face it, Rebecca. Lincoln could whup Woodrow's bootie any day of the week! If they weren't both dead, of course.

Priscilla said at 3:51 PM

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Curses! The second Alicey gets back, I have to leave! ::jumps up and down angrily::

Priscilla said at 3:22 PM

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::snorts:: My hero! Some genius has written a Harry Potter/Molesworth Crossover. I'm amused.

Priscilla said at 3:03 PM

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Yay! I did manage to get online today! Hurrah! ::throws confetti:: Now to sort out those pesky archives...

Sian asks how much I bid for Nightwatch. I bid $21, then I realized that there wasn't a chance in heck that I'd win. I stopped bidding and went off to pout.

But I'm happy, because I just splurged on Sandman and bought issues 7-10, plus "Death: The High Cost of Living". I'm a terrible person. At least I'll be able to sustain myself on my college trip. ::sulks:: Doom.

Priscilla said at 2:52 PM

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Tuesday, July 30, 2002



Let's see if this works! If it does, Cult of Lincoln will be back at tnm.n! Hurrah!

Edit: Go me!

Priscilla said at 9:49 PM

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Hurrah! I have completed a successful pilgrimage to the Moondance Diner, former workplace of Jonathan Larson. The misinformed waiter at the Stardust had said they had closed, but this was not permanent -- they were remodeling. My favourite part was a green neon sign that read "We serve wine and beer". Harhar. I wonder if that was there when Jonathan worked there... ::ponders::

I took pictures. Yes, indeed. And I've been having too much chicken caesar salad lately. I wonder what shall become of me. ::sigh:: Anyway, tonight was my last dinner at Johnny Rockets, a restaurant I frequented at least twice a week, due to its joyous proximity to my dorm. They did a goodbye "Staying Alive" dance for me. When I left, all the employees waved and said goodbye, and all the customers thought "What the heck?". It was sweet.

It was a nice hope, but I never did get to meet Cassie. (Why didn't you call me? ::weeps::) I guess I won't be able to, now. Bah. Happy birthday anyway! ::hugs:: My parents come to New York tomorrow. Then on Friday, we're going to start our Evil College Trip of Doom, followed by a brief family romp in Martha's Vineyard. Come to think about it, this actually might be my last entry until August Bloody Fourteenth, unless I can find a hookup somewhere on the way. ::pats Jimmy and sighs:: Maybe I'll be able to go online tomorrow... might be a bit of a stretch, though. Hiss. Anyway, goodbye for now and hearts to all.

Oh! And happy birthday to Fiction Alley! Tomorrow we're one year old! ::disperses wallet-sized baby photos::

Priscilla said at 9:40 PM

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Holy mother of Percy! The Nightwatch proof on eBay sold for $122.50! I'm sure I speak for all when I bequeath to the winner my coveted "Good Lord You Need A Life" Award. The rest of us shall wait for November. ::nods::

Lucky sod.

Priscilla said at 11:21 AM

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Monday, July 29, 2002



No WAY. Why the heck isn't my webmail working? ::kicks Your-Site repeatedly in the head::

Priscilla said at 4:24 PM

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Have growled at Your-Site. Hopefully, will have FTP back. Soon will transfer to CyberPixels. If pleased, will transfer espressoferrets.com to CyberPixels. Wish to poke Your-Site in the eyeball.

Priscilla said at 4:10 PM

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Remind me to look at these websites when I get home. ::stares:: I need to learn Painter properly.

http://www.pixelalley.com/tutorials/tuthome.html
http://www.computerarts.co.uk/news/painter7/
http://www.pixelalley.com/tutorials/painter7-findings.html
http://graphicssoft.about.com/cs/paintertutorials/

Priscilla said at 4:08 PM

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::whines:: Stupid ebay. I want my Nightwatch, but like hell I'm going to pay that much. Alas, November remains so far away...

Priscilla said at 3:44 PM

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Good grief, am I the only person on this planet that doesn't like Dave Matthews Band? Gravy.

Priscilla said at 3:42 PM

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43.75 %

My weblog owns 43.75 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?

Priscilla said at 3:41 PM

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Renata dreamed that I "redesigned col, and it was really cool, it had a dragon, and it was 3d... and i don't mean like, rendered graphics... i mean it was 3d, like it actually popped out of your computer... it was SO COOL. i wish you could really do that."

I dreamed that my mom, my sister, and I were in a plane, and my sister was flying. For some strange reason, she decided to fly really close to the ground and through a marketplace, ducking under tents and suchlike. Eventually, we hit a bunch of stuff, but still remained airborne. My sister grabbed the control stick and sent us into a straight vertical. We plummeted to the ground in the area next to a military air force base. When we landed, I was suddenly outside the plane, uninjured. I tried to take a picture of the wreckage with a disposeable camera, but the viewfinder had broken, and it looked like a kalideoscope with the plane wreck and rubber duckies. Twisted stuff, yo.

Priscilla said at 3:38 PM

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Sunday, July 28, 2002



Oh. I get back on August 14th, not August 11th. Fwoop. I had better not be webless for that long... Grr.

Priscilla said at 3:47 PM

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Sannali -- the actor who plays Wayne in "Strictly Ballroom" is named Pip Mushin. That has to be the most amusing name I've heard in years. Oh, my sides...

And his role credit in "Queen of the Damned" is hilarious. Poor Pip Mushin. You have to wonder what context that's in...

Priscilla said at 3:40 PM

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::gibbers incomprehensibly for about 20 minutes:: I want... please? Mine. ::collapses::

If you love me... ::sigh::

Priscilla said at 3:12 PM

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Gah! Thank you, Renata! Moondance, not Stardust. Fwee, I have Neil on the brain. Good stuff, as Grand St. and 6th Ave. isn't too far from my dorm. Less than a mile from my dorm, or 2 subway stops away! ::grooves:: I know where *I'm* eating some time this week! Not tonight, as I want to eat quickly and close to home so that I can churn out more rubbish for Extra-Credit week. I've already finished my Rebecca Clone painting, and I'm currently looking for an inspiring reference for a second. Go me.

Priscilla said at 3:02 PM

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Saturday, July 27, 2002



Stupid Elfwood Comment of the Day: "If thats ginny and harry........I gotta say...Thats so0o0o0o swwet"

There are reasons that the image file is titled "tanja_jameslily1.jpg"

Priscilla said at 4:07 PM

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Oh -- Melissa is 20. And according to Renata's new naming regime, I am Brazilla. Cower beneath my mighty Brazillian might.

Priscilla said at 4:03 PM

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The love continues to grow! My heart now embraces that 50% grey paper stuff and Urinetown: The Musical. (Look at the sky! There's a great big heart there! There's a heart in the sky! It just is, don't ask why! It's the sky!) Pure, absolute genius. It has not out-hearted Bat Boy, but the heart quotient nonetheless remains astronomical. (Renata, have you heard Bat Boy yet? If not, you must) Anyway, regarding the Stardust Diner, it turns out that it was not at all as I imagined. As I wrote in my sketchbook:
At the Stardust Diner... where the ponytailed, poodleskirt-clad waitstaff periodically burst into song. Somehow, I don't think this was the restaurant that employed Jonathan Larson (and lately, Mary Jane Watson). For one thing, it doesn't have that big billboard I remember from my RENT book. Two, no one would here would dare don that skimpy red frock ported by the arachnophilic MJ. No, this is the place for Mama Mia and Mame, rather than Tick, Tick... Boom! and RENT. This is a place where enormous men warble in tenor, and the expectedly Pascalesque sing like Franco Nero.
I later asked an Informed Waiter if this was really Jonathan Larson's former workplace, and he told me that it had closed a while ago. Meh. My pilgrimage had been in vain. But the food was passable, so they are forgiven.

Alas, I decided that the notion of a theatre weekend coinciding with Extra-Credit Week was suicidal, so I decided to nix "Private Lives". Perhaps I can go to the theatre sometime next week and stalk Alan Rickman then. ::nods:: I still want to see "Chicago" on Sunday, though. ::nods:: Instead of theatreing this morning, I slept in and worked my bootie off on a bunch of prettily modeled facial features on my newly beloved 50% grey paper. Gravy, it's wonderful. I'm obsessed with the eye I made. ::stares::

Also, anyone thinking of sending me snails should instead direct them to my home. My parents tell me that I'm moving out of my dorm Wednesday night. Yeep.

Priscilla said at 3:20 PM

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Friday, July 26, 2002



oh, yeah. And today is my sister's birthday. Wish her happy birthday, everyone!

Priscilla said at 2:31 PM

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Goody. This is "extra-credit weekend", which means that all students are going to work their fingers to the bone on massive quantities of art. At times like this, I really wish I had a roommate to use as a reference. At the moment, I'm starting an oil painting from a photograph (bad Priscellie!): Natalie, the Rebecca clone, from the Gaiman-fest. Hurrah! I'm also racking my brains for things to draw. Charcoal, hurrah.

I'm taking the evening off, however. At Renata's repeated jabs with a stick, I have decided to go see "Urinetown". And I'm going to eat at the Stardust Diner, the restaurant where Jonathan Larson worked. Yes, I am a complete loser. XD And after reading that it closes September 1st, I want to see "Private Lives" tomorrow. Let the stalkage begin! This shall be my theatre weekend. Perhaps "Chicago" on Sunday? Gravy. Of course, I haven't seen anything in the four weeks I've been here, so it's justified.

I have also decided that the title of God shall be bequeathed to whoever comes up with a subway system thingie where you can just select the station nearest you and your location, and it gives you precise details on how to get there with minimum fuss. Like a MapQuest for subways. Maps are confusing. ::sigh::

Meanwhile, books of choice at the moment are Sandman III (picked up V-VI last night. Curse expensive graphic novels!), A Clockwork Orange (much more intriguing than the movie), and Nickel and Dimed (required reading for school, meh). The Comic Book Guy at B&N was spot-on when he said that the first two Sandman graphic novels were okay, but starting with the 3rd, they get far better. Both storylines and art are far superior to the first two. Tra la.

Scary moment of the day: My mom tells me that last week, she thought she was pregnant. She's going through menopause, and therefore is encountering strange side effects from the hormone replacement pills she's taking. Of course, all is merry, for it was a false alarm, but still, it's frankly terrifying to imagine that your mom could possibly be pregnant. Are my parents taking advantage of having an empty house to themselves? I know that I exist and my sister exists, but thinking about what was required for us to come into existance is mind-scarring. Yeep?

So that's my nice, long blog entry of the day. Hurrah.

Priscilla said at 2:04 PM

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Tuesday, July 23, 2002



Woah, woah, woah! When I go to see "Private Lives"? I told Alicey that there was a chance. I haven't bought tickets or anything yet! From Renata's urging, Urinetown is my top priority, then Chicago. In fact, I may not see Private Lives at all, and just wait outside the stage door when I estimate the show is over. Calm thyselves!

Priscilla said at 7:17 PM

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I now declare my love for oil paint. I finished up the still life from yesterday, and it's utterly heartable. It includes a green wine bottle, which I'm absolutely obsessed with. I can't wait until I come up with some method for showing you guys what I've been doing! ::cheers merrily:: Anyway, right now, we're starting on portraits. Every day (okay, most days) we have a male and a female model, and I chose the guy. It's hilarious -- looking at people's pre-drawings, he always either looks like Carrot or Agent Doggett. I laughed.

Meanwhile, I remain in a good mood, as I've accomplished my good deed of the day. I was on my way to the library in a slight downpour, valiantly clutching my weak and demented umbrella, when I saw an umbrellaless woman headed the same direction. I ran up to her and shared the umbrella, which was much appreciated. Hurrah.

Meanwhile again, today's Word of the Day is "onus". This also makes me happy, as I've never really known what "onus" meant, despite singing it wholeheartedly in "Cinderella Darling" in H2$. Additionally, as having words that people might not know in musicals can be frowned upon, it's nice to see a word pointed out that's more obscure than "lycanthropy", which has been bothering me for quite some time. I like that line, and I don't want to change it. Grr. Do people really not know what it means? Gravy.

Priscilla said at 6:34 PM

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Monday, July 22, 2002



Shall I stalk Alan Rickman? That would be rather lovely, say I. I would take photographs and get an autograph for Alicey (and myself). Hurrah. This would be nice, as my photographs of Neil came out wretchedly. Grr. Why did they have to have a really bright window behind him? ::grouses:: I shall pester Natalie until she sends me copies of her photographs, which should be better, as they weren't taken with a dinky disposeable camera. Phooey.

Priscilla said at 8:45 PM

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Hi. My name is Priscilla. What's yours? I had an interesting weekend.

1. I started reading Sandman, which is awesome and addictive. I've only bought the first four books, but I have a feeling that this number shall increase quickly. Especially because there are comic book stores down the block from my dorm and on the way from my classroom to Utrecht, the art store. Curse my proximity to everything!
2. I went to my aunt/cousin's house in Montauk for the weekend, which was convenient, as on Saturday afternoon, there was an explosion at a power plant, sending all below 14th Street into blackout for 8 hours. I could never survive without my fan! Thank Percy! On the way, I finished Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency, read Sandman: 1 & 2, and started Stardust. Jolly good.
3. In Montauk, we sat on the beach, reading, for hours. Warm sun, cool sea breeze... ah, this is the life.
4. Then we went swimming. In a pool. Fun.
5. I had to make two self-portraits, one in pencil, the other in ink. The pencil one was annoying, so for the ink one, I made a really nifty composition that excluded my head. Muaha. I love bending rules.
6. I played with water-soluble colored pencils. Yay. I spoil myself.
7. On the way back, we listened to lots of happy music. I am officially a Tori Amos fan. ::hearts Little Earthquakes and Choirgirl::

Priscilla said at 8:37 PM

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I'm sure I've posted this before, but I'm in love with this guestbook entry. Thank you for making my day multiple times over.
Right, then. Sar’nt Major?

Right sah! YEW THERE—YEW WIV THE WEB PAGES AND THE RONALD BLINKIN’ SEARLE AND THE HAIRY BUM—erm, POTTER! OI’LL ’AVE YEW KNOW THAT YEW ARE CONT-RA-VENIN’ THE KING’S REG-U-LATIONS BY BEIN’ FUNNY WIV-OUT ORDERS! THIS IS AN OFFENSE PUNISHABLE BY BEIN’ FORCED TO READ THE COL-LECTED WORKS OF LORD BULWER-LYTTON IN A *NON-IRONIC* WAY. ROIGHT! SO WHEN OI COME BACK ’RAHND, OI WILL HEX-PECT TO SEE YEW BE’AVIN’ YERSELF LAHK A PROPER WEB-BIRD, WIV ALL FLUFFY BITS AN’ THAT. ROIGHT? ROIGHT, THEN!

Oh, I don’t know, Sergeant. Don’t you think *all* of Bulwer-Lytton is...well...a bit much?

Got to keep the troops in line, sah! One sign of weakness and they’ll be takin’ liberties like no next week, sah!

Oh, very well, Sergeant Major. Dismissed.

Sah! Atteeeennnnnn-SHUN! DIIISSSSSSS-MISSED!

(In other words, your pages were quite good, and bits of them were very good. I am pleased and amused.)

Priscilla said at 7:48 PM

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Alicey -- I'm on AIM under "Priscellie". IM me, you fiend! Though I may move to the Cybercafe soon, as the computers are happy and faster and I can use Y!M.

Priscilla said at 4:52 PM

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Alicey is back! ::rejoices::

Priscilla said at 4:20 PM

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Woo! Won "The Point" off eBay. I am an utter loser. XD

Priscilla said at 4:00 PM

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Wow! Thanks for the point-out, Renata!
petersburg:
abraham-- musical version of lincoln's life, 8 pm. july 19-21 and 6-28, theatre in the park at new salem state historic site. adults, $8; 12 and under, $3.
Wow, to see a musical about Lincoln? Gravy! Who wouldn't want to get in on the all-singing, all-dancing, all-Civil-War American President?

Rebecca, I'll leave it to you to find a musical about Wilson. With The Civil War, now Lincoln has *two*. Muah!

Priscilla said at 3:52 PM

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Friday, July 19, 2002



Friday Five, plus the Lyrics Survey. Foom.

1. Where were you born? Dallas, Texas

2. If you still live there, where would you rather move to? If you don't live there, do you want to move back? Why or why not? Yup, still live there. I'd probably move to another major city, if I had to. Penn is currently my top college choice, so Philadelphia would be nifty.

3. Where in the world do you feel the safest? Dallas. Home. I felt relatively safe in NY until a few minutes ago, when I got hassled by some homeless people who kept following me and saying I was a pretty girl and asking me for a date until I gave them change and escaped into the library. Yeah, that wasn't much fun.

4. Do you feel you are well-traveled? Insanely well-traveled, much to my chagrin. I don't like travelling much, but I've been bloody everywhere. ::sigh::

5. Where is the most interesting place you've been? England and NYC, I suppose.


0. Band/Lyrics source: I started doing The Beatles (as if there were any doubt), but when I started going through the questions, I got the urge to answer them with "Bat Boy" lyrics. Then I considered MAA. Muaha. Yes, I know that's not how it's supposed to work. Bite me.

1. Are you Male or female?
Beatles: "Girl... ::loud inhaling sound::"
MAA: "Now they claim we need representation
From trolls, dwarfs, and women... and also undead."
Bat Boy: "One thing alone saved me from despair, back in my feral stage.
Once in a while she would meet my stare, then I'd forget the cage."

2. Describe yourself:
Bat Boy: "You call him 'Beast' or 'Changeling', or 'Demon Chimpanzee'."
Beatles: "With your long brown hair and your eyes are blue, you're too much."
MAA: "We're devoted, whatever then may pass.
We'll apprehend unruly citizens and kick them in the... knee." (a personal favourite lyric)

3. How do you feel about yourself?
Bat Boy: "I don't care what people say."
MAA: "All I need is coffee and a drink"
Beatles: "She's making me feel like I've never been wrong."

4. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend: (I don't have one?)
Beatles: "You are making me frantic
Sail across the Atlantic
To be where you belong."
MAA: "I couldn't help thinking I wanted more
Than the occasional smile and a good rapport,
But there's just one fact I couldn't quite ignore."
Bat Boy: "Such a lovely boy
Look at what you've done to me
Woke me up and set me free."
(or more accurately) "It's hideous! It's not right!"

6. Describe where you live:
Bat Boy:"A three-bedroom house
With a white-picket fence
And a gun, and a lawyer, so smile!"
Beatles: "Been away so long I hardly knew the place,
Gee, it's good to be back home."
MAA: (lyrics still tentative)
"We promise not to rob you blind
Or kill you in your sleep
Although they say it's unrefined
To make an oath that you won't keep"

7. Describe how you love:
Bat Boy: "Once I thought you were weird
But then my doubts disappeared.
I think you're normaller than they."
MAA: "If I ever fall in love, it's going to be you."
Beatles: "And in the end,
The love you take
Is equal to the love you make."

9. Share a few words of wisdom:
Beatles: "I am the Walrus! Goo goo goo choob!"
MAA: "A sheet of chainmail can't cover up lycanthropy."
Bat Boy: "Love your neighbor, forgive, keep your vows
And a mountain's no place to raise cows."

Now that I look back, I see that RENT would have worked rather nicely. Oh well. ::shrugs:: Enjoy whatever MAA cookieage can be derived from said quotations. In no particular order, lyrics were drawn from "Too Much to Lose", "Fair Warning" (still looking for a real title), the Vimes and Sybil song (no idea about the name yet), "Men at Arms", "Reports" (another needing a real name) and "I, Comma".

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Oh, this is too perfect. It turns out that Frank Sinatra has a song called "My Kind of Town". Oh, this is just begging for a parody in MAA. (Especially since "Chicago" has the same number of syllables as "Ankh-Morpork". Too good to be true). I especially love how we both rhymed "won't let me down"/"my kind of town" before I even knew this song existed. Great minds think alike, say I.

To boot, while walking around The Cloisters yesterday, I came up with the ending to "My Kind of Town". Man, I would give a kidney to see this thing staged... That's what college is for, I suppose.

Priscilla said at 6:43 PM

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Thursday, July 18, 2002



My Review of "Silence of the Lambs":

Y'know... I could have sworn that poster said 8PM in front of Marlton... What do you mean they left at 7? ::looks at poster:: Oh.

Priscilla said at 7:45 PM

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Woo! Finally finished the roll! Where can I get it developed? I want my NeilPictures! (among other things)

Priscilla said at 7:43 PM

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Get off the stage, you poser. You are *not* Mark. Mark is the person that makes you want to run onstage and give him a hug. Mark is not a lust object for throngs of pre-pubescent teenyboppers. Mark is Anthony Rapp. Mark is Matt Caplan. Mark is Curtis Cregan. Mark is Trey Ellet. Mark is not Joey Fatone.

Thankyou.

::steps off soapbox::

Oh, and as I loudly rally against putting celebrity idols in Broadway productions, let it be said that I wouldn't mind seeing Alan Cumming in "Elle" and Alan Rickman in "Private Lives". ::whistles innocently and runs away::

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Wednesday, July 17, 2002



Quote of the day: "Hey, Ben! Want to draw the fat naked lady statue with me?"

I have a friend. His name is Ben Stein. No, not that Ben Stein. Poor Ben. Yesterday, we went to the Whitney. All was good, as it reminded me of one of my favourite photographs. Hurrah. I'm happy today.

And wooo, I found a scanner! It's attatched to an ancient Mac in the Parsons-NYU Library thing, in the same building as my class! ::dances:: Of course, I have no idea how to transfer scanned images anywhere, as no disk drives were to be found. Perhaps FTP. I'll play around with it in the next few days and give a full report. If all works nicely, I'll be able to show you some of the stuff I've been working on! Tra la! Of course, if this doesn't work out, I could still pay to use the scanner at the Cybercafe, but it's expensive as hell. Grr.

And now I'm off! My fellow dorm members and I are off to see "Silence of the Lambs" for an unknown reason. Now I shall finally discover how Starling got her pseudonym.

Priscilla said at 6:44 PM

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Let it be known that I absolutely heart oil paining. Indeedy. Let it be known that I really heart (and newly appreciate) Photoshop's Edit: Undo function. Good times.

Priscilla said at 6:12 PM

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Ah, yes. I promised you this, didn't I?

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Tuesday, July 16, 2002



Psst: Alicey's birthday is tomorrow, as well as Britt and Megs. Make them cards! ::idly doodles ideas for cards to make when she gets home:: And Brenna is the 18th. Gravy!

Edit: Ha, I lied. Megs' b-day isn't today. Now go celebrate the others!

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Priscilla said at 8:25 PM

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What joy. Last night, I dreamed about a movie I saw in first grade. Wrote I in my sketchbook (now more like a journal, but hey):
Random Childhood recollection: an animated movie featuring a boy with white skin and a circular head, living with people (blue skin?) and cone-shaped heads. A favourite game involved throwing a large ring into the air and catching it on the cone. Because the boy felt left out, his father made him a cone hat. Another "normal" boy challenged him to a ring-catching contest. Can't remember who won. Later, the boy went off in search of more people like him. He had a dog named "Arrow". One strain of music went "Me and my Arrow...". I saw this around the same time as "Yellow Submarine", meaning K-2. Unless this is all a dream, in which case such an idea will make me rich!
I talked to Bri (one of my good friends and a phenomenal artist), and she started spazzing on my first line. "The Point!", she cried. Evidently, this was one of her favourite movies. I easily associated it with the Beatles, as it was narrated by Ringo. I found that my summary was a bit off, but still more or less accurate. Bri hummed "Me and my Arrow" all through class. I must find a copy of "The Point" and watch it immediately. I wonder if they still have it at Premiere Video... gah, now I'm itching to get back home. ::looks at calendar and grouses pitifully::

Priscilla said at 8:23 PM

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Okay, so it is Your-Site being stupid. Bite me, Your-Site. ::kicks:: I've quadruple-checked all the info, you morons. ::fumes:: I just get my site back after a battle with your incompetence, and now I still can't log in properly. I wish this pathetic library computer would let me download an FTP client and test if that works. I don't want to walk all the way to the Cybercafe now.

Priscilla said at 7:19 PM

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Testing... Has Cyberpixels taken over? Hmm.... I shall try their ftp stuff.

Priscilla said at 7:17 PM

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::whines:: Why aren't my entries posting! Bah! You won't even be able to see this post! ::throws a fit::

Priscilla said at 7:09 PM

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Woo! tnm.n is back! Priscellie.blogspot.com is back to retirement.

Priscilla said at 6:50 PM

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Monday, July 15, 2002



Grr. ff.n is dead again. ::pokes it sadly with a stick::

In the shower the other day, when I do most of my thinking, I was pondering about how much I appreciated archive services like ff.n, Elfwood, Blogger, Fiction Alley, and the like. I'm always saying "Blogger is evil" and "Elfwood can bite me", but now that I think about it, I owe them an incredible debt. They get so much grief and far too little appreciation. Hearts and hugs to the overworked moderators! In the afterlife, you will live like kings!

(in my head, this was going to be a fairly long entry. oops.)

Priscilla said at 7:24 PM

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That was eerie. I was walking to Utrecht, the art store of doom, when I passed one of thousands of used record stacks for sale on the sidewalk. I thought to myself "I wish [I originally typed "I fish"] I could find some nifty Beatles LPs, but I don't have time to look. Then, I see on the top of the stack, four familiar fab faces. This was clearly fate. Why the heck didn't I get it? It was only a dollar. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow and see if it's still there...

Priscilla said at 7:15 PM

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Good gravy on a stick. Please God no.

Priscilla said at 6:52 PM

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Jolly good. tnm.n should be restored momentarily (or maybe tomorrow morning), as all "Temporary Disablement" rubbish has been sorted out. Yay. Now I can focus my mind on transferring to Cyberpixels! Hurrah. Also, I finished and submitted the Leaky Cauldron layout design, so all is nifty. I'll post a screencap tomorrow, once all the subs are in. ::glances around paranoidly:: I didn't ask Alicey about her policy on showing off our work, but I'm assuming she'd be okay with it.

Let it be known that paints are bloody expensive. Gah.

And Rebecca! Trala! I can't believe I forgot to blog about your luvverly letter! Super-hearts for the Lincoln stickers (they don't make Wilson stickers, do they? Huh? ::scoffs haughtily::) and related coolness. I felt uber-special! ::dances about merrily::

Priscilla said at 6:39 PM

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Sunday, July 14, 2002



Hurrah. That was about to be a disaster. For a moment, I was terrified, as I still haven't gotten the tnm.n business all sorted out, and it's still stubbornly down, and I would probably need to host the Leaky Cauldron sample image things somewhere. Then it occurred to me that I still had espressoferrets, and all was happy. Then I realized that I didn't have access to where I stored the password, then I remembered the password. Gravy. All is good in Priscilla's life. Except for the fact that she has to do a second Cezanne copy for tomorrow, and she's only 9/10 of the way through with the first. Yipes. ::dashes off back to her dorm::

Erm, the dashing can wait just a second. Let it be said that I heart natural media. As of yet, I'm still a CG girl, but I've been having illegal amounts of fun with my colored pencils. Working on the first Cezanne, I randomly decided to color it, rather than leaving it in frankly pathetic black and white. My fingers started to get covered in pencil and charcoal dust, so I wet them and wiped them off on the spare piece of paper I had been using as a dust shield for my hand. To my shock, it looked like the mark had been made with watercolors. Were these the water soluble pencils Monica had raved about? They certainly didn't say so anywhere. Over the next few hours of work (partly the next day), I had implemented fingers, kleenex, tortillions, and eye makeup swabs to achieve what still looked like rubbish, but at least rubbish that I was proud of. I had Experimented With New Media. Hurrah. And now I dash.

And briefly, let it be said that Faith is to be worshipped for the massive quantities of Demonology 101 updation going on. Hearts abound!

Priscilla said at 7:51 PM

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::pokes Swussian.com:: You alive there, Tanja?

Priscilla said at 1:39 PM

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Renata, Alicey, and Seejiles -- be happy! I sent all the Gaiman-y goodness your respective ways yesterday. They would have been sent Friday, but the Mailboxes Etc half a block from my dorm wanted to charge twice as much as the FedEx in Union Square, about 8 blocks away. I decided to go the next day, where I would have more of an excuse to be out over there. Tra la. $8.25 per parcel versus $16 each is worth the walk, says I.

Also, I reiterate my love for used bookstores. Following Ann's example, I went off to look for a big atlas for sketchbook fodder and wallet-making material (Marcelina has made a gorgeous wallet from snipping up a Van Gogh calendar, inspiring her friends to start an artsy wallet-making industry), and I found:
  1. a giant $3 US/Canada/Mexico road map book thing
  2. a gift for Marcelina that I've been searching for the pasy week, but shall remain nameless as she reads this blog and I want it to be a surprise
  3. a figure drawing thingie
  4. and a ridiculously hilarious, short, fat Episode II illustrated storybook (which is ideal random sketchbook fodder and will definitely be made into a wallet). I'll have to scan some of the images in when I get home (a month from now ::sobs::). Hilarity.
I also found some luvverly (and most importatly, inexpensive) books of Vermeer, Rembrandt, and Van Gogh paintings that would probably make good wallet material, but I decided to leave them for a time when my brain wasn't wired in impulse-buy mode.

Good stuff.

Priscilla said at 1:35 PM

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Yeep! Leaky Cauldron subs due tomorrow! Better finish up tonight. Good stuff. Wish Alicey and me luck!

Priscilla said at 1:11 PM

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Saturday, July 13, 2002



Wow. My second-ever lucid dream. My parents were Important People in this dinner party thing the Dallas Institute was setting up, and the guest of honor was Paul McCartney. Therefore, Paul would have dinner with my family the day before the gala. It seemed so strange, because there we were in an everyday, homecooked family dinner, and there was Paul McCartney, sitting across the table. I woke up three times during the dream, then went back to sleep. Each awakening occured at the moment when I thought, "You know, you're at Parsons right now, not in Dallas. You're dreaming, hon." Drat. Oddly enough, Paul acted exactly like Neil Gaiman at the signing. Fwee. After dinner, I apologized beforehand and asked him to sign our unopened LP of the 1966 Compilation album thing. I didn't pester him with anything else. After that, I asked if I could hug him, and all in my family took turns giving him a hug. It was merry. Then, it was time to drive him back to the place where he was staying the night. I said "Baby, You Can Drive My Car" and we all laughed. We went outside and saw the night sky before us, which was strange, because we could see a paper-white sun setting. On the other horizon was a blindingly bright moon, which was reflected against the sky to show a dimmer moon where the sun had been. It was surreally beautiful. We got in his car, which turned out to be the red convertible from the new music video, and he drove us to the house he was staying at. I idly pondered how on earth I was going to get back home, then I woke up. Bah.

Priscilla said at 2:00 PM

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Friday, July 12, 2002



Woah. Fixed it. Go me.

Priscilla said at 8:28 PM

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::blinks:: Why are random entries appearing in boldface? I could figure out why, but I'm too lazy. Here's hoping it'll resolve itself! ::toasts glass::

Priscilla said at 8:27 PM

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Dear God. Aren't you glad I'm only doing Men at Arms?

Priscilla said at 7:03 PM

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Gah, posted this in Sgt. Pepper. Gah. That happens far too often. ::mutters::

Sannali -- don't worry about using more than your fair share at espressoferrets! We have 50M, and because the rest of us aren't using much, 12M is nothing to complain about. Plus, I'm considering moving the Ferrets to a different host, which gives us 200M for the same price, and I think the PDM are planning on getting their own domain, as well. So calm thyself! Don't worry, all is nifty.

Priscilla said at 6:58 PM

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Transcript, Part I:

Neil: ...been writing 12, 13, 14 years, and you would think I would have mastered the basics.
(Audience laughs and applauds. Neil borrows a copy of Coraline from a woman in the front row)
Neil: (incomprehensible utterance that nonetheless makes the audience laugh). Coraline. Started writing it about 10, 11 years ago. Stopped writing it about 9 years ago. Started writing it again 5 years ago. It took 11, 12 years to write, and it's the shortest book I've ever written. And... I'm gonna read you... hmm, let's see... (he looks through the book) What page, indeed. (Audience laughter) Let's start... we'll begin at Chapter 3. Let's turn to Chapter 3. (Audience laughter) Coraline, for those that haven't read the book, is a small girl. Someone's asked me today what age she is, and I thought for a minute and I said, "The same age as Alice". (Audience laughter) And... uh... she has a door in her house. And it's a door that--because her house has been converted into flats, and is a slightly irregular shape--one door opens onto a brick wall. And she's discovered this. And she's very interested in the brick wall. And the door. (Audience titters)

(he reads Chapter 3, which will not be transcribed for the sake of my sanity and certain copyright laws)

More coming when I feel like it! Next up, the Q&A!

(Note: For those who haven't read my full review yet, I have it posted in my LJ.)

Priscilla said at 11:07 AM

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Wednesday, July 10, 2002



I saw a Woody Allen movie being filmed today. I wonder if there will be random footage with me as an extra... I should demand 50 billion dollars. Look for a bridge scene outside the Met. ::nods:: We saw a big actor, but I forgot his name, so I'll post more later. He was shorter than he looked on screen. Ha.

Priscilla said at 4:57 PM

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Got a letter from Renata. Am loved.

Priscilla said at 4:52 PM

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Tuesday, July 09, 2002





Hero Guild Name
Villains fear me.
Heroes envy me.

Priscilla is...
The Crystal Avenger


Indeed.

Priscilla said at 5:16 PM

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Monday, July 08, 2002



Can I hit Bush with a stick? Please?

George Washington himself said in a letter to a North African counrty that the United States was not a Christian nation. I said a few days ago that I didn't think the whole Pledge of Allegiance issue should be brought up at a time when the U.S. was in such a need for stability, but now that we've started playing with fire, the only thing to do is to try to control the flames before too many people get burned. Seeing as the 9th District Court has already passed the ruling against "under God", I think we should let it lie. As far as my knowledge of the Constitution goes, the Supreme Court can't touch it, thanks to good old Freedom of Religion. If they tried to intervene, I believe it would only make the situation worse. Yes, it's against "tradition", but is the loss of a single tradition worth the revocation of Constitutional freedoms? And now good ol' Georgey Dubbya steps in and tries to force his personal beliefs on an entire country. At times like this, I like to sit back and wonder how dear liberal Mr. Gore would have dealt with it. The next time Bush spouts scripture from the Declaration of Independence, he would do well to remember that the word "God" was deliberately left out of the Constitution. Declaring freedom from Britain and actually establishing the guidelines for a new nation are quite different things.

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Priscilla said at 5:28 PM

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I'm still amused at the phrase "Credit goes to sudsy toes and Yellow Submarine". It has such delightful, rhyming singsongy goodness. Gah, why am I in such a good mood? I've been a much happier person of late, it's quite nifty. So hugs all around! Joy!

Alicey, work on the top-secret project continues. Email me about the newspaper, I forgot what we decided it would say.

Priscilla said at 4:49 PM

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Muaha, at lunch today, I scoped out where I would be going for the Neilness on the 11th. I'm going to call Becca tonight to find out what's the what, as no one is getting between me and certain Gaimanish autography joy. Bought "Stardust" (and "The Clockwork Orange", but that's irrelevant) and read oodles more of "Neverwhere". I heart Neil. Now if only I could find Sandman... Growl. My friend Erica was wearing a Sandman t-shirt today. I was happy. She had a pin on it with Dib, from Invader Zim. I was happier. I asked her if she was planning to see Neil. She said she hadn't known about it. I might have to kidnap her.

And my "Still the Prettiest" shirt arrived today, so I'm in a good mood. And I gave cookies to a homeless person, so life is merry. And no, Renata, he did not have a fuzzy pink bra. Thank Percy.

Priscilla said at 4:42 PM

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Marcelina -- next year, our robot has to be Benzai-Ten, the Japanese goddess of language, wisdom, knowledge, good fortune, and water. Then we can be Benny and the Jets.

Harhar.

Priscilla said at 4:31 PM

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Sunday, July 07, 2002



I think I've figured out why I was so delighted about my laundry experience yesterday. It's the composing. I always get giddy and overjoyed when I come up with new music for MAA, and right after I was finished with the laundry, I sat down and wrote two verses for the Vimes and Sybil song. Go me. But still, credit goes to sudsy toes and Yellow Submarine.

Priscilla said at 8:08 PM

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A treacherous inner voice told me to eat at Johnny Rockets tonight. I'm glad I did. I was spontaneously treated to a song and dance spectacular as the waiters boogied down to "Staying Alive". It was hilarious. When the song came on, they turned the music up, dimmed the lights (then dimmed them up and down with the beat), and stood in a line in front of the counter, discoing through a perfectly choreographed dance routine, right in front of my table. Percy, I love those moments when you feel like you're in a musical.

Priscilla said at 8:05 PM

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Saturday, July 06, 2002



Meanwhile, Sannali has discovered frames! Nooo, Sannali! Stay strong! Don't give in to the dark side like I did! Once you start down the frames path, forever will it dominate your destiny! ::is sucked into oblivion with a surprising "scchluurp" sound::

Priscilla said at 9:15 PM

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Let it be known that I am the World's Biggest Loser. I was feeling down from online friend withdrawal, so I was trying to think of anything that would get me out of my dorm room, where I had spent two hours playing solitaire. I decided to do laundry. Then I remembered that the laundromat nearest my dorm is unbelieveably expensive. I looked at the flyer I had received upon entering, trying to find out about other laundromat locations, when I again remembered how one of the RA's coped with excessive laundromat prices: she used her bathtub. "This should be interesting," I told myself in a fairly schizophrenic manner.

I gathered all my colored clothes together (minus the "Percy is God and Boba Fett" shirt, as it was too precious to me to lose in the event that I messed up royally), and threw them in the tub, turning on the water. I grabbed my walkman, headphones, and precious "Yellow Submarine" CD, and prepared to get slightly wet. Laundry detergent was added. Wash cycles were simulated by a foot sloshing the clothes around to the tune of "Hey Bulldog" and "All Together Now". Then suddenly, as sudsy water washed over the clothes, a wave of absolute joy washed over me. I resisted the urge to laugh out loud. I still have no idea why I found this so entertaining, but for some reason, this alternative to laundry was the most fun I'd had in ages. I danced around my cramped bathroom, moving shirts from the bathtub to the sink to be rinsed, feeling like a complete moron for having so much fun, but not letting my realization that I was acting like a lunatic dim my radiant mood. Yes, Priscilla has finally gone mad. But it's a good mad. Yes, indeed. I think I'll write the Zen Book of Bathtub Laundry, or possibly become a guru, teaching enlightenment through Beatles and laundry. Who will be my first Grasshopper?

Priscilla said at 9:14 PM

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Hurrah! All the entries you haven't seen yet due to Blogger's evilness! Joy! Meanwhile, the NYU Library security guards hate me because I don't have a valid student ID. Nice guards, yay. They let me through anyway with my stupid Parsons temporary ID. We were *supposed* to have our ID card photos taken last Wednesday, but they were cancelled. And I *really* don't want to have to pay to use a Cybercafe when school facilities are far more convenient and actually free. Meh.

Priscilla said at 8:50 PM

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Hell. My mom and my sister have been scheming plans for a dinner with a family friend, and I just found out today that they were planning it for the 11th. Don't they realize that that's Neil Gaiman Night? I hope there's time to change the plans... Grr. Why don't they talk to me about these things?

Priscilla said at 8:45 PM

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Friday, July 05, 2002



I can't believe it's been so long since I've listened to the "Yellow Submarine" soundtrack. It has to be what? 9, 10 years? First or second grade. Gravy. ::sighs happily:: Experiencing Beatles music you've never heard before or you don't remember is always an amazing experience. I look back dreamily to this time last summer, when I first got the White Album. When I get back home, I may have to pester Marcelina into letting me see her CD collection, then letting me burn anything I don't have. I may have a surprise waiting for her to use as a bribe, if it's not too expensive. ::cackles merrily at the joy of having a Beatles fan for an art teacher::

Priscilla said at 8:55 PM

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::laughs crazily:: Tanja, you would love this quiz. Look at the 5th response to question #8. ::snickets merrily:: You're famous! And Cairnsy is rather famous, as well, given one of the potential results. Muah.

Priscilla said at 8:43 PM

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Preorder SD1 or I'll bite you. I mean it.

Priscilla said at 8:23 PM

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Yay! Renata is my friend! Webmail, at last! Grr, if only I had anything interesting...

Priscilla said at 10:33 AM

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Wow. That was amusing. Blogger gave me an error including the phrase "server:disco". I'd like to go to a server disco.

Priscilla said at 10:32 AM

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::snickets:: Amusing piece of grafitti of the day: "WE WILL KELL YOU ALL!" Interesting. I wonder what they have against our dear Kellilla. Oh--and regarding the "new" WOFS, I've tried to log in, but on these evil public computers, they're not letting me past the "Over 13" agreement. Meh. I'll join up when I return mid-August.

Priscilla said at 10:29 AM

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What the heck... what happened to my blog template? ::pokes blogger:: Oh well. At least I have an excuse now to make a new look for my blog. I'm getting tired of the cow pattern. It's illegible on most of the computers I've been on. Thank Percy for long weekends!

Meanwhile, I drew Paul McCartney. Yay. T'was an excersize in how well I could copy photographs, and I think I did rather well. I copied from the booklet thing that came with the White Album--it's a high-contrasty image of Paul in profile, eyes mostly closed. Look for it. I'll scan it as soon as I have amassed enough drawings to be worth the $5 scanner session at said Cybercafe. Grrr.

Priscilla said at 10:21 AM

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Waaa. I miss talking on Y!M with Alicey, Mon, Tanja, Jia-Ling, and the like. I have Y!M at the Cybercafe, but none of you are on! Meanies. Why can't you read my mind?

Priscilla said at 10:16 AM

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Thursday, July 04, 2002



Happy 4th of July. Happy America-Hates-Britian Day, as Rebecca amusingly puts it. I log on, expecting the digital equivalent of enthusiastic flag-waving and a somewhat repetitive "God Bless America" mantra. However, what I find is a spate of anti-patriotic attacks. Though I enthusiastically endorse freedom of expression, it bothers me to see people attempting to bash America over its sudden flurry of patriotism. I think further jabs at our country are the last thing we need on the 4th of July. Yes, America can be overbearing and stubborn. Yes, America can be a bully. Yes, Bush's "You're Either With Us Or You're Against Us" diplomatic policy was ill-advised. However, though I may disagree with some policies and government actions, it's still my country. September 11th was on no accounts something to be taken lightly. Pearl Harbor was on the most part considered a sufficient enough excuse to join World War II. The destruction of countless lives is not something to be ignored or forgotten, whether American or the people of Afganistan killed in return. Though I find it difficult to condone any action that results in the death of innocents, I don't blame America for demanding justice. We just happened to have George W Bush handy to dish out the justice, and a Texan in charge of an army is never a good combination. America has made some frankly awful decisions in the past and it's still making them, and you can ridicule our actions any day you like, but I'd personally feel a lot better if the potshots could be eased up for July 4th. This particular day never really meant much to me in the past, but in the past, we all took America for granted. We've had a rude awakening, and we're suddenly reminded of how much America means to us. This may be very little for some people, but it means a lot to me. Hurrah, we support our country. Hurrah, we exhaust Taiwan's storehouses of American flags. Hurrah, we're united again after a devastating tragedy.

It's not that easy.

Coming to New York City made me especially aware of the resounding impact from the attacks of September 11th. On every street corner, you'll see vendors selling photographs and postcards emblazoned with the World Trade Center towers. Walking to dinner last night, I saw the multi-story DKNY mural of the Statue of Liberty and the buildings of the "Financial District" southern tip of Manhattan island. In the distance, the Trade towers were painfully visible. Coming back on the Staten Island Ferry the other day, I turned to Christa, the R.A., and asked "Which gap used to be the World Trade Center?" We see reminders everywhere. In my state of increased awareness, it sickens me to see people taking potshots at a country still recovering. If you don't care, fine. I can't make you care. I won't shove your nose in it. If you've read this far, good for you. Thanks for enduring my soapbox.

Those who orchestrated September 11th were geniuses. By attacking our country from the outside, they initiated further attack from the inside. Paradoxically, as America rushed to unite and draw together and lick its wounds through patriotism, the tide of Anti-American feelings increased dramatically. Some were opposed to Bush's reaction to the tragedy. Some were opposed to the appeals for patriotism that bordered on coersion. However, these dissenters did not realize that by supposedly standing up for their individual, negative opinions regarding the country's altered state, they were supporting the terrorists' scheme. America may be complete egotistical jerk to anyone it encounters, but it's *my* egotistical jerk and I'll defend it to the last.

Yes, the phrase "God Bless America" is outdated. It reflects the Puritanical Christian origins of a country now far more diverse. If you have the breath for it, I'll support your right to sing "Random Fluctuations in the Space-Time Continuum Work In The General Favor of America". Instead, though, I'd like to remind you all that these patriotic phrases and songs aren't meant to be taken in present context. They're not to be taken literally; they're supposed to represent a truth beyond words. They're supposed to be reassuring. They're supposed to be symbolic. They're supposed to give us hope for the future. They were meant to unite us in our love for our country, regardless of race or creed or financial standing. The addition of "under God" in the pledge of Allegiance may have been for devious McCarthian purposes, but the fact is that it was modified. Now, when we're still feeling the impact of the attack against our country, is the worst time possible to bring these traditions into question.

God Bless America. Jehova bless America. Buddha bless America. Allah Bless America. Zeus Bless America. Outmoded Belief System on a Crutch Bless America. I'll be waving my flag with the rest of them, thanks.

Priscilla said at 4:55 PM

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Grr. I still need to find a way to access my email. I tried to use the POP access from my Yahoo email, but it's being stupid and not letting me get the new messages. Hiss. I want my email! I wish I could find a place where I could hook up my laptop...

Priscilla said at 3:20 PM

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Foom.

Priscilla said at 3:16 PM

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7-3-02, 6:12 PM

Heeey, no entries yesterday! What's up with that? I suppose I had better answer for myself and tell you what I was doing, eh? Improving in art, certainly. Looking at the scribble sketches I drew today, I was impressed at the direction I'm going. It's not really reflecting in my cartoony fanart drawings yet, but hopefully it will by the end of the term. I've been compiling a list of scenes/characters/etc I want to draw.

In addition to the standard 6 hours of class per day, yesterday I went with some of my fellow Marltonites (that sounds wrong...) on the Staten Island Ferry, where we got a nice sunset view of Manhattan. There was a lunatic woman on the boat that kept yelling at an older woman (with a walking stick) for (mistakenly) stealing her seat. She was yelling for about 15 minutes straight, mainly along the lines of "act your age, or give me one of your babies". My friends and I were really amused.

Friends? Yes! Friends! These come in the form of Eddie, a guy from San Antonio, who is also in my Drawing and Painting class; Ryan, a guy from Norway; Christa, one of the R.A.s; Kelley, a guy I met at the Ice Cream party; and a wide cast of great people whose names I've forgotten. Wow, my memory is awful. Not on the Ferry Ride were Ian, Eddie's roommate, and Erica, an Invader Zim fan I often run into before and after classes.

Meanwhile, I'm wishing that I had tried out for "Kiss Me, Kate", as knowing the lyrics to "Too Darn Hot" would be really convenient. Yes, I'm from Texas. I know heat, but New York heat is different from Dallas heat. In Dallas, we have air conditioning, and we drive everywhere in air conditioned cars. In New York, I have no air conditioning in my room (God bless my fan! I put it together last night, finally), and we either walk everywhere in the blazing sun or ride in the baking subways. Gravy. I'm going to have to do laundry tomorrow, as I find myself needing to change my shirt when I get back from afternoon classes. Yuck.

As I'm meeting Eddie for dinner in seven minutes, I'd like to quickly say that Tanja, I'm incredibly sorry, but the anniversary card is going to be late. I don't have much time to CG, and I still have quite a ways to go. Alicey and Mon can tell you how nifty it's going to be. Until then, many hearts and schnoogles! The same goes for PDM Britt and Brenna. As I have no scanner access, your birthday presents will come after I get home. Quite possibly I'll have a song for you, Brenna! Or more! Hurrah!

Priscilla said at 3:11 PM

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7-1-02, 10:13 (HA!) PM

The Vimes and Sybil song goes well. It's sweet, but it doesn't make me want to bash my head in with a red-hot poker. Therfore, it stays. Hurrah. And it's upbeat. Go me.

Priscilla said at 3:11 PM

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7-1-02, 8:11 PM

What vast moment of idiocy made me think it was a good idea to use my cookie in a still life for a half-hour drawing assignment? The hunger... All I've had today has been a bagel sandwich and a Tazoberry slush. I need to find a real dinner. Bah to finding meals for myself. I'm so useless.

In other news, I'm considering giving Vimes and Sybil a song. Yay. It would give them both some more screentime and give Vimes something nice to reprise when he's getting all drunk and depressed mid-novel. ::idly waves "hurrah" flag:: I still need to find a screwdriver... I'm boiling. ::kicks fan pieces::

Priscilla said at 3:10 PM

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7-1-02 (Daddy's Birthday!), 9:27 AM

Good gravy. When attempting large construction feats during the night, does it *have* to be right across from my window? I was seranaded by the sound of giant trucks and revving engines and hammering nails and all that sort of noise one can easily and comfortably drift to sleep to. I couldn't close the window, because if I did, the room would heat up and fry me. I couldn't try to make earplugs, because I wouldn't be able to hear my alarm clocks (I have three). Bah. Stupid construction.

Anyway, I'm going to see if I can't connect to the internet later this evening. The RA showed us a library (on the opposite side of the park half a block from our dorm) that has free internet access, so hopefully I can hook Jimmy up there, rather than using one of the computers they'll undoubtedly provide. Anyway, go me. Hurrah for weblog entries of substance!

Priscilla said at 3:10 PM

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6-30-02, 9:22 PM

Wow. Good gravy. I shall now recount to thee the tale of an epic struggle of such Herculean proportions that Women's suffrage pales in comparison. Shortly after I finished my last weblog entry, I went out to meet my sister for lunch and shopping, as the list of things missing from my room was growing faster than an especially enthusiastic jackrabbit population, running the gamut from trashbins to a fan to toilet paper. After completely failing to catch a cab (standing in the blazing sunlight for about 15 minutes), my sister called me again and said that she'd come to me, rather than the previous plan of me coming to her. We ate at a pocket-sized eatery on 6th Avenue, where I consumed a delicious Caesar salad with the most amazing chicken I've ever tasted, then we were off.

We walked three blocks to a subway station, bought month-long Metro passes, realized we were in the wrong station, exited, saw a Duane Reade (pharmacy-ish thing), bought lots of junk, found the correct subway station, and came up at 22nd Street. We walked down to 18th Street, where Melissa was told we could find a "Bed Bath and Beyond". Good stuff.

Although I only really went for a fan, a blanket, and a pillow, We ended up spending about three hours there, where my sister's fashion-addicted personality leapt at every accessorizing opportunity. As we approached the final stretch, I was ready to collapse into my pillow-infested shopping cart. Finally, I was able to pry my sister away from another of thousands of miscellaneous displays and warn her that, although I wasn't sure, I was afraid I had to be somewhere around 6:30. It was then just past 6:00. We managed to check out and hail a cab without much fuss, despite the fact that our cab driver was Satan incarnate. He acted as though the traffic disturbance over the Pride Parade was our fault, as I had to be dropped off at 5th and 8th, which was frankly impossible, from his point of view. Meh. Anyway, we dropped my sister off first, as her dorm was closer, and we managed to hop out and separate our bags before--as our driver warned--an officer could give him a ticket. My turn.

Of course, as luck would have it, because of the Pride Parade, the closest he could take me to my dorm was the corner of 6th and 9th, which is actually about three blocks from my building. Goody. I was left at the side of an incredibly busy street in the blazing hot sun with four gargantuan bags, together weighing as much as the Sears Tower. Blazing hot sun, you ask? Let's put it this way. I'm from Texas, and I say the sun was blazing. Ye gods. I had the express priviledge of towing these four bags three city blocks, shady-looking teenagers and sniggering shop clerks in my wake. One such boy, leering at my futile struggle, grimaced at me and said, "I can help you with that for ten dollars." I said no thank you. He grinned evilly and said "Twenty Dollars?"

Fat chance.

I finally arrived at Marlton, radiating relief and sweat from every pore. I must have looked like hell. I could feel my left shin bruising prettily, as the metal trash bin had slammed into my leg at every step. My left arm, which had been carrying the box with the fan, was shaking. I noticed that neither of my roommates had arrived yet, so I got to work, feebly putting things away, then eventually starting to work on the fan in hopes of cooling off my boiling room. Despite my shaking arms and lack of any physical strength whatsoever, the body went together fairly well. Until, of course, I got to the actual fan itself. I was supposed to take the face apart and reassemble the interior, which required a screwdriver. A screwdriver? Where was I supposed to find a screwdriver? Downstairs, probably, but that would require actually going downstairs (from the 8th floor), and I had difficulty crossing the room. Joy. Hurrah, hurrah for dehydration. The fan could wait. I took a shower.

And so ends my story. Life as a melodrama is so much more exciting. I got to meet some of the people on the floors below me, one of which looks exactly like a male version of former carpoolmate Paulette Abbas. We were led up and down 5th and 6th Avenue, our RA pointing out drugstores and eateries, all the while discussing aspects of life in New York. Good stuff.

And now, I'm going to get some ice cream.

Priscilla said at 3:09 PM

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6-30-02, 1:20PM

Probably my most guilty pleasure is seeing harried people being forced to wait for something. Ashley will remember my giddy happiness at seeing cars wait twenty minutes in the drive through at Chick-Fil-A when someone inside ordered five entire hundred-twenty-five-piece chicken nugget platters, resulting in a grave nugget shortage and the forced procurement of many new batches of such nuggets, resulting in unfathomable drive-thru waits. Even though I had to wait as well, I couldn't help feeling amused at the other customers' discomfort. I wouldn't really call it a sadistic pleasure -- far from that. Perhaps it's the recognition that they're getting enraged about something they have no control over. Getting angry won't help.

And now, again, I find myself in a similar situation. On the cab ride to my dorm, I noticed a bunch of banners advertising a Pride Parade. I found this rather cool, as I've never witnessed one. As luck would have it, the parade was to be today. Of course, this was pushed out of my mind as I settled into my dorm, but it quickly returned to my forebrain when I heard the shouts. The sounds of cheering crouds, cab horns, and revving motorcycle engines returned me to the present. I looked out my 7th story window to the intersection of 5th Avenue and 8th Street in time to see the first rang of horsemen, followed by a phalanx of motorcyclists, rainbow-banners flapping exhuberantly in their wake. However, the city failed to block off 8th Street, resulting in an unending line of cars honking furiously at the unmoving vehicles before them. Every so often, passengers would storm over to the police line, demanding to be let through. Eventually, they had to pause the parade in order to allow the disgruntled motorists passage.

It may not seem funny to you, but to someone as easily amused as I, it was absolutely hilarious. How often in Dallas would I see an enraged queue of cabs, glinting angry yellow in the sunlight, honking furiously at a cheering throng of homosexual cyclists? All to the blaring soundtrack of "It's Raining Men"? If that's not a reason to smile, I don't know what is. Fuzzy bunnies pale in comparison.

Priscilla said at 3:09 PM

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Yay! Hurrah, hurrah for cybercafes! This one is just about a block down from where I take my classes, making it significantly further away from the NYU Library I've used previously, but it's worth it. Zip access. Muah. And you never know how much you love rightclicking until it's taken away. For some unfathomable reason, it's deactivated at the NYU Library. And here, the monitor is big and shiny and happy, at a really really high resolution. Priscellie is in love. Of course, the realization that I have to pay to be with the computer I love draws worrying parallels to places of ill repute, so we're not even going to go there.

Anyway, as I may have said previously, I've been diligently writing weblog entries in a text file on Jimmy, with the hope of eventually saving them to a zip disk and uploading them to CoL when I found a computer a Zip drive. Here are the entries! Hurrah! Now here we goooooooo..... Posted in reverse order, as to mesh happily with the standard blogger style.


6-30-02, 10:46AM

Woo! I'm in New York! *dances* Unfortunately, I have no internet connection. Grr. I think I'll type my weblog entries in a text file for the time being, then find a Cybercafe and upload them every so often. You won't be hearing from me much, but at least we'll have some means of communication.

My sister and I came up yesterday, arrived around 7, and walked about Times Square, looking for a movie theatre to pass the evening. My sister hadn't seen Episode II, so I took her there. In the previews, we saw the trailer for the Dear-God-NO!-inducing "Country Bears". I told my sister "See? This is what you'll get if you don't support Lilo and Stitch. She assured me she'd force her friends to see it. Good girl. Episode II was a nice choice, as we had watched Moulin Rouge on Jimmy on the plane, so we had quite the Ewan!fest. Nice Ewan. We heart Ewan. Yay. It was amazing how much detail I noticed in the movie [Moulin Rouge, of course] that I hadn't seen before. Because my laptop has a dinky sound system and we could barely hear the dialogue and music over the sound of the plane (of course, we practically have the movie memorized, so it didn't matter much), we put a lot more focus into the images Baz gave us. Absolutely unbelieveably gorgeous. All of you have to go out and see this movie again. Gravy, I heart Moulin Rouge.

And now, this morning, I'm all checked in and ready to roll. I was overjoyed during my taxi ride over as I spotted the Barnes & Noble and Fye (a CD and movie store) less than a block away [edit: actually, it's one crosstown block away, which is like two or three normal blocks. Bah]. Priscellie is spoiled. Of course, I already have ten thousand books on my "To Read During the Summer" list, so I'll hardly need to stop at a Barnes and Noble any time soon. Maybe I'll stock up on Gaiman to prepare myself for the 11th. I still haven't read Sandman, which is shameful, considering how many online friends have grabbed me by the virtual collar and screamed in my face "YOU MUST READ THIS BOOK!". Indeed.

I need to find a listing of the stuff showing in New York so that I can decide what to see. Urinetown, Chicago, Into The Woods, and others come highly regarded. I shall investigate. In the meantime, I'm also compiling a list of really silly musicals I see advertised. The winner so far is The Prince and the Pauper, while my last trip's winner was The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. I look forward to the day when people like me will laugh and sneer at a marquee advertising Men at Arms. Muah.

My dorm has no air conditioning and all but one of the windows are painted shut. Percy help us.

Priscilla said at 2:50 PM

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Wednesday, July 03, 2002



Hurrah! Renata got "Guards! Guards!" and Alicey got the Pizza Box of Doom. Now we just have to wait until Jia-Ling gets her package, and for July 17th when Alicey gets to open hers! Hurrah! And there was something I was supposed to do for Renata, but I can't remember... XD

Priscilla said at 9:10 PM

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I really feel like I'm supposed to be doing something right now, but I can't for the life of me think of what it is. Hmm. I'm attempting to catch up on my LJ Friends list, but is there something more important on my to-do list? My homework isn't due until Monday, thanks to the superhuge July 4th weekend, I've already had dinner, and curfew isn't until 11. Hmm.

Until I remember, here's a nice Important Notice for you. Let it be known that all snails should be directed to:

Priscilla Spencer
5 West 8th Street, #817
New York, NY 10011

Snails are my friends.

Meanwhile, I've become dangerously addicted to Snapple.

Priscilla said at 8:29 PM

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You will now address me as Priscilla "Excitement" Spencer .

People speak your name in a whisper since exciting things are always centered around your presence. These wanna be-hangers on are just there to enjoy the ride! Vital Gear includes a substantial line of credit at the best casino in town to play craps and roulette all night long.

Priscilla said at 7:59 PM

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Monday, July 01, 2002



I suppose I should give you a tiny taste of what's going on in my life, as you're not going to get my giant-sized entries until I find a decent computer terminal (yay libraries!). As today was the first day of classes, the morning was mostly orientation and such, but the 1-4PM class was normal. For the first time in my life, I did figure drawings. I expected that I would be embarassed and I wouldn't be able to concentrate on drawing, but to my surprise, I had absolutely no problem with it. Nifty. And let it be said that 3-hour classes rock.

I feel really uninspired blog-wise, so I guess intelligent entries will have to wait. Meh.

Priscilla said at 4:49 PM

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As one can see from my previous entry, I found a computer. Unfortunately, my laptop is being posessed by Satan and not letting my connect to the internet. Grr. I've been typing out really long entries to upload, but because I left my floppy drive at home in favor of my zip drive, I'll have to find a Cybercafe or something that will allow me to transfer. Or heck, there's probably some geek at a Cybercafe that could hook me up properly if I asked him/her nicely. Yes. You'll have to wait for my normal entries! Now I need to catch up on my weblogs and my comics! Muaha!

Priscilla said at 4:28 PM

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Ha! Does Rebecca dare doubt Lincoln's omnipotent coolness? I believe she does! Time to lay the smackdown, once and for all!

Why Lincoln is cooler than Woodrow Wilson:
  • He has a cooler nickame, sparking an even cooler mantra for his followers: "Woodrow, Schmoodrow! Abey, baby!" I plan on making an LJ icon as soon as I get home.
  • He has a children's playset named after him! Come on! Who never played with Lincoln Logs as a child? No one would dream of giving their beloved child Woodrow Logs. What a loser!
  • Unbeknownst to most, his middle name was actually "Spockmonkey". Actually, this is a lie.
  • He's on the penny and the $5 bill, two of the most frequently used pieces of currency. Unlike the stupid $100,000 bill, which is only used by Ferrari salesmen and Bill Gates.
  • His death has lots of freaky parallels with Kennedy's.
  • His college nickname was "The Emancipator", which is fairly awesome. Or rather, his college nickname would have been "The Emancipator" had he emancipated the slaves before college, which would have been a really cool feat.
  • His mother's name was Nancy, which was "Rocky Raccoon"'s former girlfriend's name in the Beatles song.
  • His father's name was Thomas, which is a frankly awesome name (see "Tom Riddle"), a fact which Woodrow Wilson was obviously too blind to see.
  • His mother died in Spencer County, Indiana. One of his co-High Priestesses (the other being Renata) is Priscilla Spencer. Coincidence? I think not!
  • One job he held in his youth was Postmaster. How cool is that word? Say it with feeling! POSTMASTER. Wow, I want to be the Postmaster!
  • He was Captain of his fellow militiamen at the breakout of the Blackhawk War, a rank held at times by Sam Vimes and Carrot Ironfoundersson, who are nifty.
  • Lincoln served four terms in the Illinois General Assembly for the Whig party, which is one of the coolest-named parties in existence, the only exception being the "Know Nothings".
  • He lived for some time on Adams Street, which was named by Time-Travelling Hitchhiker fans.
  • He beat the heck out of Stephen Douglas in the debate circuit. His name is still attatched to the "Lincoln/Douglas" debates, listed first because he was cooler.
  • He became the 16th President on March 4th, which is the coolest date in the year because it's an actual phrase. "March forth!" Yeah, can't beat that.
  • He went on to serve nearly two terms. He would have served two, but being dead kind of put a stopper on things.
  • He was shot while in the Ford Theatre, another location named by time-travelling Hitchhiker fans.
  • There's a song kinda about him in "Hair".
  • There's also a really bad musical about the Civil War called (wait for it...) "The Civil War", written by the same guy that did "Jekyll and Hyde" and "The Scarlet Pimpernel". I haven't seen it, but I'm sure Lincoln is mentioned somewhere.
  • Tyler from "Fight Club" said he'd most like to get in a fight with Lincoln because Lincoln would be an awesome sparring partner. Woodrow Wilson is stupid.

    As you can see, there's no possible way that anyone could question Lincoln's absolute supremacy over Woodrow Wilson. So there. Take that, Rebecca!

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