One of my teachers theorizes that there’s an inversely proportional relationship between a woman’s intelligence and the size heel she wears. I’m really, really amused.

Am I the only one who finds it slightly incongruous that the president of my school’s sci-fi club has never seen the original Star Wars trilogy?

Ah, how I love Abbey Road. There’s not a single song on this CD that I don’t like. No matter what my mood, there’s always a song on Abbey Road that I can stand listening to. It’s great to use to relax when going to sleep, it’s great to wake up to, and it’s great to listen to, no matter what the occasion. ::sigh:: It’s the most wonderful album in the world. ::loves her Beatles::

Why is it that Rebecca and Rebecca’s LiveJournals always work, but Ann’s and Kell’s never do? ::bludgeons LiveJournal with a mallet::

::laughs:: Evidently, I wasn’t the only one to attempt a musical adaptation of “Men at Arms”. Join me in laughing my head off at “Walt Disney Presents: Discworld”. Found in issue 26 of Discworld Monthly, and continued in 27 and 30.

A snippet:

Angua: he’s such a nice boy

but I have to be coy

because he’ll never understand

when he reaches for my hand

and finds that it’s a… paw!

it ain’t easy being me,

it ain’t easy having PLT,

it ain’t easy when the moon’s in your eye,

and you’re there with your guy

and you rip out his throat with one bite

that’s not polite

Highly amusing. Which reminds me of another recent dream: a “Forbidden Broadway” spoof of Men At Arms, which featured people dressed up as me and Terry Pratchett, singing about how if I ever tried to write another Discworld musical, they’d sue the pants off me. All to the tune of “Too Much to Lose”, the song that I posted the first verse of a few weeks ago, only to have two people comment (but I’m not bitter, no!). Particularly badly written line was “If she tries to write another one, I know I’ve got to refuse. The Discworld and musicals: they’ve both got too much too lose.” ::sigh:: All I want for Christmas is a life…

Filched from Rebecca M.

Which Evil Criminal are You? Imelda Marcos

You’re famous for your shoes (enough that you eventually opened an entire museum of them), and sometimes lauded as a celebrity. But underneath, you’re still the woman who spent billions of dollars of money stolen from the Filipino population; theft that lead to extreme poverty.

Your husband, Ferdinand Marco, stole well over $5 billion, and plunged the entire country into heavier and heavier debt. Your response? Spend it. Spend it all.

Even when you claim to have reformed, sources estimate that you illegally hold $12 billion worth of shares. I guess luxury’s just your style.