I’d make a good assassin. I’d just walk in a room, clad in my cool assassin clothes, and people would die of sexiness.

Ah, the things I go through to make references for Monica… at least this means we have lovely young!Vetinari art in the near future! ::looks around for someone to actually take the pictures so she won’t have to use a mirror::

EDIT: Yay! Appreciation!

Once I had gotten through the initial shock, my first thought was “Too bad they don’t have Feynman around to solve this one.” What I really want to know now is what happened. It’s almost like some sort of hubris — just when we think NASA is invincible, and we believe that all the kinks have been worked out of space flight, something like this happens.

I wonder if I would have heard anything, had I been awake. Instead, I was dreaming about being attacked by sharks. Somewhat near the end of the dream, there was a gigantic wave that crashed over me, making me lose hold of the dock I had just managed to reach. I wonder what time that part of the dream occurred.

Meanwhile, still in shock.

I feel really awkward about posting this, as I almost feel a day of Blog silence is in order, but I just wanted to pause to say that Matt, Renata, and Burkhead prod all sorts of buttock. Matt got in to Trinity (TX, not CN), Renata got in to Grinnell, and Burkhead got in to Davidson. Huzzah for you guys! ::grooves::

Lexi lent me a friend’s “Phantom of the Opera” CD so that I could burn copies for us both. We’ve been duetting while waiting during rehearsals the past few days, and now we actually have the music. Today, in our Group Voice lesson, we all clustered around Jimmy, where I had called up the lyrics from a website, and Lexi, Katy Crow, and I all sang “The Point of No Return”. Too fun.

For this reason, I’ve decided to lift part of my mild stigma against Andrew Lloyd Webber. Sure, he has his share of drivel, but I really love a lot of the Phantom music (and it’s inspiring, too), so I hereby give the composer a gold star and a thumbs-up and an apology for all the jokes I’ve cracked about him. So yay. Just remember, Andrew Lloyd, if you want to avoid mockery, don’t give songs titles like “Magical Lasso”. Dear gravy. ::snorks::

Reminds me of my last summer at Maine Teen, when Tara and I sang “Angel of Music”, the brief Christine/Meg duet, for a talent show. It was hilarious — afterwards, a girl approached us and said that we had lovely voices, and that we were good enough to use microphones. After she left, Tara and I burst out laughing in our joint loathing of mics, especially in a space where they were wholly unnecessary. T’was amusing.

And that’s all I have to say about that. And now I feel like recording snippets from Pratchett’s “Masquerade”. Muaha. ::t00bs off to find the book::

Vendredi Cinq

1. As a child, who was your favorite superhero/heroine? Why?

As a teensy Priscellie, I adored Rainbow Brite. I suppose she counts as a superheroine. Of course, my sister always insisted on playing ALL the Color Kids, making me be Murky and Lurky. I was scarred for life.

2. What was one thing you always wanted as a child but never got?

A Sega Genesis. I always wanted a video game platform, but I never got to go beyond Game Boy and Game Gear.

3. What’s the furthest from home you’ve been?

Italy. Rome, Venice, and Florence.

4. What’s one thing you’ve always wanted to learn but haven’t yet?

3D modeling and animation. Slowly learning, though.

5. What are your plans for the weekend?

Nothing. Someone call me!