Gotta love my family. I wake up at 1:15 to find four tickets on my desk chair to I production I’d never heard of, over at SMU. The show starts at 2. There was no note. I ask my dad, but he has no idea what’s going on. He tells me that my mom is out with my sister, getting lunch. I try to call my mom and sister’s cell phones, but I get their answering machines. Still clueless on what’s going on; the show starts in 20 minutes. Dad tells me to invite friends, as he doesn’t think the family is going. In 20 minutes? What the hell? Why didn’t my mom at least wake me up?

Checked the SMU website, and the show sounds interesting. Of course, I have massive art assignments to work on and two papers to write. Communication could have definitely improved this situation.

And now, presenting a view into the mental processes of Marcelina and Priscilla at midnight, while waiting for Dr. Strangelove to begin:

Epiphany #1: “Pop Rocks”, the candy, is named after the Pop/Rock genre of music.

Epiphany #2: The clef and musical staff on packages of “Sweet and Low” sugar substitute derives from their homage to the lyric from “The Music Man”.

While Watching The Movie:

Epiphany #1: In the low-angle, high-contrast shot of General Ripper (the especially loony one that doomed everyone), right before he kills himself, he looks worryingly like George W. Bush. This is further proof that Stanley Kubrick is God.

Epiphany #2: General Turgidson looks weirdly like Paul Kidby’s version of Carrot (esp. how he appears in “The Last Hero”)

Monica and I hereby announce the creation of the “We Want To Shag Young Vetinari Senseless, Or At Least Swoon Over Him From Afar (Though Preferably From Close Up)” Society.

I call the first meeting of the WWTSYVSOALSOHFATPFCUS to order.