Just watched the bootleg Rent trailer from the Compulsive Bowlers boards. It’s hard to see much of anything, but I’m seriously impressed. I thought Chris Columbus would absolutely maim the film, but I really liked what I saw. I look forward to when an official source puts out the trailer! We could only see about half the screen in the current boot.

Huzzah. Tried a different torrent provider, and this time the Lost finale came through perfectly. I do miss Penn’s high-speed ethernet, though. I used to be able to download an episode in under two hours.

Spent 20 hours downloading the Lost season finale, only to find that the file didn’t work. I miss BTEFnet.

Oh, and just to clear something up, the rant about no one commenting on my hair was directed to my IRL friends. I went to Hockaday graduation last night to see my ikkle wooblets graduate, and I expected people to notice my hair. Even the people that read my blog and knew how important this was to me didn’t say a word until I deliberately asked them.

I need to be told that it looks okay, and I need to hear it often. All my life I’ve had long hair. I’ve even observed that my subconscious treats long hair as a sign of goodness in general, and short hair as a form of punishment. It used to be that if I was ever upset at someone, I’d dream about them with hacked-off hair.


Comic SWAT — A thoughtful analysis of some of comics’ most ridiculous outfits, for superhero and villain alike! I think I ruptured my spleen laughing so hard.

Sorry, can’t remember who linked me.

The official website for Tim Minear’s new show The Inside is up! Premieres June 8th. Maybe if I actually watch this one, it won’t get cancelled. Because yes, I hold that kind of power.

Did I know that Adam Baldwin (Jayne) was going to be in the main cast?

Now that’s bizarre. My mom left a few pages in my room, torn from a magazine, from an article on the Dali exhibit in Philadelphia. The top page just suddenly floated about four feet, from the floor next to the end of my bed to the doorway to my bathroom. Obviously it was the light breeze from the air conditioner vent, but it was still surreal. An article about Dali flying across the room… would that be meta-surrealism?

I love my house. I always like to joke that it’s haunted. My bedroom door has a trick to it so that it’s difficult to open from the outside, but just requires a certain twist of the knob to open from the inside. Every so often, this door will randomly open, with no one nearby. It freaks my friends out whenever it happens. Also, because it’s an old house and it’s settling on its foundation, occasionally I’ll hear creaks that sound like someone walking around my parents’ room, when I’m the only one in the house. I’ve actually investigated the sounds on more than one occasion, thinking that someone had broken in.

And that’s your tangent for the evening.