Tonight, the reek of cigarette smoke was particularly obnoxious, so I wedged our door open. It comes in from the vent in our kitchen, and unless it has somewhere else to go, it makes a beeline for my desk and hovers about me in a toxic cloud. In a nice twist, our open door served as an encouragement for people to hang out with us. First M (Ko’s roommate freshman year) came by, then Alex. M, who had declared last year that she was a lesbian, told us that she was getting back together with her 38-year-old ex-boyfriend, and Alex, our beloved gayboy, told us that he was going to come out to his parents this Friday.

“It’s just our night to be visited by gay people!” Ko observed.
“First it was gayness past, then gayness present… will the next person be gayness future?” I pondered.

The next people to come by were Deep and Nikki, whom we decided will totally turn gay for each other, despite displaying nothing but heterosexual tendencies. “Maybe they’ll pull a Willow!” I suggested. But then their heterosexuality was spared when Lisa (also gay) came by, and we decided that because she had not had sex yet, she could be our individual of Gayness Yet To Be. And all this was triggered by the visitation, not of the ghost of Marley, but of the smoky presence of what X-Files fans know as Morleys: the Cigarette Smoking Man’s preferred brand.

And now that Ko and I have had our Final Exam Eve visitation of homosexuals, we’ll grab a Christmas goose (actually chicken flavored Ramen), plum pudding (actually Izzy & Zoe’s apple crumble), and a new crutch for Tiny Tim.

God Bless Us, Every One!

Two awesome new links today!

Pandora — heard about it on Air America Radio. It’s a free (and completely legal) music listening service. Write in a song or an artist you like, and based on the different musical qualities that exemplify that song/artist, it’ll generate an endless playlist (or “radio station”) of songs that it predicts you will like. I was in a Muse mood this evening, so that’s what I used for my input. Amusingly enough, the song it played to exemplify Muse was “Time Is Running Out,” the song I’m eventually vidding. Then the first song it recommended for me was by one of my sister’s favourite bands! I’m going to have to borrow some of her CDs over Christmas…

MyHeritage Face Recognition — submit a picture of yourself, and it’ll tell you what celebrities you resemble. Ganked from Kell!

Picture #1: (not smiling)
Grace Kelly 52% (dude!)
Katrina Kaif 50%
Aaliyah 49%

Picture #2: (smiling)
Anne Frank 67% (hurr?)
Lucille Ball 65%
Alyson Hannigan 60% (or not)

Picture #3: (a baby photo)
Pierce Brosnan 60% (ha!)
Gene Hackman 59%
Thierry Henry 58%

A chorus of “umm… no?” to the lot of them, but still fun!

Best. Headline. Ever.

Drunken Santas run riot in Auckland

A group of 40 people dressed in Santa Claus outfits, many of them drunk, went on a rampage through Auckland, New Zealand’s largest city, robbing stores, assaulting security guards and urinating from highway overpasses, police said Sunday…

Also, “Drunken Santa Riot” would be a great name for a rock band.

Serenity is released today! Buy it for all your friends, loved ones, random passersby, and even mortal enemies! Makes a great gift for Christmas, the War on Christmas, Hanukkah, Chanukkah, Kwanzaa, New Year’s Eve, New Year’s Day, Festivus, Winter Solstice, Atheist Kids Get Presents Day, generic Holiday Season, and any late December birthday and/or anniversary! Also the top selling DVD at Amazon. Fifty million Elvis fans can’t be wrong!

GO ME. Just got my Poli Sci final paper back, and if I hadn’t turned it in a day late, it would have been an A/A+! As is, I have a B/B+. *does a groovy dance*

To celebrate, here is a movie of a freakishly flexible woman doing a bendy gymnastics dance. I am so very afraid, yet I can’t look away…

I am cheered from my rage and disappointment by the fact that WE ARE #1, WE ARE #1 HEY! at Amazon, and it isn’t even released until tomorrow. Top Seller: Serenity! BOOYEAH. And the Firefly box set is #9. SO GOOD.

In the meantime, I have eaten all my leftovers, and I have nothing in the kitchen but oatmeal, granola, and Ramen. When I get back to school after the holiday break, I’m going to have a major grocery spree. My diet for the next three days: delivery from!

Oh wait, I lie! I still have a small container of wonton soup, and a few nibbles of Appley Ever After. That, oatmeal, granola, and Ramen. I win at the Frat boy gastronomic lifestyle. After the break, I’m whipping out my recipes and making some real food.

I SUCK I SUCK I SUCK. Just realized that I absentmindedly put my dorm for the shipping address on my Dad’s Christmas present a few days ago, and I doubt it will arrive before I leave. There’s the barest smidgen of a chance we’ll overlap, but I don’t think it’s likely. GRAAAGH.

Well, the Computer Science final went significantly better than I thought it would, but that’s what I thought about the midterm (Mrs. Krabappel: “At least it’s a high F!”). I guess it’ll just depend on how nice the graders feel like being and how the curve works out. *crosses fingers*

Four down, one to go! Physics on Wednesday. But now I relax!