Huh. Rumor has it that Tim Burton’s next project will be a screen version of the musical Sweeney Todd, starring Johnny Depp. I’d love to see Sweeney in Burton’s hands, and I’m a great fan of Johnny Depp, but can Johnny Depp sing? And I mean really, really sing? Also, while they work well together, is anyone else getting a leetle bit tired of the increasingly incestuous Burton/Depp duo? This will be their sixth collaboration!
It sure would have been nice of my Crime Cinema professor to email us and tell us that he was in EUROPE and would not be holding class until after the 16th. And it sure would have been nice if the registrar hadn’t doublebooked our classroom with Elementary Italian. Just saying.
What’s up with all the sudden Discworld movie-age? First there’s talk of Hogfather, and now there’s news that Sam Raimi is making Wee Free Men after Spider-Man 3! The past few years have seen a dramatic increase in movies based on material with a preestablished fanbase. I’m betting that it’s what this decade will be known for.
Anyway, yayness for high-profile directors and Discworld movies! Though I’m holding off on the squee until someone announces plans for Guards! Guards!. :D
Woo! Sold two more books this morning! Am now $110.89 richer! Net profit from original purchase: $1.79 + vast quantities of knowledge – shipping.
Some humorous links to get the day started right!
Hogwarts Worst Case Scenario Handbook
A CG-rendering of Darth Vader and Jesus Christ racing each other on armadillos
Good Omens/Harry Potter/Bridget Jones Crossover, and Part 2 (TBC)
Sequel to Logan Echolls: A Biography in Screencaps, it’s Batshit!Duncan: A Psychoanalysis in Screencaps.
Old Lady Pwnz Mercedes Guy — whether it’s staged or not, it’s still hilarious
Goldfish Synchronized Swimming — magnets and iron feeding pellets, you think?
The times for Digital Figure Modeling got shifted around, and now I don’t start classes until noon. I would totally hate myself if I weren’t me. :D
Math 203: MWF 12-1, R 6:30-8:30 — Proving Things: Algebra
FNAR 236: M 6-9, F 4-7 — Digital Figure Modeling
CSE 320: TR 1:30-3 — Intro to Algorithms
FILM 345: TR 3-4:30, T 4:30-7 — Crime Cinema of France and Italy
Independent Study TBA
Good Omens fans should be pleased to observe that today’s Dictionary.com Word of the Day is “ineffable.”
Dude! I put last semester’s textbooks on Half.com less than an hour ago, and already I have a sale! This is definitely the way to fly.
The luggage delivery guy called around midnight, as I was getting ready to go to sleep. He said he’d be by in about two hours. I asked if he could just leave it with the front desk so I wouldn’t have to wake up. I then called the front desk, who told me it would be fine, but I’d have to pick up the bag before 8AM. Fine by me. I set my alarm for 7 and promptly fell unconscious.
I awoke at 4:30, probably due to jet lag weirdness. I headed downstairs in my socks and Anne Taintor pajamas, only to find it hadn’t been delivered yet. I called the bag guy, who told me he was a block away from my dorm. My timing rocks! I told him I’d meet him downstairs, and he said he’d call me if there were any problems. Instant dilemma. If I went downstairs, I’d miss the phone if he felt the need to call me, and it would wake up Ko. If I stayed upstairs, he might not be able to find me and call me anyway. I figured the best thing to do would be to meet him outside.
I blame jet lag for such a ridiculous decision. The temperatures were in the low 30s, and I was wearing light cotton pajamas. But Ko’s sleep was at stake, so I ventured out into the cold, only to see the bag guy taking my suitcase out of the van (about half a block away), a cellphone glued to his ear. I started jumping up and down and shouting “I’m right here! Don’t call me!” etc. Eventually he spotted me and we made the handoff.
The next morning, Ko told me that she didn’t remember the phone ringing, so he must have been calling someone else, or maybe Ko’s just a heavier sleeper than I give her credit for.
And now I have good bras and stripey socks and deoderant and all my favourite shirts and the various tchotchkes I picked up in Greece and the buttons for my purse and other assorted goodness! Hurrah!
Grr. Still no word on my bag. They said it would probably come to Philly on the equivalent flight today, but by those standards, it would have arrived hours ago. I called US Airways, which was no help.
Funny that I miss my bag more now, when I have plenty of clothes, than I did when I had nothing by the shirt on my back, the jeans on my tush, and a single sweater. I want my deoderant and multicolored socks!