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Cliquez-ici! My unbelievably belated collab with Glockgal! Man, as soon as I finish the several dozen things screaming at me from my to do list, I want to collab with her again. Now that I know she knows I exist and all that. :D

Mmm, fandom. It’s like one big mutual admiration society.

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Dude. The stupid, evil math class I was scowling about yesterday? I just completely ownzed the recitation today. I was Hermione in potions class, but without the buck teeth. After answering out the first two problems, I started holding back and waiting for a minute before putting my hand up, in order to let others answer.

Life is so good!

Also, I switched out the textbook I had been mistakenly sent, I got a new bookbag (as I don’t want to use the satchel I usually use for carrying my laptop, and my bag from last year broke), and I got the other notebooks and such necessary for the semester, and all is good! Currently trying to decide what to paint on the back of the bag, as it has a big, lovely blank space itching to be filled by something fannish.

And best of all? It’s the weekend! Woo!

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Ko and I need a button that says “Gravy boat veterans for truth.” Also, the best hypothetical political debate ever would be Ashcroft vs. Flan. The dessert, I mean.

In the meantime, I have two books for my Film History class. One is a hulking 824 pages and weighs about the same as a small dog. The other is a dinky 189 pages and could be eaten by the other for breakfast. They cost nearly the same price. The little one cost 10% more. I don’t pretend to understand this, but I am soothed by its cover, which has hobbits on it. Weathertop. With Billeh in the front. Mmm, hobbits. Out of curiosity, I looked up Lord of the Rings in the index, and found that it was only mentioned once, and in passing reference of no consequence in the introduction. I don’t pretend to understand that, either.

I also don’t pretend to understand evil, procrastinating Math teachers who change the textbook THE DAY BEFORE CLASS STARTS. And then try to be all cute and ask the class if they’ve had a chance to go to the store yet, and everyone says yes, and he holds up the book, and everyone is like “wha?,” then he acts all surprised that his students might actually show initiative and buy their textbooks more than 24 hours before classes begin. AAARG. I hope I still have my receipt.

Not that I have any latent aggravation pent up, that may or may not have anything to do with things I would have rather forgotten three years ago suddenly coming back to haunt me, or anything. Wow, when did this entry get to bitter? I’m actually in a pretty good mood. Ko is the best roommate ever, and I think I burned off at least half of my dinner through laughing. So life is fabulous and good and I’m going to do my computer science homework now, hurrah!

Edit: Okay, apparently somehow I got really confused and projected my confusion onto the rest of the class. It turns out the bookstore sent me the wrong book when I ordered my textbooks online. No idea why I distinctly remember him talking about changing textbooks the day before, yet Ari does not. Weird.

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Der. Most auditons are in three days. Now would be a good time for me to start thinking about which song(s) to polish. :D

Hmm, Penn Singers is doing “The Mystery of Edwin Drood” and Penn Players is doing “Annie Get Your Gun.” Tossup.

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Terry Pratchett. EEEEEEEEEEE. I got my hardback MAA signed (the one with scary Angua cleavage and a stubbly Carrot that looks slightly like Adam Pascal) and my Good Omens doublesigned. And he gave me a special message for Rebecca in my Book:

I love how Renata and I have used that EXACT PHRASE countless times in our promotion of our favourite emancipator proclamator, Abey Baby. You’re slipping behind, Grabman. :D

I think the high point of the evening was him doing his impression of “little goth girl” GNeil fangirls. “What was it like to write a book with — EEEEEEEEEEE — Neil Gaiman?” Hahaha, hearing that man squee is something I hope to never forget in all my days.

I wanted to record the talk, but apparently the batteries died, and I wanted to make a phone post, but LJ confuses me with its skankyness. Alas. I did get to talk to him about MAA: the Musical, and he filled me in on some of the basic procedure, then gave me his email address. I also asked him if we would see any more of the Carrot and Angua dynamic (as my friends and I are quite cross at the lack of recent shippage–they’ve only been in one scene together since T5E, and otherwise haven’t even been mentioned in the same books), as he said the next non-kids book after Going Postal would be a Watch book, called Thud!, with lots of Vimes and miniSam merriment (the kids book between Going Postal and Thud! being another Tiffany Aching story called Wintersmith). Man, that was a convoluted sentence. Anyway, he said (rather gravely) “Yes, but not necessarily in the best of circumstances.” Make of that what you will, especially seeing as he had said Thud! will be a murder mystery about a political assassination. The first line is something along the lines of “Thud was the sound his body made as he hit the floor.” Bwaha, spoilers are so much fun. Another line from the book: (Vimes’ moment of epiphany) “That is not my cow!”

I love how I’m planning fanart for a book that won’t come out for another year. I am a deeply sad and pathetic individual, and I love every second of it. :D

Oh, and he pronounced Crowley like “CROW (the bird)-lee” and Aziraphale like “Ah-ZUR-ah-fell” (he actually had difficulty getting this name out, kind of like Bush trying to pronounce “Abu Ghraib” in the State of the Union), which is tragic, as I’ve grown so fond of pronouncing it “Ah-zee-RAH-fay-el,” as Neil said it should be pronounced. Oh well.

So YAY, Pterry is awesome and the funniest public speaker in the world, with the kind of voice that would be perfectly situated for reading children’s books.

OT5! L to R: Dee, Ko (mah roomie), Pterry, moi, and M.

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Whee! Just when I was thinking I had nothing artsy worth giving to Pterry, I remembered that not all my Discworld art is old and lame or inside-jokey! Young Vetinari! Score! Oooh, I hope I can use one of the keen printers tomorrow before I meet him. I’d be a lot happier being able to give him a quality print, rather than something off my dinky-in-comparison printer. I hope there’s not a wait to reinstate my printing priviledges… thankfully, I’ll be able to ask first period in my 3D Modeling and Animation course. Whoo! And it’ll be nice to be able to print some of my Sandman images to put in the common room… and I’ll be able to finally print a copy of “Dream” for Linda, the woman from my Santa Fe workshop who bought a print.

Edit: I tried a test print here, and it’s not that bad. Still, the color is a bit dingy, and it would be nice to have a better quality paper. Eee, I hope he likes it and is not horrified and confused by my senseless abuse of canon! :D