A Comic Epic Poem in Prose

It's hard not to be in a good mood when you've just seen a picture of Billy Boyd in a kilt. It only gets better when you watch a video of him singing in a jazz concert. Could he be any cuter?

Had an eventful weekend by my standards: Went to a fencing tournament, visited Angela and played Dynasty Warriors, and watched a little of Samurai Deeper Kyo, Last Exile, and Witch Hunter Robin. I love the universe in Last Exile - what could be better than cannon-firing ships, men in capes and uniforms, discussions of chivalry, and blue musketeers dressed somewhat like the toy soldiers in the Nutcracker? Third disk of Witch Hunter Robin finally came out, and all I can say is *gasp!* The plot thickens! I want a power where I can set people on fire. Can you imagine the chaos?

Apparently, LOTR: ROTK had an eventful weekend too because it finally passed the 1 billion dollar mark! *cheers nerdily* I'm going to try to get Justin to watch it with me this weekend one more time. Who knows when I'll have another chance to see it on big screen? Peter Jackson said in an interview that the extended edition will be 50 minutes longer. I ABSOLUTELY cannot wait...

In the meantime, I shall go back to the presentation I'm supposed to make tomorrow on the difference between the book and the movie of The Haunting. The old movie because apparently, even Liam Neeson's adorably enticing Irish accent wasn't enough to save the new one as a good adaptation.

"Excuse me, do you have a minute for the ACLU?"
"Excuse me, do you have a minute for the ACLU?"
"Excuse me, do you have a minute for the ACLU?"

THE HELL I HAVE A SECOND FOR YOU MORONS! The damn ACLU least of all. Gah, trying to make your way past BruinWalk at noon is like trying to swim through a swamp full of leeches. They latch on no matter how skillfully you try to avoid them, then they're nearly impossible and very painful to pull off. Not to mention the usual cluster of protestors (why don't THEY pay the tomato pickers themselves?!), Bush-bashing posters (damn public universities and their "free speech" students), and frat boy fliers (is there a day where there *isn't* a party?).

I also had a dumb dream. I dreamt Angela and I were working backstage at a convention center, and Natalie Imbruglia was there as a guest (or to torture me, more likely). She came over and asked us if we had seen her bunny shirt. Yes, bunny shirt. As she described it, "It's a big shirt, with bunnies!" She proceeded to rub blandly in my face that "I wear it to bed. My boyfriend likes it!" Evil woman, trying to provoke me into violence! So I asked her sarcastically, "Lenny Kravitz?" and she answered all cheerily, "No, he's my ex!" at which Angela said to her, "You just don't get it, do you?" Then later in the dream, I learned that she and Daniel had decided to turn to ice dancing, and they both had these extravagantly hideous white costumes with large blue ruffles. Yes, Natalie Imbruglia has turned to ice dancing. Then my alarm woke me up, with a perfectly timed rendition of... guess what song? Yes, "Torn." From the beginning, neatly. I am beset by the ironies of my life.

In happier news, Greg finally taught me how to flick. It's weird using your sword like a whip instead, but I got tired of being the only one who couldn't flick (while being flicked by everyone else). Still, I've got a hard time imagining musketeers running around the streets of Paris using their rapiers as whips on each other.

*mental image*

Wow. Yeah.

Well, isn't my new icon absolutely delightfully...sick? Muahahaha...one of these days, I should really learn how to make real icons, with flashing words and what-not, since otherwise, with still pictures, I appear quite a novice in this LJ community. Oh wait, I am one. Haha. I also want to make music videos, because it looks like great fun.

Rained this morning. I have no umbrella, and absolutely no water-proof clothes. So today I arrive on campus, dripping, soaked, and blinded from the water on my glasses, and this dude stops me and asks me to pledge to the environment. What the hell? Does it bloody LOOK like I'm very pleased with the environment right now?! So I told him no thanks and escaped before my wrath could come to the fore. But no, apparently, the rain brings these people out in droves, like earthworms or something. I bumped into at least five more of these leeches during the day, and dodged several more by pretending I was utterly immersed in my Trigun manga (the only book I had onhand). I swear, if one more person had asked me to pledge to the environment, I would've shoved a big tree right up where the sun don't shine on them.

Ahem. That's my rant for the day. On a happier note, I downloaded a very cool Hellsing video to the music Pompeii which had more Anderson goodness than I've seen in previous Hellsing videos. Plus, it just looked cool overall. Then I d/led a couple not-as-good-but-ok ones, including a Cowboy Bebop one set to "Emotion Sickness"...the only video set to that song, I might add. It was an alright video...didn't really suit each other, the music and the anime. When I start making videos, I'm going to do that song...perhaps set it to X or Yami no Matsuei. That song is so gorgeous, I wish someone would do a gorgeous video for it (not me, I'm computer illiterate).

Matrix: Revolutions comes out this Wednesday. Despite being hampered by the stomach flu, Justin is bursting with excitement. I wonder if we'll end up at the Tuesday midnight showing. Quote heard yesterday on the way to the fencing tournament: "Hey, I want to watch that movie, you know, the one with the kung-fu and the green numbers?" Haha...Justin would probably kill me if I ever said that. I'm being forced to be a geek!

Speaking of geekiness, I rode in the official geek car yesterday on the way to the fencing tournament. It was great fun. We listened to anime music in the car, debated on whether it was more embarrassing to rent or buy hentai, and talked about manga and cosplay issues. Someone help me; I'm losing every ounce of coolness I ever had. Oh wait, I never had any. Ok, problem solved then.

As for the tournament...well, we got annihilated...but that wasn't too surprising I suppose considering it was Club vs. NCAA. I mean, those NCAA teams had spiffy uniforms with their names on the back, some sort of organized exercise routine, and basically fenced like the devil. We...well, let's just say that when Greg told us we should warm up too, everyone went outside and played frisbee. We're so ghetto. I love it.

And wow, that was a long entry. And none of it was particularly interesting! Oh well, that's to be expected from someone boring like me.