Home again, home again (finally), and here're the cross-country tallies ( Read more... )

Dear Gilbert ( Read more... )

Swiped from Sophie, 'cause my head hurts from banging it against the exam questions ( Read more... )

Sergei's definition of a sonnet: "A medieval torture box in which to cram one's imagination. Currently an arbitrary form with which to torment students."

This during the same conversation that involved Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and Prince Harry as a Phantom nerd.

So far, this class rocks.

So, it occurred to me halfway through seeing Phantom for the tenth time-this show has a supremely bizarre premise. That didn't take fourteen years or anything ( Read more... )

Me: Hey, Ellen, Ellen, guess what we're doing on Sunday ( Read more... )

By Ellen ( Read more... )

After spending several hours in the library researching for the Hollywood Heroines online exhibition and Satire essay, part of which involved getting slightly lost in the underground bit of the old library where they've relegated the books on American music, I discovered something that validated the entirety of the University library's deficiencies ( Read more... )

But happy birthday Becca! It's technically tomorrow, so since I'm up on various party machinations/booking buzz/Smash Brothers whirligig I figured I'd throw it out. 21! Muahaha. And now off to plot some more...maybe have a chat with the weather and see if it'll hold off on precipitation for a day so we can go bother Dawlish...

All right, who ordered the snow? Fess up, now, someone must've been missing certain colder countries. The Lafrowda quad now has a nice frosting, and the birds are thoroughly confused. Heck, I'm thoroughly confused. This is Southern England, not Ohio! Ah, well, I had rather missed snowfall this year. Besides, taking pictures out my window is ( Read more... )