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Feb. 6th, 2004 03:09 pmwow... I just typed an update and then the crap computer I'm using (school machine, with a mouse that has a range of motion limited to a vertical line in the centre of the monitor) decided that Page Down meant restart Windows.
Summary:
Patrick O'Brian writes funny books, I'm reading number four.
I can read ship-talk and I know what a jib (among other things) is.
The doctor is funny. He's a secret agent-surgeon-scientist who keeps ending up overboard because he's incapable of climbing up the side of a ship. Ha ha.
Josh *is* coming to the Midnight Movie Marathon. Screw dinner-and-a-movie, we're doing dinner and FIVE movies in a row. I asked about eight (Josh, Amanda, Reed, Meg, Kathleen, Grant, Teresa, and whoever else I saw in the past few weeks or who read my dj pleas) and it looks like Josh - who is coming down from freaking Midland (note for D'Arcy: a couple hours due north of Toronto, where winter actually gets wintery) - is the only persondoodle coming. He's a sweetie. :) Teresa will join us at the theatre and hopefully we'll be able to get in. They're only allowing the first thousand people in, and they've been advertising it muchly much.
Last night Grant showed me a Coheed and Cambria video and golly gee wiz that lead singer is adorable. A giant Mexican dude named Claudio, with a mane of wild curly hair... he looks like a teddy bear singer guy. It makes the CD a lot more entertaining to know what the people behind the music are actually like.
So now all I have to decide is whether or not I'm going to the Andrew W.K. show at the Opera House. It's on the 18th... Grant wouldn't even entertain the idea of going (poohead), Meg is jobless and coinless, ditto Reed so that leaves, um... *sigh* No one wanted to go see The Darkness, either. Entertainment, people, entertainment! Dancing weirdos on stage singing fun catchy things are *totally* cooler than, like, stuff with a message. (...joke) I haven't been to a show since Big Sugar and that was the middle of December.
If I keep typing I'll never stop, so I'm done now.
Summary:
Patrick O'Brian writes funny books, I'm reading number four.
I can read ship-talk and I know what a jib (among other things) is.
The doctor is funny. He's a secret agent-surgeon-scientist who keeps ending up overboard because he's incapable of climbing up the side of a ship. Ha ha.
Josh *is* coming to the Midnight Movie Marathon. Screw dinner-and-a-movie, we're doing dinner and FIVE movies in a row. I asked about eight (Josh, Amanda, Reed, Meg, Kathleen, Grant, Teresa, and whoever else I saw in the past few weeks or who read my dj pleas) and it looks like Josh - who is coming down from freaking Midland (note for D'Arcy: a couple hours due north of Toronto, where winter actually gets wintery) - is the only persondoodle coming. He's a sweetie. :) Teresa will join us at the theatre and hopefully we'll be able to get in. They're only allowing the first thousand people in, and they've been advertising it muchly much.
Last night Grant showed me a Coheed and Cambria video and golly gee wiz that lead singer is adorable. A giant Mexican dude named Claudio, with a mane of wild curly hair... he looks like a teddy bear singer guy. It makes the CD a lot more entertaining to know what the people behind the music are actually like.
So now all I have to decide is whether or not I'm going to the Andrew W.K. show at the Opera House. It's on the 18th... Grant wouldn't even entertain the idea of going (poohead), Meg is jobless and coinless, ditto Reed so that leaves, um... *sigh* No one wanted to go see The Darkness, either. Entertainment, people, entertainment! Dancing weirdos on stage singing fun catchy things are *totally* cooler than, like, stuff with a message. (...joke) I haven't been to a show since Big Sugar and that was the middle of December.
If I keep typing I'll never stop, so I'm done now.
