Tell it to the Marines you son of a bitch it to the Marines

That's an actual song. I added the er, objectionable lyrics, to mock it mainly. Yes, the rents got this four disc set of "music from World War II" thing from that big store way out yonder (Costco). It's quite fun to listen to, if a bit sickening at points: "Don't refuse a soldier" *shudders*. But the instrumental stuff is good swingy-type period music, a bit of vibraphone, it seems to have been popular then, and even what sounded like the ancestor of electric guitar (I could be wrong however). There's even a track with Doris Day singing with Les Brown's orchestra, though it's not the best one on there.

Anyway, has anyone seen my poniard? I think I'm going to go rescue Charles I. I've decided I don't like those Puritans.

weeee.. I finally figured out the digital camera! This is my drumset... oh yeah 

George was justified.

He really was. There's something undeniably attractive about Indian culture: all that singing, and dancing, and the beautiful women! It all combines to create an absolutely sublime entertainment experience. Such is Bride and Prejudice. I've not seen much Bollywood as of yet, but so far I'm impressed. There's some bloody fabulous stuff they're churning out, though admittedly most of it's probably silly shite.
Anyway, I had to somehow get to the theatER didn't I? Well, contrary to my first choice of looking all spiffy and independant, and arriving at the designated hybrid cafe alone, good old dad decided he should drive me and that he should be benificent to all and let Brian drive. Oh yes... Let's learn how to PARK... and TURN AROUND... VEEERRRRY SLOOOOOWLY! So I ended up being twenty minutes late for poor Whitney who was sitting there all alone watching some weird old movie on the CBC. I felt bad, but then Meara got there and everything was happy:D
So while they watched the strange film, I sidled over to some bookshelves and debated whether to buy The Jungle Book or Ivanhoe. I got neither in the end.

But now it's Easter! yay! and I have to go to bed. bye.

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I can't believe I couldn't think of a better title, but come on; it ain't easy bein' brilliant ALL the time. I also can't belive how arrogant I'm sounding. Oh well.
Whitney babysat el niñito today, which was purdy cooel. Went over to the Lieutenent Governer's gardens with them and disrupted some already insane ducks with food. We also chased him around while he put Whitney through a careful vetting process, testing every one of her parameters. Then I took a test with lots of depressing passages in it, and we all saw Roderick do his Leprechaun show at the castle. 'Twasn't bad.
I'm watching the most hilarious French movie right now. It's called "Les Visiteurs." It's about this French count and his servant in around 1100 who get transported to the present day. Jean Reno is the count, Godefroy de Papincourt, Comte de Montmirail. It does a really good job in preserving Medieval silliness. It reminds me a lot of Don Quixote.

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight

schweeeeet. images... I love this painting sooo much

Sonnet #1

Their policy is to maintain a hold
On ancient values in Old Testaments.
And to export these crusty rules of old,
To all our inner city apartments.
They plan to send abroad things stranger still.
Whose definitions are so very vague.
Democracy, liberty, and free will
Will be abused to wage wars and to plague
The Arabs: Sunnis, Shiites, all alike.
Who will, in turn, rise up to pilot planes
Of death. Straight through the brother metal spikes
They’ll crash, and plunge the island into flames.
And all the while the leader sits and stares.
Not knowing how to quench the mortal flares.

What a dreary world it is for some.

Especially in Victorian times. I mean, that's what's scared me away from such period authors as Dickens for so long: too depressing. But I just started Jane Eyre, and though it is rather glum to begin with, I'm quite enjoying it. I asked mum what she thought of it and she said: "Oh, it's excellent. I love the Bronties." Seriously, that's how she pronounced it. Said I: "I suppose you should take up saying the "R" in "foyer" now, shouldn't you?" and she just gave me a sort of dryly amused look.
Personally, I quite like to pronounce the "r" in "foyer," it makes me feel American. I wonder if that's a good thing...

In other theaters of war, the play's going pretty well, I wrote a rather lengthy introductory scene at Lara's behest, in which most of the main characters walk back to Camelot after what was unknowingly the last tournament with the entire Round Table present. It's ok I suppose. I had to make Launcelot into a bit of a jerk, but that adds more depth to him, so I'm not complaining.

Oh my Gaursh! I'm white!

Isn't that weird? well, I've thought for ever so long that I was 1/64 Native American, because my great aunts (whom I never knew) used to say that their grandmother or whatever was Cherokee. Not so, it would seem. My malcontent grandma just HAD to spoil cherished family myths, and find out that it was all a MISCONCEPTION! Dammit! Do you know what this means? Now, when I vote in U. S. elections and they ask for race, I'll have to put "Caucasian". grrrrrr... I wanted to be aloof from all that and simply say: "mixed"!

On a completely different note, drama was soooo good. I got to give Whitney a heroic kiss! We were doing a scene from one of the winning YPF plays. It was quite silly and arbitrary. I don't really resent the fact that my play didn't get chosen, the satire was a tad too true, but I WISH Brian's play had been picked. It's soooo hilarious! and I wanted to be Pizza Phil :'(

Oh well.

*Sinatra's voice* (8) It's that wonderful time of the year... when you open your glass doors and hear... all the birds singing(8)

That's not actually a song of his. Completely made up. I'd give Rogers and Hammerstein a run for their money I bet. Anyway, the silly lyrics were inspired mostly by my state of mind, and that's really what I just did: opened the glass doors and replaced them with screens for the first time this year. Oh so brilliant. I wish I could think of something to say that would have some substance... Oh yeah, operation Grease was a complete success! (except for my poor bro's expectations :(... oh well). So we went to Grease which I enjoyed far more than I expected I would. Two of the singers were especially amazing, but they each only got one song :@. Then we adjourned to dear wifey's house for some "Call the poliiiiice" and "Can we have your liver then?" 'Twas a bit annoying that señor papa had to show up so early...

Woot. Mumsie's back.

While that may sound a little sarcastic, it's quite true. She's been in San Francisco the whole weekend, and having one less person to take care of mayhem boy is a tough gig. Especially when the other one's not much better!
Anyway, it's all been pretty mellow lately. Sometimes it isn't, but I almost always am. Going to finish Le Morte d'Arthur soon. Interesting book. I'm on the "Tale of the Sangreal" right now, or, as is more frequently expressed, the Quest for the Holy Grail. Sooooo much symbolism. Bountiful Biblical allusions as well. One example is when Sir Percivale (supposedly a lifelong virgin) sleeps next to a lion. "The lion shall lie down with the lamb," anyone? It's also a bit striking that the Grail has origins so much older than the British conversion to Christianity. I mean, it'd be hard not to see that there's some Celtic magic hidden away in that little cup.

Of ELO, the "Scottish Play," Gioacchino Rossini, picaresque novels, and extremely good company.

Yes, it was a satisfying day. As I pulled my head out of the soft embrace of my pillow to acknowledge my dad's presence, he congratulated me on the soundness of my biology essay. Not a bad thing to wake up to. After dragging myself off my loft bed in the twilight hours of 8:45, I departed for Orchestra. Phil actually brought the parts this time (still not all of them though). My playing was oh, so beautiful. Beyond compare I say. Whether that is because it was exellent or odious I do not know.
We finished early, of course, so I slowly made my way downtown to meet a few social associates of mine. That was good. And now I am back here, reading Macbeth (oops), and doing all sorts of other brilliant things