Movie reviews, random thoughts, and pie.
I just injured the roof of my mouth enough to be tasting copper and salt. I wouldn’t bother posting this to the internet, save for the fact I managed to do this with an exceptionally pointy Triscuit.
I think it’s clear I represent the next phase in human evolution.
Earlier, I fixed myself a hot dog for late lunch. Decided I wanted cheese. Decided the quickest way to attain cheesedog-ness would be to put cheese in with the hot dog when I wrapped it in paper towel and microwaved it. Especially given that I’m using grated cheese, this is ideal, as it easily allows for coating on all sides.
Unforseen problem: Cheese melted, but stuck to paper. Most of the cheese came off with the paper. Some of the cheese stayed on, with the paper.
Solution: name new dish cheese-paper dog. Declare it quite good.
Just kidding, of course. All the paper came off and the hotdog was quite good, though not as cheesy as I might have wanted. Though it just occurs to me as I type this that they do make edible paper. Hmm. Possibilities.
Aging like a fine cheese…
I’m twenty-three today. Woot, indeed. I brought cake to my back to back CS classes (two and a half hours of upper level Computer Science fun) and saw to it everyone was properly sugared up. They seemed to enjoy it. By earning their loyalty now I will be able to use them to great effectiveness when I launch my bid for world domination. Between them and the flying cybernetic attack squid, nothing shall stand in my way. Except maybe a really large deep fryer.
Family members called to wish me well too. 
Is it strange I was excited about being twenty-three because that’s Michael Jordan’s number?
Musketeer? Musketeers? Would you like a side of cleavage daggers with that?
A couple weeks ago, I mentioned the seven dollar DVD sale at Buy.com. When I found it, I immediately plucked up the Disney version of The Three Musketeers, which I thought was a great movie when I saw it last. The catch? I get it and decide to watch it last Friday and it turns out I have never seen this movie before. Ever. Turns out I was looking for the very different The Musketeer, a very different movie that a lot of people pan, but I just happen to love. At any rate, the Disney version was a thoroughly enjoyable experience. I was surprised at just how violent the movie was, for a Disney flick. There were stabbings and blood and people died.
And may I say, thank heavens. In a movie about the best of the best a detachment of infantry soldiers, there should be some serious violence. This is implied by the fact you have a few hundred people cavorting around with swords and guns and daggers that pop out of their cleavage–which is incredibly frightening to me because those daggers are sharp and no one seems to look at what they’re doing when they put them away. Since a lack of realistic violence usually ruins PG/PG-13 action flicks for me, I was very impressed.
Needless to say, I now have The Musketeer on order. I need to also get The Man in the Iron Mask to complete my musketeer experience. And also because it’s proof that Leonardo DiCaprio is capable of acting soullessly evil, and acting it well.
In terms of fictional swordsmen, though, as cool as the Musketeers were (they were officially disbanded in the 19th century), the Jedi still reign supreme, though Nick Parker runs a close second.
Wow. That whole ramble went on a while, didn’t it?
School Daze
Still incredibly busy. This week I turned in a book review of Che Guevara’s Bolivian Diary and two research paper proposals. One of which involved doing actual research now, as it required a prospective bibliography.
Reading the diary the man wrote during the war that culminated in his capture and death is not only eerie, but somewhat depressing.
For my Guerilla Movements class, I’m doing a paper on Cuba as a positive humanitarian force in the world following Castro’s revolution. In Communication and Memory, I’ll be looking at two movie portrayals of the Charge of the Light Brigade as examples of how a someone presenting a historical memory (e.g.: the Charge) finesses that memory to suit their particular purposes. We’ll see how this goes. I know I’ll get them both done. With any luck, I’ll be relatively sane by the end. Not that anyone would probably notice if I got a little crazier.
Administrivia
Some of you may have noticed that unmoderated comment posting (that is, the ability to post a comment without my having to explicitly approve it before it appears) is disabled for those who aren’t registered. I’ve done this to keep a lid on spam. I’m also employing an anti-spam plugin. It’s already blocked a number of spammy comments, which really suprises me, as this blog is not to my knowledge visisble from Google, and I’m not really sure how it’s being found. At any rate, since I’m pretty sure I don’t want my personal blog flooded with Viagra adds, I’m going to have to leave things set somewhat restrictively. Sorry for the inconvience. Please don’t let it dissaude you from registering and commenting.
You may have also noticed I’ve changed layouts. I’m much happier with this than I was with the green thing I had before. It didn’t really use screen space that efficiently. All that I really still want to do is get a better avatar system in place. I’d like to be able to switch between them based on my mood. There’s got to be an easy way to do this that I just haven’t found yet.
That’s really all I’ve got for substantive news today. I’m sure I’m leaving out something important, but I have become sleepy and forgetful.
Roll out.
So, I met with the Teach for America representative today. More on this later. After our meeting, as I was leaving, he asked me where the campus post office was. No problem. I tell him it’s in the Campus Center, 3rd floor. I describe the building. Can’t miss it. What I don’t manage to convey, because it somehow slipped my mind, is that the Student Union, where we are sitting as I sip my tea and converse with him, is in the Campus Center, and all I had to tell him was to get on the elevator and go up two floors. I think I managed to convince him he needed to go to the administration building. Wow.
It’s times like this I wonder how I got into Mensa.