Why isn't it tomorrow already?

[mayhap]

Prof. Bartlett loved my essay comparing The Name of the Rose and Monty Python and the Holy grail. I loved that essay, too. And I love Prof. Bartlett, who's terribly funny and insightful and wears sandals in October. So we're all happy.

The British edition of Becket in French that I found at the library has stage pictures, although it doesn't say what production they're from. I must find somewhere to scan them. The guy playing Becket is dead sexy and looks rather like my mental Lord Peter Wimsey and Sherlock Holmes. *purrs*

I just hit "Submit" on my yuletide entry. I am madly excited at the prospect of the things that I requested, and also excited (but veryveryanxious) about all the stuff that I volunteered to write. I'd say more, but this is all hush-hush. ;)

The Onion AV Club has a cool interview with Shane Carruth, the writer, producer, director, star, composer, editor, and co-cinematographer of that movie I really want to see. That and the One Ring Zero concert on Wednesday almost make me wish I was in New York right now. Almost.

My final wisdom tooth on the lower right is coming in. I'm rather fond of the other three, but this one is driving me crazy. It's coming in really slowly, like the other lower one, but it hurts, which none of the other ones really did. The upper right one just sort of appeared a couple of weeks ago, like Athena from the head of Zeus. If this is going on for the fifth straight day tomorrow, I'm giving up and buying some of that smear-it-in-your-mouth-to-make-the-pain-go-away stuff.

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[mayhap]

Hey, this is English. We can end sentences with prepositions all day long if we want to. Well, except that all those sentences ending in prepositions might get kind of awkward to come up with. ;)

Dionysus was the one who came from Zeus's thigh. He seems to have just popped out right behind his kneecap. Ow. That looks like it would hurt.

[lethie.livejournal.com]

Ah yes, Dionysus. I think my word for the day will be "thigh-womb".