Please vote in the RPG contest. I just put a lot of work and have lots some sleep over these polls.
As a final note, I would like to state that have gained a massive appreciation for Tufi, Schizo, and all who make polls for the BBC contests. Sorting forty-eight entries was tiring enough; I cringe to think of doing over two hundred!
Last night I got back from a Tartuffe rehearsal at about 9:15 PM. The door was unlocked, which is not how I had left it--just because there's a strict honor code at this colleges does not mean that everyone will abide by it, and I do not want to risk having my laptop, Wii, fridge, et cetera stolen. I did not fret however; I assumed my roommate had returned to the dorm and was inside. Indeed, when I opened the door, I saw that the lights were out and his bed was occupied, blankets fully drawn,
A friend of mine complained about my lack of new entries here, something of which I am entirely guilty, so I'll pull a Ross-MacKenzie-style fill (which is not to say I am a fan of his editorials, actually; I would much rather see a Kathleen Parker of Leonard Pitts piece any day).
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The play was absolutely phenomenal. All four nights were of highest quality, even when the audience was sub-par. The entire cast did a fantastic job and the crew was flawless. Even the program was awesome-
I am annoyed.
Yesterday I displayed something of four-fisted action, the strip that went there and did it, the most LAWsomest thing of all. I also decided to adopt its pinnacle as my avatar and even bought 20x20 more pixels--they only cost a nickel, just like a certain something else.
Almost immediately, a bunch of other losers pulled the same thing. The copied me. You folks know I am the original. I am not someone who wants to copy others--I know and am comfortable with who I am (wh
"A murd'rous guilt shows not itself more soon
Than love that would seem hid. Love's night is noon."
-Olivia, Twelfth Night, Act III, Scene i, Lines 138-9
This makes me laugh aloud. Robbox at least will understand why, hahah.
The city was submerged for the first time since the show's pilot! Then it got even better--they finally got the city to fly!
Holy unferth, it is difficult to restrain the geeky fanboy virus that is in my blood.
This season of Stargate: Atlantis had its ups and downs--in fact I'd describe recent episodes as "rocky." I have been a tad uncertain about the direction the show has been heading, especially with the recent death (or apparent death) of Dr. Beckett, which was the final kick of man
...And I just went through the Comedies forum with a flamethrower. Every single topic on the front page has been scoured. It felt good, hahah.
But seriously, hey there, brothers and sisters of BZPower! It's good to see you all again. How've you been?
The screen door slams. Mary's dress waves. Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays. Roy Orbison's singing for the lonely...hey, that's me, and I want you only. Don't turn me home again; I just can't face myself alone again. Don't run back inside, darling - you know just what I'm here for. So you're scared, and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore. Show a little faith, there's magic in the night! You ain't a beauty but hey, you're all right. Oh, and
Well, it is not "obligatory" per se, but I figured it would be excellent to drum up more activity.
So hey, all of you! There's an contest going on in that best of forums, RPG, right now. Go check it out; feel free to enter, review, vote, or all of the preceding!
I am writing a paper that I have entitled "The Great Oreo Cookies of Drama."
(I'm considering further specifying it by retitling it "The Great Oreo Cookies of Renaissance Drama," but what you will)
That is awesome.
Lo-Fi
Featuring Andrew (me) on lead vocals and ukulele, and Andrew (Black Six) on backing vocals
We recorded this in his apartment back in December with a silly cheap microphone. And we have a heck of a good time.
Click here to listen/download
"We've entered as strangers....soon we have friends. And they come over and they sit with us, and they drink with us, and they talk to us. And they tell about the big, terrible things they've done, and the big, wonderful things they'll do...their hopes and their regrets, their loves and their hates...all very large, because nobody ever brings anything small into a bar. And then...I introduce them to Harvey. And he's bigger and grander than anything they offer me. And when they leave...they lea
Yes, I spilled orange juice on my laptop last night. The keyboard stopped working until it dried out. The touchpad still isn't working, but I never use that.
Some of the keys are sticking horribly now, so I'm going to have to see if I can afford a replacement.
Hey, you.
Pop quiz: in ten months, your scooter's broken. What do you do?
Do you see this? It's our new Customer Protection Racket program. Thirty dollars insures your purchase. And believe me, you're going to need all the help you can get. I once knew a little boy who bought a bike from here, and when he took it home to ride, a spoke skewered his skull. And it can happen to anybody. I'd hate for something to to happen to your kid on this.
Is that a threat? Pay the thirty bucks
Despite tribulations involving illness and difficulty is locating a parking spot, I had the awe-filling sight of the Trans-Siberian Orchestra, with all their pyrotechnics, lasers and lights, glow-in-the-dark violins, and outrageously incredible music before me.
The show opened with a slightly curtailed presentation of their first album, Christmas Eve and Other Stories. Interposed between the narrator's crisp relating of the tale of a lone angel were such memorable TSO tunes as "A Mad Russian
"Defying Gravity" by Idina Menzel and Kristin Chenoweth
Composed by Stephen Schwartz
Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules of someone else's game
Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes and leap
It's time to try defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity
And you can't pull me down!
Can't I make you understand, you're having delusions of grandeur...?
"Heading for the Light" by the Traveling Wilburys
Composed by George Harrison
I've wandered around with nothing more than time on my hands
I was lost in the night with no sight of you
And at times it was so blue and lonely
Heading for the light
Been close to the edge, hanging by my fingernails
I've rolled and I've tumbled through the roses and the thorns
And I couldn't see the sign that warned me, I'm
Heading for the light
Ooh, I didn't see that big black cloud hanging over me
Well, I bit the bullet and purchased a new laptop (Toshiba Satellite; I got a rather excellent deal on it), since I have homework that necessitated it. My Tecra is still broken, and prospects are grim. I still have not gotten word as to whether or not it can be fixed. I am out a fair sum of cash--a full third of the money I possessed--but far less than I feared. There is still a chance I may be able to earn enough between now and a certain date in the future to afford conveyance to that cert
