delga | { the trouble you'll get into. }

So my housemates did something annoying today but it's not enough to bitch about. That said, I think I need to try and go to someone's house this weekend. I'd go to London but my aunt is ill, and The Rents might complain (monies, only one week before I go home for Easter &c. &c.) But seriously. I don't want to be in the house this weekend.

I'm at the library because I'm having connectivity issues at the house, and because I'm about to go to the Union cineplex with T. No sense in going home from class just to come straight out again. Anyway, the seminar on Pnin was empty for no discernible reason. The tutor is very... forceful. You know how there's no such thing as a wrong answer? Well. That's a wrong answer in and of itself. By which I mean, seminars are supposed to have an inherent flexibility towards suggestions without impingement from an authority source (so that students aren't just reproducing the tutor's thoughts) but we don't have an impartial tutor, which is somewhat frustrating.

My waking dream featured Butch Ada from Saving Grace. \o/ (For those of you who didn't watch Saving Grace, you'll know him as the guy who shot Penelope Garcia. Which. No, thanks.)

But, yes, this morning I sat down to read the sonnets I have to read for Traditions in Poetry and then I watched My Blueberry Nights which is a beautiful film featuring some stellar performances. Both Rachel Weisz and Natalie Portman - the latter especially - were transformed. I loved it, but possibly this shows an attachment to Wong Kar-Wai rather than the plot? I don't know. I didn't anticipate a tight story, and what we got was probably ten times more straightforward than 2047. There's a lot of looking through doors and windows; the viewer is a voyeur a lot of the time. I really enjoyed it.

Hopefully Sarah Connor Chronicles will be waiting for me when I get back from the Union. SO! EXCITED! powerof3, I saw your non-spoilery post and am now aflail with anticipation. I'll poke you once I've seen it *g*

DEAR BRITISH FLISTERS,

Tonight BBC2 is going to start airing Mad Men, a drama about the men who worked advertising on Madison Avenue in the 1960s. People. PEOPLE. This show is FANTASTIC and I heartily encourage you to (a) watch it and (b) stick with it past the first episode. Not because the first episode is bad, but because the series improves with each episode. The costumery is amazing, but the characters - oh boy. I fucking love this show, and you should definitely parttake of squee with me.

With love, M.

(No, really, Rosemarie DeWitt's character DELIGHTS me. I know she's sort of peripheral, especially as the plot continues, but SERIOUSLY. Everyone else is a MARVEL, too.)

As an addendum: wow, Mike Frank's face is really orange in this icon. That doesn't happen on my monitor.