Oh, Saturday

Am listening to Norwegian death metal on the BBC. Most enjoyable! It seems to be some people called Cadaver singing (barking) something called Petrifyed Faces. I am also working on my public affairs paper. My thesis for this particular paper is this: I hate you, Leo Panitch. As I was saying earlier to Emily, even I don't like this article and I want to like Marxist methods of analysis! Feh. It is all full of academic hairsplitting; there seems to be a lot more of that in our readings this year. It was very disconcerting at first but I seem to be getting used to it. Anyway, this article is busily telling me things I already know but putting them in devilishly convoluted terms and making pointless distinctions between virtually identical concepts.

Last night I went out with my friend Steph and various people she knows from choir and other things. We participated in a singalong Sound of Music show, bringing my tally of singalong movie showings to two for this year. V. good. We had great fun hissing at the Baroness, booing the Nazis, and interjecting our own commentary (e.g.: Captain von Trapp: "You aren't going to have another governess, you're going to have a mother." Audience member: [blood-curdling scream]). There were some very adorable kids there, dressed up as girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, drops of golden sun, and von Trapp children.

I am all on my onesie at the moment; Katherine has gone back to the T-dot for the weekend to participate in Olde Familie Traditions, i.e. the Royal Winter's Fair. She tells me that her brother's girlfriend has had him get a very emo kind of haircut. This is humourous on so many levels.

Back to Dr. Panitch. Fist-shaky!