Send In The Klutz

Most of today was good: I slept in far later than I'd intended, after nine delicious hours of sleep, but still made it to choir more or less on time. In law, I got to watch everyone writing scathing evaluations of Professor-Wan (and wrote one myself, a great joy). We got our law assignments back. I did exactly as well as I had done on the previous one. Hmm. Then it was home and grocery shopping, because of the Food-Condiment Horizon. Katherine suggested that we play a game at the mall: each find one thing that made us happy and buy it, or, if it was too expensive, look at it and have fond memories and maybe come back to visit it. I resisted the temptation to buy shoes, but did succumb to some raspberry sherbert as my Happy Thing. I think it was a good choice.

However, once we'd gotten back to my place, things started going downhill. It was a slapstick comedy of errors, actually. There was dinner being cooked and there were groceries being put away when I decided to tip over a beer bottle that was on the floor, en route from the cabinet to the fridge. The bottle exploded all over everything (not helpful). As I was taking out the cleanup detritus from the beer bottle, the metal garbage chute hatch slammed shut on my fingernail. I came back to the smell of a burning pot because the green beans had gone dry, iced my finger, had dinner, then dumped canned peaches on the living room carpet. Like you do. This is what happens when I get a full night's sleep. Yesterday I felt fine, I finished my essay and was productive, and saw a fantastic movie, all on about five and a half hours' sleep. Really, I felt powerful and bionic. It was awesome. Today, because of sleep, I have descended once more to the plane of the mortals. It kind of sucks.

V for Vendetta is pretty cool. It is satisfyingly like watching a good comic book: there were a few moments where I could nearly see the speech bubbles and what a panel would look like. The sensibility of it was not just good-versus-evil, though: the side we're supposed to sympathize with is out to kill people, and doesn't mind killing civilians in the name of freedom. But they are clearly the good guys. A certain amount of violence, it seems, is sometimes the answer, when it is used to combat a greater evil. And hey, there were gouts of blood, too. You know I'm all about the gouts of blood. Also, Hugo Weaving can do no wrong. He's pretty much a minor deity to all nerds at this point: the man is Agent Smith, Elrond, and Tick in Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. Indeed, the audience at the film was like the honour roll of Geek School. It was most excellent. I was very happy to have gone. As Katherine said afterward, "V is for Awesome!" I leave you with this quote: A revolution without dancing's not worth having.