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theladyroseJust saw the rest of the Alias season premiere, and needless to say, it was kind of unexpected and rather easy to predict in certain parts. I'm still intrigued about the rest of the season. The fight sequences are getting a bit dull, though, and they're starting to reuse a lot of spy/adventure show standbys in terms of the missions and whatnot. Then again, I've probably seen more spy shows than the average teen viewer, so I guess for a lot of people it might not be so predictable. But seriously, Emma Peel will probably always be the spy girl for me. Sydney is starting to act more like a teen girl with her attitude; it's actually rather funny to watch. Freud would have such fun psychoanalyzing the Bristow family, needless to say. Pity there was no Sark, though.
Bell choir was tremendously fun today. Since we don't have any new stuff to play, we ended up going onto iTunes and looking at Z's shared music library. The guy must've uploaded his entire CD collection; there's literally 12.7 days of music stored on there! We ended up laughing at lots of Weird Al, and everything was very froody. Philosophical cheese-tasting was also rather nice today, too; I hope I can publish a film score review in the upcoming pamphlets. I figure that's obscure enough, right? The trip to the transplanted land of Thomas Kinkaid paintings sounds awesome.
Tangent (as if anything I'm writing at the moment is actually in some sort of logical progressive manner): Right know I really want to be unapologetically bizarre. I have absolutely no idea why, but I'm starting to get tired of always feeling like I have to explain myself to the outside world. I keep forgetting that I have a right not to give explanations (thanks to the assertiveness training article at the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy online), and I would like to take advantage of that right. So if next time I remind my fellow campanologists to show up to our Electric Penguin Anarchist Bell Choir meetings, I won't bother to explain the name anymore. It means what it is, you know? I am making no sense at all. I just feel that a true eccentric ought to indulge in absurd behavior without having to give a logical, comprehendable background all the time. People ought to figure things out for themselves more often.
And Sterling, if you get our carpool sick, we will all be very annoyed with you :P
Bell choir was tremendously fun today. Since we don't have any new stuff to play, we ended up going onto iTunes and looking at Z's shared music library. The guy must've uploaded his entire CD collection; there's literally 12.7 days of music stored on there! We ended up laughing at lots of Weird Al, and everything was very froody. Philosophical cheese-tasting was also rather nice today, too; I hope I can publish a film score review in the upcoming pamphlets. I figure that's obscure enough, right? The trip to the transplanted land of Thomas Kinkaid paintings sounds awesome.
Tangent (as if anything I'm writing at the moment is actually in some sort of logical progressive manner): Right know I really want to be unapologetically bizarre. I have absolutely no idea why, but I'm starting to get tired of always feeling like I have to explain myself to the outside world. I keep forgetting that I have a right not to give explanations (thanks to the assertiveness training article at the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy online), and I would like to take advantage of that right. So if next time I remind my fellow campanologists to show up to our Electric Penguin Anarchist Bell Choir meetings, I won't bother to explain the name anymore. It means what it is, you know? I am making no sense at all. I just feel that a true eccentric ought to indulge in absurd behavior without having to give a logical, comprehendable background all the time. People ought to figure things out for themselves more often.
And Sterling, if you get our carpool sick, we will all be very annoyed with you :P
