At the library, I had a fit of nostalgia - or possibly massochism - and picked up a copy of Knife of Dreams, the eleventh book in the Wheel of Time series. Wish me luck! I also borrowed a BSG book (I am sometimes that kind of fan) and, after accidentally stumbling into the drama section, grabbed another four books there. One about contemporary ( Read more... )

A disgustingly long time ago, my brother and I sat down to watch the Met's 2007 production of Eugene Onegin. It's an opera written by the ever well-known Tchaikovsky in 1879 and tells the story of an ultimately doomed love affair between the title character and Tatiana. For the most part, the story moved along at a reasonable place (okay, so it did ( Read more... )

I'm so close to the end of this essay... and all I can think is that I really, really want to re-write it. Oh well! It'll be done tommorow by five and that's that. Because OMG ENOUGH ALREADY. I have so much else to do. I used some of the tips you guys provided, so what I hand in should be about six and a half to seven pages, which was the absolute ( Read more... )

Koi-san. That was one of the best rehearsals in history ever. We should do it again sometime. (Oh wait ( Read more... )

As I've already asked a few of you; next time I feel really ill because of the fibromyalgia, please tell me to take a hike. Or go swimming. Or do some martial arts. I swam for about fifteen minutes yesterday in the midst of one of the worst days I've had all month (and you know, that's really saying something) and it was like flipping a switch. ( Read more... )

So don't get me wrong - The Traumatized Generation would be a fantastic story to tell at Fridge Festival (should it be accepted - because a zombie story such as this would go over FANTASTICALLY) - but wouldn't it be awesome to tell one of my own stories? The only one up to scratch is probably Escape. I need to get a copy of that to a more impartial ( Read more... )

That was a silly opera. It was a lot of fun, but what a silly story. I'm sure it was written to be serious hundreds of years ago and it probably didn't help that on one side, I had jaefru giggling about all the silly and to the other, a dear family friend, a woman in her sixties if not seventies, giggling about how nice the dancers looked in their tights ( Read more... )

Yesterday was frickin awesome. More to tell on that tale when I get back from Kung Fu. It was such a good day ( Read more... )