I would like to begin this entry by stating, clearly and unequivocably, that I detest Chekov. We went to The Seagull on Friday night, and it was the most depressing thing I have ever seen. It was well done, well acted, and, I think, could not have been a better performance. The depression was entirely Chekov's fault. It didn't help that part of ( Read more... )

Today, I was walking from finishing a good driving lesson to quickly grab some lunch before I had to meet with a class group. I had my iPod going, and it was playing "Your Song" as sung by Ewan MacGregor in Moulin Rouge. So, there was nifty swelling music in my ear, and even though it was raining, I was in a very good mood. Then a random young ( Read more... )