Off in Twenty
Meanwhile, just enough time to start a list I should have started a while ago.
You're studying Seneca's Thyestes, you reach an instance where Atreus uses the royal "we," which is basically the use of the word we when he really means "I," in "venit nostras manus tandem Thyestes" or "Thyestes finally comes into my/our hands," and you have a sudden vision of Atreus hunched over a la Gollum, goes, "Yessss, he comes into our handses at last, precioussss."
Amoung your strongest memories of spring 1999 is sitting in your Latin class, listening to one of your classmates explain to the teacher how the new Star Wars movie had a pod race, which was like a Roman chariot race, complete with Jabba the Hutt playing the role of the emperor in starting the race, and you keep thinking crossly that Jabba didn't drop a white cloth(though the pod and chariot races had similar fatality rates, and Jabba would fit right in amoung the depraved Roman emperors, but that wasn't driven home to me until last semester).
Much as you enjoy the humour of this, your primary thought watching is admiration for the hard work that you know had to have been put into it.
You hear the name "Homer" and automatically assume it's about the poet, and indeed are sorely disappointed when it turns out to be about Homer Simpson.
After a cheerful conversation with your roommate about whether or not you look like Padme Amidala, you are stunned when she says she thinks she saw said character on your computer screen that morning, because that morning you were watching Lord of the Rings.
You're studying Seneca's Thyestes, you reach an instance where Atreus uses the royal "we," which is basically the use of the word we when he really means "I," in "venit nostras manus tandem Thyestes" or "Thyestes finally comes into my/our hands," and you have a sudden vision of Atreus hunched over a la Gollum, goes, "Yessss, he comes into our handses at last, precioussss."
Amoung your strongest memories of spring 1999 is sitting in your Latin class, listening to one of your classmates explain to the teacher how the new Star Wars movie had a pod race, which was like a Roman chariot race, complete with Jabba the Hutt playing the role of the emperor in starting the race, and you keep thinking crossly that Jabba didn't drop a white cloth(though the pod and chariot races had similar fatality rates, and Jabba would fit right in amoung the depraved Roman emperors, but that wasn't driven home to me until last semester).
Much as you enjoy the humour of this, your primary thought watching is admiration for the hard work that you know had to have been put into it.
You hear the name "Homer" and automatically assume it's about the poet, and indeed are sorely disappointed when it turns out to be about Homer Simpson.
After a cheerful conversation with your roommate about whether or not you look like Padme Amidala, you are stunned when she says she thinks she saw said character on your computer screen that morning, because that morning you were watching Lord of the Rings.