June 4th, 2003

bright

Surprise, surprise...

I have done nothing for the past few days. I assume that's mostly because I haven't been taking my medication and that causes me to be both dizzy and sleepy. Not a good combination for getting out of bed in the mornings.

New icon! I hope it looks okay; it was a bit of a pain in the ass to make. And OMG WTF!!!1 life is wonderful. If you go to my webpage, note that I am no longer a folder within my father's tiny empire. I am www.drworm.net 4-EVAH BAAAAAABEEEEE!

And, out of boredom, I've been rereading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy trilogy of five. Three very essential points of interest:

1. "There is no problem about changing the course of history--the course of history does not change because it all fits together like a jigsaw. All the important changes have happened before the things they were supposed to change and it all sorts itself out in the end." - The Restaurant at the End of the Universe

I have always thought of time travel in this respect, partially thanks to Douglas Adams. Which is why, while watching Back to the Future, I end up thinking a lot of vaguely philosophical thoughts about whether Marty changed anything at all in how the logic of time falls. Etc, etc. In other words: there is a fic in there somewhere ahhhhhhhhh.

2. Eric Stoltz would make an absolutely amazing Ford Prefect. Observe. Observe again. Not that I advocate a HHGttG movie. Not at all. But, damn, he'd be absolutely perfect. *Naturally red-headed actors, eeee!*

Ford action figure. O__o Note uncanny resemblance to Eric Stoltz.

Though the original miniseries guy was a cutie in his own oddly Ford-like way... *was madly in love with him and with Ford when she was eleven*

3. Ford Prefect/Arthur Dent = new OTP in a very weird way. And don't worry... I am most certainly not the first person to think that way.
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grr

"Hey, stay young and invincible..."

Part of me really thinks that I should have tried out for baccalaureate with this song. I don't know how I would have done it, exactly, but... it's the kind of song that makes me happy. It made me happy the first time I ever heard it.

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The other song that struck me as being really amazingly perfect for baccalaureate purposes is "No One is Alone" from Into the Woods. Which I actually have/had simplified, one person sheet music for and was even learning for chrissake. -___- I never think about these things. I mean, it's better than "The Impossible Dream", right?

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Also, speaking of graduation performances... why did so many of the speeches just flat-out suck? Michael did good and so did Kevin. (I loved Kevin's speech. When did he get so amazing?) But, arrgh. The rest of them. Particularly Anya's. Vomit, vomit, could we think of anything more cheesy? It also bothered me that the prose style she used was similar to what I use for a lot of my less lucid writing. Grue, Moving Day, and Snail Spirals, more specifically. Manic and vaguely insane, where the focus is really on performance and sculpting the piece to move and flow with the emotions and the reading. In other words, pretentious drivel. :D Still, it's my pretentious drivel, yes? And she was there when I read SS... and she loved it. It just seemed to me as if she took that whole style and philosophy that I'd sort of individualized and built up for myself and used it to write what was ultimately a fairly laughable graduation speech. Kinda unsettled me. But I could always be wrong. Even if I don't think I am...

In other unimportant news... why do people out there in Internet-land still think I'm male? I mean... I know it can be difficult to tell in cyberspace. And I know I'm slightly more masculine than your average female. But, really... just because my name is DrWorm, that doesn't mean a damn thing. I'm convinced people still associate doctors with males and then just assume that I am also male, despite the fact that I am not an MD, nor do I have anything resembling a PhD. Arr. Or they associate with the song.

Also, I don't like the fact that I still wonder about how other people (on the Internet, for the love of Bob) react to my occasional lapses in intelligence. It almost makes me want to post some sort of credential list somewhere. Something like: "This person is not stupid, despite how it may appear at the moment. She scored a combined 1340 on her SATs, a 32 on her ACTs, is a National Merit Commended Student who scored in the 97% percentile on her PSATs, graduated from high school as a member of the top ten students in a class of nearly 300, and spent most of her elementary school years in and out of programs for gifted students. Her IQ falls somewhere in the low genius range. In other words, she can afford to act as idiotic as she wants."

Mmm, vanity.
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