we now return you to your regularly scheduled programming ...

So now that the waiting on tenterhooks is over (what exactly are tenterhooks?) I shall continue on with my regularly scheduled journaling.
My Online Magazines professor is cute. Cute and effervescent, the type of person that if she didn't /say/ she was a poet I would have pegged her as one of those outgoing theater types. (When I was at York the film classes were in the same building as the theater classes, and you could always tell what kind of class had just gotten out - those theater classes are LOUD. Infalliably.) She runs Born Magazine; we're supposed to come up with our own online magazine proposal by the end of the quarter, a concept and outline and such. And as if that weren't fun enough she's giving us tonight off because she's got a conference. So yay.

Yesterday I killed myself running all over downtown getting recorders and course kits and such and then we did friggin' CALISTHENICS in music class and my knees bloody well hate me right now. I didn't sleep for crap, either. But that's okay, I'm feeling remarkably good.

Is it wrong of me to expect that people who are taking a junior level course on comedy at least know how to pluralize the word properly? Or that failing, know how to use spellcheck?

That said, I hate this week's topic on the discussion forums. He made the mistake (at least I consider it one) of asking 'what do you think defines a comedy - what do you think is funny?' And now there's all this borderline squabbling as to 'well, I thought *movie X* was funny.' 'nuh-UH, movie X was crap, now movie Y is funny' 'wasn't, movie Y was trash' was not! was too! And then I want to kill them all, and I remind myself that PMS week is not a good time to be reading these things. This is saying nothing of the people who believe that some vaguely misspelled one sentence answer to the question (which we were supposed to respond thoughtfully to) that basically means 'me too' absolves them of responsibility, and I want to kill them for wasting my time reading this. If you're going to post, post something of SUBSTANCE, you know, like what it said in the SYLLABUS.

This is STILL nothing compared to the person who said "I'm confused as to how we're going to see the movies" when it very clearly said you were to buy or rent them ...

And then I go eat chocolate, and mourn the fact that I'm turning into my mother, who used to yell at the TV and rail about idiots not following directions, and I pray I don't get ulcers ...

Speaking of which, last night's episode of Lost was good, yeah? But so ANNOYING, with the cliffhangery thing. That show gives me hope that there is in fact still good TV out there, TV that doesn't involve the consumption of bugs.

voodoo

In what bizarre corner of the universe does the USPS do things? I had two movies that were shipped from (I believe) the same place at the same time. One arrived. The other hasn't.

Class was ... dense. He's already picking out victims to workshop next week. I'm either going to fly or crash. *looks suspiciously at fledgling wings* This requires me to write, you know, actual complete pieces of fiction.
But I can do this. Perhaps after some food, and coffee.

Oh, Kay? I saw the dude with the superman cape again.

Aaaaaaaaaargh.

Today's Moment of Zen is inspired by vfc: Poem inspired by last night's (3/30/05) episode of Lost.

I don't know. I just ... I don't know, anymore.