Just got back from seeing Serenity. What a movie! Admittedly I was a little nervous when I encountered fans dressed up. But there was a comradorary at the theatre that you hardly ever see these days. People started singing the Firefly theme song during the commerials; we laughed, we cringed, we gasped. And in the end, applauded. It just seemed like the thing to do.


Kaylee, you made it!!!!

I think that there's enough context (and backstory) given so that if you didn't see any episodes of Firefly you'd still be able to figure out what was going on: River's a psychic and a fugitive, Mal's grumpy, Reavers are crazy cannibals dudes.

Serenity!

(singing off key) Seren, seren, seren, seren, serrrRREEENNNNITTTTTYYYYYY!

At 7:05 this evening, I'll have a huge smile on my face.

I think that was almost a job offer...

So, I met with the president of one of the colleges where I teach - very nice man, well manicured hands. He wanted to meet (with) me to, firstly, get to know me, and secondly, to tell me about the plans for the future of the college. In a nut shell, the direction of the college, expanding into Liberal Arts, appears to point to more teaching for Mike!

In other things: Veronica Mars, my dear, what adventures did you get up to last night? Why don't I get UPN?

Whole body aches....

Went away for the weekend with a bunch of friends. Played football, wall climbed and pushed my poor body past any reasonable limit. I'm sore in so many places. The wall climb was the biggest disappoint for me: last year (at a different place) I ruled the wall. This year I tried a medium hard wall; when I was about 1/3, maybe 1/2 way up, I couldn't find any grips that would let me continue climbing. So I hung there, mostly by my arms, trying to figure out what to do. I decided to descend and try another, easier wall. I couldn't even start climbing. None of the grips seemed right; my arms were killing me from hanging on the previous wall. It was pathetic.

Right...

So, I'm bored.

I've done the dishes, packed for the weekend, and now I'm putzing around on here. In a brazen attempt to entertain myself (while my wife watches ER) I decided to try to update this little blog with some fancy new template. I figure if you can't give 'em substance, at least try to wow them with aesthetics.

Why would you shoot a man in Reno just to watch him die? Surely there are better ways to spend an afternoon.

So, school's back in to full swing and I'm... well, flummoxed. Am I getting through to my students? Am I making sense? Is my fly down? I don't expect people to be as naturally excited by Old English Poetry or Joseph Conrad as I am, but sometimes I think that short of setting off firecrackers and throwing a parade, I'll never get their attention. The solution? Tell embarrassing personal stories, obviously. Today I related how I wrote a letter to a high school friend that said "Did I ever tell you I love you?" I meant it sarcastically. Apparently I was so naive that I actually thought that the intended sarcasm would be apparent in writing. It wasn't, and for the rest of high school this girl thought I was in love with her. Nothing major ever came out of it, other than a few awkward moments; never did have the heart to tell her. Can't remember how that fit into a conversation about Heart of Darkness. Probably didn't. I likely just wanted to tell humiliating stories about myself. Wait 'til my other class starts love poetry, and the pessimism really flies...

All weekend I intended to post something here, but, to be frank, I was just too tired. With the stress of the comprehensive exam over nearly everytime I sat down to read or watch television I fell alseep. Hard to post stuff when you're sleeping. And, if I'm honest with myself, I don't really have much to post here anyway.

I'm going away this weekend, which I'm really looking forward to. It's a retreat with a bunch of people I really love and care about (and haven't been able to spend much time with lately).

I'm marginally interested in the fall television season. New episodes of House are always welcome. There's promise in the Fox show, Bones (though seeing David Boreanaz in the daylight will take some getting used to). Of course the only show I'm really excited about is one I don't know when it'll air here in Canada: Veronica Mars. The more I think about it, the more I love that show. Can't imagine where the show's going (the major plot that ran through the first season was resolved), but I'm ready for whatever they throw at me/us.

Well, my lunch break's nearly over, so I'll sign off.

WHOO HOOO!!!!

School's starting, the University of Manitoba keeps screwing up my pay, but all I can think about is: I'M FINISHED MY LAST COMPREHENSIVE EXAM!!!! Sweet.

The comp (the reason for the blog silence of the past few weeks - and you all thought it was just that I didn't like you anymore) was a crazy amount of work, but it's over. Now, on to the dissertation. Forward ho!

Big thanks to all those who were thinking about me. You rule.

And to those that didn't: you suck. I hope your eyes fall out. Just kidding.