the Dalaverse

*deep breath*

'Kay. ( Ranty McRantPants )

Done now. Renn Faire tomorrow, where I will spend money, goddamnit, and not feel guilty about it because I have a job now. Missing Gburg something awful, but next weekend is fall break. Dad wants to go downtown on Sunday, which is good because I heard an ad for the new terrorism exhibit at the Spy Museum and I really want to see it (donkeyridingyou working Sunday? It's high time we hit up the Best Bookstore Ever in Dupont again).

Rediscovering my love for Queen today (thinking of you of course, Meg, and thank you for that crazy-ass message spree). Good times.

Still....fucking TIRE.

Putting together a collection of gay/lesbian themed movies on Netflix (most likely to be sent for over winter break, when I don't have to deal with Vanessa). I combed their category and some lists on amazon, picked out a bunch I'd heard of and some I've wanted to see for awhile, but anybody want to poke me with something I missed? I'm looking for good movies, generally, not just the squee factor of members of the same gender kissing -- otherwise I would've just ordered everything I could find.

Already have: Wilde, The Sum of Us, Kissing Jessica Stein, The Children's Hour, If These Walls Could Talk 2, But I'm a Cheerleader, Velvet Goldmine, Red Dirt, Bent, Lost and Delirious, Get Real, Angels in America, Tipping the Velvet, Gods and Monsters, Beautiful Thing, Maurice, Torch Song Trilogy. Plus the documentary The Celluloid Closet. Damn, that's a lot of movies...

Also! I remember reading reviews for two movies, the titles of which now escape me. Both of them would've come out in the past three or four years. One was a documentary about Orthodox Jews and homosexuality, the other was about two gay soldiers in the Israeli army. Anybody remember these?

More from Professor Hatch, Santa Claus on acid:


(while discussing sexual selection in the peacock community)
Because the girls like the big tails. Doesn't matter if you get eaten by tigers -- if you don't have a big tail, you're not gettin' laid.

(reviewing for an exam)
I would help you guys out, but all my mnemonic devices are too pornographic to share.

(on what lives in the tundra)
No snakes, obviously. You'd have a snakecicle -- you coud stand it on end and use it as an umbrella stand.


My Bio prof is a dirty old man, and awesome.