the Dalaverse

::peers muzzily around:: You know when you wake up at least an hour early with the panicked feeling that you have to do everything in the universe as soon as possible or your whole week will fall apart? And then an hour later you're like, "Damn, should've stayed in bed"?

Yeah. One of those days.

*whimper* I lent my discman to other!Stephanie and now I have no music for the whole day. No music from 10:45 to 9:45. That is so wrong. I'll get some horrible song stuck in my head like "Lady Marmalade" or "We Built This City" or "Against All Odds" or the theme from "A Summer Place" and will not be able to get it out. Come on, that's a genuine fucking crisis.

Good lord, I'm a whiny bitch today. I think I will take my PMS out on my Modern Religious Thought class. "MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. WAS AN ADULTERER! SHUT UP! PEOPLE ARE EVIL!"

On second thought, no. Von Kellenback is scary, despite the fact that she reminds me of my Aunt Crystal because she's tall and blond and German.

Must stuff my head full of good music before I leave. OMG NOT DIRTY VEGAS ::flicks off VH1::

OMFG UNDERWATER ARCHAEOLOGY IS SO AWESOME ASDF49POHNG;PVHN3082U34

Also the professor talks faster than ANYBODY I have ever met.

I forgot the obligatory "American Dreams" squee! Instead I have belated, historical AD-related squee.

So last night there was a bit about Police Chief Frank Rizzo, whose cops beat JJ up in order to intimidate his father into voting a certain way (which will, incidentally, probably work). And I say to Vanessa and Laura, "You know, I wonder what the local political scene in Philadelphia was really like in 1965" (or it might be '66 by now; I can never get their timeline straight, and I can't use the music to judge it, because they cheat) and you know, if anything in the extremely interesting city council plotline was drawn from fact.

My parents call at 9, as is their custom, and my dad says to me, "That Rizzo was a racist bastard." I asked if he was indeed a real man, and Daddy tells this story about how when he went into the Peace Corps in 1970, they were in Philadelphia (no, I don't know why, maybe they were flying out from there or something). They saw "Johnny Got His Gun," a really violent anti-war movie, and got so worked up that they took down a sign advertising Frank Rizzo's candidacy for mayor. A couple of policemen caught them, threatened to beat them to death, and made them pick up trash. Dad says he was scared out of his mind and that he probably would have been badly beaten, except that there were about 15 of them and only the two cops. And then he went, "The cops on TV even looked like the real ones."

Little bit of family history, intertwined with my favorite show. I just thought that was neat.