Mufasa

I've been going to school. There's a lot of reading homework, so I haven't had time for much else.

I went to see The Lion King in 3D with Hillary and Scott yesterday. That was fun. Mufasa's death made me cry. Mufasa was too cool for this world (besides the fact that he punched his brother in the face when [Scar] was born, but that's another story). If Mufasa and Iorek Byrnison got into a fight...actually, Iorek would probably win that one, but that's because he's Iorek Byrnison. Just as Mufasa is the benevolent Chuck Norris of the Savannah-Safari-whatever-you-call-it, Iorek Byrnison takes that role in Svalbard.

That is a bad example. Mufasa would totally win if it was anyone else.

Edit: Except Rory Williams. Rory Williams always wins against everyone ever.

Defending Our Room Against the Forces of Evil

Classes start tomorrow, but today was rather uneventful. Hillary and I got up two hours later than we intended, and then had brunch with Scott. After some more icebreakers and a convocation, Hillary and I went back to our room to find its security had been breached by a flying ant. 

Thinking it was just a harmless moth or a crane fly, I was content to let it slide. Then Hillary informed me it was in fact a flying ant and I declared it eligible for a swift and painful assassination.

I have had a deep and profound hatred of flying ants since that time in fifth grade outdoor school when I found one crawling on my leg, screamed, and was promptly laughed at by everyone there. 

After some invasive flying (from the ant), and some terrified flailing about the room (from us), I killed it with the hard, thick (not what she said) sole of my Dansko, and Hillary disposed of the body.

We fought valiantly.

Boy, it sure is dark in here...

....I should probably turn on the lights, and maybe open the curtains.

The First Dream I've Been Able to Remember in More Than a Year

Last night, I had a dream that someone was trying to poison me. I spent a good part of this dream trying to figure out who it was, and then the dream totally changed directions on me and started to be about my childhood friend who thought the rapture was coming (in the dream, I'm fairly sure she doesn't actually think the rapture is coming). 

After what seemed like days of fruitless searching, I drove to M.P. in a red car without tires or a brake pedal. All the while, I was asking the people in my dream: "Do you know who tried to poison me? Was it you?" but all they wanted to talk about was what was going to happen at school that day. 

Then I said to them: "Why are we even here? All of us have graduated from high school. Most of you graduated more than two years ago." Very few of them replied. One of them offered to drive my jalopy back to the parking lot.

I said: "Yeah, whatever, but seriously now. Someone tried to kill me. Can somebody please help me? You were perfectly accommodating a while ago. Why are you clamming up now?"

I wasn't even scared. The lack of response was just really annoying. 

Then I went to my friend's house. She had called me over because she wanted to protect me from the rapture. I still hadn't figured out who had called the assassination attempt on me, so I decided to just roll with my friend's plan, and figured the assassins would not anticipate me doing this. 

I was especially surprised because apparently, my friend now lived in the house once occupied by one of my other acquaintances, and my friend's mother appeared to be making either drugs or a stir-fry in the cellar (which didn't exist beforehand). My eyesight is pretty worthless in dreams. 

So my friend kept talking about the rapture, and I tried my best to convince her that no, I really did not believe in the rapture. She was having none of that, and decided that I actually did believe in the rapture, but was trying to convince myself I didn't. 

Then I gave up on finding out who the assassin was, and figured I'd do my best protect myself if it happened again. Someone came up to me, and we started discussing the conflict between Renly and Stannis Baratheon. 

I woke up to Dracula waxing poetic about the meaninglessness of his life, and the sun streaming through my very sheer curtains. 

"No!" I thought to myself. "I know I said I had given up, but I really do want to find out who wants me dead!" 

But then I couldn't go back to sleep. 

Tin Man

Today, Kendra and I were watching Tin Man, and we made a rather disturbing discovery.

I first watched this Sci-Fi original miniseries several years ago. It's one of my cherished childhood memories. Watching it now, I...notice...more than I did when I watched it before.

Now, Tin Man is best described as a modernized version of The Wizard of Oz. Actually, it's more of a sequel than an adaptation, but I'm not here to talk about the plot.

I'm here to talk about a) the man with the boobs, and b) the sexual tension.

The Man with the Boobs

For those of you who have seen the show, I'm referring to Azkadellia's manservant who wears the yellow and black latex outfit, and uses a cattle-prod to torture the prisoners.

When I say boobs, I don't mean the flab that men get when they gain weight. I'm referring to a rather trim, bald man who has round, perky, B-cup-at-the-least, honest-to-God breasts.

I mentioned earlier that he was wearing a weird latex uniform. We thought maybe it was just an unflattering costume, and that everyone who wore that uniform looked like they had breasts. Then we were introduced to his buddy wearing the exact same uniform.

He was completely flat-chested

Nobody on the show seemed to notice this, and that drove us nuts. Kendra and I kept having to pause it, rewind it, and watch his scenes in slow motion. I was half expecting him to look up, stare straight at the camera, and say: "My eyes are up here, girls."

Sexual Tension

Cain is the best example, as he has sexual tension with everybody, no exceptions. Maybe it's the angst he exudes, or maybe it's his habit of pushing people up against vertical surfaces, but Kendra and I agree, the tension is there.

The Queen had a huge, expensive looking portrait taken with Glitch. Glitch was her adviser.Who gets a portrait taken with their adviser? It wasn't a secret portrait, either. It was prominently displayed in the front room of the castle where the Queen lived with her family.

The Queen has lavender eyes. Ahamo has blue eyes. DG inherited her eye color from her father; they confirm this in the show. Azkadellia, however, has brown eyes. Now, maybe the Queen or Ahamo has a relation with brown eyes, but if they did, it was never shown. You know who does have brown eyes? Glitch, the adviser the Queen had that portrait taken with.

There are more examples: Such as Ahamo rather creepily referring to his daughter as a "pistol," Azkadellia getting all up-close and personal with her subjects and her objects of torture, and Jeb's hair. 

In all seriousness, Tin Man is a good show, and I'm only half serious about the sexual tension. If you haven't seen it, you really should; it's a lot of fun.

Prompt: Five Pet Peeves

• Facebook status updates that are  made deliberately vague, and often melodramatic so as to draw attention.
• Having a really interesting dream, but then having it go in a totally different direction for no reason.
• People who contradict themselves.
• Open doors.
• Gratuitous text-talk.