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ferrumaeternumI feel like I’m totally out of the loop. Maybe it’s because I hardly watch television, but I had no idea W and Repo! The Genetic Opera were coming out, and they look good. A film directed by Oliver Stone that has hilarious phrases Dubya said that weren't on David Letterman's Great Moments in Presidential Speeches on its poster is pure win. So is having Paris Hilton and Nivek Ogre in the same movie that will probably have a kick-ass soundtrack and be filled with gore and weirdness. (I mean, come on, the guy is from Skinny Puppy.) This is probably old news, but I’m slow.
In other news, one of the two fluorescent tubes in the light in my dorm is flickering. Honestly, if it isn't one thing, it's something else. At first, I thought it was just my eyes as a result of fatigue or lightning outside my window, but nope. I wish the damn thing would just go because it's a bit too bright anyway, and once it does, I'm not informing Housing. In the meantime, it'll be driving me insane. Right now I have my desk lamp on, but I'll have to turn my light on at some point in order to help it die.
Now that I'm back in Sandburg for the week, I think the music wars have started. While I was packing on Friday, I decided to put my iTunes on shuffle and take out my earphones and listen at a reasonable volume after having to listen to fucking K-Ci and Jojo, Celine Dion, Michael Jackson, Ne-Yo, and Backstreet Boys all week. Tonight, their awful music was so loud that it hurt my ears with my door shut. I have hearing damage to begin with, thanks to sitting in front of the trombone section whose motto was "louder is better" for seven years, so it takes a lot for me to consider something as being loud.
Also, I met this guy at a craft fair this weekend who got to talk to David Bowie on the phone for an hour. He makes handbags out of vinyl album covers, and while he was back in Minnesota, Iman's niece came to his booth. He didn't believe her, so she called her uncle and let him talk to him. Lucky bastard! Not surprisingly, I ended up getting a Bowie one for $20. I wish he would write music and tour again.
In other news, one of the two fluorescent tubes in the light in my dorm is flickering. Honestly, if it isn't one thing, it's something else. At first, I thought it was just my eyes as a result of fatigue or lightning outside my window, but nope. I wish the damn thing would just go because it's a bit too bright anyway, and once it does, I'm not informing Housing. In the meantime, it'll be driving me insane. Right now I have my desk lamp on, but I'll have to turn my light on at some point in order to help it die.
Now that I'm back in Sandburg for the week, I think the music wars have started. While I was packing on Friday, I decided to put my iTunes on shuffle and take out my earphones and listen at a reasonable volume after having to listen to fucking K-Ci and Jojo, Celine Dion, Michael Jackson, Ne-Yo, and Backstreet Boys all week. Tonight, their awful music was so loud that it hurt my ears with my door shut. I have hearing damage to begin with, thanks to sitting in front of the trombone section whose motto was "louder is better" for seven years, so it takes a lot for me to consider something as being loud.
Also, I met this guy at a craft fair this weekend who got to talk to David Bowie on the phone for an hour. He makes handbags out of vinyl album covers, and while he was back in Minnesota, Iman's niece came to his booth. He didn't believe her, so she called her uncle and let him talk to him. Lucky bastard! Not surprisingly, I ended up getting a Bowie one for $20. I wish he would write music and tour again.
