auspicious beginnings

Things I did today:

1. Fell on the stairs on my way into work and whacked my knee hard, right across the kneecap. (Incidentally: I'm now pretty sure that it's possible literally to swear a blue streak.) I tried to take a picture of the resulting knee-goiter with my cell phone so that I could share the joy with you, my wonderful friends, but it didn't turn out very well. Maybe I'll get y'all one later, when the whole shebang turns purple.
2. Opened a Cafe Press shop. I'm only telling you this so that you can make fun of me for being a crazy egotistical freak, and this is certainly not a request for any of you to buy anything. I'm not entirely sure why I did this, except that I love my bunny collage so, so much and it's not legal for me to marry it yet.
3. Got a spam email with the subject line "groundhog cinematographer". It may not be the best spam I've ever gotten, but it says so much in such a little space, don't you think?
   
4. Watched Rowing With the Wind. In this film, Byron (Scooby Doo) shaves his chest, shoots a bunch of stuff, and keeps a giraffe in his parlor. Or in his echoing marble foyer, rather. Also, Frankenstein's monster comes to life and (a) makes Polidori hang himself during the summer of 1816 [!] by beating him at pool, or something; (b) drowns the Shelleys' son William (their only child in this movie [!!]); (c) somehow manages to give Byron and Claire Clairmont's daughter Allegra the fever that kills her (perhaps he exudes a miasma?); (d) drowns Mr. Peanut Butter Shelley and his friend Edward Williams; and, finally, (e) hunts down Byron in Greece and whacks him too (not pictured; the miasma again, one assumes). The only thing I found even moderately believable about this film was Shelley's sheer insufferableness. But hey, we got to see him naked! Twice!
   

nicey-niceness: because nice things are nice

1. My post-1800 professor has told me not once but twice that my reading of Frankenstein is, and I quote, brilliant. Thanks, Randy and Idler, for helping my drunk ass work it out. Or, possibly, handing my drunk ass the only brilliant things I ended up saying. I don't remember, because I was drunk. I also may have just now written a bunch of gibberish on my final. Sh! This is supposed to be a post about nice things.
   
2. I have decided what my next tattoo will be. Just need to pick a place. And an artist. (One who won't make fun of me, Shosh. I am not that tough.)
3. Here is a video of a puppy who just... can't... stay... awake.

I guess that's all the nice I've got in me today. Actually, three things is really very good, for today.

mild and temporary relief

One final exam over with, and all my post-1800 assignments taken care of. Now I have two exams tomorrow (which I haven't begun to study for), another one due by Wednesday night, and a full semester's notes to re-write (longhand) and make pretty in order to turn in at my last exam on Friday. My back is killing me, the phlegm-head continues unabated, and I haven't moved from the couch in three days. I'm not kidding, I think my leg muscles have atrophied. Oh well, at least the heart palpitations are down to one every few minutes (I hit a high earlier tonight of one about every three seconds). Fucking decongestant, am I right? Fuck you, decongestant.

Well, moving on, here's a thing I think is cool. It claims to be like Flickr but without the pictures; but what it really means is that it's like Flickr, but with words instead of pictures. As you might guess, I am ridiculously enthusiastic about this. Here's mine so far.

Also: Hail Mary Shelley. And now I needs my intelligence sleep.