Cleolinda everywhere

So we decorated the Christmas tree last night. Fortunately Sister's Boyfriend was able to get here from Huntsville last night rather than tonight, because my family made it pretty clear that they would decorate the night he got in, whether I had an exam and could not be there or not. (Bitter? Oh, a tad.)

Joined Angels in America in progress sometime after eight (an hour in), and then watched it all over again on HBO-W after it was over so I could see how it started. It was really, really good--wonderful acting and writing--and yet... it wasn't the revelation that all these reviews had promised. (Emma Thompson was a perfect angel, though.) I mean, I don't think it was "the best movie this year, period" or that "if this had come out in theaters, it would have swept the Oscars." After all that, I was expecting a movie that would give me a blowjob, a hot fudge sundae, and a balanced checkbook. See? This is why you don't want to trumpet your reviews too hard--it just sets up expectations you can't fulfill.

So. Have not heard any confirmation from Quinlan that he received my paper. Maybe he feels he didn't need to email me back. Maybe he didn't get it at all. Maybe we fails, precious. I don't know. The scary thing is that I really don't care--I feel this lovely floating apathy. Quite nice, actually.

Oh, one more thing. My personal selection for Icon of the Day: "Maybe this will teach you to listen to authoritah!"

Gone gone gone! Cléagol is free!

[Rocking back and forth

How many pageses does we have, precious?

[Counting] One... two... F... blue... nine. We haves nine.

[Shrieking] We fails, precious!

We can do it, precious! We can finish the nassty paper! (Yes, finish the nassty paper, squeeze it, precious! Wring its filthy neck...) What's that smell?

[Sniffing the air] They're cooking the Chex mix!

AHHHHHH! Why do they do it, precious? Why do they cook the nice Chexes in butter and sprinkle nassties on them?

Cruel parentses! Cruel, wicked parentses who eat up all the snackses and cook the nice Chexes! They knows it makes us sick! They knows it burns, precious, it freezes! Nobody likes us! Nobody cares if we starves! Nobody cares if we--if we--

Now, don't go roarking in the pool again, precious...

[Too late]

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Stupid Yeatses. Stupid Troy.

Troy not stupid, precious! Looks like very good movie, yes yes!

Not the movie, precious! The Yeatses poems.

Oh.

...There's a movie, precious?

Yes, yes! Lots of pretty, lots of squee!

...Crunchable squee?

Yes, yes! Very crunchable! Pretty elf boy! On Leno tonight, yes, precious!

Leno? Leno! Stupid fat Leno! Always tricksy, always false! Says pretty squee will be on, and then tells nassty stupid jokeses! Then says pretty squee on next, and next never comes! Stupid band plays and show is over! And we sits up all night to see, yes, precious, we do! Wicked Leno!

Letterman, too.

WE HATES THEM! WE SQUEEZES THEM!

We can squeeze them after crunchable squee is on, precious.

[Wicked gleam] Yesssss... after crunchable squee...

[Creeps downstairs, opens cupboards, fridge--nothing.]

Where is it, precious? Where are all the snackses?

Gone, gone, gone! Stupid fat parentses ate all the snackses!

No! No sugar cookies? No E.L. Fudgeses? No crunchable chipses?

[Wailing] They don't care if we starves! They don't care if we sits up all night writing stupid nassty term paper! They eats all the snackses their fat selves! Oo, croutons.

No!

[Wily look] Cinnamon toast?

Is it tasty? Is it--crunchable?

If we cooks it long enough, yes, precious.

[Dances around kitchen in glee.]