WWJBD?

Mondays are my favorite day of the week. It used to be the case that I relished the return to classes after a long, unproductive weekend, but then I found myself capable of independent (read: sans-parents) locomotion and entertainment, and the weekends became quite amiable. I did not stop enjoying class, but the human psyche seems to push towards relaxation and enjoyment over being talked at in a small chair before a chalkboard... So, Mondays became more painful to approach in that way.

Then, a fortuitous series of events began... Four of them, in fact, all on the same night, strangely Monday. They did not all start at once... Indeed, one had begun laying its tangled roots more than a year ago, and another had been running non-stop for six years with no sign of a rest (a veritable Forrest Gump). The two new series were delightful and familiar deviations from the norm, with the more popular of the two being a fantastic gamble and the other being so well-written that the Right-bashing humour occasionally flies over the heads of the most die-hard Democrats. I am of course talking about television series, namely Prison Break, 24, Heroes, and Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, respectively.

My only issue with such well-rounded entertainment occupying one evening is that I always have to make a choice between Heroes and 24... I find myself asking What Would Jack Bauer Do?, and then I remember he's probably shouting terrorists into submission while having a tumultuous and passionate affair with death. I always pick Heroes because I never know what's coming next, thanks to the X-Men-esque tendency to invent new characters to stir up excitement and the fact that it's fantastik-er than sliced bread with super-strength. -Shudder-

I spent my weekend with friends in Eastern Washington, working and playing and generally having a fun time. One of the big events was a several-hour round of Risk between 5 people... Someone starting with 80% North America added a certain edge to the game, especially when he followed by dominating the North, the South, spreading into Africa, and parking a huge army on Greenland to prevent me from taking Europe (I had some absolutely terrible rolls... The kind that keep one from accomplishing anything other than loss) within the first five turns. 13 armies a day, that early on... Ouch. Fortunately, from the Middle East, there came a 20-army cash and a wave of death that took South America, broke North America, and lowered the Juggernaut to 4 armies a day. He was very sad when it only took him five seconds to count out and distribute his new forces, as opposed to fifty (seconds, in case anyone could not remember the counter).

Wow, that was unexpected... Not really, but... Yeah. Our other big "events" included Apples to Apples, which I won courtesy of Mr. Walt Disney (I owe so much of my livelihood to that man), and a big meeting that only happened after we had all definitively left for home. Thank Mick Jagger for speakerphone.

For news concerning the Chinese Culture Exhibition, I have sadness to convey... It appears that I will not be able to film the performances on the scale and quality that I had hoped for, due to other students' wishes. However, I do hope to get an actual recording session with my guitarist and whatever percussionists I can get ahold of after the Saturday performance, as well as a home-movie-quality-camera-taped-video of Friday's.

Ghost Rider's a pretty good movie... You should check it out. According to the sales statistics, there's a good chance you already have anyways, in which case... Who do you think would have made a better Blaze? If you say "What do you mean, better? I love Nic Cage!" then I will slay you with a fractured butterfly wing. He's a terrible actor, and he named his son Kal-El. That wows me even more than Vista was supposed to. Oh yeah, that's right, that came out. Wow.

- Piers

"Yeah, well, reality is kicking faith's ass."
- Dominic Purcell as Lincoln Burrows, Prison Break