MonkeyPants

Schmoo.

Why am I calling everybody this? I mean everybody. Caught myself saying it to a bus driver today. It feels good to say, and stuff, but really, it makes no sense. I don’t even know what it means.

V For Vendetta.

Drop what you’re doing and go see it NOW!

I could use adjectives like Orwellian and prescient, but I’m pretty sure actual, real film critics did it already. Holy God, what a movie!

Also, seen at Arwen’s, a nifty little meme that confused the hell out of me.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open it to page 161.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don’t search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.

So. Grabbed Moonlight & Vines, by Charles De Lint.

Fifth sentence, page 161: “I wait for Earle to come running up and complain that I left him alone all night—that’s the nice thing about Maybelle; she just goes round and round in her bowl and doesn’t mkae a sound, doesn’t try to make me feel guilty.”

I don’t know what the heck this means.