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Last night I went to see Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. It's a seriously dumb movie, but was also pretty funny. The thing with those two that I've never found entirely realistic is that every guy I've ever known who was remotely like them had a whole gang of friends. (Also, most weren't stoners. They were gamers.) There is a really cute orangutan in the movie, named Suzanne - she has the sweetest facial expressions. It's enough to make you want to go hug a monkey.

I got a lot of sleep. Oh, sweet sweet sleep! More than I'd gotten all week. When I finally dragged my ass out of bed, I got ready to leave & went out to Orlando, where I did a tiny bit of shopping (some novelties like paper and stickers, as well as replacing a lipstick that is almost gone), and then went over to Borders and studied and spent about 40 minutes on my gesture studies homework.

It freaked some people out that I was drawing their poses, and the store wasn't as busy as it usually is on a Saturday night, so the last ten were really hard to do, because I couldn't find the models I needed. I ended up drawing my mom a couple of times, as she stood at the counter waiting for a drink. & I ended up buying this strange little 2-vol hardcover set of Middlemarch, and the newest issue of Hermenaut, which is a great zine if you ever get the chance to check it out.

(link opens in new window, by the way, so you have no excuse, no excuse at all.)

Lady Venetia Stanley Digby (1600-?1633)

(this has a purpose which will become more clear at a later date. but for now, enjoy the story. it comes from the Penguin edition of John Aubrey's Brief Lives; I am simply typing it up here and editing some archaic spelling, since the book was written in note form over the latter part of the 1600s. By the way, in other editions of Brief Lives and in other information I've seen about her, 1626 and 1629 are also variously given as the date of Venetia Digby's death.)

VENETIA STANLEY was the daughter of Sir Edward Stanley. She was a most beautiful desirable Creature, and being of marriageable age, was left by her father to live with a Tenant and Servants at Enston-abbey (on his land or the Earl of Derby's) in Oxfordshire: but as private as that place was, it seems her Beauty could not lie hid. The young Eagles had espied her, and she was sanguine and tractable, and of much Suavity (which to abuse was a great pity).

( read more of a strange story of a lovely lady, her mysterious demise, and what became of her grave... )

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I have been so tired today. More or less up and around, but blah, not really functioning. The cats are being funny today - demanding - pushing around their food and water dishes, and being much more affectionate than usual. and yes, they're constantly supplied with good food.


I've just been working on books... reading reading reading. I'm halfway through half-a-dozen things, with no discernible pattern. One is Atwood's Blind Assassin, another is a commentary on Plato, another is a volume of the Skeleton Key comic, and there are at least a few others. I ought to be doing homework, and in fact I sort of planned out some collage stuff that doesn't have to be done until Tuesday (I had to go through the materials, and I came up with some ideas). But since this is a day when I have to find things on which to concentrate to stay awake... it's just easier to read than to try to think. (& besides, since I am taking a writing course, reading decent stuff counts as doing homework too.)

Anyway, I'm going to sleep soon.

(Smith Kline Beecham, where's my generic?)