Epiphanize This

[trinityofone]

I am currently writing the world's worst essay on James Joyce's Dubliners (except for any essay ever written by my 12th grade English teacher, who claimed that the creepy old dude in "An Encounter" wasn't whacking off, when clearly...he's whacking off*), but an important question has arisen that must be answered:

[Poll #700967]

ETA: Dude, why're y'all voting for The Puddlejumpers for Shortest Band in the World? I'm sure Shep appreciates the publicity, but don't you think they're disqualified on the strength of Ronon alone?

Also, in other random Irish literature news, suitemate Jean just told me that John McGahern just died. That is so weird: I just finished reading his Amongst Women, and we're discussing it in class on Monday (with hot Scottish tutor Peter Mackay, no less!). All this, I know, has absolutely zero cosmic significance, but...I still feel it as odd, as quite sad.

*She also claimed that the line in "The Convergence of the Twain" about "that august event" referred to the month, "because the Titanic sank in August." When I pointed out that no, the Titanic sank in April, she got really huffy and was weird with me for the rest of the year.

Comments

[birdsflying]

:coughs: I have never seen Boa vs Python. Not that I would be suggesting anything aside from the fact that watching me flail around in a mixture of nrrgh and horror while watching it may well be worth the 9 euros. :g:

:investigates finding it over in the UK:

[siria]

Hee! Oh, you should totally find it and bring it over with you. I would watch it again, because it's so horrifically cheesy that it's almost (almost) good, and David Hewlett gets all wet and has to buddy breathe.