We had a marathontacular weekend, involving oodles of screen space projected onto our white-smackled wall, creating a sort of matte finish to the film which is kind of artsy in a way, a subwoofer which makes your ass tingle if you’re sitting on the floor, and the fate of middle-earth. Yes, we marathoned the extended editions of all three of the Lord of the Rings movies with a digital projector and a boat-load of malted beverage, and it was glorious.
More excitingly, I stopped procrastin’ and applied to McGill for the Fall term. I also emailed my fave professors at Evergreen, and they’re going to hook me up with some fantabulous letters of recommendation. Now I just need to bust ass on scholarship apps, and my support documents, and I’ll be all set. Then it’ll just be left for me to shiver anxiously in the corner until I find out if they accept me or not. I’ve got all my eggs in this basket; and I’m in the mood to make an omelette.
I wrote a story on Saturday for the Brief Lies microfiction. I think it turned out pretty well, though I’d love some critique. You can read it here.