Color and the Surge. Everything that rises must converge.

Just found out that the Star 69 single from FatBoy Slim has an ECD video of Christopher Walken shaking his groove thang.
I think I need this.
July 6 is the release date for the new Jet Li/Luc Besson film. Happy birthday to me.

Do you wonder if angels are true?

Quietly waiting the half hour before we depart for the BART station, and then up to the city and then to Rent and dinner afterward at Max's.
There. That should be enough hypertext to keep all you freaks happy for a while. The only thing I didn't do was link 'the city' to the sf.gov page.
I've heard mostly mediocre reviews of this cast, but I'll do what I can to enjoy the show. It is, after all, my birthday present to myself, so it would be rude not to.
Last night there was a social over at Entropy House with lots of food and talking and music and alcohol. I hadn't seen much of Merlin's crowd for quite some time, so it was nice to touch base again. I got to see the aforementioned Merlin, and his brand new fiance (still has that new-fiance smell) Lynette, Iago, Chris and Doctor Heather. I also got to see Blue Haired Angie, who I still see on occasion at games but not very much. (And no I'm not going to hyperlink to each of their home pages. Bah.) I don't know if she was being dour and overpessimistic, but Angie mentioned something about AltaVista going under. And I mentioned my plan to take over the world in Neil's game and she buttonholed me later to insist that I email her about it. (:
Entropy House. That's right. The reason I decided to actually log in this morning.
I was raised in a college town, where the naming of houses was very prevalent. Mad House, Zachary House, Sigma Phi Nothing, and such. I don't know if this was a geek thing, a Corvallis thing, a college thing, or what. But I'm still pleased it continues here. Several of the houses here are also named. Maybe it's a 'several people living in the same place' thing.

Keine macht fur dich mehr.

This production of Rent was different in enough ways that I'm pleased I saw it. More an acting cast, less a singing cast. And I finally really cared about Mimi. The production was fast--the second act didn't drag like it usually seems to. Friends remarked that it didn't sound like the CD, and I agree. I get the impression they mean that in a bad way, though.
The Pride Parade was today, so we had to miss it and we had to fight the crowds to get to the show and to get to dinner after. Luckily Tony was there to serve as our sherpa and guide us to a Max's which was off the main parade route a little. None of the waiters sang, which was sad, but the dessert was (as usual) sumptuous.
My friend Lance (a linguist at MIT) just gave me the key to his journal, and Alexia (an LJ user who says clever things) started talking linguistics today. My head is full of language and I'm too tired to do anything about it. I should take advantage of the sheer exhaustion my body is in the midst of and go to sleep, but my brain is not co-operating. It obviously needs to watch more Sesame Street.
However, nothing ventured nothing gained. I'm off to bed, at eight-thirty, which means that eight hours later it'll be four in the morning and my body will say 'get up you lazy fuck'.