I never claimed I wasn't random
Well, cool. Go and take a look at
Chloe's own take on [what looks like] my Current Conditions section. :D
Speaking of
musicals with cult followings, here's one that is likely to
get a cult following of its own:
The Lord of the Rings Musical is
coming to Toronto. It'll be premiering on March 23, 2006 and hopefully run for a good while. Mark your calendars, T.O. folks. Wheee :) (Ha, with my luck, the entire thing will be sold out, forever, and I'll never see it, but anyhoo, let's be optimistic, eh?)
Speaking of
possible dyslexia, when I looked at my clock earlier, I could have sworn it was 8:32. However, I later looked at my watch, which read 8:30, so now I'm pretty sure the time on my clock actually read 8:23. Actually, I'm fairly positive that that's what I read at the time -- 8:23 -- but apparently my brain's memory cells (or whatever) are dyslexic. Huh.
I was on the way to campus this morning on the subway. Between
Runnymede Station and High Park Station, the subway train goes above ground. This morning, as my subway car passed by the street intersection visible from the train, the traffic light there happened to be a yellow (amber. whatev) light. After the traffic lights had disappeared from my view I had this lovely moment of realization -- or, rather, recognition, if you will. Of the three colors of traffic intersection lights -- red, green, and yellow -- yellow is by far the most tenous. I mean, it's only ever yellow for about 3 seconds, tops, at a time, while any driver would tell you that red lights can seem interminable and any other driver would tell you that the light sometimes stays green for long, long times. So. Yellow. In those 2 seconds in which my subway car passed by this intersection, the light was yellow. As the subway train was tenously between Runnymede and High Park, the light was tenuously and temporarily yellow. In my moment of recognition, I just had this feeling that, in those few seconds of the yellow light, anything could have happened anywhere. Of course, nothing of import in my immediate surroundings happened to suggest that my moment was anything other than temporary insanity, but still. I felt it. It just seemed like everything was a little bit more perfect than usual in those few seconds that my train passed by a yellow traffic light.
Of course, all of this sounded far more eloquent (to me) when it was still in my head. Now it's just kind of a long ramble about some yellow thing.
That's all I'll subject you all to for now. I've got some work and other things that are, alas, again waving their proverbial arms at me trying to attract my attention. So far it's only slightly worked. Maybe they need more obvious arms.
