What I like to call "The Ryan O'Reily Class Schedule"

It's amazing that this worked at all, since people on the Penn mailing list have only 2 classes, but this is quite an interesting mix of classes. I'm not going to post times because no one cares, so I have:

Irish Literature (Oscar Wilde! Yeats! Joyce...oh, shit.)

The Prison (Oscar Wilde! Thomas Mallory!)

Queer Cinema and Medicine (Can't wait 'till my mom finds out about this...*cringe* Still...Todd Haynes! Wilde!)

Ethno Political Conflict (Ireland!)

I'm not obsessed with Ireland. Really, I'm not. I'm obsessed with England. Someone should explain this to the computer.

Still, it's a kickass set of courses and I don't have to take French History! Score!

You've just been flamed!

I just got my first flame...for my Seabiscuit story. It felt weird, because the story is all of 400 words, and I never write RPS. Really, this is the first time.

So I responded and wrote out all my thoughts on the subject. The reviewer either won't see it or will be immensely frightened by my ability to babble on and on and on.

If only I could get a real review for the damn thing! Because I want to marry Tom Smith! Or at least write more fic about him!

( How will I get to Hogwarts? )

The Denis Leary Roast was fucking hilarious!

I figured I should watch it, seeing as we share a psychic bond and all, and man, I'm glad I did. My brother taped it, and I'll probably watch it again tomorrow, after I watch Suicide Kings (I own it. It has Jay Mohr!)

Kiefer Sutherland was there, looking adorable (yay! eye candy!), and Dean Winters (although there were only two shots of him). Christopher Walken gave this very nice, very slashy, and very creepy speech ("He puts make up on his hands. He doesn't have to.") And it was just funny to hear them reference all the crappy movies Denis Leary has been in. Hmmm, this really isn't going anywhere. I'm just going to end up listing all the people who were really funny.

You know what else I like about comedians? No, you don't, sucker, so you have to read my answer. Unless you're Denis Leary and you share a psychic bond with me, in which case you probably do know. You can skip this, then. I love how friendly comedians are. I mean, the whole thing consisted of everyone mocking Leary ruthlessly, but you could tell they all cared about him. And he'd known a couple of them since college and had some really great stories to tell at the end of it ("Fuck the Kennedys! Vote for Lenny!"). Being a comedian seems (granted, it probably isn't) like such a nice profession, because there's this camaraderie amongst all of them. Jay Mohr does Christopher Walken impressions (although Walken isn't technically a comedian), Walken appears at Leary's roast, they do gigs together (gigs, not jigs). Most of the people obviously have a good sense of humor, so watching the roast was like watching a bunch of really funny people hang out.

Oh, and Denis Leary's priest? Funny beyond words! "He knows when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake, he knows if you've been bad or good...but I could quote scripture forever."

Now, I have no idea if this guy is Leary's actual priest, but if the pastors at my church acted like that, I'd be much more inclined towards organized religion.