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My law professor's sick today. I guess this means I can watch 24 during my 1 1/2 hour break. No, wait. It means I can return King Kong to the video store. I'm still wondering why the hell my professor picked that, of all movies, to watch. Although the dialogue was certainly...inspirational. "Anne...I...uh...uh...say, I think I love you." "But Jack, you hate women!"

And it's Sherman's March: A Mediation to the Possibility of Romantic Love in the South During an Era of Nuclear Weapons Proliferation today in autobiographical films, which is just brilliant (despite what beechball may say), but I've seen it before so I have the option of ditching the screening if need be.

Ross McElwee: I filmed, um, Dede washing her dog, and I filmed, um, Steve going to the music company where I used to work.
Ross's father: There, now. How is that going to be useful?
Ross McElwee: In this film?
Ross's father: Just in any film.

The reading of my Alan monologue (for everyone following this thrilling tale) was...amusing. I got stuck with the gum-chewing sycophant who sits next to me, so she completely...it was just bad. But funny. And the teacher said Alan had a "distinctive voice," which, well, damn straight. But he liked the original stuff, too.

That class has some great writers in it. Some of the monologues were hilarious. "Campbells, motherfucka!"

So much better than posting lyrics

Brand New-Me vs. Maradona vs. Elvis