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The reading being held at seven o'clock tomorrow night will be in Squires, room 217. That's on the second floor, near the stairs. The bendy stairs that go all the way to the third floor, not the straight-shot stairs near the ticket office and the ATMs.

To reiterate: show up by seven (we technically get the room at 6:30, Emily and I will probably be there by 6:45), bring something to read aloud lasting no more than 30 minutes. Or don't, and just come to listen; that's okay too.

To clear up any potential confusion: if you're reading this, you're invited.

Mad propz to Lisa S and Spiel for getting us the room.

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Well, since the cat's more or less out of the bag, welcome aboard to uilos. After, what, three months? of occasional nagging, Emily has finally gotten herself a LiveJournal. (Expect a comment to appear below this entry shortly consisting solely of the word "Bah.")

Watched The Two Towers again on Kelly's computer. Occasional mechanical hiccups and difficulties with voices synching up aside, it is in fact better the second time around. The stupid bits are still stupid (the exorcism of Theoden, the attack of the Wargs of Unusual Size, the transformation of Faramir into a completely different character with the same name and family). The expansion of Helm's Deep at the expense of the end of the book feels like a bad judgement call. Elrond and Arwen and Galadriel still have no business in the movie. But this time through I was able to stop focusing on the stupid things Peter Jackson has done to the story and pay attention to the good stuff. Ents. Gollum. Christopher Lee and Ian McKellen. Gorgeous scenery. (Osgiliath, despite being extraneous, is very pretty.) I await the extended DVD.
(But they're still the wrong two towers, dammit.)

And now I sleep, due to having slept six hours last night.