"You shut up, Jackie Boy. You're dead."

Actual bedtime Tuesday night: ~0430. Reasons for two-hour delay: myriad of Small Things Taking Longer, including tearing off and rebulding the front walls of the stage, trying to turn something white that started out black (with watercolor, no less. Didn't work out so well), the crate being a bastard (paint then glue, paint then glue-- this is not difficult unless it's one in the morning), and such. But, finished, and then woke up three hours later feeling non-tired and went and learned about Latin participles. I like Latin. It's easy. Participles are something that I don't remember ever learning in high school, but it doesn't matter, because they consist of four forms in Latin and verb-ending-in-ING (with tense markers) in English.

Went to design lab, presented the model. I've presented my design for this play [David Henry Hwang's M Butterfly, and if you've not read it you should] several times before, so this wasn't precisely what you'd call difficult. I finally found a way of talking about it that makes sense, though: the paradigm of the unreliable narrator. Some days I love being an English major. Didn't get a grade as such but Randy said that everyone got at least a 90, so I can't complain.

Saw Sin City again this afternoon. I liked the Dwight story arc more than either Marv or Hartigan: part of this is my natural affinity for Clive Owen, but it just grabbed me more than the others. Marv is single-minded and brutal and kind of dim, and Hartigan . . . I'm not sure what it is that doesn't quite get me about Hartigan's arc. *shrug*

satyrblade refers to Night Watch as potentially 'the movie that Constantine could have been, and I'm inclined to agree. And, since I've mentioned it twice to people who have no idea what I'm talking about, this is what the praying in the new Amityville Horror trailer keeps reminding me of.