October 12, 2000 — Skeletor versus Radiohead

I had entered a contest on X-Entertainment that had as a grand prize a Skeletor (from He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, for those of you who wasted your childhood years) toothpaste topper. Basically, it was a plastic, threaded piece of purple-and-blue plastic shaped in Skeletor's image that one would use instead of a normal toothpaste cap. I didn't win.

Johnston entered a contest that had as a grand prize a complete Radiohead CD library, Radiohead clothing, and tickets to the Radiohead concert. He won.

So our seats for the show are likely to improve. But damn, I really wanted that hunk of coloured plastic.

And then there was yesterday. First off, I'm starting to have some problems trusting the mail system here at Victoria. When we get mail that's not for us, we're supposed to put it in the return box for it to be re-directed. Late in September, I got a letter addressed to someone whose name I couldn't possibly pronounce nor spell, and guessed it wasn't just a badly typed version of "Greg." So I put it in the return box. And yesterday, two or three weeks later, I got the same letter. I put it back in the return box. If I get it again, I'm going to mark it with a pen so I can be sure it's the same letter. (I'd held it to the light and read what was inside the first time, and it was the same, but you never know -- maybe they just sent the same letter twice. Because that always happens, right?) I'm going to look into getting an off-campus mailing address in Toronto. It'll make my anti-greg mailing address more static, which would be a good idea anyways.

Postal system excitement aside, we rented and watched "Evil Dead 2" yesterday in an attempt to bring some culture into our lives. They didn't have "Army of Darkness," so that'll have to wait until we have the energy to walk to a better movie rental place. Let's just say that it was the most nonsensical movie ever made and leave it at that. But that's not to say that the urge to cut off my right hand and replace it with a chain saw hasn't been over-powering since watching the movie, of course.

Yesterday I drank 14 glasses of orange juice in the cafeteria, but I'm still sick.

Beyond being sick, skipping lots of classes, and not hearing much from Grand Royal since they switched offices, there's little to say. The big all-you-can-drink party is on the first and second floors of my residence tonight. Johnston and I are going to go to Jonovision instead, probably. Unless Andrew's keen on getting bombed.

Bet you never thought you'd see "bombed" in that context on anti-greg. And on that note...