March 29, 1999.

Day 2 of post-dating (actually, you're a week behind posting this one, sistah - conscientious ed.)

Got my Chinese essay back today. My favourite comment scrawled on the front by the T.A. was "why can't you write a coherent sentence?" Ahem. I'm a 4th year literature specialist with an 80.5% average in my field of study.

Why don't you kiss my anglophilic ass?

Spent a long time at Tea today, mostly talking to the Cigar Goddess. I was going to live with her this year, but that (obviously) fell through. Which is just as well...she was so unhappy living with 3 of her best friends (including Wilson) that she moved back in with her parents for the second semester. And she broke up with one of my other friends recently, which breeds interesting segregation in my social life. But she still laughs at my jokes, so she's aces with me.

After Tea, Guy & I tripped over to book rooms for the summer in res. But the head porter was already gone, so we wandered away towards pitas. There was also a third person - a friend of Guy's named Vasilisa (of course it's a pseudonym, silly). She's also friends with the Boy from way, waaaaay back, as their fathers are/were best friends (I met them at the wedding). She's also in the tiny major program that St. Jack is pursuing, so I've been seeing a lot of her recently. I've always found her very aloof - but today I realized that she just needed to warm up to a person. A very nice girl, all told.

We talked of genetics, of V's recent breakup & consequent re-entry into the singles scene, of my muse complex. Have I ever explained about that? I have a deep & (usually) well-hidden desire to be the great inspiration to a major artist. Maybe it's because I lack faith in my own abilities as an artist. Maybe I'm just criminally lazy. Guy suggested a liaison with a geneticist, as they're always discovering new things - and then he quoted his favourite line spoken by Uma Thurman in Henry & June:

"I want you to do it...Dostoyevsky!"

then altering it to

"I want you to do it...Mendel!"

I also spoke of the latest sitcom pilot dreamed up by the Boy and I. We call it "[The Boy] - Rogue Semiotician." It follows the adventures of a passionate young man trained in semiotics...and subsequently unemployed. The heavies are his roommates, who are weary of his mooching. Each week he has a different semiotics-themed crisis.

Last month's was a remake of the Six Million Dollar Man. The catch is that $6 mill buys a lot less these days...and the Boy used a large chunk on stereo equipment and a bionic nipple. "What does it do?" "Oh, everything a regular male nipple does."

And the one before that concerned the madcap adventures of the Boy in an unfamiliar domestic setting. He's caught between babysitting his nephew and...well, everything. Unfortunately, I'm the heavy in this one, as we couldn't figure out enough ways to cause an emotional conflict without using a tyrannical girlf.

Each plot revolves around the Boy. And each show incorporates Guy as himself. He's such an intense, eclectic personality that his presence in a sitcom would be...an interesting experiment, to say the least. He'd definitely put paid to the idea that Pheobe on Friends is an eccentric character.