I was born in 1986, died at age 16, and lived forever.

It is intense. Seeing it is intense. Watching it is intense. Its themes are love and death. Its setting is the past and the present and the future. Its symbols are the ring and the triangle.

But most significantly, The Fountain is my story. It is what I have thought, will live, and must tell.

“Why at age 16?”
Why in 1986?
Why forever?

Compulsively clicking mice.

Everytime I heard Robitussin I saw the evil guy from Jungle Book.
Shere Khan?
<laughs>
Sometimes I wonder about you.
At least I didn’t know the evil guy from Jungle Book of the top of my head. Which was why I was laughing.

The preceding statement either helped or hurt my argument. It is left as an exercise for the reader to determine which.

Bitter towards Thanksgiving.

“Your honor, I object to this witness's testimony. Opposing counsel has failed to show that they even exist!”

Existentially hunting the Loch Birch Mongoose.

On my side I have wit, logic, and the approval of S[]. Whereas C[] has only her infallibility.

WU Basics
Going to Bear's Den is simple. There's plenty of variety. It's easy to find a companion for a quick run. It's a casual and convenient stop that you can hit multiple times per week, even per day.

Ursa's has fewer items on the menu, but it has a particularly savory selection, with a focus on dessert items. Nor are the activities limited to the culinary realm; it's the perfect way to play a game, or maybe relax next to a fire. It lacks the same access that BD has, but nevertheless it's still simple enough to drop in here a couple times a week.

Center Court has limited access, is impossible to attend alone, and requires a commitment of both time and money- but in return, all you can eat.

And for those times when you're all the way on main campus? You go to Mallinckrodt.

A posed hypothetical:
Let someone somehow destroy every single copy of every single piece of work of Shakespeare’s- burn every script, hack any database, rip the pages out of every schoolchild’s textbook, take a scissors and magic marker to any work containing any allusion- that is, let Shakespeare not be killed, but rather hang by the threads of memories of actors and of him.

“If I die, the idea of a triangle would disappear with me.”

What becomes of Shakespeare?

“...tam in potestate esset oblivisci quam tacere.”

What becomes of the vandal?

“Does anyone know what Pliny the Elder was known for?”
Dying.

“But you see, it's not me...”

Need a strict no-zombie membership policy.

“...it's not my family...”

“Cyborg is a co-dominant trait.”

Half again.

Love, easily distracted by novel feats of anti-physics.
(Like everything else.)

Registering a what-do-you-mean-you-don't-want-a-side-salad-or-has-no-one-informed-you-that-the-side-salad-is-free-with-purchase look of so-much-for-free-pizza-I-guess-we’re-not-going-to-Vertigo.

“Oh, where is the song / That goes like this...”
Some of the best scenes from the film are disappointingly absent {witch, bridge of death}, although new material does compensate. The classic quotes have slight difference from their usual intonation, though Plenty of musical allusions extend the parody into more than a mere genre adaptation, making Spamalot an amusing play in its own right.

And this was nowhere near the worst worst seat I’ve had.
“...That's awfully high for me...”

Not right now, in general.

Not fun.

"I'd probably be Hestia. Just sit by the fire."
Well, you would have had a fun cult in Roman times.
"What did they do?”
Not have sex. Maybe it wasn't that fun a cult.

I will do something for you I’ve never done for anyone else.

Half an idea.

“Amy doesn’t date boys with [...].”
I’ll see what I can do.

It’s strange. I’m kind of angrybitter. But not really angry. Actually, I’m kind of cheerful. Except I hate stupid morons and want to kill them. But I’m not moody or upset. Wow. I’ve become *you*.

Drop everything.

I bluetape rooms. It’s therapeutic.

“This is a simulation...”

Why even try.

“(4 Points) What kind of sneakers do I wear:”
Those blue things with holes in them that I don’t know the name of and I know those aren’t technically your sneakers but they are footwear and I need to put something down since I don’t think before I’d finish this you’re going to be going to the bathroom so that I could sneak a peak into your closet unobserved and L[] would see me anyway.

Time to pick something.

““Pride and Prejudice” is something you see either with your girlfriends or your boyfriend.”

"Who the hell is going to dress up for November 11?"
Veterans?

Sleepover. Not that much sleep will be gotten. Not that that’s atypical.

Seem slightly off.

“Over the past decade, the St. Louis archdiocese paid over $5.8 million to abuse victims.”
“No trespassing / violaters will / be prosecuted.”
“Listen to me bitch.”

The perfect date activity is baking cupcakes.
It’s food.
It’s a gift.
It's personal.
It's unique.
It’s a cooperative task.
It’s a simple everyday activity.
It provides 18-25 minutes of empty time to kill while the cupcakes are in the oven...

“They’re not quite presidential, / They’re kind of influential...”

No poll working at all this midterm, due to a couple more mixups. Will just have to be a voter. Some people have issues.

There are 2 schools of space travel in science fiction: CGI and Muppet. This schism explains the difference between Star Wars 1-3 and 4-6.

Replaced into and lost Clue mafia (Mini 291), as Sergeant Grey, mafia. And was an admitted sore loser, out of bitterness for the mechanics. The mafia had no control over their nightkill (the town could kill more reliably!), being forced to rely on luck. The unusual mechanics only affected mafia strategy, so the mafia has no way of knowing that what should be an optimal strategy would fail. Mafia were placed in a position where they must commit to one of 2 diametrically opposed plans- but the more they learn about the setup, the more they are led to choose suboptimally! The better the mafia tries to play, the worse it is for them.

Like the board game, this was a town’s game, designed to be played by the town, and I feel I wasted a lot of time trying to win it when that wasn’t possible.

There is a difference between satire and parody, often lost because most of the most effective former are examples of the latter. Borat, however, is pure satire, almost more painful than funny.

Cinemis Symbolis.
Amy, my peer in love,
Clandestine paramour,
Rose-cheeked debut,

So irresistible,
Wickedly kissable.
(Overanalysis?
They had no clue.)

I am the best liar you will ever know.

A stupid question is one that can be answered by typing it into Google.