Cthulhu With 2 Hs
Now Playing: The gnomes in my head--STOP IT!!!
Someone said once (I forget who) that the best cure for sadness or depression is to learn something. I think that's why I seem to be having such a good weekend. I started relearning geometry in preparation for the GRE, and I successfully made four cups worth of a savory vegetable stock for a soup I'm going to make this week. Tiffany suggested that I should try some different soups at home, and I confess I'm rather excited by the idea. I've got enough for two separate soups, which should be interesting.

While making my stock last night, I also watched Thunderball (1965) and found myself giggling uncontrollably during the scene where poor Q (Desmond Llewellyn) shows Bond the gadgets in the Bahamas, as he takes off to destroy Emilio Largo (the great Adolfo Celi) with the help of Domino (the stunning Claudine Auger). I guess the Bond movies really always were that ridiculous--I probably hadn't been looking that closely.

I had a good brunch at the Fleetwood, too, noticing some bathroom graffiti of which I hadn't before been aware (?). The graffiti there ranges from the profoundly idiotic ("New York will always be my primary home, but Ann Arbor will always be second"--I mean, who the hell writes that shit??) to the personally sublime ("Gerbils for Satan" really can't be topped). Today's discovery was the conclusion of a "graffiti thread"--a series of scrawls responding to the most recent one before it (if there's a hipper term out there, somebody let me know). Someone who thinks H.P. Lovecraft was inconceivably greater than a pretty decent writer of 20s and 30s supernatural fiction (translation: "someone who's wrong") wrote some crap about "Cthulhu", his fictional deity, on the walls. Someone wrote underneath "Cthulhu's got 2 H's dumass!" And then the finale--"Yeah, and 'dumbass' has a 'b'." It takes so little, it really does.