In America, this is telephone. In Israel, this is bathroom.

telepwen visited again. We were planning to see Nemesis, since I haven't seen it yet, but it wasn't playing anywhere; so we mooched around, decided we wanted to see Another Country, but it wasn't at the local store; then, inspired by my recent Alan Rickman lusting, we made the intuitive leap from English schoolboy drama to sci-fi spoofs and rented Galaxy Quest, because I hadn't seen that either, and I'd been wondering what a guy like Alan Rickman was doing in a movie like that. And then, of course, after I'd seen it, it made perfect sense. The man has the voice of a god. And Sigourney Weaver has nice breasts. Damn, that was a fun movie.

(And I forgot the quote I was going to use as a subject until telepwen remembered it for me. My memory is like unto a steel sieve. Things bounce off, things fall through, thought run like water.)

Read some Elder Edda earlier today. Utterly wonderful stuff. Okay, who else, particularly in light of the Lance of Longinus, finds this incredibly brain-exploding?

Odin said:
I know that I hung on a high windy tree
for nine long nights;
pierced by a spear --Odin's pledge--
given myself to myself.
No one can tell about that tree,
from what deep roots it rises.

They brought me no bread, no horn to drink from,
I gazed toward the ground.
Crying aloud, I caught up runes;
finally I fell.

Scarf: five stripes.