The Rabbit Hole

First and foremost, I must thank everyone who wished me luck on my GRE. I'm sorry I didn't respond to all of you. Would that your prayers had been better bestowed on a better candidate to achieve them.

I did not perform very well on the test. ( Cut for self-abuse and self-help. )

There's just not much I can do, which depresses me all the more than the worse-than-I'm-capable-of score. ( Ugh, cut for more emo. )

I did, however, get out to see X-Men: First Class, which? Not half so bad as I feared. Possibly, even good. I grind my teeth continually at January Jones as Emma fucking Frost, and I cannot believe for a second that the film, whatever its intentions, convinced anyone that Magneto wasn't, in just about all things, including his fundamental philosophy, entirely fucking correct. This is supposed to be a film about the birth of the X-Men, and it reads like a recruitment film for the Brotherhood of Mutants. It doesn't help that Michael Fassbender is given nothing but awesome things to do and a wonderfully complex character to work with besides and the best James McAvoy gets is...hair? The chance to both sanctimonious and utterly depraved?

Whatever, Magneto was totally the hero of the film. I enjoyed seeing a young Mystique start to come into her own, though. Up until the travesty that was X-Men: Fuck You, Bryan Singer, she was easily the most fabulously rendered character in the X-Men films. For all that I adore Sir Ian McKellen's gleeful portrayal of Magento in the Singer X-Men movies, Mystique was not only a great character design, she was one of the only characters whose powers, though not broken in how overpowered  they were, were used to the best effect. Every Mystique moment is a good one, even when it's kind of icky, like her hitting on Wolverine by asking him if he's hot for Stryker (WHILE LOOKING LIKE BRIAN COX WHHHYYY??). I loved her character moments, the makeup, the way she morphed between forms, and yes, I goddamned loved that she was nude. (I'm sure I wasn't the only one.) Makes more sense than her being able to change her clothes along with her body, which, regrettably, she was doing in X-Men: First Class.

You have her character and Fassbender's mutant Jewish James Bond, and, jeeze, of course I side with them. How could I not?

I got to see The Colbert Report yesterday, and I'm in love with Stephen Colbert. The real one. He's a TOTAL NERD. Before each show, he comes out to answer questions not in character. I was a little embarrassed at the silence my question generated, but I had to know if he was seriously going to be the POTUS in the new Avengers movie series. He said he'd love that, and then told us a story about how he got Captain America's shield up on his wall. I breathed a sigh of relief that I wasn't the nerdiest person in the room when Colbert, asked to name his favorite LOTR character, went into a long tangent about events in The Silmarillion. (As he put it, he lost half the audience talking LOTR, but you lose 99% of people when you talk about The Silmarillion.) Anyway, the real Stephen Colbert is, like, the awesomest, nicest nerd person who is famous.

The show was good, too. :P

I also found out today that the AC&C in NYC (that's "Animal Care and Control") does, in fact, want to interview me to volunteer. Volunteering, besides the GRE, is the last bit of polish my application (hopefully next year!) for veterinary school needs. To be super-awesome for that, I should, like, go shadow vets in the city. Still working up to that one. It takes a lot of chutzpah to go into a clinic and ask to follow a vet around. It does if you're me, I mean. I blushed so hard asking Stephen Colbert a question--that he solicited! Imagine how well I do asking people for favors who aren't really looking to give any out. I get so, so red. So first step, get in good with AC&C. Second step: ??? Third Step: vet school!