Now I know how Joan of Arc felt

And that's all I have to say about last night's Sharks game.

On to more pleasant subjects, I haven't been strongly inspired to see Troy for a variety of reasons, but I've seen some scenes and read some reviews. Have to say that so far msallegro seems to have really summed up my own reaction to the flick perfectly:

Have you ever met a guy who's big and macho and studly-- very hot, but definitely a little on the dim side, and obviously a big ol' closet case, no matter how much he tries to convince you he's all about the pussy?

That's what this movie is.


And if you haven't already read it, go check out Cleolinda's 15 Minute Troy, 'cause it will make you laugh a lot. Best line:

On Patroclus- ACHILLES: Cousin. He's my cousin. Cousin. Totally my cousin. In conclusion: Cousin.

Though a close runner up for me-

KING OF THESSALY: Here’s a scepter to take to your king please don’t hurt me I want to live.

ACHILLES: Fuck him, he ain’t my king. I'm goin' back to the Doublemints. Later, assholes.

AGAMEMNON: I hate that guy... so very, very much.

Heh.

Anyway, got in some rowing last night and some general puttering around the house before the game that shall not be mentioned. Got as far as the third goal, then decided I had better things to do than watch the Sharks suck. Did get a good deal of my veil taken care of, though, go me!

Galley Slave Rating: Not quite so pathetic as the Sharks last night.