Brains, brains, brains...

'Twas fairly freaking odd.

Three weeks ago, when it finally sunk into my head that Holy Cow, it's vacation!, I resolved to watch "Resident Evil 2: Apocalypse", as I had been wanting to for the past few years. And so I did. Followed by "28 Weeks Later." And an extremely disappointing "I Am Legend." And then I would turn on the telly at random odd moments, wherein movies like "Land of the Dead" and "Evil Dead: Army of the Undead," and "Resident Evil 3: Extinction" and "Doom" would grin their rotting yellow teeth at me.

Oh, and "Step Up 2." For some reason.

This must be a sign. I have got to find the nearest supermarket to whole up in.

Alias Clark Kent, sans the briefs

      It's rather weird that all I could think about, even with my finals, is the question,

Gee whiz, if I was part of a secret crime-fighting league as the obligatory female superhero, and a media person/student at the same time, what would I do if I got discovered?

      And then I'd concoct elaborate scenarios, beginning with my resignation as journalist to some local paper (since heaven forbid I do anything unethical)to sanguinely batting back questions with Conan O'Brien.
      Something tells me I need to get out more.