hit my funnybone. damn chair. just spent the afternoon w/ sorelle who is luckily as big a dork as i am: her reaction to my worrying about housing for next year was "plan this far in advance? awesome! let's go print out the possibilities and go over them right now!" no fooling; it was incredible.
at the very least it's comforting to have solid options.
last nite i watched crumb w/ catharine. initially she was more disturbed than i was. before long, tho, i caught up. it is a very disturbing movie. well-made of course. but disturbing: the main character, who is, believe it or not, more normal than both of his brothers, is a gangly, bug-eyed combination of steve buscemi and woody allen. he sketches compulsively; in fact, he's famous for his zap comics and whatnot; only most of what comes out of him are pornographic cartoons where huge, muscled, overbearing women (emotionally) abuse and are (sexually) abused by small men. there's more to them than what appears certainly; still, hearing him confess laughingly to being hostile to women and the exposure to all the images exhausted me. also it made me feel lumbering and large.

this evening i'm dining w/ jolly and seeing marc's interpretation of safe sex. should be interesting. everyone involved has worked their asses off. well, we'll see.
ben called me lady macbeth. twisted, man. twisted.