April 13th, 2005


Such randomness

Challenge to self: come up with at least three remarks.

1) Melatonin may or may not make me fall asleep sooner, but it does seem to make me sleep deeper, and usually with more pleasant dreams. A quick Google on the subject suggests it does stimulate stronger dream function, for better or worse, in most people who take it. Majority of subjects say dreams are better. This message not reviewed or approved by FDA.

2) A Jeeves & Wooster icon out there led me onto an odd train of thought this morning: C3P0 and Luke Skywalker are the galaxy-far-far-away analogy to Jeeves and Wooster. In the earlier three films (Eps. 4 thru 6; ugh, I hate how prequels screw up words like "first" and "earlier"), I almost expect 3P0 to say, "Master Luke, surely you don't intend to go outside wearing that." 3P0, however, gets easily nervous and flustered. Jeeves never does. As such, Jeeves is a much better protocol android.

3) Great quote of day, from Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides: "Emotions, in my experience, aren't covered by single words. ...I'd like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, 'the happiness that attends disaster.' Or: 'the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy.' I'd like to show how 'intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members' connects with 'the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.' I'd like to have a word for 'the sadness inspired by failing restaurants' as well as for 'the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.'" Amen, Mr. Eugenides. Amen.

Star Wars as written by P.G. Wodehouse

Playing off the previous entry, and because I'm a dork...
A scene from Star Wars, as acted by Jeeves and Wooster:

LUKE: Threeps, pack my cases! We're going with old Benifold Kenobi to Alderaan.

3P0: Alderaan, sir? Are you quite sure?

LUKE: Yes, can't hang about here, I'm afraid. Dear old Auntie Beru and Uncle Owen have finally shuffled off this mortal coil, as you know. If I stay, I'm dreadfully sure Lady Starleaper will be nosing about and trying to marry me off to her daughter Honoria--they're after my inheritance. Hoping some rich suitor will ignore the girl's bitter tongue and only notice her blue eyes, or some such rot.

3P0: Ahem. Indeed, sir. It would be a most unsuitable match. But don't you find Alderaan a bit far to run?

LUKE: Not at all. Should be lovely this time of year. Old Ben knows his way, and Hanfred Solo-Fitzwopper can give us a lift in his ship. Supposed to be devilish fast!

3P0: (sigh) Very well, sir, if you are quite determined.

LUKE: What, now, Threeps--I get the feeling you don't want to go!

3P0: I confess I am not at all fond of space travel, sir.

LUKE: Well, you shall just have to suck it up, as they say, for I am indeed quite determined. Determined to get some R and R, that is--oh, and pack my lightsaber, would you?

3P0: Your lightsaber? Do you anticipate fighting a duel, sir?

LUKE: (winking) One never knows, Threeps! One never knows. I hear there's a princess who needs rescuing, and I fancy myself just the fellow to do it!

3P0: Oh dear...

LUKE: Better match than Honoria Starleaper, what?

3P0: Ahem. I'm not entirely sure of that, sir.

LUKE: Why not? Threeps, you know something! I can tell you do. Spill it!

3P0: Forgive me, sir, it's only that Mr. Solo-Fitzwopper may have, shall we say, a "prior claim" there.

LUKE: Solo-Fitzwopper and the princess? Oh, Threeps, now you're just pulling my leg. Scruffy bloke like him--don't get me wrong; I like the man well enough--but him, with a girl of royalty? Really, you are too much.

3P0: If you say so, sir.