The Firefly Themed Wedding Just looks vaguely western, except for the groomsmen with blue gloves.

So here's a bunch of pictures of themed weddings.  Now, I could do the theory thing, and talk about the history of weddings, and perform a psychoanalytic evaluation of the respective bride and groom.  We could do a ritual analysis, ala Turner, about how the wedding was once a liminal space, but through the theme wedding it becomes something that's both integrated and not quite integrated into everyday life (assuming they're fans in their regular personas as well).  Or we could go the Henry Jenkins fan culture route, and talk about how the fans appropriate their fandoms and write their own versions of the romances.

But we're not doing that.

Here's a bunch of pictures of themed weddings.

Sure, the Han and Leia romance is classic wedding stuff...

But the secret romance of Admiral Akbar and Monmothma?  That's style.

Speaking of style, a Katamari Damacy theme?  Slow clap.

And if you do Star Wars, it's only fair to  do the other side as well.

Somebody needs to tell that superhero that the bride costume just doesn't work for fighting evil doers.

Dude, you can't marry your alternate reality gender-swapped fan-fic self!  You're only 13!  Play the field!

Well, that killed some time. See you on the flip side, guys and gals. Later Days.

This is a good use of my time.

A friend of mine on Facebook is musing on wearing a rope belt. I wish to mock him, with this image:

This is the midriff of Luke Dunphy, from Modern Family (excellent show. Full review in due course). The fun part is that this image, as far as I can tell, does not exist on line. So I had to spend about an hour combing through youtube videos until I found the show, look for the right episode (among 15), find the scene, printscreen the whole thing, copy into an image, and upload it onto a web page, all so I could provide the link to it on the Facebook post.
Worth it? Of course it was.

Running For the Past Two Days:
Run: Needle, Monday. Needle, Tuesday.
Distance: 11.9 km, both times.
Time: 1 hr, 10 min, 1 hr, 4 min.
Speed: 10.2 km/hr, 11. 1 km/hr

Man, that's quite a difference, huh? Well, it was raining pretty hard by the end of Monday, so I'll attribute the lack of speed to that.

A Happy Tedium (?)

I turned in my final paper of the term, which means I am now a free agent until May, when the next term starts. This is somewhat of a daunting proposition, as I have absolutely nothing to do from now till then. Traditionally, I don't handle this lack of structure well. During the year I wrote my thesis, I had to keep myself focused with a number of little tasks: I was auditing two courses, I was TAing a first year English course, and I was marking two third year math courses. And I was still bored for long stretches.

I realize that having too little to do is not big on the list of pressing world issues, and many, if not most, people will rightfully resent me if I dwell too long on this topic. (The PoC from three weeks ago, for example, would probably cheerfully throttle me, with little to no regard for the implications of the time-space violations.) I just want to spend this time doing something productive--something I can look back on without thinking, "Man, that was a waste." I suppose now would have been the perfect time for a trip back west, but I've already booked that for the first week of June, to go to a friend's wedding. (Oh--that reminds me: Family. Guess what? I'm going to back from June 4 to June 8th! Can I bunk with you? You don't mind, right?) So we'll have to find something else--preferably something that's not "and then he played video-games for 8 straight days."
I think I'll be okay, though. As long as I don't start doing weird and abnormal things out of sheer boredom.

You know what tastes good on pizza? Banana slices.

Later Days.