Box Jellyfish and How I Cannot Use a Sewing Machine

Dear Mon,

It has been a while since we've written on this blog. I almost felt there would be no need continuing the blog during the summer since we saw each other much more often. Of course, I've been wrong on many occasions, including this one. Let's be glad for that.

Yes, we have a follower! The lovely "Red" that I mentioned in my graduation blog has stumbled onto our little means of communication. We'll manage, with or without fans.

I wonder if wisewit still lurks around our page...

You had mentioned the film "Seven Pounds" and how box jellyfish look adorable. I shall warn you beforehand that you must not see this film. It is utterly depressing, milks dramatic moments in hopes it would win an Oscar (it didn't), and the main guy dies at the end in one of the most excruciating manners I can imagine. Considering how you read the film's synopsis, I can safely assume you know the box jellyfish you're gushing over only looks adorable.

Which leads me to another subject-- with films that have been in theatres this year like "Tooth Fairy," "Furry Vengeance," "Marmaduke," and eventually "Stretch Armstrong," it begs the question if film executives will ever learn that not everything is marketable. As much as I can gush about Repo Man: The Genetic Opera, it doesn't change the fact that "Seventeen" was a song the film would have been better without.

Alas, Mechacon is approaching more quickly than desired, and I find myself rushing a little to finish these costumes before I officially retire for the rest of the year.

Our sewing machine is out to get me. The stitching comes out horrible, and I'm reserved to hand-stitching. That's all I'll say on that subject.

I could write more stuff, but I'm too tired, and there's no amount of Roseanne that can keep me awake. Goodnight, Mon.

Pita