Switching

Hey nonexistant readers,

I'm here with an apology, an excuse, and a make-up present. I'm sorry for not updating much (at all) recently. School has been crazy, and I've also found a replacement for blogger: I have a *tumblr*. Hush hush. Anyway, it's got the same domain as this one: fangirlasylum.tumblr.com, and pretty much the same content matter. I encourage you to check it out. However, if you really, really, really want me to continue with this blog, all it takes is a comment....

Love,
E.J.

Probably One Of The Best Videos I've Seen All Year

There is too much win in this video to be expressed with words that I'm not even going to try.
But hey, who's excited about Fringe S4? I haven't seen it yet, but the preview looked awesome.
Oh, hello to my Russian reader (readers? I don't know)! Is it cold up there? The place where I live is still acting like summer (freakin' mosquitoes EVERYWHERE).

I'm Gonna Go And Fire It Up, Honey, Gonna Turn Back Time

I'm midway through season 2 of Fringe in an attempt to catch up before season 4 airs (I've already seen season 3) and while watching an episode called White Tulips I couldn't help but notice some glaring similarities to the rock opera Broken Bride, by Ludo. In Fringe, the main character is a professor who "rages against the constant C, the speed of light" (-Ludo) in order to save his fiancee from a car crash on an early afternoon in May ("Morning in May" is actually one of the titles of the songs). For a long time he is unsuccessful, always traveling to the wrong point in time (although the main character of Broken Bride travels to the Dinosaur Age and the Zombie Apocalypse instead of a train in Boston- whatever). Finally he manages to "get back to that morning in May." However, he knows he can't save her and, "As (she's) starting the car and (he's) tearing inside, (he) knocks on the window, (she stops) just in time... 'Baby, I thought I'd come along for the ride'" Admittedly, I wasn't crying at the end of White Tulips like I was during Broken Bride, but it's Ludo we're talking about.
I'm not accusing anyone of plagarism, in fact I was kind of excited to notice the similarities. If you're a Fringe fan, I definitely recommend listening to it- the songs are Broken Bride, Save Our City, Tonight's The Night, The Lamb and the Dragon, and Morning in May, and they're all amazing. I don't know if Ludo fans would appreciate the episode as much if they don't follow Fringe regularly (it's got some major plot points that may be confusing) but if anyone else noticed these similarities, do comment (I'm not the first one, either). In theory, I love hearing from you guys, although I don't have much experience in real life (#Guilttrip).
Well, that's all for now. Stay safe, don't do drugs, and enjoy your Septembers!

What's On Your Bookshelf?

One of the first things I do when at a person's house for the first time is to find and examine their bookshelf. If there is just one shelf of books in pristine, fresh-printed books, it's usually a safe bet that this person is either a Kindle or Nook person, or doesn't really read much. However, if the person is more like me, and their immense supply of books is falling off the shelves and onto the desk, dresser and bed, than this person is probably a bibliophile after my own heart.

Even more telling in some cases is the person's library shelf. The books and materials that they don't have the money or desire to buy, but still want to posses for a short time. At the moment, my library shelf contains two seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (I told you you I was going to become slightly obsessed), three Series Of Unfortunate Events books (a heavy dose of nostalgia- I'm re-discovering how hilarious and fascinating they are after being in love with them in first and second grade), two Scott Pilgrim graphic novels, a book of Neil Gaiman short stories, several sci-fi novels, three YA romance novels, a knitting book, and a non-fiction book about the periodic table of elements that I'm reading for fun. From this odd mixture one can tell I check out more books than I can read with a high-school student's schedule, and I have no idea what genre of book I prefer (actually, post-apocalypse dystopian or dark fantasy/humor but whatever- I read a ton of different of different books). Alternatively, my friend Meg currently has only one book out from the library- an anthology of four Shakespeare tragedies. Which means she's crazy smart, a nerd, and has a reasonable sense of how much a student can read in her free time.

What's on your library shelf?

Ha Ha Freaking Ha

It is plain to see by the number of pageveiws of the last post that you readers prefer "asylum" to "fangirl". Also, my name is not Eunice Jesophat. The Other One is somewhat insane. Obviously. Anyway, she was right that I've been rather busy with school. I will try to post a more normal (in both content and length) post at a later date.

Introductions, part 2

A total of nineteen posts, including the non-published ones, since March. Well, that's just sad. I disapprove.

There's a maximum of 52 of you out there (highly unlikely) and in case you haven't noticed, this isn't your normal blogger. You can call me The Other One. I'm "E.J."'s annoying multiple personality, and at the moment she's too busy searching for truth and cookies to do a blog post. Which leaves me as the one screaming my thoughts to an unfeeling, ignorant internet.

E.J. and I will be returning to school in four days (five counting today) so who knows when you'll be hearing from either of us again.

E.J. is not her real name either, by the way. It stands for Eunice Jesophat. She probably doesn't want me blahging that for the whole internet to read but none the less it is the truth. Nobody cares about your secret identity, Eunice. I don't think "Eyez" is very high on anybody's hit list.

Since I'm not reviewing anything, or talking about school choirs and how they shouldn't cover Glee covers (Eunice's most-read post, ranking in at a pathetic 11 pageviews) there's a good chance no one will ever read this.

Good grief, Eunice, your self-pitying resignation to anonymity is rubbing off on me. Stop that now.

Goodbye, Italy, America, Canada, Germany, The United Kingdom, Denmark, Estonia and India!

Fear Me, For I Am Eyez: The Searcher of Truth And Cookies

I don't know if I should really be getting such a feeling of validation and general awesomeness simply because I received a nickname from someone who I only know based upon his blog posts and Tweets, and who only knows me based upon a thesis title I wrote in the comments section of one of the aforementioned blog posts.

A bit of background for those lucky few of my readers out there who don't live inside my head (it's crazycakes in here). Dan Bergstein is famous in some circles as the author of the Blogging Twilight and Blogging Harry Potter series. Serieses? Plural series on Sparknotes.com. He is a bit of a folk hero to some of us geeky girls who spend too much time on the internet.

Anyway, in a recent Blogging Harry Potter post, the readers were told that if we came up with a thesis title (not the actual paper, mind you, just the title) we would be rewarded with a nickname. I submitted mine ("The Llamasaur: What It Is, Where It's Been Hiding, And It's Potential Effects On The Theory Of Evolution") and was rewarded with the nickname Eyez: The Searcher of Truth and Cookies.

I can already feel this Eyez personality developing. She's everything I wish I could be in my more insane moments. She probably rides a Llamasaur. The Llamasaur probably has a funny/clever name, like Poncho or Tenniseir. She's self confident and she fights crime, and she's sarcastic and smart and a little insane. And, of course, she spends her days searching for the perfect truth and the perfect cookie.

Then again, I'm totally reading way too much into this. It's just a nickname. But nonetheless, I still feel pretty awesome.

Eyez out!

P.S. I've found out how to insert a link!!! It's not as complicated as I assumed it was. I feel quite proud of myself.