Last night was a midnight showing of Labyrinth at the Dixie. It was a little fantastical, both because it was an actual film instead of a DVD, and because Matt, Reesa, and I sung along. Also, Matt was drunk. The following exchanges occurred:

Matt: I don't see what the big deal is, it's gonna be exactly the same as a DVD.
Me: That's not true. It's going to sound worse and look fuzzier.
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*Line from the movie about "terrible black oubliette"*
Me: Why does it always have to be about race?
Matt: If it were a terrible white oubliette she wouldn't be trying to get away.
Girl behind us: That's horrible.
Matt: It's ok, the black man said it.
GBU: Oh *Laughs*

There was a costume contest, which I did not participate in despite having a costume. I followed the Daniel "Oz" Osbourne school of costume design, so I was sporting a label affixed to my t-shirt. It read, "FROM: Major Tom, c/o the Action Man TO: David Bowie." So I attended the screening as David Bowie's package.

My Dr. Horrible costume proceeds apace. Goggles, boots, and pants are in my possession. Black gloves and a lab coat remain. Since it's just a Halloween costume and not for cons, I'll probably take the cheaper way out and grab the standard mad scientist costume and die the coat red. Once I have everything (sometime next month) I'll take pictures, along with a pic of my mask from Venice, which I promised a million years ago.

That's about it. Thesis work continues apace.