Monday night I went to see Metal Skool at the Roxy with Candace. It was an amazing show! I didn't realise the extent of their act (it is more than just cover tunes), and it was very, very funny. They played, among others, Shout At The Devil, Jump, Photograph, Livin' On A Prayer, Here I Go Again and We're Not Gonna Take It. Amidst the hoards of drunken ladies the band would hoist on stage to oblige their every objectifying whim, Steve-O from Jackass took it upon himself to get in on the act and whip his piece out. Davey Havok from AFI joined them to sing Livewire (awesome), and Scott Ian from Anthrax jammed on Whole Lotta Rosie. If this cavalcade of metal mayhem was not enough, they got a guy with no legs to sing Sweet Child O' Mine with them. This is truly really what Hollywood is all about. I can't believe it took me so long to make it to a show (though I understand they're not all quite as crazy as this one was).

Today I took to the field of battle with Lucas, Beau and Cliff by my side, to compete in an intra-mural dodgeball competition (to promote the release of the movie today, I guess). I guess we did okay, although we didn't make it out of the pools and into the knockout competition. We managed to win one game (even though we had to get some members of the opposing team out more than once), but got absolutely hammered by a team made up of Trojan football-players. Despite Cliff's heroic last stand, one man alone could stand up to such an onslaught for only so long.

In other news: I finally finished Foucault's Discipline and Punish! It has been a long road, begun back in July, but at last I am done. The last chapter was perhaps the most interesting to boot. It is with great pride that I strike it from the list on the right. Millar, you're next.