Du and I skipped out of work early today for the French film festival at the art museum. Because chic and pretentious is how we roll. It's the second year we've come together for films about French boys (in a non-creepy way), and Le Petit Nicolas was a great throwback to M. Herbert's class. I learned so many words that don't come into every day conversation from that series. Like petit chouchou, millefeuille, and langoustine (little cabbage/darling, napoleon, and lobster). And no, I don't know why I only remember food names. (PS. GAK: We need you to visit Boston.)
Today's nonsensical quote of the day.
Young Bo: Whitecastle thinks too highly of himself for [death by hanging]. The only way he's going to die young is murder.
She has obviously considered the issue very carefully.
Today's no-nonsense quote of the day.
Doc Winner: Ever since becoming a faculty [last week], I've realized that I can't stand research assistants. You're lucky I even talk to you.
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