Monday Miscellany

1. America's Best Dance Crew is a highly entertaining show. It started as just another American Idol ripoff show, complete with the three judges and everything, but the actual dance crews are really talented and do some amazing stuff. I wasn't aware that there was even such a thing as a dance crew, but apparently there is, and they are good.*

2. Sometimes, I proctor SAT and ACT tests on the weekend, which I find provides me with opportunities to observe my potential readers in their (semi-)natural habitats. This weekend, I watched a high school junior girl flirt with a high school junior boy by sitting on his test booklet during a break. I don't know what I'm going to do with that, but I'm going to do something.

3. Maggie Stiefvater is fast becoming one of my favorite blogging writers. Take a look at her Meme of Evil, aka 25 Types of Evil Villains. My favorite ones include number 11 ("I'm evil because I'm lava"), number 25 ("I'm a germ. It's what I do"), and number 4 ("I hardly call plans for world domination 'evil'").

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* I pick Beat Freaks for the win, by the way. They're an all-girl crew, which is unusual for this show (apparently "dance crewing" or whatever it's called is a male-dominated sport? event? thing?), and they are, in a word, fantastic. Watching them gives me chills. Take a look. (Their performance starts about 15:15 in, and you want to watch on the Mtv site, because none of the YouTube videos have the resolution you need to see these women work.)

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