as some of you may know, i was named after a character on a british sitcom that my parents loved in the early eighties, when they lived in england. they found the series on vhs somewhere, and a nameless kind soul put the entire thing on dvd for them. hence, when i went to ithaca this past weekend, i met gemma palmer, my namesake. (or am i her namesake? *looks up "namesake"* well, i'll use the princeton definition and say we are namesakes of each other...)
favorite scene: gemma, in the process of remaking herself after her long-term boyfriend proves himself a complete imbecile, walks into a library and confronts the librarian, who once exhibited a lack of understanding toward gemma and a girlfriend. after setting said librarian straight about the state of her face ("crumpled newspaper"), gemma smiles sweetly, pulls a bicycle horn from her bag, and saunters from the library as a one-man band.
my father's comment: "did we name you well, or what?"