Okay, the food situation for OfficeCon: Please eat early lunches before you come and bring money for pizza. We have PLENTY of leftover Christmas cookies and would be more than happy for you to eat those to your hearts' content. We are not so much up on other snacks, so if there's something you absolutely must have, I'd suggest bringing it.
Again, come around 11:30 so we can start at noon. Wednesday.
Thank you and, again, Merry Christmas and Happy Hogswatch!
So when you hook the hose up to your tailpipe, don't expect to wake up and get toast for breakfast. The toast is you.
25 December 2006
24 December 2006
White Christmas?
I'm only going to say this once. It's CHRISTMAS EVE, people. It should be SNOWING! Damn global warming.
Ok, that is all. You may now return to your festivities.
So when you hook the hose up to your tailpipe, don't expect to wake up and get toast for breakfast. The toast is you.
Ok, that is all. You may now return to your festivities.
So when you hook the hose up to your tailpipe, don't expect to wake up and get toast for breakfast. The toast is you.
23 December 2006
I shall kill the President... Thereby becoming the President...
Great job, Michael and Erin, keep it coming. I am quite amused. I've been reading the months they reviewed, makes me miss going to school with Michael. Ironic that I'm currently working on lightsabers again. Jonah, you might not get yours, because I can't find the blade holder. Nathan's will certainly be done by Christmas. Should I withhold it until I can finish jonah's? If the part for it is still at school, then it will be spring before I can finish it since I don't have the resources at school to drill and tap holes for screws.
My first day of work at Arby's was yesterday, there's only so much worth saying about that. I was oriented. They showed me videos. Hurray for employee conditioning and subliminal control. Being underemployed is vaguely amusing. If I weren't leaving in three weeks, I'd take my dayshift manager's job.
I want Christmas!
So when you hook the hose up to your tailpipe, don't expect to wake up and get toast for breakfast. The toast is you.
My first day of work at Arby's was yesterday, there's only so much worth saying about that. I was oriented. They showed me videos. Hurray for employee conditioning and subliminal control. Being underemployed is vaguely amusing. If I weren't leaving in three weeks, I'd take my dayshift manager's job.
I want Christmas!
So when you hook the hose up to your tailpipe, don't expect to wake up and get toast for breakfast. The toast is you.
"Meredith, if you don't come to my party, you will be very, very sorry." "Is that a threat?" "No, it's an invitation!"
DETAILS OF OFFICECON!
What: We're watching The Office all day!
When: Wednesday, December 27, 11:30. I want to get started by noon.
Where: Casa Erin.
Food?: Please bring money for pizza. We'll have snacks, or at least lots of leftover Christmas cookies, but I'd suggest maybe eating an early lunch before you come. Honestly, we're having twenty-two guests over here tomorrow, and it is not the time to bug my mom about anything that comes after that. Maybe I will do another post about food when it is safe to bring it up.
Does that work?
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!
So when you hook the hose up to your tailpipe, don't expect to wake up and get toast for breakfast. The toast is you.
What: We're watching The Office all day!
When: Wednesday, December 27, 11:30. I want to get started by noon.
Where: Casa Erin.
Food?: Please bring money for pizza. We'll have snacks, or at least lots of leftover Christmas cookies, but I'd suggest maybe eating an early lunch before you come. Honestly, we're having twenty-two guests over here tomorrow, and it is not the time to bug my mom about anything that comes after that. Maybe I will do another post about food when it is safe to bring it up.
Does that work?
MERRY CHRISTMAS, EVERYBODY!
So when you hook the hose up to your tailpipe, don't expect to wake up and get toast for breakfast. The toast is you.
15 December 2006
grrr...
Since getting home, I have discovered that I have a dentist appointment on the 28th. Could we do OfficeCon on the 27th?
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
14 December 2006
12 December 2006
When I'm walking, I worry a lot about the efficiency of my path.
I have become an agent of procrastination. With nothing important to do, I set out on a quest to prevent others from getting work done. I found Jonah a willing soul, and we went to buy food at drug-mart. We had a time limit, because drug-mart would close in ten minutes. We also had a number of items to collect in this time limit before we could accomplish our goal, such as shoes and wallets. There was also the weather to worry about, which was vaguely wet. Jonah went commando wearing lounge pants, so he lost 3 hit points every minute he spent outside. We made our way to drug-mart in a most silly fashion, a strange sort of gait not disimilar to that of old 16-bit Nintendo characters.
Upon our arrival, a snack was quickly settled upon: cookies and milk. The ultimate question, however, was do we go for double stuff oreos, or original oreos? "Well," said Jonah, "the double stuff will quite obviously have more cream filling."
"Ah," I replied, "but with all the cream filling, there is not as much room in the bag for cookies." We examined the back labels of each sort of cookie; the double-stuff having 18 servings of 2 cookies and the original having 15 servings of 3 cookies. I was correct in my hypothesis, and we opted for the 45 original oreos rather than the 36 double-stuff. "Of course, 36 would be easier to split between two people," I reasoned. Jonah provided the the possibility that others in the house might grab a cookie or two, a variable I had not counted upon.
We returned home, satisfied with out procrastinatory purchase. Several cookies in, Jonah brought up a possible mistake. "Wait, if there is twice as much cream filling in a double-stuff oreo, and only three fourths as many cookies in a double-stuff package, wouldn't we have achieved a greater net enjoyment from double-stuff oreos?"
"Double-stuffing does not necessarily translate into double enjoyment. I would say one double-stuffed oreo is only 25% more enjoyable than one normal oreo. That means 4 double-stuff oreos are worth 5 normal oreos, so we're still getting the better deal when it comes to quantity of cookies in relation to how much we enjoy the entire bag."
"I'd say the double-stuffed oreos are at least 50% more enjoyable than normal ones."
"Well, that would make an entire bag of double-stuff oreos 25% more enjoyable to you, but there are too many opinion-based variables to consider, such as how much milk is consumed with each cookie, whether or not you eat the cream filling before you dunk, and so one. This leaves the quantity of cookies as the primary decision maker."
Jonah nodded, and we got on with less mathematically complicated methods of procrastination, such as blogging this entire debacle.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
Upon our arrival, a snack was quickly settled upon: cookies and milk. The ultimate question, however, was do we go for double stuff oreos, or original oreos? "Well," said Jonah, "the double stuff will quite obviously have more cream filling."
"Ah," I replied, "but with all the cream filling, there is not as much room in the bag for cookies." We examined the back labels of each sort of cookie; the double-stuff having 18 servings of 2 cookies and the original having 15 servings of 3 cookies. I was correct in my hypothesis, and we opted for the 45 original oreos rather than the 36 double-stuff. "Of course, 36 would be easier to split between two people," I reasoned. Jonah provided the the possibility that others in the house might grab a cookie or two, a variable I had not counted upon.
We returned home, satisfied with out procrastinatory purchase. Several cookies in, Jonah brought up a possible mistake. "Wait, if there is twice as much cream filling in a double-stuff oreo, and only three fourths as many cookies in a double-stuff package, wouldn't we have achieved a greater net enjoyment from double-stuff oreos?"
"Double-stuffing does not necessarily translate into double enjoyment. I would say one double-stuffed oreo is only 25% more enjoyable than one normal oreo. That means 4 double-stuff oreos are worth 5 normal oreos, so we're still getting the better deal when it comes to quantity of cookies in relation to how much we enjoy the entire bag."
"I'd say the double-stuffed oreos are at least 50% more enjoyable than normal ones."
"Well, that would make an entire bag of double-stuff oreos 25% more enjoyable to you, but there are too many opinion-based variables to consider, such as how much milk is consumed with each cookie, whether or not you eat the cream filling before you dunk, and so one. This leaves the quantity of cookies as the primary decision maker."
Jonah nodded, and we got on with less mathematically complicated methods of procrastination, such as blogging this entire debacle.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
I want people to be afraid of how much they love me. And I think I proved that today at the dojo.
OFFICECON!
I would like to propose a Con to watch The Office. Because it is going to be a gimmick in the end of the year post, and also, it is an awesome show and I think you all would really like it.
The propsed date is the 28th, but if that doesn't work please submit the dates that will or, perhaps, all the dates you know of that won't so that we can pick a date that will.
Location: I'm thinking my house
Now, here is the part where your vote counts. There are two seasons of The Office. The first season is six episodes long, and the second season is 22 episodes long. By Michael's calculation, watching all of these episodes would take about 10 hours and 15 minutes. Watching only the second season would take 8 hours and fifteen minutes, but some amount of character development would be lost, plus the Alliance episode, which is one of my favorites, and also, I might get a little twitchy because watching a second season without a first season does that to me. But, you know, I'd get over it.
You guys are troopers. You've done OscarCon and StarWarsRelatedChicaneryCon. I believe you could do this if you want to. But the worst thing that could happen would be if you lost interest or had to go before Casino Night, the second season finale. Because that is one of the best episodes in the history of television. So, let me know what you feel you can do. Vote.
It has also been proposed that we cut out a couple of the first season episodes or that we pick it up another time if necessary. Just let me know what you feel you are capable of.
You will not regret attending this con. After all, "Ain't no party like a Scranton party."
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
I would like to propose a Con to watch The Office. Because it is going to be a gimmick in the end of the year post, and also, it is an awesome show and I think you all would really like it.
The propsed date is the 28th, but if that doesn't work please submit the dates that will or, perhaps, all the dates you know of that won't so that we can pick a date that will.
Location: I'm thinking my house
Now, here is the part where your vote counts. There are two seasons of The Office. The first season is six episodes long, and the second season is 22 episodes long. By Michael's calculation, watching all of these episodes would take about 10 hours and 15 minutes. Watching only the second season would take 8 hours and fifteen minutes, but some amount of character development would be lost, plus the Alliance episode, which is one of my favorites, and also, I might get a little twitchy because watching a second season without a first season does that to me. But, you know, I'd get over it.
You guys are troopers. You've done OscarCon and StarWarsRelatedChicaneryCon. I believe you could do this if you want to. But the worst thing that could happen would be if you lost interest or had to go before Casino Night, the second season finale. Because that is one of the best episodes in the history of television. So, let me know what you feel you can do. Vote.
It has also been proposed that we cut out a couple of the first season episodes or that we pick it up another time if necessary. Just let me know what you feel you are capable of.
You will not regret attending this con. After all, "Ain't no party like a Scranton party."
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
10 December 2006
Things I should have mentioned some time ago, part the first
So I'm not as pissed off as Jonah, but I was slightly annoyed about this whole blogger thing, because I, too had an interesting post to make and I, too, was prevented from doing it because I was too lazy to set up a google account at the time. Therefore I, too, will post it now.
Adam is gone. He has been gone fully a week now. I can't say I miss him all that much. I have enjoyed sleeping at night without him waking me up. I have enjoyed being able to work in my room in the daytime without fear of waking him up. In fact, in the week since Adam's departure, my room has suddenly become the Annex party room. I walk in and find people just hanging out there. This is not really a bad thing yet, although it may get annoying soon.
What's happened since break is that the Annex finally feels like home. And not just in the sense of a place to live, but in the sense of a place where you feel loved and welcomed by the other people there. Not all of them, obviously, but enough that I really feel like I'm a part of this place. And not just because my room is huge and my new roommate has an SNES. (WHich is actually a step up from the Annex's usual form of entertainment, NES. I'm getting to be quite good at Super Mario Bros. 3.)
My new roommate is Chalkey. It's very difficult to describe Chalkey in one post, but suffice it to say he's a five foot three Korean-Japanese American and half the Annex thinks he and I are actually gay together. Upon discovering that, we decided to let them keep thinking it. We also now have our own personal Ogre. His name is Jered. He's enormous, but not in a bad way. We control him by means of the Super Nintendo and force him to do our bidding. For christmas, we bought him a cocktail fork. He was confused.
So in short, life in the Annex is good. Life outside the Annex, maybe not so much. But I'll get to that part a little later. That's why this is part the first.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
Adam is gone. He has been gone fully a week now. I can't say I miss him all that much. I have enjoyed sleeping at night without him waking me up. I have enjoyed being able to work in my room in the daytime without fear of waking him up. In fact, in the week since Adam's departure, my room has suddenly become the Annex party room. I walk in and find people just hanging out there. This is not really a bad thing yet, although it may get annoying soon.
What's happened since break is that the Annex finally feels like home. And not just in the sense of a place to live, but in the sense of a place where you feel loved and welcomed by the other people there. Not all of them, obviously, but enough that I really feel like I'm a part of this place. And not just because my room is huge and my new roommate has an SNES. (WHich is actually a step up from the Annex's usual form of entertainment, NES. I'm getting to be quite good at Super Mario Bros. 3.)
My new roommate is Chalkey. It's very difficult to describe Chalkey in one post, but suffice it to say he's a five foot three Korean-Japanese American and half the Annex thinks he and I are actually gay together. Upon discovering that, we decided to let them keep thinking it. We also now have our own personal Ogre. His name is Jered. He's enormous, but not in a bad way. We control him by means of the Super Nintendo and force him to do our bidding. For christmas, we bought him a cocktail fork. He was confused.
So in short, life in the Annex is good. Life outside the Annex, maybe not so much. But I'll get to that part a little later. That's why this is part the first.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
Thog wonders how Thog will cope with life outside jailhouse walls
I realized another reason I changed it: Blogger would probably make me do it eventually anyway. I wrote an essay about this, actually, how upgrades can drive you crazy, but you kinda have to go with them eventually, anyway. It's part of the singularity. Anyway, it turns out there's some pretty cool stuff with this beta thing.
I think we're all going through some pretty nutty shit, and next week will be most welcome. You see, Jonah, you reached that point when everyone knew you and watched you change from one person to another. People here don't know the dynamics or history behind you. No one knows your origin story. Trust me, I've had the same problem. I'm not the wacky yet lovable character with a lot of people here, I'm a novelty that got old after a month. When you have your ego here, it's not seen as adorable by everyone because no one knows you well enough to not care how conceited you act. Almost no one here knows my normal side, and I'm going to have a hard time introducing it to people.
I miss everyone, and I'm killing this week with every last ounce of strength.
I suggest we all begin talking in Istep memory code, there's a dictionary on facebook.
SARAH FOUND MY CELL PHONE! I'M A REAL PERSON AGAIN!
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
I think we're all going through some pretty nutty shit, and next week will be most welcome. You see, Jonah, you reached that point when everyone knew you and watched you change from one person to another. People here don't know the dynamics or history behind you. No one knows your origin story. Trust me, I've had the same problem. I'm not the wacky yet lovable character with a lot of people here, I'm a novelty that got old after a month. When you have your ego here, it's not seen as adorable by everyone because no one knows you well enough to not care how conceited you act. Almost no one here knows my normal side, and I'm going to have a hard time introducing it to people.
I miss everyone, and I'm killing this week with every last ounce of strength.
I suggest we all begin talking in Istep memory code, there's a dictionary on facebook.
SARAH FOUND MY CELL PHONE! I'M A REAL PERSON AGAIN!
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
Foxes
What the hell ever happened to democracy, Michael Christie?
This blog belongs to all of us, and I, for one, think that all of us should have been consulted about moving it to the new blogger which, by the way, I hate. On principle.
I hate that everything upgrades, and it gets "better" but better just means more complicated and scarier, and they say you don't have to upgrade, but then thye get you on some feature. Yeah, you don't have to get the new iTunes, but we'll be damned if we'll let you share songs with people who have it. Yeah, you don't have to show up on the news feed, but if you don't everyone will forget about you and no one will ever visit your profile. Yeah, you don't have to switch to the new Blogger, but you do if you want to post on a blog that has, and once you switch over so you can do that you automatically move all your other blogs over, too! I'm pretty pissed. The number of times I've refrained from saying "fuck" in this post is actually pretty overwhelming.
I was really excited about the deep insightful post I was going to make tonight until I found out that I couldn't until I sold my soul to Google. Now I don't even care. There's really nothing to be done now, but I want it known that I'm angry.
...
...
But now that that's over with, I kind of want to talk about what I wanted to talk about before I got caught up in what I admit probably only made me angry because it caught me in a bad mood and delayed my talking about it in the only way available to me at 2 AM when no one's online.
I feel like I might be turning into a person I don't like here. I think maybe I'm turning into a self-obsessed jerk who talks about his girlfriend all the time but also wants every girl to like him, who can't accept a compliment graciously but takes offense at the smallest insult. I feel like when I'm genuinely nice people see it as fake, and when I get vehement during a discussion in class, for the sake of argument, they think I really care. I'm afraid there are people who see me in really negative ways, and I don't how that happened and I really don't like it.
I guess the question is, is this a perception thing, or have I really changed as a person? If I'm the same me but people are misjudging me, that's a bummer, but if some or all of these things are true and I'm changing for the worst, that's a tragedy. I reached a point in high school when I was finally happy with who I was and now I feel like that's slipping away, after I'd barely known it. My tower is falling. Jenga.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
This blog belongs to all of us, and I, for one, think that all of us should have been consulted about moving it to the new blogger which, by the way, I hate. On principle.
I hate that everything upgrades, and it gets "better" but better just means more complicated and scarier, and they say you don't have to upgrade, but then thye get you on some feature. Yeah, you don't have to get the new iTunes, but we'll be damned if we'll let you share songs with people who have it. Yeah, you don't have to show up on the news feed, but if you don't everyone will forget about you and no one will ever visit your profile. Yeah, you don't have to switch to the new Blogger, but you do if you want to post on a blog that has, and once you switch over so you can do that you automatically move all your other blogs over, too! I'm pretty pissed. The number of times I've refrained from saying "fuck" in this post is actually pretty overwhelming.
I was really excited about the deep insightful post I was going to make tonight until I found out that I couldn't until I sold my soul to Google. Now I don't even care. There's really nothing to be done now, but I want it known that I'm angry.
...
...
But now that that's over with, I kind of want to talk about what I wanted to talk about before I got caught up in what I admit probably only made me angry because it caught me in a bad mood and delayed my talking about it in the only way available to me at 2 AM when no one's online.
I feel like I might be turning into a person I don't like here. I think maybe I'm turning into a self-obsessed jerk who talks about his girlfriend all the time but also wants every girl to like him, who can't accept a compliment graciously but takes offense at the smallest insult. I feel like when I'm genuinely nice people see it as fake, and when I get vehement during a discussion in class, for the sake of argument, they think I really care. I'm afraid there are people who see me in really negative ways, and I don't how that happened and I really don't like it.
I guess the question is, is this a perception thing, or have I really changed as a person? If I'm the same me but people are misjudging me, that's a bummer, but if some or all of these things are true and I'm changing for the worst, that's a tragedy. I reached a point in high school when I was finally happy with who I was and now I feel like that's slipping away, after I'd barely known it. My tower is falling. Jenga.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
09 December 2006
I even baked them a cake shaped like the internet!
I, for some reason, probably because I'm weak willed and Michael would slowly become more and more annoying about it, switched to the beta form of blogger. if you've got a gmail account or something, you can use that. otherwise, click things that need to be clicked next time you sign in to blogger.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
08 December 2006
For liberty I uttered a prayer
ALMOST DONE WITH THE SEMESTER! ALMOST TIME TO GO HOME FOR CHRISTMAS! VICTORY LAP... kind of!
It has been a long time since I have posted. I know this, and I am sorry. As I explained to Michael in what he deemed to be like a talking head from The Office: This has been the semester of ass-kicking, and the name that has been taken is mine.
But I have now finished all of my papers and all but one of my tests, so things are looking up. In fact, I'm looking forward to a much better next semester. This is a dangerous thing to do, maybe, because I still have a job and Hanover is still hard and my roommate is still crazy. But... I can hope, right?
The only test I have left is a final for what, God willing, has been my last class actually in German, which is exciting. Although I will have to take another class with Dr. Randall, a woman who a) thinks the Holocaust did not happen and b) cannot teach to save her life. Every class we spend the first half of class going over the EXACT SAME THING we learned in the previous class. Meaning we're basically reading our notes for twenty minutes. Then we play a game she loves called "Guess the Magic Word." This is a game where we will be "discussing" a story, and she asks us a question and there is a certain word or perhaps phrase with which she wants us to answer. We could give every synonym of that word possible, and we could demonstrate that we understand the concept perfectly, but if we do not say that one, specific, magic word, we do not win, and she will keep saying, "No, you guys, you have to look deeper. You have to get beyond this." And if it goes on long enough she may try to convince us that we are all incredibly naive about life, politics in particular, but literature at the moment. It's really frustrating for me, especially, because I know that I know more about literature than she does. She tried to teach us that Kafka invented the first-person narrative, for God's sake! In 1911! Because it's not like that was the most popular form of the novel in the eighteenth century so that you could pretend it was a "true story" and not a novel, or anything. It's not like Jane Eyre ("Reader, I married him."), for example, was published in 1847. She keeps trying to get us to extract things from stories that are not there, which is the number one rule of Things Thou Shallt Not Do in literary analysis. You can tell I get really worked up about it. But the problem is that I can't express all of this in German; I can't express my understanding of the texts in German; the magic word is in German. My knowledge exceeds my vocabulary. It sucks. And her "teaching style," if you could call it that, sucks, and she didn't even let us fill out evaluations so that I could bitch about it in an official capacity. So you guys got to hear about it. Sorry.
The other day I was thinking: I can't shake the feeling today that if my life were an episode of The Office, I would be Pam. I feel very Pam today. My roommates keep being their ridiculous selves, and I feel like all I can do is be as understated as I can and shoot exasperated looks at The Camera That Is Not There. (If you've been watching The Office for long enough, somehow you always think the camera is there.)
I mean, one roommate is apathetic about everything except her boyfriend, in whose room she spends most of her time. I mean, like Eeyore apathetic. She knows this; she has no problem with it. Nor do I really, it just amuses me sometimes.
The other roommate has diagnosed depression and OCD, plus a brain cyst, but I think she may have manic episodes, too, because it sure as hell seems like it. Case in point, the other day. Roommate: "OHMYGOSH. Sam says we can do the recycling now instead of later. AREN'T YOU EXCITED?" Me: "That's... sure. Good." Roommate: "Come on! Get Kelly! Let's do it right now!" Me: "*sigh* Okay." Kelly was not in the room where she sent me to get Kelly. So I just stood there until she came out and I was like, "Kelly's not here," so she ran upstairs to get her in her immense recycling enthusiasm. Not understanding, at all, that it was not exciting, because doing the recyclying was going to take the same amount of time regardless of when we did it.
I end up being the normal person with the normal amount of enthusiasm an overwhelming amount of the time. And I get understated around this roommate especially because I feel the unconscious need to compensate.
Thus, I become Pam-like.
Roommate is the person who bursts into a room and makes a ridiculous announcement reminiscent of, (though never exactly this problem), "I burned my foot on a George Foreman grill!"
And I am Pam. "Please don't throw garbage at me."
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
It has been a long time since I have posted. I know this, and I am sorry. As I explained to Michael in what he deemed to be like a talking head from The Office: This has been the semester of ass-kicking, and the name that has been taken is mine.
But I have now finished all of my papers and all but one of my tests, so things are looking up. In fact, I'm looking forward to a much better next semester. This is a dangerous thing to do, maybe, because I still have a job and Hanover is still hard and my roommate is still crazy. But... I can hope, right?
The only test I have left is a final for what, God willing, has been my last class actually in German, which is exciting. Although I will have to take another class with Dr. Randall, a woman who a) thinks the Holocaust did not happen and b) cannot teach to save her life. Every class we spend the first half of class going over the EXACT SAME THING we learned in the previous class. Meaning we're basically reading our notes for twenty minutes. Then we play a game she loves called "Guess the Magic Word." This is a game where we will be "discussing" a story, and she asks us a question and there is a certain word or perhaps phrase with which she wants us to answer. We could give every synonym of that word possible, and we could demonstrate that we understand the concept perfectly, but if we do not say that one, specific, magic word, we do not win, and she will keep saying, "No, you guys, you have to look deeper. You have to get beyond this." And if it goes on long enough she may try to convince us that we are all incredibly naive about life, politics in particular, but literature at the moment. It's really frustrating for me, especially, because I know that I know more about literature than she does. She tried to teach us that Kafka invented the first-person narrative, for God's sake! In 1911! Because it's not like that was the most popular form of the novel in the eighteenth century so that you could pretend it was a "true story" and not a novel, or anything. It's not like Jane Eyre ("Reader, I married him."), for example, was published in 1847. She keeps trying to get us to extract things from stories that are not there, which is the number one rule of Things Thou Shallt Not Do in literary analysis. You can tell I get really worked up about it. But the problem is that I can't express all of this in German; I can't express my understanding of the texts in German; the magic word is in German. My knowledge exceeds my vocabulary. It sucks. And her "teaching style," if you could call it that, sucks, and she didn't even let us fill out evaluations so that I could bitch about it in an official capacity. So you guys got to hear about it. Sorry.
The other day I was thinking: I can't shake the feeling today that if my life were an episode of The Office, I would be Pam. I feel very Pam today. My roommates keep being their ridiculous selves, and I feel like all I can do is be as understated as I can and shoot exasperated looks at The Camera That Is Not There. (If you've been watching The Office for long enough, somehow you always think the camera is there.)
I mean, one roommate is apathetic about everything except her boyfriend, in whose room she spends most of her time. I mean, like Eeyore apathetic. She knows this; she has no problem with it. Nor do I really, it just amuses me sometimes.
The other roommate has diagnosed depression and OCD, plus a brain cyst, but I think she may have manic episodes, too, because it sure as hell seems like it. Case in point, the other day. Roommate: "OHMYGOSH. Sam says we can do the recycling now instead of later. AREN'T YOU EXCITED?" Me: "That's... sure. Good." Roommate: "Come on! Get Kelly! Let's do it right now!" Me: "*sigh* Okay." Kelly was not in the room where she sent me to get Kelly. So I just stood there until she came out and I was like, "Kelly's not here," so she ran upstairs to get her in her immense recycling enthusiasm. Not understanding, at all, that it was not exciting, because doing the recyclying was going to take the same amount of time regardless of when we did it.
I end up being the normal person with the normal amount of enthusiasm an overwhelming amount of the time. And I get understated around this roommate especially because I feel the unconscious need to compensate.
Thus, I become Pam-like.
Roommate is the person who bursts into a room and makes a ridiculous announcement reminiscent of, (though never exactly this problem), "I burned my foot on a George Foreman grill!"
And I am Pam. "Please don't throw garbage at me."
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
01 December 2006
The "Publish Post" Button
Everyone should check out Corndog, because I have made a big announcement. That is all.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
It's a rat-flail.
I thought it about that time to tell everyone what's going on in Marten land. I would first like to say that if I had a country or kingdom or something, I wouldn't call it Marten land, because that sounds pretty lame. It would have to be something like Martencia, or Martopia, or maybe Martenasia. Anyway, the semester is coming to a close, and a bad one at that. My FYS professor probably hates me at this point because of a presentation I basically threw away for lack of materials (read: left my paper in my room, too lazy to go get it). He's not exactly god-like when it comes to running the class, anyway, the discussions are pretty hit-or-miss and he's never clear about his expectations for any of our assignments. I'm looking forward to never seeing him again when I get a real advisor for my major(s). Did I mention those? Theatre and Philosophy? Yeah, depending on whether or not I can get a ride to grad school, I'll probably be living in a box after college. Still room in yours, Erin? Also, my cell phone is missing. I think it was actually a decepticon spy that transformed into a phone to intercept important messages, and now it's got enough information to prepare a full-scale assault. Prepare for the worst, guys.
I read the archives of vgcats while doing my chinese homework yesterday. It's funny every once in a while, but it seems like some kid read penny arcade, and decided they could do it, too, only with anime-style cat people.
So Guys That Sing have official rehearsal times, now. Hopefully everyone will show up to them. We still technically need a name, but I'm calling us Guys That Sing until someone thinks of something better. Maybe Wombatica. Ryan thinks we could sing at Seattle's or something, and get money. Money would be cool, since I still lack a job. On music, the luckiest is coming along slowly, but surely, now that I have the sheet music. I'm also considering arranging various pieces of videogame music, including a pokemon medly.
Aside from Chinese, finals don't really worry me. The projects in Tech will be a pain, but I've got Sarah and Nate to help out with those. TWO MORE WEEKS!
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
I read the archives of vgcats while doing my chinese homework yesterday. It's funny every once in a while, but it seems like some kid read penny arcade, and decided they could do it, too, only with anime-style cat people.
So Guys That Sing have official rehearsal times, now. Hopefully everyone will show up to them. We still technically need a name, but I'm calling us Guys That Sing until someone thinks of something better. Maybe Wombatica. Ryan thinks we could sing at Seattle's or something, and get money. Money would be cool, since I still lack a job. On music, the luckiest is coming along slowly, but surely, now that I have the sheet music. I'm also considering arranging various pieces of videogame music, including a pokemon medly.
Aside from Chinese, finals don't really worry me. The projects in Tech will be a pain, but I've got Sarah and Nate to help out with those. TWO MORE WEEKS!
America 2006, summed up in five words: Pie is not a liquid.
15 November 2006
"Little did he know that this seemingly innoculous event would lead to his imminent death"
So, I'm not usually one to plug movies, but you all should go see "Stranger than Fiction," at your first opportunity. It was one of the most enjoyable movies I've seen in some time. It had its weak spots, but anything with Emma Thompson, Will Ferrell, Dustin Hoffman, and Queen Latifah(not to mention Tony Hale from Arrested Development) can't be bad for long. Plus, Metafiction! Anyhow, very good movie, go see it.
So, now that I've told you something to do, it's time for me to tell you something not to do. Don't read Kafka's The Trial. Ever. If you absolutely must read it, stop after chapter nine and pretend it ends there. I guarantee it is a more satisfying ending. Do not under any circumstances finish this book. It will only serve to piss you off.
Actually, it might be a good idea to avoid Kafka altogether. He was a really, really weird guy.
So that's my recommendations for today. I'll end them by recommending that you try mixing Cranberry Juice, Grape Juice, and Pink Lemonade together. It's very tasty.
Don't you get it? If you die in Canada, you die in Real Life! EVERYTHING'S REAL THERE!
So, now that I've told you something to do, it's time for me to tell you something not to do. Don't read Kafka's The Trial. Ever. If you absolutely must read it, stop after chapter nine and pretend it ends there. I guarantee it is a more satisfying ending. Do not under any circumstances finish this book. It will only serve to piss you off.
Actually, it might be a good idea to avoid Kafka altogether. He was a really, really weird guy.
So that's my recommendations for today. I'll end them by recommending that you try mixing Cranberry Juice, Grape Juice, and Pink Lemonade together. It's very tasty.
Don't you get it? If you die in Canada, you die in Real Life! EVERYTHING'S REAL THERE!
11 November 2006
You must punch him in the center of his left butt cheek
I've been sparring with David from across the street every week or so, and, though I'm getting better at it, the large bruises on my arms are a pretty obvious testament to my ineptitude at unarmed combat. It's kind of interesting, the differences between using a sword and using the rest of your body. You have to move in a completely different pattern, and your targets get a lot smaller. When I use a weapon, it's an extension of my body, and it seems to be the most important part. My weapon can do all the circling and feinting for me, and my legs just have to move me in and out of range. I'm used to moving in straight lines, at least when it comes to attacking and retreating, so that reflects on my unarmed combat. I try to make the tiniest target possible, facing David almost completely sideways, and that sort of broadcasts everything I'm about to do, because it realy only allows me to do so many things. I make only one or two parts of my body useful for any kind of attack because I'm used to only attacking with one part of my body when I'm armed. Unarmed, however, I kind of have to think of myself in two ways, the body that is the weapon, and the body that is my opponents target. This kind of dichotemy confuses me, because I'm attacking with the same things I'm accustomed to defending, aside from my head and chest. Still, my whole body has to either move offensively or defensively, and I have to move more circularly, and throw my opponent off-balance. I can't wait for him to make a mistake, I have to make him make it, but hiding what direction I'm coming from.
Despite losing a lot, I enjoy this quite a bit. Is this healthy?
Don't you get it? If you die in Canada, you die in Real Life! EVERYTHING'S REAL THERE!
Despite losing a lot, I enjoy this quite a bit. Is this healthy?
Don't you get it? If you die in Canada, you die in Real Life! EVERYTHING'S REAL THERE!
04 November 2006
A story about a party
Okay, so I have to tell this story to all of you. It will either make you gain respect for me or lose it, I'm not really sure. I guess it depends on your perspective. As you may know, most of the people at Wooster drink. Most of the theatre people drink even more then most of the other people. So I knew there would be a lot of drinking at the cast party. So privately, I made a decision. I didn't tell anyone. I decided I was going to get drunk at the cast party. Just, you know, to see what it was like.
So I went to the party. And I got a beer. But then I realized I don't like beer, so I put it back. I figured I might as well get drunk on something that tastes good. So I got a hard lemonade. And I opened it. But I couldn't bering myself to take a sip. I kept trying, and I just couldn't do it. It was the strangest thing. It was like there was some mental block I'd put up that would not let me drink. Eventually I passed the open lemonade off to someone else and went home.
So yeah. For better or for worse, I'm not going to drink. Because now I know that even if I wanted to, I can't. Something in me just won't let me.
Humphrey Bogard: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
Meerkats on this motherfucking Iguanamobile. It's time to open some windows.
So I went to the party. And I got a beer. But then I realized I don't like beer, so I put it back. I figured I might as well get drunk on something that tastes good. So I got a hard lemonade. And I opened it. But I couldn't bering myself to take a sip. I kept trying, and I just couldn't do it. It was the strangest thing. It was like there was some mental block I'd put up that would not let me drink. Eventually I passed the open lemonade off to someone else and went home.
So yeah. For better or for worse, I'm not going to drink. Because now I know that even if I wanted to, I can't. Something in me just won't let me.
Humphrey Bogard: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
Meerkats on this motherfucking Iguanamobile. It's time to open some windows.
31 October 2006
Jack-O-Lantern
So, crazy stuff is going down at the College of Wooster, a happy, magical place where it rains frequently and some people are sometimes happy.
My big item of news, thought most of you already know, is that I've managed to snag the position of News Editor for the Wooster Voice. Technically I'm co-news editor, since I'm sharing the post with my friend Andrew. I'm really excited about it, although it is a tremendous amount of work and responsibility. I finally feel like I'm someone around campus, like I'm playing an important role that no one else is. I don't think too many freshmen get that opportunity.
I've also finally started working, doing bitchwork for the Ohio Light Opera. I don't mean that disrespectfully, I'm quite happy with the job. The pay sucks but the people are nice, the hours are flexible, and the work's not too challenging. I could do a lot worse. Plus there's a lot of opportunity for advancement, or for a really sweet summer job if I wanted it. I'll probably wave it in favor of going home for the summer. The other thing is that doing "bitchwork" for a group whose function is to stage Gilbert and Sullivan plays is somewhat emasculating. Maybe I'll stick to calling it "office work."
Today, for Halloween, a buch of kids from my Graphic Novel Seminar dressed up as different Graphic Novel characters. I'll post a picture of my costume and see if anyone save Nate and Marten can identify it. The other kids went as cats and mice from Art Spiegelman's Maus, which of course meant that they went as Jews (though the mice, David and Gillian, actually are Jewish) or as Nazis (Lindsay and Ryan are NOT Nazis).
I think we need a new template, btw...
Also, I am still updating Blogg the Art Show and Other Side of the Corndog, albeit infrequently. When NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow, I'll be posting it in bits on Corndog so you should try to keep up.
Clive Owen: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
chimpanzees on this motherfucking pogo stick. It's time to open some windows.
My big item of news, thought most of you already know, is that I've managed to snag the position of News Editor for the Wooster Voice. Technically I'm co-news editor, since I'm sharing the post with my friend Andrew. I'm really excited about it, although it is a tremendous amount of work and responsibility. I finally feel like I'm someone around campus, like I'm playing an important role that no one else is. I don't think too many freshmen get that opportunity.
I've also finally started working, doing bitchwork for the Ohio Light Opera. I don't mean that disrespectfully, I'm quite happy with the job. The pay sucks but the people are nice, the hours are flexible, and the work's not too challenging. I could do a lot worse. Plus there's a lot of opportunity for advancement, or for a really sweet summer job if I wanted it. I'll probably wave it in favor of going home for the summer. The other thing is that doing "bitchwork" for a group whose function is to stage Gilbert and Sullivan plays is somewhat emasculating. Maybe I'll stick to calling it "office work."
Today, for Halloween, a buch of kids from my Graphic Novel Seminar dressed up as different Graphic Novel characters. I'll post a picture of my costume and see if anyone save Nate and Marten can identify it. The other kids went as cats and mice from Art Spiegelman's Maus, which of course meant that they went as Jews (though the mice, David and Gillian, actually are Jewish) or as Nazis (Lindsay and Ryan are NOT Nazis).
I think we need a new template, btw...
Also, I am still updating Blogg the Art Show and Other Side of the Corndog, albeit infrequently. When NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow, I'll be posting it in bits on Corndog so you should try to keep up.
Clive Owen: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
chimpanzees on this motherfucking pogo stick. It's time to open some windows.
26 October 2006
Place holder for new title scheme!
I've had a decent time past few weeks. It'a really only been one since getting back to wooster, but it feels like longer. King Lear has taken up a large portion of my evenings. As Prop Master, however, I don't actually do much. My duties are as follows: about 2 hours before the house opens, I pre-set props, and at the end of the show I strike them. Durring the show, I sleep, read, do homework, complain, juggle, and generally kill time in a slow, painful manner. It seems like the sort of thing anyone can do, but based on the feedback I've received from the stage manager, I've decided that I'm conceptually vital. I'm sort of a stress lock; I'm there so Kristen doesn't have to worry about props, even though, in practice, they don't need that much attention, anyway.
Another good thing to come of Lear is Dale being too busy to make theatre tech very stressful, though he still manages to complicate some things durring class. Dale teaches with what I call the grandpa lecture method, meaning the majority of the subject matter is anecdotal. He basically spews history and technique for an hour and half, writing down very little, and not really outlining his point at all. If you have a bad, or even average memory, you basically have to write down everything he says word for word to get a decent score on his tests. Occasionally questions will be based on "stage lore." If Sturm's class should have counted as a tech credit, Dale's should count as a history, and maybe cultural perspectives class.
The only thing about Lear (kind of the center of my life at the moment) that really bothers me is the fact that I'm doing nothing when I could be spending time with Lindsay. That's right, gather round, it's another love interest. The interesting thing about this one, though, is that I can honestly say I have no real inhibitions with this one. I have no weird fears in the back of my head, aside from being wary of not having any fears, which is dumb. We can talk pretty much as easily as I can talk to any of you guys. I just have a really good feeling about things with her. It doesn't feel as though things happened for no real reason.
oh, and I've posted a few things on Untitled.
ME: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
no-longer-amusing templates on this motherfucking blog. It's time to change the bloody thing.
Another good thing to come of Lear is Dale being too busy to make theatre tech very stressful, though he still manages to complicate some things durring class. Dale teaches with what I call the grandpa lecture method, meaning the majority of the subject matter is anecdotal. He basically spews history and technique for an hour and half, writing down very little, and not really outlining his point at all. If you have a bad, or even average memory, you basically have to write down everything he says word for word to get a decent score on his tests. Occasionally questions will be based on "stage lore." If Sturm's class should have counted as a tech credit, Dale's should count as a history, and maybe cultural perspectives class.
The only thing about Lear (kind of the center of my life at the moment) that really bothers me is the fact that I'm doing nothing when I could be spending time with Lindsay. That's right, gather round, it's another love interest. The interesting thing about this one, though, is that I can honestly say I have no real inhibitions with this one. I have no weird fears in the back of my head, aside from being wary of not having any fears, which is dumb. We can talk pretty much as easily as I can talk to any of you guys. I just have a really good feeling about things with her. It doesn't feel as though things happened for no real reason.
oh, and I've posted a few things on Untitled.
ME: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
no-longer-amusing templates on this motherfucking blog. It's time to change the bloody thing.
12 October 2006
Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery
Hi everybody! Thank you so much for they wonderful birthday post! I feel so special.
I've had a really great birthday today. Everybody's been nice, I read and was complimented in Fiction and Poetry, I got a shirt from my mom that says "Mr. Darcy is my severest critic," I got Wintersmith and Lolita (because I said I wouldn't read Reading Lolita in Tehran until I'd read Lolita) (By the way, does anybody want a copy of Wintersmith, because my mom said she also got me that book for Christmas and will sell it to anybody who wants it). I got lots of cards and lots of love. I went out to dinner with some friends and had one glass of wine and it was completely legal. And then the people at the place made me put on a lobster hat and they sang to me. And then I got Whitney to watch The Office (my very own special birthday episode from NBC-- they did some fun Pam stuff which I liked, and Jim was sooo pretty), just for me! During the day I just watched movies and hung out with friends, and overall it has been a very good day.
The past few weeks have not been very good. To sum it up briefly (I may go into more detail later if you want details) I had two tests, two papers, and two presentations this week, plus all kinds of work to do for my job, plus some very bad things have been happening to my roommate. Like, her uncle killed himself and she has some kind of neurological problem that the neurologist can't figure out what it is and her fiancee broke up with her and her medication was making her more depressed than she would have been, and her parents pretty much suck because they made her come back to school when she just was not emotionally equipped to be here. And I had to deal with it all, pretty much by myself, and I felt pretty trapped and sad and freaked out for a while.
But it's a lot better now, and that's not the glass of wine talking. I love you guys so much and I'm sorry I haven't been online and available for communication more. I promise I will be from now on. I miss you guys. :) *hugs*
Now it's time for Story Time With Erin here in Erin's Room, so I have to go. Thank you again so very much for being so wonderful everyone, especially Jonah for deciding to give me the lovely gift of a birthday post.
Keira Knightley: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
penguins on this motherfucking popemobile. It's time to open some windows.
I've had a really great birthday today. Everybody's been nice, I read and was complimented in Fiction and Poetry, I got a shirt from my mom that says "Mr. Darcy is my severest critic," I got Wintersmith and Lolita (because I said I wouldn't read Reading Lolita in Tehran until I'd read Lolita) (By the way, does anybody want a copy of Wintersmith, because my mom said she also got me that book for Christmas and will sell it to anybody who wants it). I got lots of cards and lots of love. I went out to dinner with some friends and had one glass of wine and it was completely legal. And then the people at the place made me put on a lobster hat and they sang to me. And then I got Whitney to watch The Office (my very own special birthday episode from NBC-- they did some fun Pam stuff which I liked, and Jim was sooo pretty), just for me! During the day I just watched movies and hung out with friends, and overall it has been a very good day.
The past few weeks have not been very good. To sum it up briefly (I may go into more detail later if you want details) I had two tests, two papers, and two presentations this week, plus all kinds of work to do for my job, plus some very bad things have been happening to my roommate. Like, her uncle killed himself and she has some kind of neurological problem that the neurologist can't figure out what it is and her fiancee broke up with her and her medication was making her more depressed than she would have been, and her parents pretty much suck because they made her come back to school when she just was not emotionally equipped to be here. And I had to deal with it all, pretty much by myself, and I felt pretty trapped and sad and freaked out for a while.
But it's a lot better now, and that's not the glass of wine talking. I love you guys so much and I'm sorry I haven't been online and available for communication more. I promise I will be from now on. I miss you guys. :) *hugs*
Now it's time for Story Time With Erin here in Erin's Room, so I have to go. Thank you again so very much for being so wonderful everyone, especially Jonah for deciding to give me the lovely gift of a birthday post.
Keira Knightley: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
penguins on this motherfucking popemobile. It's time to open some windows.
Erin's birthday confetti
Laurence Fishburne: I know it's been a while since I've been on this blog, but I have something to say today that I think is important for everyone to hear. "Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking oompa loompas on this motherfucking jet ski. It's time to open some windows."
(awkward pause)
No, I remember, that wasn't it at all. I wanted to wish Erin a happy birthday.
Jonah: Thanks, Laurence, I'll take it from here. I hope that it's actually Erin's birthday, because I'm honestly going mostly on Facebook info here. But even if it isn't, I think it's a great time to come out and say how much Erin means to me. I first met Erin- (awkward pause) kind of a long time ago, and I don't really remember it. But it wasn't long afterward that I realized how awesome a person she was. Whether I was reading her Friendsfic or DIOMing with her, everywhere I saw what I know realize were just small hints of great things to come. And now I realize that the great writing and acting and general creativity I see in Erin is just a hint of what's surely to come as she enters the adult world. (What a scary place! I'm glad I don't have to go as soon as she does!)
Of course, what I'm leaving out is what a great friend Erin can be. She always gives me feedback on writing and pictures, even when I'm not as good at reciprocating, and I can always talk to her if we happen to both be on AIM.
Anyway, I've missed Erin (as well as the rest of you) much since she (and lately the rest of us) has been away at her college. I cry a little inside when she performs and I'm not there to see it. Anyway, on this, Erin Day, I encourage you all to post a little bit about your Erin experience, or good wishes for the birthday girl, or really anything because geez, we're dying here! People need to post!
Now I know what you're all saying. "Jonah, you put this in script form and began it with Laurence Fishburne! Why isn't it silly?" That's why I used the last of our entertainment budget to hire monkeys and meese in Reniassance-style costumes to attempt to perform the soundtrack to Moulin Rouge on accordians and suspended cymbals.
(The ridiculous scene described above is carried out and is funny. It ends when something unexpectedly explodes, but I leave the details do your imagination.)
(Meanwhile, Laurence opens a window and the Oompa Loompas are sucked off the jet ski.)
(awkward pause)
No, I remember, that wasn't it at all. I wanted to wish Erin a happy birthday.
Jonah: Thanks, Laurence, I'll take it from here. I hope that it's actually Erin's birthday, because I'm honestly going mostly on Facebook info here. But even if it isn't, I think it's a great time to come out and say how much Erin means to me. I first met Erin- (awkward pause) kind of a long time ago, and I don't really remember it. But it wasn't long afterward that I realized how awesome a person she was. Whether I was reading her Friendsfic or DIOMing with her, everywhere I saw what I know realize were just small hints of great things to come. And now I realize that the great writing and acting and general creativity I see in Erin is just a hint of what's surely to come as she enters the adult world. (What a scary place! I'm glad I don't have to go as soon as she does!)
Of course, what I'm leaving out is what a great friend Erin can be. She always gives me feedback on writing and pictures, even when I'm not as good at reciprocating, and I can always talk to her if we happen to both be on AIM.
Anyway, I've missed Erin (as well as the rest of you) much since she (and lately the rest of us) has been away at her college. I cry a little inside when she performs and I'm not there to see it. Anyway, on this, Erin Day, I encourage you all to post a little bit about your Erin experience, or good wishes for the birthday girl, or really anything because geez, we're dying here! People need to post!
Now I know what you're all saying. "Jonah, you put this in script form and began it with Laurence Fishburne! Why isn't it silly?" That's why I used the last of our entertainment budget to hire monkeys and meese in Reniassance-style costumes to attempt to perform the soundtrack to Moulin Rouge on accordians and suspended cymbals.
(The ridiculous scene described above is carried out and is funny. It ends when something unexpectedly explodes, but I leave the details do your imagination.)
(Meanwhile, Laurence opens a window and the Oompa Loompas are sucked off the jet ski.)
08 October 2006
Rage
I've returned to my old title scheme, things that are orange, because what I was going to use is now our template. So, anyway, rage.
I hate my roommates. When I found out that they were into drinking a lot and smoking both cigarettes and pot, I was amazingly cool about it. I said "They've made their choices and I've made mine but we can still get along and be friends and good roommates." It went well for the first month or so. I made two rules: no storing alcohol in the room, and no smoking in the room. The first they immediately began to ignore and I gave up on; the RA doesn't seem to care anyway about a fridge full of beer. But the second, they have been following. The smoking has been done outdoors or on the roof.
Today I walked into the room and immediately smelled marijuana and Febreze. It was extremely obvious.
"Alec," I said to my roommate who was blasting music on his brand new speakers, "Did you smoke in the room?"
"No," Alec replied.
"Really?"
"Yes. We had a rave party."
At this point I exploded and yelled, than opened my window and turned my fan on. (And would that have been a hard solution to think of, instead of spraying Febreze?) I've decided I'm going to tell them if they do it again I'm going straight to our RA. I won't have all my clothes smelling like drugs, nor will I do second-hand pot all night.
~O~
So, that's the rant, but I have to say that in general college has been awesome. I've made a lot of friends easily, I've done well in band and journalism, and I captured the flag (with Marten's help). I'll try to post a nice story next time.
George Clooney: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
pteradactyls on this motherfucking cable car. It's time to open some windows.
I hate my roommates. When I found out that they were into drinking a lot and smoking both cigarettes and pot, I was amazingly cool about it. I said "They've made their choices and I've made mine but we can still get along and be friends and good roommates." It went well for the first month or so. I made two rules: no storing alcohol in the room, and no smoking in the room. The first they immediately began to ignore and I gave up on; the RA doesn't seem to care anyway about a fridge full of beer. But the second, they have been following. The smoking has been done outdoors or on the roof.
Today I walked into the room and immediately smelled marijuana and Febreze. It was extremely obvious.
"Alec," I said to my roommate who was blasting music on his brand new speakers, "Did you smoke in the room?"
"No," Alec replied.
"Really?"
"Yes. We had a rave party."
At this point I exploded and yelled, than opened my window and turned my fan on. (And would that have been a hard solution to think of, instead of spraying Febreze?) I've decided I'm going to tell them if they do it again I'm going straight to our RA. I won't have all my clothes smelling like drugs, nor will I do second-hand pot all night.
~O~
So, that's the rant, but I have to say that in general college has been awesome. I've made a lot of friends easily, I've done well in band and journalism, and I captured the flag (with Marten's help). I'll try to post a nice story next time.
George Clooney: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
pteradactyls on this motherfucking cable car. It's time to open some windows.
30 September 2006
WHOA! NO W-IZZLE!
________: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
______ on this motherfucking ________. It's time to open some windows.
I think that's best with the blanks. Is that the whole point? Anyway, just writing to say: I'M BACK!!!! I just wanted to let you all know (well, those of you who were close with me in the past) that I miss you like CRAZY. Cornstalks, Marten, Michael, I never realized how much you guys meant to me until I didn't have you anymore. :(
______ on this motherfucking ________. It's time to open some windows.
I think that's best with the blanks. Is that the whole point? Anyway, just writing to say: I'M BACK!!!! I just wanted to let you all know (well, those of you who were close with me in the past) that I miss you like CRAZY. Cornstalks, Marten, Michael, I never realized how much you guys meant to me until I didn't have you anymore. :(
24 September 2006
Resistance is Futile
I haven't posted much because I've been ridiculously busy and most of what I've had to say was deemed too emo for this blog. I've basically been completely assimilated by the college theatre collective, which pretty much takes over the lives of its participants for an indefinate period of time. I calculated that in any given week I spend an average of 36 hours at Freelander. And that's as a freshman who hasn't even declared a major yet. Most of the theatre majors haven't left the building in nearly a year. It's like in Pirates 2 - they're becoming part of the walls.
But nonetheless, it's fun. Lear is actually on it's way to becoming my favorite Shakespeare play. And Clay is the most awesome director I've ever worked with. And eyes get plucked out, which is going to being the coolest thing ever. You can't beat a bit of Shakespearian eye-plucking. The eye-plucking scene is also my death scene, so it's basically the awesomest scene in the show.
The other really awesome things about this show are Lear's fool, played by this tiny, four foot ten junior who is currently completely upstaging the professional actor they hired to play Lear, and Patrick Midgley playing the Earl of Kent as King Lear's bouncer. The scenes with these two together are kind of the most amazing pieces of Shakespeare I have ever scene.
Sorry for all the writing about Theatre, but as I said, I have very little else to blog about.
Sarah Michelle Geller: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
turtledoves on this motherfucking nuclear submarine. It's time to open some windows.
But nonetheless, it's fun. Lear is actually on it's way to becoming my favorite Shakespeare play. And Clay is the most awesome director I've ever worked with. And eyes get plucked out, which is going to being the coolest thing ever. You can't beat a bit of Shakespearian eye-plucking. The eye-plucking scene is also my death scene, so it's basically the awesomest scene in the show.
The other really awesome things about this show are Lear's fool, played by this tiny, four foot ten junior who is currently completely upstaging the professional actor they hired to play Lear, and Patrick Midgley playing the Earl of Kent as King Lear's bouncer. The scenes with these two together are kind of the most amazing pieces of Shakespeare I have ever scene.
Sorry for all the writing about Theatre, but as I said, I have very little else to blog about.
Sarah Michelle Geller: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
turtledoves on this motherfucking nuclear submarine. It's time to open some windows.
18 September 2006
Haven't you seen "Annie"? They could break out in song and swarm at any minute.
It's always good to know the exact moment in your life in which you are condemned to hell, specifically for the deadly sin of sloth. I spent probably 36 hours of my weekend on a couch watching movies and television. I was done with classes at 2 on Friday, at which time I proceeded to my second home on campus, Westminster Cottage, for a spot of D&D. After that, I at dinner and went to a creepy play about a guy who accidentally killed his sister. Nocturne was very unsettling, there was humor, but he delivered it in such an animated way, I wasn't sure if I was supposed to laugh at it. The guy was really good, though. There was no curtain call, he just did his show and walked off the stage. I guess it's artsy, gives the show time to sink in without distracting the audience by making them applaud. At the end of the show, I headed back to Westminster to watch movies. Unfortunately, we lacked snacks, and David and I ran to a gas station, since the drug mart was closed. Upon our return, we proceeded to sit in front of the television until about 4:30 am. I went home, woke up at 10, went to breakfast/lunch (not to be confused with brunch) and went back to Westminster for more D&D, after which we watched more movies until dinner. After dinner, we melted by the light of the TV until 3. My only real break from liquidating my brain was Sunday's clambake with the philosophy department, which was kind of cool. I played some pretty intense Bocce Ball, which is really funny if you know what bocce ball is. Of course, after that was over, and after I watched a movie for my FYS, I went back to Westminster for more television.
Sir Alec Guinness: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
armadillos on this motherfucking steamboat. It's time to open some windows.
Sir Alec Guinness: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
armadillos on this motherfucking steamboat. It's time to open some windows.
05 September 2006
Why, yes, I am made of awesome.
I know it's not actually from a webcomic, but it is from one of Erin's icons, which are both on the web and comical. I am once again procrastinating from a fairly simple assignment to give you all some astonishing news. Nathan has already informed you of the strange direction in which the director is taking King Lear. This strange direction calls for sword fights. These sword fights call for a stunt coordinator. That person is ME! I am choreographing samurai sword fights for King Lear! I=Awesome. That is all.
Cary Elwes: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
RoUS's on this motherfucking tricycle. It's time to open some windows.
Cary Elwes: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
RoUS's on this motherfucking tricycle. It's time to open some windows.
03 September 2006
Nathan needs not new nomenclature
This is my way of renouncing the title scheme. No one else uses one anyway.
I have just been cast in, in the words of our director, a "Post-industrial Samurai version of King Lear." I just needed to put that out there. I'm in the ensemble, I find out Tuesday if I get any lines.
In other news, my luck with the females of Wooster continues to be ridiculously bad (or just ridiculous) to the point where I've decided just to say screw it. I don't need a girlfriend to be happy, and I think one would actually make me less happy at this point. What I need are friends (some of whom happen to be girls.)
Yesterday the Chinese students tried to teach me how to be better at Ping-Pong. It was really fun. Then David, one of the Chinese students, challenged the two Americans at the other table to a two on one match. He ended up losing, but it was still fun to watch.
I end with some advice: If you are ever trying to get over a girl who has a CD on iTunes, don't download it and listen to it over and over again. (This becomes especially akward when she walks in.)
Mr. T: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
tortoises on this motherfucking parade float. It's time to open some windows.
I have just been cast in, in the words of our director, a "Post-industrial Samurai version of King Lear." I just needed to put that out there. I'm in the ensemble, I find out Tuesday if I get any lines.
In other news, my luck with the females of Wooster continues to be ridiculously bad (or just ridiculous) to the point where I've decided just to say screw it. I don't need a girlfriend to be happy, and I think one would actually make me less happy at this point. What I need are friends (some of whom happen to be girls.)
Yesterday the Chinese students tried to teach me how to be better at Ping-Pong. It was really fun. Then David, one of the Chinese students, challenged the two Americans at the other table to a two on one match. He ended up losing, but it was still fun to watch.
I end with some advice: If you are ever trying to get over a girl who has a CD on iTunes, don't download it and listen to it over and over again. (This becomes especially akward when she walks in.)
Mr. T: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
tortoises on this motherfucking parade float. It's time to open some windows.
28 August 2006
A properly executed pre-mortem one liner is vital to our health
So, orientation was awesome. My house rocks, everyone in it is really easy to live with. I started out incredibly excited to be here. Everything was going well, just sort of falling into place. I got all the classes I want, the cost of my books fell under $200, and things were generally awesome. After a while, though, I've sort of mellowed out. Part of this is due to girl, the rest is sort of due to slowly realizing that I live here. Jonah mentioned that it's sort of like summer camp, and it still feels like we're going home soon. I had my first classes today, I didn't start till noon, which basically rocks. I had chinese and philosophy; chinese is going to kick my ass, but both classes are great. Jonah keeps cursing, and it's really funny. "I am the very model of major fucking general." He's having way too much fun with this stuff. We keep making fun of Nathan his chinese harem, which doesn't actually exist. I've been talking to the family online, which is weird. My lightsaber is at the house, I want it to be here. I spent most of today in front of a computer adding music to it. I finally just came over here to Jonah's, and we kind of did a song. He played random chords on his guitar, and I mumbled and made noises. Just kinda got out how I'm feeling, which isn't exactly bad, just kind of sobered. Not that I drank, I was just sort of drunk off of just being here, and suddenly finding this Sonja girl. I guess I was kind of stupid about it, we knew each other for two days. Naturally, she got weirded out after a bit. I mean, I would, too, but was ignoring that because I don't like worrying about things. The best word for me, I think, was smitten. I really like smitten. We're friends now, but it's in that couple day long period where things are just a little awkward. But anyway, not much else worth saying about that, I'm going to go grab a weird movie.
Keanu Reeves: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
squid on this motherfucking bus. It's time to open some windows.
Keanu Reeves: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking
squid on this motherfucking bus. It's time to open some windows.
25 August 2006
College conditions,cognomen confusion, considerable cussing cumulation
So I'm in college. It's pretty cool. The annex remarkably doesn't suck. My room is quite large and everything is conveniently located. And every night everyone here goes to everyone elses rooms until like three in the morning.
I registered for classes today. I wanted to take Intro to Anthropology, Theatre Tech, and Beginning Chinese, but Chinese was full, so I took an intrduction English course. Thanks to AP I already have six credits and three graduation requirements.
I walked out on the German placement test. I couldn't remember a word of German, so I figured it was a waste of time. Sorry I'm rambling, it's just so much has happened.
I've met so many people in the last few days I can't remember anyone's name. A few more people and I'll start forgetting names I did know. By the time I've met everyone in my classes, I won't remember my own name. Then I think I'll call all the boys Alex and all the girls Sarah. Statistically speaking, it's a good bet.
I've started cussing a lot more since I got here. I blame my roommate. He just said "fuckin' son of a bitch" four times with no explanation.
Kevin Spacey: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking capybaras on this motherfucking giant anime-style robot. It's time to open some windows.
I registered for classes today. I wanted to take Intro to Anthropology, Theatre Tech, and Beginning Chinese, but Chinese was full, so I took an intrduction English course. Thanks to AP I already have six credits and three graduation requirements.
I walked out on the German placement test. I couldn't remember a word of German, so I figured it was a waste of time. Sorry I'm rambling, it's just so much has happened.
I've met so many people in the last few days I can't remember anyone's name. A few more people and I'll start forgetting names I did know. By the time I've met everyone in my classes, I won't remember my own name. Then I think I'll call all the boys Alex and all the girls Sarah. Statistically speaking, it's a good bet.
I've started cussing a lot more since I got here. I blame my roommate. He just said "fuckin' son of a bitch" four times with no explanation.
Kevin Spacey: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking capybaras on this motherfucking giant anime-style robot. It's time to open some windows.
20 August 2006
Acquisitions, Amy's Adieu's, and Adaptive Adventuring
So a lot has happened since my last post. I got a laptop. It broke down. I got another laptop, whch hopefully is not broken. I also got a coffee maker.
Also, I'm now single. Amy and I spent the day at the fair then said a very sad goodbye. Only it's not really goodbye because we're still going to be friends, just friends who aren't dating. And live in different states most of the year. Anyhow, I'm very sad about that, even if I saw it coming months ago. 21 months is a long time to be with someone. It's gonna come as a shock, however you prepare.
But I'm not doing too badly. I'm just sad.
I need to back up a bit and talk about Gen-Con, though. It was so much fun. Jonah, Paul and I participated in the Iron DM competition, which is sort of like Iron Chef with dungeons and dragons (the featured ingredient was Minotaurs.) It was really, really fun. Plus I got to meet Rich Burlew. And he autographed my book and drew me a picture.
My new title scheme, by the way, until it breaks down, shall be alliterative summaries of my posts.
Hugo Weaving: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking llamas on this motherfucking lawn tractor. It's time to open some windows.
Also, I'm now single. Amy and I spent the day at the fair then said a very sad goodbye. Only it's not really goodbye because we're still going to be friends, just friends who aren't dating. And live in different states most of the year. Anyhow, I'm very sad about that, even if I saw it coming months ago. 21 months is a long time to be with someone. It's gonna come as a shock, however you prepare.
But I'm not doing too badly. I'm just sad.
I need to back up a bit and talk about Gen-Con, though. It was so much fun. Jonah, Paul and I participated in the Iron DM competition, which is sort of like Iron Chef with dungeons and dragons (the featured ingredient was Minotaurs.) It was really, really fun. Plus I got to meet Rich Burlew. And he autographed my book and drew me a picture.
My new title scheme, by the way, until it breaks down, shall be alliterative summaries of my posts.
Hugo Weaving: Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking llamas on this motherfucking lawn tractor. It's time to open some windows.
After the season of summer with its soft breezes...
Here is my second "What Have You Been Doing This Summer, Erin?" post.
I went to see Les Miserables at the Murat, apparently one of the last touring productions the play is doing, ever, and it was awesome as usual. This was my first time in the Murat since the incident at Phantom of the Opera, but fortunately I did not have to tackle any stairs. The Valjean was phenomenal-- and he knew it. You could tell by the way he really milked the end of "Bring Him Home." The Eponine and Javert were also great. The Mme. Thendardier was apparently from the original cast, which means she's also the one I have on my CD, which is neat. The show, despite how well I know it and the fact that I've seen it before, brought me near to tears again. It definitely wasn't as special as my first time, but still amazing. I have to say, my favorite character in Les Miz is always Gavroche. Even though he's almost never played well because he's played by little kids, his energy and and just the overwhelming awesomeness of his character always shine through anyway. "Do we care? Not a cuss! Long live us! LONG LIVE US!"
At the end of July I went to a ridiculously boring jewelry-selling party at my aunt Carol's house. People kept talking about fashion and matching and outfits and I felt very fish out of water. The one really worthwhile moment of the evening was when Grandma and Aunt Barbara learned that the guy who just moved in behind us is 25, single, and rich. It was decided that even if he is a drug dealer (a possibility which was discussed), I should be dragged over there and marry him immediately, or at least let him know I'm available. It was too good to pass up. I said, "Because a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife." To which Aunt Barbara promptly responded, "Well, yeah!"
Grandma, completely unwittingly I'm sure, then made it even better by calling the man "a good prospect." Stumbling over my own glee, I was able to formulate a semi-coherent reply using the phrases "snap him up" and "secure him." My mom came over, was apprised of the situation, and jumped in with admirable quickness and astuteness, grasping the nature of my amusement at once. She said, "Perhaps we should give a ball and introduce you." I was full-on British accent by this time: "A ball?! I long for a ball!"
It. Was. Great.
You all probably know that I am FINALLY free of the JC Penney, a cause of some considerable relief. A couple of weeks before I left, our department's assistant-manager-in-traning or something, a young woman, explained to myself and my coworker that she *actually believes* that "a woman's place is in the home." I wanted to vomit on her shoes directly. That idea, especially phrased that way, is just so insulting, and taht a woman would voluntarily limit herself like that is just disgusting to me. I still can't get over it. If you want to stay at home with your kids, fine. But for God's sake have a life of your own outside of that. I kind of want to hold her down and force her to read The Awakening, as depressing as that book is. Ugh, she actually used "career woman" as a derogatory phrase and mocked women who want to have lives and careers! Ugh!
And then I started wondering, how many woman could possibly think like this? That "*a woman's place* is in the home?" How many women *believe* that we are not the intellectual equals of men and are just as capable, intelligent, ambitious, and hardworking? How many women in the year 2006 really subscribe to beliefs that Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte identified as bullshit almost two hundred years ago? I was a little surprised by how personally affronted I was by this. I wanted to go around singing, "Well, women feel as men do/ We must engage our minds and souls/ Let us, like our brothers/ Let our worth define our roles" the rest of the day.
Anyway, since I got done with work I've mostly just been doing work. On the Sir Gawain and the Green Knight project. I've read almost 70 articles this summer, and have probably about 70 more to go. It's long and somewhat tedious, but it also feels like I'm doing something productive, which I never felt at stupid JC Penney.
On Monday we went to the State Fair, which is always a good time. That is, until we were about to leave and discovered that the morons in charge of parking people had blocked us in between a car and a tree. And we couldn't get out. And it was hot outside. We got some police officers who happened to be passing to call in the license plates of the person behind us and another person to the side to see if they could find one of them to come out and move his car, and they also called for a tow truck to come and move the car behind us. We sat and waited for about half an hour before finally, and completely by coincidence, the guy who owned the car behind us came out to put something in his trunk. He moved his car, and we were free.
And that, everyone, is another installment of My Adventurous Summer.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
I went to see Les Miserables at the Murat, apparently one of the last touring productions the play is doing, ever, and it was awesome as usual. This was my first time in the Murat since the incident at Phantom of the Opera, but fortunately I did not have to tackle any stairs. The Valjean was phenomenal-- and he knew it. You could tell by the way he really milked the end of "Bring Him Home." The Eponine and Javert were also great. The Mme. Thendardier was apparently from the original cast, which means she's also the one I have on my CD, which is neat. The show, despite how well I know it and the fact that I've seen it before, brought me near to tears again. It definitely wasn't as special as my first time, but still amazing. I have to say, my favorite character in Les Miz is always Gavroche. Even though he's almost never played well because he's played by little kids, his energy and and just the overwhelming awesomeness of his character always shine through anyway. "Do we care? Not a cuss! Long live us! LONG LIVE US!"
At the end of July I went to a ridiculously boring jewelry-selling party at my aunt Carol's house. People kept talking about fashion and matching and outfits and I felt very fish out of water. The one really worthwhile moment of the evening was when Grandma and Aunt Barbara learned that the guy who just moved in behind us is 25, single, and rich. It was decided that even if he is a drug dealer (a possibility which was discussed), I should be dragged over there and marry him immediately, or at least let him know I'm available. It was too good to pass up. I said, "Because a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife." To which Aunt Barbara promptly responded, "Well, yeah!"
Grandma, completely unwittingly I'm sure, then made it even better by calling the man "a good prospect." Stumbling over my own glee, I was able to formulate a semi-coherent reply using the phrases "snap him up" and "secure him." My mom came over, was apprised of the situation, and jumped in with admirable quickness and astuteness, grasping the nature of my amusement at once. She said, "Perhaps we should give a ball and introduce you." I was full-on British accent by this time: "A ball?! I long for a ball!"
It. Was. Great.
You all probably know that I am FINALLY free of the JC Penney, a cause of some considerable relief. A couple of weeks before I left, our department's assistant-manager-in-traning or something, a young woman, explained to myself and my coworker that she *actually believes* that "a woman's place is in the home." I wanted to vomit on her shoes directly. That idea, especially phrased that way, is just so insulting, and taht a woman would voluntarily limit herself like that is just disgusting to me. I still can't get over it. If you want to stay at home with your kids, fine. But for God's sake have a life of your own outside of that. I kind of want to hold her down and force her to read The Awakening, as depressing as that book is. Ugh, she actually used "career woman" as a derogatory phrase and mocked women who want to have lives and careers! Ugh!
And then I started wondering, how many woman could possibly think like this? That "*a woman's place* is in the home?" How many women *believe* that we are not the intellectual equals of men and are just as capable, intelligent, ambitious, and hardworking? How many women in the year 2006 really subscribe to beliefs that Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte identified as bullshit almost two hundred years ago? I was a little surprised by how personally affronted I was by this. I wanted to go around singing, "Well, women feel as men do/ We must engage our minds and souls/ Let us, like our brothers/ Let our worth define our roles" the rest of the day.
Anyway, since I got done with work I've mostly just been doing work. On the Sir Gawain and the Green Knight project. I've read almost 70 articles this summer, and have probably about 70 more to go. It's long and somewhat tedious, but it also feels like I'm doing something productive, which I never felt at stupid JC Penney.
On Monday we went to the State Fair, which is always a good time. That is, until we were about to leave and discovered that the morons in charge of parking people had blocked us in between a car and a tree. And we couldn't get out. And it was hot outside. We got some police officers who happened to be passing to call in the license plates of the person behind us and another person to the side to see if they could find one of them to come out and move his car, and they also called for a tow truck to come and move the car behind us. We sat and waited for about half an hour before finally, and completely by coincidence, the guy who owned the car behind us came out to put something in his trunk. He moved his car, and we were free.
And that, everyone, is another installment of My Adventurous Summer.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
18 August 2006
Julie Andrews in Rhinoceri on a Unicycle
My new title scheme is based on a game Nathan, Levi, and I made up after seeing Snakes on a Plane (A movie well worth all the hype). You play with 3 people. 1 thinks up an actor name, one an animal, and one a mode of transportation, and then you say them in rapid succession. Much hilarity ensues. For added fun, you can picture your actor (or actress) saying "Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking _____ on this motherfucking ______. It's time to open some windows."
So we went to see the movie in costume. Nathan was snakes, Levi was a plane, and I was Samuel L. Jackson. We were not the only group in costume- the other group had four snakes and one plane.
The movie itself was better than anyone would expect, though not what one would call good. However I don't think anyone came in with high expectations. What the movie promised was Snakes on a Plane, and that's exactly what it delivered. We all agreed we could have done without some of the more brutal or disgusting scenes, but overall it was quite enjoyable. Samuel L. Jackson kicked a good deal of ass, too.
I think years from now when we try to tell our children about this movie, they won't believe us. We'll have to go to IMDB to prove it's real. The other, scarier possibility is that this will become the new standard for movies, so they'll have no trouble believing it.
Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking rhinoceri on this motherfucking unicycle. It's time to open some windows.
So we went to see the movie in costume. Nathan was snakes, Levi was a plane, and I was Samuel L. Jackson. We were not the only group in costume- the other group had four snakes and one plane.
The movie itself was better than anyone would expect, though not what one would call good. However I don't think anyone came in with high expectations. What the movie promised was Snakes on a Plane, and that's exactly what it delivered. We all agreed we could have done without some of the more brutal or disgusting scenes, but overall it was quite enjoyable. Samuel L. Jackson kicked a good deal of ass, too.
I think years from now when we try to tell our children about this movie, they won't believe us. We'll have to go to IMDB to prove it's real. The other, scarier possibility is that this will become the new standard for movies, so they'll have no trouble believing it.
Enough is enough. I've had it with these motherfucking rhinoceri on this motherfucking unicycle. It's time to open some windows.
17 August 2006
The Narrated Man rises to his feet, alert and ready to deal Justice.
I got a few days off of the show, so naturally I get less sleep on my break. On Tuesday, because I am a loser, I went to school. Took Lara, confused some administrators, bugged teachers who couldn't sweep me, that sort of thing. That night, Nathan, Jonah and I reworked "Generally Speaking" to include a third person. We don't have an ending yet, but I think it will work out very well. I'd include a link to the original, but I'm not as industrious as Michael is, so you can just look through the archives if you really care to see the old one. One of us will post the new one once it's finished.
I got new clothes. I can now be extra sexy in nice clothes that fit. A big black guy was very excited to sell me a jacket and 3 pairs of pants.
Yesterday was amusing. I IMed Toni Gibbons for no real reason, and we got to the point where she said "Want to make icecream?" and I said sure. Then we got Erin, and went to miejer to quest for things to make icecream in her icecream maker. We didn't really find any. We went back to Toni's and discovered things we needed, then went back to miejer and found poor substitutes. Ignoring the fact that our ingredients were wrong, we mixed everything up anyway. In the end, it at least tasted like melted icecream, and there were many a silly story to be had between the three of us. It ended sort of like the Grail Quest. Then we watched lost skeleton, and there was much rejoicing.
We ought to change the template.
I ought to pack for college.
I wonder if "ought" is a real word.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
I got new clothes. I can now be extra sexy in nice clothes that fit. A big black guy was very excited to sell me a jacket and 3 pairs of pants.
Yesterday was amusing. I IMed Toni Gibbons for no real reason, and we got to the point where she said "Want to make icecream?" and I said sure. Then we got Erin, and went to miejer to quest for things to make icecream in her icecream maker. We didn't really find any. We went back to Toni's and discovered things we needed, then went back to miejer and found poor substitutes. Ignoring the fact that our ingredients were wrong, we mixed everything up anyway. In the end, it at least tasted like melted icecream, and there were many a silly story to be had between the three of us. It ended sort of like the Grail Quest. Then we watched lost skeleton, and there was much rejoicing.
We ought to change the template.
I ought to pack for college.
I wonder if "ought" is a real word.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
09 August 2006
Arithmetic, you see, is useful; without its aid, I should hardly have been able to guess your age.
You guys! You guys! I'm on the Bronteana blog!
You probably know how I've done timelines for Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights this summer. If you don't, I've made timelines for Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights this summer. When I finally finished them (it was much work), I posted them on my lj. Then I emailed the person in charge of Bronteana-- an influential blog in the world of Bronte studies, kept up by a grad student-- and sent her the links. For two days, I waited. Nervously.
Then, today, a reply came. It said, "These are really fabulous- and very near to how I had estimated the timelines as well. There are problems with dating JE- the descriptions Charlotte gives of life in the novel make scholars think that the novel must take place much earlier (by decades, I think...), but I agree more with your dates. I know that I came across an article with a timeline for WH very like yours but not one for JE. Maybe you should think about getting it published? If you're an undergrad it isn't easy to do, but I think the journal Bronte Studies accepts submissions from people who aren't in grad school."
How awesome is that? And on the blog itself, there are links. Check it out-- it's in the second paragraph of the most recent entry right here.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
You probably know how I've done timelines for Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights this summer. If you don't, I've made timelines for Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights this summer. When I finally finished them (it was much work), I posted them on my lj. Then I emailed the person in charge of Bronteana-- an influential blog in the world of Bronte studies, kept up by a grad student-- and sent her the links. For two days, I waited. Nervously.
Then, today, a reply came. It said, "These are really fabulous- and very near to how I had estimated the timelines as well. There are problems with dating JE- the descriptions Charlotte gives of life in the novel make scholars think that the novel must take place much earlier (by decades, I think...), but I agree more with your dates. I know that I came across an article with a timeline for WH very like yours but not one for JE. Maybe you should think about getting it published? If you're an undergrad it isn't easy to do, but I think the journal Bronte Studies accepts submissions from people who aren't in grad school."
How awesome is that? And on the blog itself, there are links. Check it out-- it's in the second paragraph of the most recent entry right here.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
02 August 2006
Party!
Friday, August 4th, 7:00. If you have questions, ask Jonah.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
22 July 2006
Sunrise
We need to have a party!
For one thing, Nathan and I bought gifts for the whole gang (defined as: those who actually post plus Thomas) and we think it would be the most fun to give them if we were all together. Plus we all leave for college very soon so we need to get together before then just because, y'know? So I know timing will be a real issue. Right now we're mostly free, but time will fill up very soon because Evie and the Canadians are coming and then our time will be structured. I'm volunteering our home for a location, I just need to know when you guys are leaving, and when, before that, you could come. Then I will send out a Facebook invitation, and post on here too! We'll be back Monday night, and recovered from jetlag by Wednesday.
In summation, if we have a party, you all get stuff, plus we get to have a party.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
For one thing, Nathan and I bought gifts for the whole gang (defined as: those who actually post plus Thomas) and we think it would be the most fun to give them if we were all together. Plus we all leave for college very soon so we need to get together before then just because, y'know? So I know timing will be a real issue. Right now we're mostly free, but time will fill up very soon because Evie and the Canadians are coming and then our time will be structured. I'm volunteering our home for a location, I just need to know when you guys are leaving, and when, before that, you could come. Then I will send out a Facebook invitation, and post on here too! We'll be back Monday night, and recovered from jetlag by Wednesday.
In summation, if we have a party, you all get stuff, plus we get to have a party.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
10 July 2006
I think I may be too great of a genius
And Erin continues to turn her incredibly boring life into an incredibly good read. Seriously, I don't know how you can get so down on yourself. Anyway, about me.
Before anything else, I want everyone who cares to know that I'm working on a pants post, writing it in phases of sleep deprivation as I can afford them. I can't afford that many, but I work full time, so give me a break. There's a draft saved if you want to read what I've got so far.
In other news, I work full time. I probably posted about that before, but now I don't have to wake up at 4. The people are a lot more sociable now, though I often find myself unable to do anything. I am, however, feeling less and less guilty about getting paid 11.45 and hour for standing around waiting for instructions.
I saw Pirates last night, and I don't know what the critic's problem was. I understood the plot perfectly. Sure, there were some random twists, but the whole thing is built perfectly off the first. It wasn't nearly as real as the first one, probably because in the first one they waited a while to do the fancy computer stuff. My only real problems were that it was too silly, and the first time we actually saw the kraken, it was reminiscient of the rancor from Return of the Jedi. I want to watch it with everyone, and most of all Erin, because I have a lot of funny comments that only she would get. I can't remember them all right now, but I will when I see it again.
Also, I have a new toy. It is a magical toy that takes me places that I want to go. It has doors that close all the way and it doesn't die unless I don't give it enough gas when I let off the clutch. I bet none of you know what I got. You'll never guess, I'm too good at mysterious clues. I love my new toy.
Last, but not least, something that caught half of my world completely by surprise and the other half saw coming a mile away: I'm dating Lina Salwak. Sure, I'm leaving for college in forty-something days, but she'll still be in town for breaks and stuff. Who knows, maybe it won't work, oh well, I've known the girl for ten years, I'm not going to screw anything up. Heck, sometimes it seemed like we were already dating, anyway, might as go with that. My only real doubt comes from being with a girl who doesn't appreciate the intricacies of Star Wars.
Well, that's my current life in a nutshell, and that's what it feels like sometimes. I'm too busy for it to be summer.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? Oh, you're just going to eat my torso.
Before anything else, I want everyone who cares to know that I'm working on a pants post, writing it in phases of sleep deprivation as I can afford them. I can't afford that many, but I work full time, so give me a break. There's a draft saved if you want to read what I've got so far.
In other news, I work full time. I probably posted about that before, but now I don't have to wake up at 4. The people are a lot more sociable now, though I often find myself unable to do anything. I am, however, feeling less and less guilty about getting paid 11.45 and hour for standing around waiting for instructions.
I saw Pirates last night, and I don't know what the critic's problem was. I understood the plot perfectly. Sure, there were some random twists, but the whole thing is built perfectly off the first. It wasn't nearly as real as the first one, probably because in the first one they waited a while to do the fancy computer stuff. My only real problems were that it was too silly, and the first time we actually saw the kraken, it was reminiscient of the rancor from Return of the Jedi. I want to watch it with everyone, and most of all Erin, because I have a lot of funny comments that only she would get. I can't remember them all right now, but I will when I see it again.
Also, I have a new toy. It is a magical toy that takes me places that I want to go. It has doors that close all the way and it doesn't die unless I don't give it enough gas when I let off the clutch. I bet none of you know what I got. You'll never guess, I'm too good at mysterious clues. I love my new toy.
Last, but not least, something that caught half of my world completely by surprise and the other half saw coming a mile away: I'm dating Lina Salwak. Sure, I'm leaving for college in forty-something days, but she'll still be in town for breaks and stuff. Who knows, maybe it won't work, oh well, I've known the girl for ten years, I'm not going to screw anything up. Heck, sometimes it seemed like we were already dating, anyway, might as go with that. My only real doubt comes from being with a girl who doesn't appreciate the intricacies of Star Wars.
Well, that's my current life in a nutshell, and that's what it feels like sometimes. I'm too busy for it to be summer.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? Oh, you're just going to eat my torso.
...And then they made me their chief.
People have asked to know what I have been doing this summer. Well, it's been boring, which is why I haven't posted. But here is a recap.
The summer started off strongly with about a week and a half of lounging, sleeping, and lethargy. It then continued to improve as motivation came to me, I set deadlines, and I persevered enough to actually *meet* those deadlines for about two weeks. I wrote a lot. Three stories: Requiem, Idylls, and Pemberley.
Things hit a sharp decline when I was finally made to call the JC Penney and get my stupid job back. Since that time, I have been doing a lot of working at said job. And working sadly a lot less on the job I actually semi-enjoy, the Gawain project. Deadlines failed to be met. My job is stupid and I hate it. The most productive things I have done are 1) steal register tape and do vague story-planning on it back in Infants and Toddlers for a few minutes at a time, and 2) teach myself how to invoke the Right of Parley. ("Parley! I invoke the Right of Parley! According to the Code set forth by the Brethren of the Dread Pirates Morgan and Bartholomew you have to take me to your captain!" I think.)
I have hosted a marathon of nine hours worth of Pride and Prejudice movies with Whitney and Bethany, which was awesome.
I have seen three movies: A Prairie Home Companion, in which everybody I liked was very good and Linday Lohan sucked surprisingly almost not at all; Superman Returns, in which Superman was very, very attractive and *le sigh, swoon*; and Pirates, which was really kickass, and which I review and squee about in detail on my lj.
This morning I got up very early to have breakfast with my grandparents, went to the bank, watched a deer eating from our bird feeder, and then took a nap. I got up from the nap and read and took a shower. My brother is painting his room. He was going to have some of his friends help him, because apparently he is Tom Sawyer, but that fell through. Meanwhile I have been dwelling much on the POTC characters, trying to predict what's going to happen in the third movie and understand what happened to them psychologically in the second, because that's just what I do.
Tomorrow I am going to see Les Miz, and I am excited. And... that's about it.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
The summer started off strongly with about a week and a half of lounging, sleeping, and lethargy. It then continued to improve as motivation came to me, I set deadlines, and I persevered enough to actually *meet* those deadlines for about two weeks. I wrote a lot. Three stories: Requiem, Idylls, and Pemberley.
Things hit a sharp decline when I was finally made to call the JC Penney and get my stupid job back. Since that time, I have been doing a lot of working at said job. And working sadly a lot less on the job I actually semi-enjoy, the Gawain project. Deadlines failed to be met. My job is stupid and I hate it. The most productive things I have done are 1) steal register tape and do vague story-planning on it back in Infants and Toddlers for a few minutes at a time, and 2) teach myself how to invoke the Right of Parley. ("Parley! I invoke the Right of Parley! According to the Code set forth by the Brethren of the Dread Pirates Morgan and Bartholomew you have to take me to your captain!" I think.)
I have hosted a marathon of nine hours worth of Pride and Prejudice movies with Whitney and Bethany, which was awesome.
I have seen three movies: A Prairie Home Companion, in which everybody I liked was very good and Linday Lohan sucked surprisingly almost not at all; Superman Returns, in which Superman was very, very attractive and *le sigh, swoon*; and Pirates, which was really kickass, and which I review and squee about in detail on my lj.
This morning I got up very early to have breakfast with my grandparents, went to the bank, watched a deer eating from our bird feeder, and then took a nap. I got up from the nap and read and took a shower. My brother is painting his room. He was going to have some of his friends help him, because apparently he is Tom Sawyer, but that fell through. Meanwhile I have been dwelling much on the POTC characters, trying to predict what's going to happen in the third movie and understand what happened to them psychologically in the second, because that's just what I do.
Tomorrow I am going to see Les Miz, and I am excited. And... that's about it.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
09 July 2006
World cup water bottles
(Some of you may have gotten this in an e-mail. The fact is that right as I finished the e-mail I realized it would make a good blog post. It'll be different though.)
I'm writing this to the sound of 20 or so slightly (or more than slightly) drunken Italians singing their national anthem at the tops of their lungs(actually at this point they've either moved onto another song or the anthem is beyond recognition), setting off fireworks, and blowing a foghorn. We watched the cup at home because of Giorgio's superstition, but shortly after we won the neighbors were kind enough to bring the party here. I have never seen the likes of it. The game went into double overtime and then penalty kicks, and Italy only won by one kick. As soon as it ended we all (Paola, Giorgio, Aunt Judith, us, and Giorgio's childhood friend Francesco) jumped up and hugged each other, and then Giorgio said "Victory music!" and put "We are the champions" in the CD player cranked way up.
Rome is going to be very happy when we arrive (or very hungover or both). Unfortunately because we do leave tomorrow, we cannot join in the partying. Earlier today the festivities included a pick-up soccer game in which my team trounced Nate's though not thanks to either of us. It was all in all an amazing, and very Italian, experience. Rome, here we come!
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
I'm writing this to the sound of 20 or so slightly (or more than slightly) drunken Italians singing their national anthem at the tops of their lungs(actually at this point they've either moved onto another song or the anthem is beyond recognition), setting off fireworks, and blowing a foghorn. We watched the cup at home because of Giorgio's superstition, but shortly after we won the neighbors were kind enough to bring the party here. I have never seen the likes of it. The game went into double overtime and then penalty kicks, and Italy only won by one kick. As soon as it ended we all (Paola, Giorgio, Aunt Judith, us, and Giorgio's childhood friend Francesco) jumped up and hugged each other, and then Giorgio said "Victory music!" and put "We are the champions" in the CD player cranked way up.
Rome is going to be very happy when we arrive (or very hungover or both). Unfortunately because we do leave tomorrow, we cannot join in the partying. Earlier today the festivities included a pick-up soccer game in which my team trounced Nate's though not thanks to either of us. It was all in all an amazing, and very Italian, experience. Rome, here we come!
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
08 July 2006
Orangina
I've been busy the last many days. I went to Chicago and then Standing Stone and am now in Italy, and I'm keeping a journal so that I might post a long report of my travels upon my return. They have been most eventful, and I bought a digital camera so there might even be Italian pictures, provided we can remember to use it (so far not so much). Anyway, two days after my first trip out of the country, I must say it's not how I expected it. I expected it to be fundamentally different. Instead, it's fundamentally the same but different in lots of small ways. This computer, for instance, has all it's punctuation in silly places, moved around to fit in the £, the €, and a bunch of stuff like ç and §. I do like how there's actually a key for ° though. We could use one of those. Also public restrooms have weird toilets, the outlets are different, light switches are different, cheese is superior (something to do with ours being overregulated) and soccer is a big deal, especially for Italy right now, as you probably know. Anyway, all this is just a preview of my eventual interesting exciting post, though I don't blame Michael at all for his frustration - there are people like Paul, and Erin, and, dare I say it, Thomas, who could easily have posted some time in the last however many weeks and we want to know what you've been up to. Even if it's boring! This blog is already dying and we haven't even left ofr our respective colleges (except for Erin, of course, who is all settled in). For shame, Compendium, for shame. God holds you over the fire like a spider, blah, blah, blah post!
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
Marten, are you going to catch the dolphin? No, you're just going to eat my torso.
03 July 2006
Trekkin' On
I think We're going somewhere
We're on to something good here
Out of sight, Out in space,
trying to save the human race
I think We're going somewhere
We're on to something good here
Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and Scotty too,
And all of our intrepid crew.
Somewhere back there we left the tribbles all behind,
We beamed them all over to station K-9,
We're going and we're never knowing where we're going,
to go back to where we were would just be wrong -
We're Trekking on,
Trekkin' on,
If Scotty get's those warp engines turned on,
We're Trekkin' on, Trekkin' on,
And we won't sit back,
And take this anymore
Because we boldly go,
Where no man has gone before
To go back to where we were would just be wrong -
We're Trekkin' on.
I think We're going somewhere
We're on to something good here
If somethings wrong, out in space,
The Enterprise is on the case
I think We're going somewhere
We're on to something good here,
Adversity? We get around it,
Sought out new life and now we found it.
Somewhere back there we left the klingon ship behind,
Blew up their warp engines, sped off at warp nine,
We're going and we're never knowing where we're going,
to go back to where we were would just be wrong -
We're Trekking on,
Trekkin' on,
The dilithium is going, going gone,
We're Trekkin' on, Trekkin' on,
And we won't sit back,
And take this anymore
Because we boldly go,
Where no man has gone before
To go back to where we were would just be wrong -
We're Trekkin' on.
Yeah, every week when you beam down to me,
We trust in you the fate of the whole galaxy,
Yeah, I think we're going somewhere,
We're onto something good here,
We're gonna make it after all.
You were with Andre' last night! GIRL, HE RAPED YOU!
We're on to something good here
Out of sight, Out in space,
trying to save the human race
I think We're going somewhere
We're on to something good here
Kirk, Spock, McCoy, and Scotty too,
And all of our intrepid crew.
Somewhere back there we left the tribbles all behind,
We beamed them all over to station K-9,
We're going and we're never knowing where we're going,
to go back to where we were would just be wrong -
We're Trekking on,
Trekkin' on,
If Scotty get's those warp engines turned on,
We're Trekkin' on, Trekkin' on,
And we won't sit back,
And take this anymore
Because we boldly go,
Where no man has gone before
To go back to where we were would just be wrong -
We're Trekkin' on.
I think We're going somewhere
We're on to something good here
If somethings wrong, out in space,
The Enterprise is on the case
I think We're going somewhere
We're on to something good here,
Adversity? We get around it,
Sought out new life and now we found it.
Somewhere back there we left the klingon ship behind,
Blew up their warp engines, sped off at warp nine,
We're going and we're never knowing where we're going,
to go back to where we were would just be wrong -
We're Trekking on,
Trekkin' on,
The dilithium is going, going gone,
We're Trekkin' on, Trekkin' on,
And we won't sit back,
And take this anymore
Because we boldly go,
Where no man has gone before
To go back to where we were would just be wrong -
We're Trekkin' on.
Yeah, every week when you beam down to me,
We trust in you the fate of the whole galaxy,
Yeah, I think we're going somewhere,
We're onto something good here,
We're gonna make it after all.
You were with Andre' last night! GIRL, HE RAPED YOU!
21 June 2006
20 June 2006
He deserves better treatment than to be obliged to read any more of my works.
After a lot of thinking and deliberating, I have come to the difficult decision that I am going to discontinue my story blog, Notebook Mythology.
The simple fact of the matter is, nobody was reading it. Nobody intended to read it unless I forced them to. I don't really blame anyone for this. I am the only person who reads and comments on anyone else's story blogs in a regular and timely manner. It would be silly for me to read and comment on my own blog; I already know what it says. Sadly, this left no one to read and comment for me.
I don't wish to spend any more of my time updating a blog for my own amusement. I can more easily write something for my own amusement and NOT post it. So that is what I intend to do. I had hoped through Notebook to get some feedback on my writing, and occasionally some help and suggestions on things I wanted to post elsewhere. I have learned through this experiment that I will need to go elsewhere for that feedback. I'm okay with that.
Thanks to the people who did occasionally read and comment.
I'm going to go eat lunch now.
You were with Andre' last night! GIRL, HE RAPED YOU!
The simple fact of the matter is, nobody was reading it. Nobody intended to read it unless I forced them to. I don't really blame anyone for this. I am the only person who reads and comments on anyone else's story blogs in a regular and timely manner. It would be silly for me to read and comment on my own blog; I already know what it says. Sadly, this left no one to read and comment for me.
I don't wish to spend any more of my time updating a blog for my own amusement. I can more easily write something for my own amusement and NOT post it. So that is what I intend to do. I had hoped through Notebook to get some feedback on my writing, and occasionally some help and suggestions on things I wanted to post elsewhere. I have learned through this experiment that I will need to go elsewhere for that feedback. I'm okay with that.
Thanks to the people who did occasionally read and comment.
I'm going to go eat lunch now.
You were with Andre' last night! GIRL, HE RAPED YOU!
12 June 2006
11 June 2006
You don't know what you're talking about. You're not very smart, and the things you say are nonsense. And I'm not angry, but you do need to shut up.
I'm done working at a barbecue! No more stupid customers who don't listen to you when you tell them they have to order at the cash register, no more assholes trying to get free stuff, no more drunken rich people walking in five minutes before closing! No more closing! No more riddles, no more quests! Wait, wrong show. But anyway, I'm finished. I don't know if I can ever go into another restaraunt again, though, after seeing it from the other side. It's like people want you to mess up. There's a little twinkle in their eyes whenever you forget the smallest thing, and a slight look of disappointment when you get it right. They like complaining at you, because they can't yell at anyone else, and they might get something for free. It's like everytime I put that hat on, my humanity comes off, and I'm just a meat chopping, table cleaning, dish washing machine. And if working in a restaraunt is bad, then working in a restaraunt in Carmel is a million times worse. They already look down on you as it is. And, oh god, the kids. This profession makes me hate children, and hate their parents for giving them soda. But I'm done! I'm finished! Now instead of burning myself on hot pork, I'll electrocute myself for twice as much money!
You were with Andre' last night! GIRL, HE RAPED YOU!
You were with Andre' last night! GIRL, HE RAPED YOU!
10 June 2006
Orange-flavored Starbursts(TM)
The celebration post is finally up! I had to make it three posts to get the picture in, it's ridiculously long and ridiculously late but it tries to explain it's lateness comically at least. I hope you like it because that post is my heart and soul (and yours' too, since I gave you all the opportunity to write some words of your own - and some of you wrote quite a few). I editorialized a bit and changed references to writing or typing to references to speaking for flow reasons, but your speeches are pretty much in tact. Please comment to validate my hard work and sacrifice. Oh and if MICHAEL hadn't been in TEXAS it would have been like three days earlier, just FYI.
BTW, You might get some of the jokes better if you go back and find the older celebration posts. But maybe you have good memories.
English Nobility incest is fun; it's like instead of sibling rivalry, they have sex!
BTW, You might get some of the jokes better if you go back and find the older celebration posts. But maybe you have good memories.
English Nobility incest is fun; it's like instead of sibling rivalry, they have sex!
01 June 2006
Oh, I'm sorry. I have a tendency for startling people like that. It's probably from training with Batman.
Lots of things have happened, and I haven't had time to post. I shall list the happenings in numercial order, wherein the numbers don't actually mean anything in relation to what ever happened.
1) I found a new webcomic. It's funny.
2) I finished building my first lightsaber. It's awesome.
3) My grandfather died. My mom's an orphan, and I'm reading a Polonius quote at the funeral service on Saturday. I'd say more about that, but it's kind of weird. He used to bring us peaches.
4) My van has died. I can either revive it for 600-800gp and continue to save for a better used car than I can afford right now, or I can buy a not-too-terrible car with my thousand or so that I've saved to this point.
5) I'm starting a new job a week from Monday. It will be full time, 7:00-3:00 for 11 something an hour, five days a week. I will be assisting some journeyman electricians to instal PA systems in schools, and other such assignments. I will recieve union benefits.
6) I posted a parody to one day more on untitled, it was supposed to be posted a long time ago, but I didn't have time. It's kind of funny.
7) I am Rohna, a hotel manager in Grand Hotel.
8) I graduated. Almost forgot this one.
So basically, I'm excited for a bunch of things this summer, but also sad that I am going to be very busy. While doing all the stuff I'm doing, I have to continue to send various bits of information to Wooster, and apply for various private scholarships. I'm hoping to get atleast a couple thousand through a bunch of essay scholarships I'm applying for. I'm definitely looking forward to Standing Stone. I need a real break.
English Nobility incest is fun; it's like instead of sibling rivalry, they have sex!
1) I found a new webcomic. It's funny.
2) I finished building my first lightsaber. It's awesome.
3) My grandfather died. My mom's an orphan, and I'm reading a Polonius quote at the funeral service on Saturday. I'd say more about that, but it's kind of weird. He used to bring us peaches.
4) My van has died. I can either revive it for 600-800gp and continue to save for a better used car than I can afford right now, or I can buy a not-too-terrible car with my thousand or so that I've saved to this point.
5) I'm starting a new job a week from Monday. It will be full time, 7:00-3:00 for 11 something an hour, five days a week. I will be assisting some journeyman electricians to instal PA systems in schools, and other such assignments. I will recieve union benefits.
6) I posted a parody to one day more on untitled, it was supposed to be posted a long time ago, but I didn't have time. It's kind of funny.
7) I am Rohna, a hotel manager in Grand Hotel.
8) I graduated. Almost forgot this one.
So basically, I'm excited for a bunch of things this summer, but also sad that I am going to be very busy. While doing all the stuff I'm doing, I have to continue to send various bits of information to Wooster, and apply for various private scholarships. I'm hoping to get atleast a couple thousand through a bunch of essay scholarships I'm applying for. I'm definitely looking forward to Standing Stone. I need a real break.
English Nobility incest is fun; it's like instead of sibling rivalry, they have sex!
28 May 2006
Good luck exploring the Infinite Abyss!
(Okay, since Jonah posted a placeholder for the 1000th post, hopefully this won't mess with that...?)
But I just wanted to say congratulations to all of this blog's high school graduates! I was actually able to attend LC's graduation, and that was some awesome walking you guys did.
*hugs*
You're finally done! Celebrate!
English Nobility incest is fun; it's like instead of sibling rivalry, they have sex!
But I just wanted to say congratulations to all of this blog's high school graduates! I was actually able to attend LC's graduation, and that was some awesome walking you guys did.
*hugs*
You're finally done! Celebrate!
English Nobility incest is fun; it's like instead of sibling rivalry, they have sex!
25 May 2006
The Compendium Thousandth Post Fancy-Pants Celemabration!
Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams to find himself transformed into a giant cockroach.
"Damn," he said, "I'm supposed to be hosting the Compendium thing today, and now I'll never make the 5:00 train."
(A week later, backstage at some FANCY PANTS THEATER.)
Michael: So, I don't think Mr. Samsa's coming. How we doing on the back-up host?
Jonah: Well, I'm calling all the old regulars. Sam keeps cutting out. Wait, I got him.
Samuel L. Jackson: What the **** is it?
Jonah: Well, someone cancelled and we were hoping you could come and host the Compendium 1000th Post Fancy-Pants Celebration.
Samuel L. Jackson: Well, I'd love to help, but I'm a little busy dealing with all the SNAKES on this MOTHER-****ING PLANE! (hangs up)
Michael and Jonah: Oh yeah, the snakes and the plane...
Michael: What about Laurence?
Jonah: His Fancy Pants are at the cleaners.
Michael: Oh.
(NATHAN and MARTEN walk in, dressed as a MONKEY and a PIRATE, respectively)
Nathan: Guys, the audience has been waiting for a week, and even betting on Monkey vs. Pirate has ceased to entertain them. Some of them have gotten really hungry and a few are gnawing their own legs off. Erin's out there now with a guitar singing some Star Wars songs, but if we don't start soon...
Jonah: Ok, I know who to call.
Michael: Comstock boy, if you call Shatner again, I swear I'll -
Jonah: Ok, I don't know who to call. We need a hero.
(SUPERMAN, BATMAN, SPIDERMAN, WONDER WOMAN, The HULK, The FLASH, half a dozen X-MEN, The POWERPUFF GIRLS, The FANTASTIC FOUR, The GREEN LANTERN, HERCULES, and PAUL in a RIDICULOUS costume show up in various AMUSING and DESTRUCTIVE ways.)
Jonah: I'll never get tired of that. So what I need is a host for the Compendiu-
(All the SUPER HEROES, upon learning the nature of the need, DISAPPEAR as quickly as they APPEARED, except for the GREEN LANTERN.)
Green Lantern: I'll do it.
Jonah: Yeah, except we want someone people have heard of.
(The GREEN LANTERN does the Arrested Development DEJECTED SNOOPY WALK.)
Marten: Did anyone notice that that one superhero looked kind of like Paul?
Paul: (emerging with only one PANT LEG on) Nonsense. I've been here all along.
Meanwhile, on stage:
Erin: Bye, Bye, Mr. Anakin Guy
Maybe Vader, Some day later but- (dodges tomato) - You're just a (dodges gnawed off leg)
Ok, this is ridiculous. Now I may not actually play guitar, but I am doing my best here and-
(SUPERMAN, presumably on his way out, swoops by and snags a HUGE ANVIL that was about to hit ERIN as she runs BACKSTAGE)
Erin: Guys, maybe we should just cancel this thing.
Michael: Yeah, the “can't find a host” gimmick isn't even new. I've been reading the archives, and we totally had the same gimmick in the 500th post spectacular.
(Everyone GLARES at JONAH.)
Nathan: Plus there's been two more posts so this will really be the thousand and second, which is so not worth celebrating.
Paul: Where's Thomas anyway? He's never been mysteriously absent from the blog before.
(Everyone LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY.)
Jonah: I've got it! You know what we can have in this celebration we never had in the last ones? Pictures! That will buy us time! And I'm prety sure zombie Frank SInatra and the cast of RENT are still hanging around.
"Damn," he said, "I'm supposed to be hosting the Compendium thing today, and now I'll never make the 5:00 train."
(A week later, backstage at some FANCY PANTS THEATER.)
Michael: So, I don't think Mr. Samsa's coming. How we doing on the back-up host?
Jonah: Well, I'm calling all the old regulars. Sam keeps cutting out. Wait, I got him.
Samuel L. Jackson: What the **** is it?
Jonah: Well, someone cancelled and we were hoping you could come and host the Compendium 1000th Post Fancy-Pants Celebration.
Samuel L. Jackson: Well, I'd love to help, but I'm a little busy dealing with all the SNAKES on this MOTHER-****ING PLANE! (hangs up)
Michael and Jonah: Oh yeah, the snakes and the plane...
Michael: What about Laurence?
Jonah: His Fancy Pants are at the cleaners.
Michael: Oh.
(NATHAN and MARTEN walk in, dressed as a MONKEY and a PIRATE, respectively)
Nathan: Guys, the audience has been waiting for a week, and even betting on Monkey vs. Pirate has ceased to entertain them. Some of them have gotten really hungry and a few are gnawing their own legs off. Erin's out there now with a guitar singing some Star Wars songs, but if we don't start soon...
Jonah: Ok, I know who to call.
Michael: Comstock boy, if you call Shatner again, I swear I'll -
Jonah: Ok, I don't know who to call. We need a hero.
(SUPERMAN, BATMAN, SPIDERMAN, WONDER WOMAN, The HULK, The FLASH, half a dozen X-MEN, The POWERPUFF GIRLS, The FANTASTIC FOUR, The GREEN LANTERN, HERCULES, and PAUL in a RIDICULOUS costume show up in various AMUSING and DESTRUCTIVE ways.)
Jonah: I'll never get tired of that. So what I need is a host for the Compendiu-
(All the SUPER HEROES, upon learning the nature of the need, DISAPPEAR as quickly as they APPEARED, except for the GREEN LANTERN.)
Green Lantern: I'll do it.
Jonah: Yeah, except we want someone people have heard of.
(The GREEN LANTERN does the Arrested Development DEJECTED SNOOPY WALK.)
Marten: Did anyone notice that that one superhero looked kind of like Paul?
Paul: (emerging with only one PANT LEG on) Nonsense. I've been here all along.
Meanwhile, on stage:
Erin: Bye, Bye, Mr. Anakin Guy
Maybe Vader, Some day later but- (dodges tomato) - You're just a (dodges gnawed off leg)
Ok, this is ridiculous. Now I may not actually play guitar, but I am doing my best here and-
(SUPERMAN, presumably on his way out, swoops by and snags a HUGE ANVIL that was about to hit ERIN as she runs BACKSTAGE)
Erin: Guys, maybe we should just cancel this thing.
Michael: Yeah, the “can't find a host” gimmick isn't even new. I've been reading the archives, and we totally had the same gimmick in the 500th post spectacular.
(Everyone GLARES at JONAH.)
Nathan: Plus there's been two more posts so this will really be the thousand and second, which is so not worth celebrating.
Paul: Where's Thomas anyway? He's never been mysteriously absent from the blog before.
(Everyone LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY.)
Jonah: I've got it! You know what we can have in this celebration we never had in the last ones? Pictures! That will buy us time! And I'm prety sure zombie Frank SInatra and the cast of RENT are still hanging around.
Erin: Ooh, Penguin!
Jonah: Nope, I tried them. And Morgan Freeman. All of my connections with famous black men seem to be for naught. It looks like I’m just gonna have to host this one, myself.
(Jonah dons a REALLY SNAZZY TUX and some really FANCY PANTS and walks out on stage)
Jonah: Ladies and gentleman, thank you so much for waiting. At long last, I present to you, the Compendium 1000th Post Fancy-Pants Celebration!
(The lights come up on 1000 DEAD or DYING ELEPHANTS, an overflowing FOUNTAIN, and all of the LETTERS in “Compendium 1000th Post Fancy-Pants Celebration” lying SHATTERED on the ground, as well as a lot of DEFLATED BALLOONS.)
Jonah: Wow. Weeks and weeks of disuse can really put a damper on a big opening number. I hope the chorus members got out ok. So, on account of us being behind schedule and some guest cancellations, I’m just gonna skip straight to speeches. We’ll start with Erin.
Erin: I remember when Marten first asked me to join Compendium of Stupidity. It was fall of my senior year, and I was in Once in a Lifetime. Marten suggested I join Compendium, and I said: "What?" "Compendium." "What is that?" Ah, so long ago. I remember my first post. Actually, no I don't. But I am going to go into the archives and look up my first post. Did you guys know that the archives still read Planned Impromptu Antique Bathtub Sex? Ah, here it is. The title of my first post was "The New Day is A Great Big Fish." The first thing I said on Compendium was, "Well, well. It finally has worked! Erin here, I finally got in this thing, so... here I am." And here I still am.
Well, well. I have made it through many milestones on Compendium, like the infamous blog wars (remembered occasionally with the refrain, "Remember when Michael and Erin hated each other?"), graduation and college and moving and, most importantly, the last Star Wars prequel. I would like to thank the little people, like Stupid Roommate 1 and Stupid Roommate 2: Ele... no, wait, Stupid Roommate 1 would be "Electric Boogaloo." And certain jerkface boys, and theatre directors, and teachers, and Rob Lowe, and all of our special guest stars over the years, and penguins, and the people who gave us hardwood floors and, most of all, George Lucas, without whom none of this would be possible. The next thousand posts are a Great Big Fish.
(Surviving AUDIENCE MEMBERS applaud)
And next we’ll here from founding members, Nathan and Marten.
Nathan: Pants. Pants Pants Pants Pants. PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS! PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!
Marten: Well, I don’t think I can follow an elegant speech like that one, but here goes. As the founder of the Compendium, I'd just like to say a few things. This all started as a, well, a thing, but it's turned into a way for all of us to keep track of each other, to keep our closest friends posted on whats going on in our lives and plan the occasional get-together. The Compendium of Stupidity has become blah blah blah friendship blah blah blah cornerstone blah blah blah for the people, by the blah blah pillar of democracy blah blah troubled times blah blah blah. In other words, keep posting.
Statler: What does blah mean?
Waldorf: That’s why they call it a blAHg – all they ever do is blah, blah, blah!
(Both LAUGH.)
Jonah: And next is the famous Paul:
Paul: When Jonah asked me to say something for the blog's 3000th post, my first thought was what the heck am I going to write for it? It is the 3000th post after all. 3000 is quite a milestone isn't it? What makes 3000 so special anyway? Who decides that it is an important number? I can see why people make a big deal about going from 999 to 1000. You're starting on a new digit. Perhaps, I thought, it had something to do with the 3. Does the number 3 have some special significance?
Jonah: Should we stop him?
Michael: No, this is funny.
Paul: In Roman numerals, 3 is the largest number with as many lines as the number it represents. The Romans, tiring of trying to decipher between III, IIII, or IIIII, started using other symbols for larger numbers. This is also true in Chinese numerals. Examples of the significance of the number 3 are everywhere including: the Holy Trinity in the Christian faith, and the 3 doshas, or weaknesses, in Ayurvedic medicine in India. 3 is considered a lucky number in Chinese culture because it sounds like the word for alive, compared to the number 4, which sounds like the word for death. People often count to three to help a group perform a synchronized action. In this case the numbers 1 and 2 allow others to predict when 3 will be said, and when they should perform the action. There's the whole Monty Python and the Holy Grail sketch. In leetspeak, 3 is often substituted for the letter E. Luck is often said to come in 3's. The peace sign has 3 points. The Triforce symbol from the Legend of Zelda consists of 3 triangles. 3 is the closest whole number to both pi and e.So yeah, thats all wikiped.. I mean, I have on the number 3. I suppose the best thing about 3000 is that we don't have to wait for 10000 posts to do a big celebration post. Happy 3000th post.
Michael: Yeah. Happy 3000th. (snicker) Anyway, onto my speech.
Jonah: Traditionally, we let someone else introduce us.
Michael: (sticks out his tongue) It's our place. A place that Erin can spin simple tales of collegiate misadventure into an epic to rival The Odyssey. Where Marten is able to brief us on the events of his life and occasionally blow off some steam. Where Jonah regales us with his writing as Poet Laureate of the Blog. Where I'm able to wax rhapsodic about something that amused me, most likely something television-related. Nathan's there too. I'm not sure I'm able to come up with an elegant turn of phrase to describe his contributions, but damn it, he was there too.In the last three years, we've had good times and bad. But for every blog war, there was the epic three-month Star Wars Celebration-aganza-athon. (I'm in the minority, but y'all had fun.) For every misguided hire (Hi Rachel and Matt!) there was that time that I renamed the blog "Planned Impromptu Antique Bathtub Sex." (It's still titled that in the archives; someone should get on that...)
Now is a time of celebration in our lives. Jonah, Nathan and Marten are headed to a prestigious college (I might add that I almost said "prestigious cornfield" there. My bad.) that is worthy to have the three of them as students for the next four years. I'm bound for points south to a college that while addled and dotty and extremely disorganized has its heart in the right place. Erin. Well....uh...she's a junior now, I guess? (I might add that Thomas and Sophia are doing something, but I can't for the life of me think of what. Speaking of which, has anyone seen them recently? I'm just saying.)
In the end, it was a place for us. F***. Now I have Westside Story stuck in my head. Anyway, if anyone encountered our blog, I hope they walked away amused (or possibly disappointed if their search string involved "antique bathtub sex...") or a least felt like they hadn't wasted their time. But if it was just a place for us, where we were ever the only ones reading, then speaking for myself, you guys have shown me a hell of a damn time.
(Everyone APPLAUDS)
Jonah: Well, that’s our show. We hope to screw up less horribly next time.
Michael: By the way, you asterisked me. What the f***?
Jonah: I did it to Samuel L. Jackson, I had to do it to you too. Sorry.
(The CAST walks on stage and WAVES GOODBYE as the production credits roll down the SCREEN.)
(Two HOURS Later)
(A CAB pulls up next to the theater. A GIANT HORRIBLE BUG comically crawls out of the TAXI and skitters into the THEATER. It has an APPLE stuck in its HEAD and other gross bruises. Doing the bug equivalent of panting for breath, it arrives on the DARKENED STAGE at the EMPTY THEATER.)
Gregor Samsa: Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to the… (realizes that no one is left) Oh, bugger.
(Gregor Samsa is SQUASHED by one of the few remaining ELEPHANTS.)
Jonah: Nope, I tried them. And Morgan Freeman. All of my connections with famous black men seem to be for naught. It looks like I’m just gonna have to host this one, myself.
(Jonah dons a REALLY SNAZZY TUX and some really FANCY PANTS and walks out on stage)
Jonah: Ladies and gentleman, thank you so much for waiting. At long last, I present to you, the Compendium 1000th Post Fancy-Pants Celebration!
(The lights come up on 1000 DEAD or DYING ELEPHANTS, an overflowing FOUNTAIN, and all of the LETTERS in “Compendium 1000th Post Fancy-Pants Celebration” lying SHATTERED on the ground, as well as a lot of DEFLATED BALLOONS.)
Jonah: Wow. Weeks and weeks of disuse can really put a damper on a big opening number. I hope the chorus members got out ok. So, on account of us being behind schedule and some guest cancellations, I’m just gonna skip straight to speeches. We’ll start with Erin.
Erin: I remember when Marten first asked me to join Compendium of Stupidity. It was fall of my senior year, and I was in Once in a Lifetime. Marten suggested I join Compendium, and I said: "What?" "Compendium." "What is that?" Ah, so long ago. I remember my first post. Actually, no I don't. But I am going to go into the archives and look up my first post. Did you guys know that the archives still read Planned Impromptu Antique Bathtub Sex? Ah, here it is. The title of my first post was "The New Day is A Great Big Fish." The first thing I said on Compendium was, "Well, well. It finally has worked! Erin here, I finally got in this thing, so... here I am." And here I still am.
Well, well. I have made it through many milestones on Compendium, like the infamous blog wars (remembered occasionally with the refrain, "Remember when Michael and Erin hated each other?"), graduation and college and moving and, most importantly, the last Star Wars prequel. I would like to thank the little people, like Stupid Roommate 1 and Stupid Roommate 2: Ele... no, wait, Stupid Roommate 1 would be "Electric Boogaloo." And certain jerkface boys, and theatre directors, and teachers, and Rob Lowe, and all of our special guest stars over the years, and penguins, and the people who gave us hardwood floors and, most of all, George Lucas, without whom none of this would be possible. The next thousand posts are a Great Big Fish.
(Surviving AUDIENCE MEMBERS applaud)
And next we’ll here from founding members, Nathan and Marten.
Nathan: Pants. Pants Pants Pants Pants. PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS! PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!
Marten: Well, I don’t think I can follow an elegant speech like that one, but here goes. As the founder of the Compendium, I'd just like to say a few things. This all started as a, well, a thing, but it's turned into a way for all of us to keep track of each other, to keep our closest friends posted on whats going on in our lives and plan the occasional get-together. The Compendium of Stupidity has become blah blah blah friendship blah blah blah cornerstone blah blah blah for the people, by the blah blah pillar of democracy blah blah troubled times blah blah blah. In other words, keep posting.
Statler: What does blah mean?
Waldorf: That’s why they call it a blAHg – all they ever do is blah, blah, blah!
(Both LAUGH.)
Jonah: And next is the famous Paul:
Paul: When Jonah asked me to say something for the blog's 3000th post, my first thought was what the heck am I going to write for it? It is the 3000th post after all. 3000 is quite a milestone isn't it? What makes 3000 so special anyway? Who decides that it is an important number? I can see why people make a big deal about going from 999 to 1000. You're starting on a new digit. Perhaps, I thought, it had something to do with the 3. Does the number 3 have some special significance?
Jonah: Should we stop him?
Michael: No, this is funny.
Paul: In Roman numerals, 3 is the largest number with as many lines as the number it represents. The Romans, tiring of trying to decipher between III, IIII, or IIIII, started using other symbols for larger numbers. This is also true in Chinese numerals. Examples of the significance of the number 3 are everywhere including: the Holy Trinity in the Christian faith, and the 3 doshas, or weaknesses, in Ayurvedic medicine in India. 3 is considered a lucky number in Chinese culture because it sounds like the word for alive, compared to the number 4, which sounds like the word for death. People often count to three to help a group perform a synchronized action. In this case the numbers 1 and 2 allow others to predict when 3 will be said, and when they should perform the action. There's the whole Monty Python and the Holy Grail sketch. In leetspeak, 3 is often substituted for the letter E. Luck is often said to come in 3's. The peace sign has 3 points. The Triforce symbol from the Legend of Zelda consists of 3 triangles. 3 is the closest whole number to both pi and e.So yeah, thats all wikiped.. I mean, I have on the number 3. I suppose the best thing about 3000 is that we don't have to wait for 10000 posts to do a big celebration post. Happy 3000th post.
Michael: Yeah. Happy 3000th. (snicker) Anyway, onto my speech.
Jonah: Traditionally, we let someone else introduce us.
Michael: (sticks out his tongue) It's our place. A place that Erin can spin simple tales of collegiate misadventure into an epic to rival The Odyssey. Where Marten is able to brief us on the events of his life and occasionally blow off some steam. Where Jonah regales us with his writing as Poet Laureate of the Blog. Where I'm able to wax rhapsodic about something that amused me, most likely something television-related. Nathan's there too. I'm not sure I'm able to come up with an elegant turn of phrase to describe his contributions, but damn it, he was there too.In the last three years, we've had good times and bad. But for every blog war, there was the epic three-month Star Wars Celebration-aganza-athon. (I'm in the minority, but y'all had fun.) For every misguided hire (Hi Rachel and Matt!) there was that time that I renamed the blog "Planned Impromptu Antique Bathtub Sex." (It's still titled that in the archives; someone should get on that...)
Now is a time of celebration in our lives. Jonah, Nathan and Marten are headed to a prestigious college (I might add that I almost said "prestigious cornfield" there. My bad.) that is worthy to have the three of them as students for the next four years. I'm bound for points south to a college that while addled and dotty and extremely disorganized has its heart in the right place. Erin. Well....uh...she's a junior now, I guess? (I might add that Thomas and Sophia are doing something, but I can't for the life of me think of what. Speaking of which, has anyone seen them recently? I'm just saying.)
In the end, it was a place for us. F***. Now I have Westside Story stuck in my head. Anyway, if anyone encountered our blog, I hope they walked away amused (or possibly disappointed if their search string involved "antique bathtub sex...") or a least felt like they hadn't wasted their time. But if it was just a place for us, where we were ever the only ones reading, then speaking for myself, you guys have shown me a hell of a damn time.
(Everyone APPLAUDS)
Jonah: Well, that’s our show. We hope to screw up less horribly next time.
Michael: By the way, you asterisked me. What the f***?
Jonah: I did it to Samuel L. Jackson, I had to do it to you too. Sorry.
(The CAST walks on stage and WAVES GOODBYE as the production credits roll down the SCREEN.)
(Two HOURS Later)
(A CAB pulls up next to the theater. A GIANT HORRIBLE BUG comically crawls out of the TAXI and skitters into the THEATER. It has an APPLE stuck in its HEAD and other gross bruises. Doing the bug equivalent of panting for breath, it arrives on the DARKENED STAGE at the EMPTY THEATER.)
Gregor Samsa: Hello Ladies and Gentleman and welcome to the… (realizes that no one is left) Oh, bugger.
(Gregor Samsa is SQUASHED by one of the few remaining ELEPHANTS.)
Were you there?
Happy Glorioius 25th of May, Discworld fans!
Today is the day we remember the Glorious People's Republic of Treacle Mine Road and wish a very happy birthday to Young Sam Vimes.
...see how the little angels rise. How do they rise up, rise up, rise up, How do they rise up, rise up high?...
It wasn't even a real Talk; it was a lecture on the evils of homosexuality and pre-marital dancing.
Today is the day we remember the Glorious People's Republic of Treacle Mine Road and wish a very happy birthday to Young Sam Vimes.
...see how the little angels rise. How do they rise up, rise up, rise up, How do they rise up, rise up high?...
It wasn't even a real Talk; it was a lecture on the evils of homosexuality and pre-marital dancing.
09 May 2006
The Truth Shall Make Ye Fred
I think it is worthy of note that our very own Jonah totally pwned the Indianapolis Star the other day with his letter to the editor about the removal of soda machines from schools.
Go Jonah! Go Jonah!
It wasn't even a real Talk; it was a lecture on the evils of homosexuality and pre-marital dancing.
Go Jonah! Go Jonah!
It wasn't even a real Talk; it was a lecture on the evils of homosexuality and pre-marital dancing.
03 May 2006
And now you stay dead.
I am merely posting just so I can post at the same time Michael is. We were taking some kind of math exam core 40 thingy. I hope the computers explode or something. that would be fun. Meanwhile, Michael is finishing his post, and I'm listening to the shufflufugus. That is what I call my iPod now. I'm also being dorky and buying lightsaber parts because my sound board fried. I guess I made some bad connection when adding a new switch. I have released the magic smoke, it will make sound no more.
I no longer work on LC Current. Horrigan and I had an official "falling out" when I would not leave the room to blow my nose. Well, that, and I skipped the block when they didn't need me, but the whole nose blowing thing was the silliest bit of bitchy on top of several silly things she had done that day. I'm sorry if someone doesn't know their lines for one acts, because she has declared that she will turn off the lights and publically apologize that one acts can not continue because people haven't prepared. I bet we'll get through the first two, though, and I'm in the second, so come anyway.
Also, if you want to, come to the choir concert. It might be fun. I might be singing "Anything You Can Do" with someone.
It wasn't even a real Talk; it was a lecture on the evils of homosexuality and pre-marital dancing.
I no longer work on LC Current. Horrigan and I had an official "falling out" when I would not leave the room to blow my nose. Well, that, and I skipped the block when they didn't need me, but the whole nose blowing thing was the silliest bit of bitchy on top of several silly things she had done that day. I'm sorry if someone doesn't know their lines for one acts, because she has declared that she will turn off the lights and publically apologize that one acts can not continue because people haven't prepared. I bet we'll get through the first two, though, and I'm in the second, so come anyway.
Also, if you want to, come to the choir concert. It might be fun. I might be singing "Anything You Can Do" with someone.
It wasn't even a real Talk; it was a lecture on the evils of homosexuality and pre-marital dancing.
27 April 2006
How can I face what I don't want to face when what I don't want to face doesn't have a face?
I am so incredibly tired it's not even funny. What have I been doing since my last post? I can't remember.... Oh yeah, Marten pills and lightsaber building. Lightsaber building has gone slow, I never have time for anything. Horrigan is nuts, as you all know. I have trademarked our new name, the Lost Cause Players™ <--- see the trademark? One Acts are the 16th and 17th of May, if anyone can make it. Some will be good, some will be bad. Bring produce if you want, it could be funny. AH, I'm tired, I forgot to complain about that in more detail. I closed every night last week. I only closed last night this week, but Monday and Tuesday contained more work than I want to deal with durring the last month of school. Pat Sucks. Every night I close with him we get home around midnight. I have to tell him to do everything. Catering also sucks. I officially hate costumers. I'm gonna start sticking them in the smoker and serving them to other customers. I'm tired. I tried to sing everything I said today, but I forgot the words.
I'm buying a car this weekend. It's a volvo. It has seatbelts. It will start when I want it to. It will not stop unexpectedly. It will have a radio. It will have heat. All the doors will open. It wont have an awesome turn radius, but that's okay. It wont have massive amounts of character, but that's okay, too; that will develop as I drive it. I'm excited. You can tell by how I just wrote that I'm excited in the last sentence.
It wasn't even a real Talk; it was a lecture on the evils of homosexuality and pre-marital dancing.
I'm buying a car this weekend. It's a volvo. It has seatbelts. It will start when I want it to. It will not stop unexpectedly. It will have a radio. It will have heat. All the doors will open. It wont have an awesome turn radius, but that's okay. It wont have massive amounts of character, but that's okay, too; that will develop as I drive it. I'm excited. You can tell by how I just wrote that I'm excited in the last sentence.
It wasn't even a real Talk; it was a lecture on the evils of homosexuality and pre-marital dancing.
24 April 2006
So, I shall end an old maid and teach your ten children to embroider cushions and play their instruments very ill.
So, I've been making some pretty enigmatic posts lately, and I think it is time to clarify things for you, my friends, whom I trust to NEVER BREATHE A WORD ABOUT IT if it seems likely that things will become AWKWARD. I haven't explained about it before because I really don't like talking about it, but here it is.
I have a friend at school named Jack. He directed the one-act I was in, in fact. Well, the night that I made the "Why are boys so much trouble?" post, he walked me to my door after rehearsal etc. and he asked me to go to our fake, informal formal with him. Without thinking, I said sure. It didn't even occur to me until after I'd already spoken that he seemed very shy about asking and very happy that I accepted. I freaked out. But the next day everything was back to normal, and I talked to my friend Jenaba and decided that I was probably overreacting, which she seemed to comply with. LITTLE DID I KNOW.
Well, then, the night of the faux formal, Jack was acting all weird the whole night, and I got nervous again. He walked me back to my door again, and by this time I knew what was coming but figured I might as well get it over with. So, he proceeds to explain that he really, really likes me and has liked me since "She Stoops" in the fall and that he liked me while I was going out with his roommate and he had a different girlfriend and GAH. Now, look. I just don't think I like him in that way. I don't know why, and I wish it was otherwise, but there you go. Plus, he just got out of a fairly long-standing relationship. He's been in one relationship or another ever since high school. He's a serial monogamist and doesn't know how to be alone. Anyway, we talked about it, and I told him I didn't think it would be a good idea, and he agreed that he ought to spend some time alone, and we agreed that we wanted to remain good friends.
Things got back to fairly normal fairly quickly. He and I have not directly discussed matters since.
But the following days... well, first someone was all, "What happened between you and Jack? One day he's all happy and talking about you nonstop and now he's all depressed." This really upset me, so I went to talk to one of my friends about it, and all she had in the way of comfort was, "In case there was any doubt on your part, he really, really likes you and he's really sad now." And I was like, "Gee, THANKS." Apparently he had been talking to several of my friends about this for quite some time and continues to do so; it then eventually gets around to me. So basically everyone I know knows more about the situation than I do.
And I feel like probably about the world's worst human being over the whole mess. I have seriously considered going ahead and changing my mind and trying to make it work, but I did that before and it did not turn out well for anybody, and I hated it and I don't want to do it again. But I also really hate that I'm making him so sad.
The day after shit went down was the day I hit the part of Mansfield Park where Fanny refuses Henry Crawford, and it was like even my book was trying to tell me something. See my lj for the relevant quotes.
The issue is, apparently HE saw my lj for relevant quotes also. I DID NOT KNOW HE READ MY LIVEJOURNAL. Whitney told me. Whitney told me he talked to her to ask her if I was talking about him. She played dumb about it, thank God. Granted, this is not exactly internet stalking. There's a link to my lj on facebook. But still, he never mentioned that he read it; I suppose I knew it was a risk, but I thought I was safe. Apparently not. If he goes through various channels and finds his way here, I'm really screwed. This turn of events makes me both frustrated and angry. I feel like even more of a horrible person, but I also feel like I should be able to put up quote on my lj if I want and know who is reading them. The quotes, at least, were nothing but complimentary to him. If you go by what they say, he is apparently handsome, charming, and very rich. But that's all beside the point, because it's NOT MEANT TO BE ABOUT HIM. It's about MY SITUATION. I was comparing my situation to that of Fanny Price and how those quotes came at a very apt time. It's not about YOU, it's about ME. If one can't be egotistical on one's own blog, where can one be egotistical, DAMMIT?
Anyway. I explained all this to my mom yesterday and proclaimed in my despair that I am going to die a spinster, which I am becoming more and more convinced of, and that it is going to be my fault. The really depressing part? She did not contradict me. My own MOTHER. She attempted to resign me to it. She encouraged me to collect dogs rather than cats.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what has been going on with me.
Love, Erin
But this rooster has a beak. A beak that cries out ‘Death-a-doodle-doo!’
I have a friend at school named Jack. He directed the one-act I was in, in fact. Well, the night that I made the "Why are boys so much trouble?" post, he walked me to my door after rehearsal etc. and he asked me to go to our fake, informal formal with him. Without thinking, I said sure. It didn't even occur to me until after I'd already spoken that he seemed very shy about asking and very happy that I accepted. I freaked out. But the next day everything was back to normal, and I talked to my friend Jenaba and decided that I was probably overreacting, which she seemed to comply with. LITTLE DID I KNOW.
Well, then, the night of the faux formal, Jack was acting all weird the whole night, and I got nervous again. He walked me back to my door again, and by this time I knew what was coming but figured I might as well get it over with. So, he proceeds to explain that he really, really likes me and has liked me since "She Stoops" in the fall and that he liked me while I was going out with his roommate and he had a different girlfriend and GAH. Now, look. I just don't think I like him in that way. I don't know why, and I wish it was otherwise, but there you go. Plus, he just got out of a fairly long-standing relationship. He's been in one relationship or another ever since high school. He's a serial monogamist and doesn't know how to be alone. Anyway, we talked about it, and I told him I didn't think it would be a good idea, and he agreed that he ought to spend some time alone, and we agreed that we wanted to remain good friends.
Things got back to fairly normal fairly quickly. He and I have not directly discussed matters since.
But the following days... well, first someone was all, "What happened between you and Jack? One day he's all happy and talking about you nonstop and now he's all depressed." This really upset me, so I went to talk to one of my friends about it, and all she had in the way of comfort was, "In case there was any doubt on your part, he really, really likes you and he's really sad now." And I was like, "Gee, THANKS." Apparently he had been talking to several of my friends about this for quite some time and continues to do so; it then eventually gets around to me. So basically everyone I know knows more about the situation than I do.
And I feel like probably about the world's worst human being over the whole mess. I have seriously considered going ahead and changing my mind and trying to make it work, but I did that before and it did not turn out well for anybody, and I hated it and I don't want to do it again. But I also really hate that I'm making him so sad.
The day after shit went down was the day I hit the part of Mansfield Park where Fanny refuses Henry Crawford, and it was like even my book was trying to tell me something. See my lj for the relevant quotes.
The issue is, apparently HE saw my lj for relevant quotes also. I DID NOT KNOW HE READ MY LIVEJOURNAL. Whitney told me. Whitney told me he talked to her to ask her if I was talking about him. She played dumb about it, thank God. Granted, this is not exactly internet stalking. There's a link to my lj on facebook. But still, he never mentioned that he read it; I suppose I knew it was a risk, but I thought I was safe. Apparently not. If he goes through various channels and finds his way here, I'm really screwed. This turn of events makes me both frustrated and angry. I feel like even more of a horrible person, but I also feel like I should be able to put up quote on my lj if I want and know who is reading them. The quotes, at least, were nothing but complimentary to him. If you go by what they say, he is apparently handsome, charming, and very rich. But that's all beside the point, because it's NOT MEANT TO BE ABOUT HIM. It's about MY SITUATION. I was comparing my situation to that of Fanny Price and how those quotes came at a very apt time. It's not about YOU, it's about ME. If one can't be egotistical on one's own blog, where can one be egotistical, DAMMIT?
Anyway. I explained all this to my mom yesterday and proclaimed in my despair that I am going to die a spinster, which I am becoming more and more convinced of, and that it is going to be my fault. The really depressing part? She did not contradict me. My own MOTHER. She attempted to resign me to it. She encouraged me to collect dogs rather than cats.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what has been going on with me.
Love, Erin
But this rooster has a beak. A beak that cries out ‘Death-a-doodle-doo!’
21 April 2006
Pasta Past Paste
I found my iPod! It was in my Dad's car. So I charged it up and hit shuffle, and the first thing that came up was Rob Girvin singing about how he was going to die. It was nice.
I'm going to Prom tomorrow, but not with my girlfriend. I wish I was going with my girlfriend, but I'm going with Catie, which is almost as good. It should still be fun.
I successfully made spagetti by myself, without anyone telling me what to do. And it actually tasted good.
Finally, for those of you who don't already know, I've decided to go to Wooster, despite the presence of my meddlesome doppleganger. I'll manage.
One more story I have to share. Levi was here top see West Side Story (which was awesome, by the way) and we played the party quirks game. My quirk was Morgan Freeman. Jonah got it when I picked up a chip and said "This chip will not survive the party," then ate it. It was really funny.
But this rooster has a beak. A beak that cries out ‘Death-a-doodle-doo!’
I'm going to Prom tomorrow, but not with my girlfriend. I wish I was going with my girlfriend, but I'm going with Catie, which is almost as good. It should still be fun.
I successfully made spagetti by myself, without anyone telling me what to do. And it actually tasted good.
Finally, for those of you who don't already know, I've decided to go to Wooster, despite the presence of my meddlesome doppleganger. I'll manage.
One more story I have to share. Levi was here top see West Side Story (which was awesome, by the way) and we played the party quirks game. My quirk was Morgan Freeman. Jonah got it when I picked up a chip and said "This chip will not survive the party," then ate it. It was really funny.
But this rooster has a beak. A beak that cries out ‘Death-a-doodle-doo!’
20 April 2006
Have I already used traffic cones?
Today has been a day for retrospection. It started when I realized I should start making a newspaper portfolio. I started pouring through our ridiculously disorganised archives to find papers from sophomore year. It made me think about that year, that year's seniors. How different I am now from then, and from them, and how the same too. Then in band we did the paperwork for the banquet and I had to report my favorite band memory. Anyway, it's just been a day of thinking about the past.
I like myself more now, I think, then I ever have. And other people like me too. And it wasn't the senior year that I planned for by a long shot, but I think it all worked out for the best. What's the cliche'd quote? "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be"? Something like that. And now it's all almost over and it's all starting over again, because of course it never ends until it does, and then you're dead. That's my own quote by the way.
So, anyhoo, the blogosphere as they call it these days has been eerily quiet of late, and I dissapprove strongly. So please recommence existing, all of you. You too, Evie.
But this rooster has a beak. A beak that cries out ‘Death-a-doodle-doo!’
I like myself more now, I think, then I ever have. And other people like me too. And it wasn't the senior year that I planned for by a long shot, but I think it all worked out for the best. What's the cliche'd quote? "I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be"? Something like that. And now it's all almost over and it's all starting over again, because of course it never ends until it does, and then you're dead. That's my own quote by the way.
So, anyhoo, the blogosphere as they call it these days has been eerily quiet of late, and I dissapprove strongly. So please recommence existing, all of you. You too, Evie.
But this rooster has a beak. A beak that cries out ‘Death-a-doodle-doo!’
15 April 2006
Very well. You make me sad. Come, Patsy.
It is with the deepest regret that I inform you that in all likelihood I will not be able to attend "West Side Story." My intention was to come tomorrow, but upon arriving at home I discovered that I am previously engaged to do Easter with my mom's family beginning at 4 that day and not almost beyond question not ending until after the show has commenced. I wish this was not the case; I even wondered aloud if the festivities could be started earlier, but it was not to be. My mind then turned to attending last night, but I did not even get home until 7, which I am assuming was the time the show started.
Can you tell I've been reading Jane Austen again?
I'm really, really sorry and really, really sad. Will the performance be taped?
But this rooster has a beak. A beak that cries out ‘Death-a-doodle-doo!’
Can you tell I've been reading Jane Austen again?
I'm really, really sorry and really, really sad. Will the performance be taped?
But this rooster has a beak. A beak that cries out ‘Death-a-doodle-doo!’
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