Smallhouse Log

That evening
"If you name something, you make it happen. Especially if you do it with the power of Science." -Sevda Numanbayraktaroglu, 05/20/2004

That was my SOSC teacher. Yes, she actually said that. She's such a cool teacher.

In class today, I know she really said, "Hope that the revolution will happen one day," but it sure sounded like she said it will happen Monday.

Also, notes from class: 'Self-surveilance is a value. We learn to derive pleasure through self-surveilance. Through self-surveilance and surveilance of others, we exert power. Through self-surveilance, we evade power.' Now, this is almost exactly what she said, and it had gotten me thinking. Namely, that these principles would very succinctly explain the current blogging craze. People examine their lives and feelings intensely in their blogs; it's a form of self-surveilance.

I'm going to sell my Chronic Mass CD. I wonder how much I can get for it?

Ten minutes later

It just got a little more addicting. I found out you can actually see who has bid on whom. Granted, the usernames can be whatever someone wants, but I do have two bids from lola, two from she, and three from yourmom, who is currently in the lead. I'd guess that lola is, in fact, Lola, and she could very well be trying to up the prices, (or she wants to go on a lot of dates, also possible). But who is she? she has bid on a number of other people, too. Hmm. But yourmom has, as far as I can tell, only bid on me. And she's on top. I wonder....

I should be using these analytical skills on that paper I'm 'writing'. The one who's second extension is due today. It's cool, though, I've only got a little over a page left until I reach the maximum limit. I'm not sure I'll fit everything in, but I can make a pretty cemented argument.

Did I mention yourmom was on top? Your mom likes to be on top.

Thursday
"I'm buying a gun." -Heavens, 05/04/2004

What's more addicting than Facebook?

The Vegan Date Auction. I check my price everytime I go on the internet. Current standings: highest priced male at $7, second highest priced overall -beating out both Colin and that accursed brick of tofu. I was neck-and-neck with that tofu for a long time, yo. It was not cool.

Not that I'm addicted to Facebook, anyway. I douse it like prosthetic e-mail, though, and an improved version of stalkernet. That's really what it is, a kind of creepy cross between stalkernet and the pic book, so one doesn't have to use both to be a creepy stalker type.

It really does take almost all the fun out of it, though.

Wednesday

I have come to the conclusion that I am covered in cat hair.

And now, fun with Latin: 'He had to fake it 'til he fecit.'

Also, as any Latin scholar can tell you, Neminem (nobody) is the accusitive of Nemo. It occurs to me, then, that Eminem (which could be anybody) is most likely the accusitive of Emo.

Latin brings out some surprising truths, I'd say.

Friday

I learned an important life lesson this morning: Don't set your own arm on fire.

Scav hunt has been going now for 33 hours and 39 minutes. It's time for me to go to bed.

I'm psyched for Calvinball, though; I've wanted to play it for years.

Best item: #196. Mashed potatos and gravity.

Sunday

Oh, man, I'm so out of quotes. It's not even funny.

How can it be funny without the quotes?

Man, my tongue is kinda sore. I mostly blame that jawbreaker I was working on all of yesterday afternoon. I successfully broke through two whole bands of colour, but now I pay the price.

I had forgotten what an awesome and beautiful song "Hard to Believe" by The Way is. "Sunshine" by Witness, too. And let's not forget "For the Longest Time" by that great man, Billy Joel.

So, a weekend of partying. Not much to really say other than that I had a great time, and celebrated May Day in grand style. I also met Dewey's future RA, I think.

It was really nice to have a weekend off and just hang out. I did learn a few things, though. I now know just how useful arms can be, and I believe I may have discovered their ultimate purpose (and no, it's not carrying large amounts of lumber from Cobb to Shoreland at seven, ante meridian, on a Sunday in a pink coat and purple hat, though I did that, too). Also, beautiful women speaking French: I have a newfound appreciation for all of France. I think I'm cured of my anti-Frankism.

Gauls were still way cooler, however.