Smallhouse Log

Wednesday
"I drink ethanol. You don't drink ethanol." -Dr. Rosemary Zaragoza, 05/21/2004

It's like raisens were meant to be eaten with chopsticks. My notes from the past couple days:

This year I have become a fascist, a vegan, and finally understood both nihilism and asceticism.

There are obscene amounts of booze in the classics lounge fridge.

Try googling for 'sneak into BSLC' sometime. You'll get relevant results.

I want to be the first up against the wall when the revolution comes. Just another way fascism serves my needs.

Bio now officially equals screwed.

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Highlights of googlizing 'raised by wolves':

  • raised by wolves is the product of 11 years of grueling market research
  • raised by wolves is about this music
  • raised by wolves is purely narrative
  • raised by wolves is an epic in word and image that probes the gap between dreams and reality
  • raised by wolves is louder and more demanding than its 'siblings'
  • raised by wolves is not a new story line
  • raised by wolves is a myth
  • raised by wolves is guided by bagheera
  • raised by wolves is smashing box office records across japan
  • raised by wolves is supposed to
  • raised by wolves is determined to save the forest
  • raised by wolves is brought into high society in 1906
  • raised by wolves is ok in my book
  • raised by wolves is encouraged to get out of the jungle and get a life

    Haha, I'll figure out highlights for 'Ian' later. Paul, if you read this, may I recommend googlizing 'Dsone'.

    So I set out to have an adventure today. I had my full adventure kit: flashlight, twine, pocketknife, clean pair of underwear. I did not, however, have getting-dirty clothes, waterproof shoes, or a place to put my backpack.

    Or a 'to be opened in the event of my death or disappearance' letter.

    • Monday, Ninth Week
    "Let's go fight a chariotle battle, a chariotive battle.... It sounds ridiculous in English, doesn't it? A chariotic battle?" -Robert Germany, 05/24/2004

    I can't find where I set the spool of white thread when I moved the sewing machine, so I can't mend my jeans. Which is why I'm posting.

    So I was standing on my desk just now, and I was all like, "Man, why haven't I done this more often?" Then I realised that this is the first time my desk has ever been clean enough to do so.

    Oh, yeah, I'm cleaning my room. I think it was partly spurred on by that mouse, partly by the accumulation of stuff for next year's Hunt that I don't want to inconvenience my roommate with, and party by the addition of all the culinary tools and foodstuffs formerly in the kitchen cupboard to which I no longer have a key. But my room still seems somehow less crowded than before.... even though as far as I can tell, the only thing not gotten back from Scav is my tub of fabric scraps.

    Speaking of that mouse, he was a psycho. He could jump like mad, and kept trying to climb my skateboard (not to be confused with sgoatboard) and slipping off as the wheel he was on spun. He also managed to climb my roommate's bookshelf. Vanessa theorised that he was just checking things out in here, not living, and that he moved about by way of the radiators, which would explain why he kept diving behind it when I went to track him down.

    The Princess Bride is such a wonderful movie. Leah's copy was definately somewhat different than mine, though. There was one clip of a scene that was glaringly unfamiliar (and since I'd seen the movie thirty-eight other times, yes, I think I can say that) and the music for the credits was certainly in variance with what I had been used to.

    Like that matters. It's still the best movie evarr.

    I feel bad about pseudo-sexiling Joan, though. I mean, obviously she wasn't really sexiled, but apparantly she wasn't exactly planning on coming back to the room for a while, either.

    I hope whatever she's sick with isn't too contageous....

    Saturday
    "Pants off! Pants off!" -Kaury, 05/22/2004

    I know who yourmom is. (And by 'know', I mean.... well, it is your mom.)

    So it appears that the other two people interested in running Mr. Hyde Records are not so much interested in running it as they interested in helping with it. It would seem I have, indeed, inherited an independant record label, after all. Rock on, me. (Rock on, crazy-busy schedule.)

    So the concert was.... well, few people showed up. I completely missed Capiche, but there was an unexpected out-of-town band called 'Where's Jimmy K At?' that was pretty good. The had a song about secret sauce that was just rockin'. First Coat was down a man, due to a cancelled flight. They were also, of course, down a woman from last time I saw them.

    The post-scav Party was cramped, hot, and not that great a lot of the time, but it wasn't that bad; it had its high points. Mehi broke a fluorescent light -with his head. Soon after that, Sebastian kicked us all out. I ended up walking Leah home.... except without the 'home' bit. Or at least, her home. We went to go play in the Lake, and there were already a couple of skinnydippers there! So we ran in the waves, Chariots of Fire style. Then we went to Shoreland to clean up before I walked her home for real.

    We did clean up.

    I did walk her home, eventually.

    Apparantly, Leah saved me from myself. Connor stopped me this afternoon at Summer Breeze, and asked me if I felt alright. He was concerned because, as he informed me, I'd consumed a fairly large amount of what Lorange Sailor refered to as "Pirate Rum", which was this absolutely delicious 140-proof foreign rum. I kept trying to steal the bottle (and thus was able to tell Corey today that, yes, I had had rum in my pants just yesterday). There was also the most of a Coke which he had given me as a sign of our friendship, and which Kaury turned into a whiskey-and-coke by adding a quarter bottle of Jim Beam. Hmm. I suspect I was in fact getting more intoxicated as we left, since the rum was still hitting my system. That could've had something to do with the jumping in the lake. He was amazed that I didn't have a hangover. (I still have not had one, and have no intention of doing so.) Later on, however, I learned that one apparantly only gets hangovers if one goes to sleep drunk, and that staying up until the liquer wears off is the best way to prevent them.

    Not having slept last night, that was no problem.

    Interesting sidestory: Patrick and Alice leave 606. A fair time later, Patrick returns. I comment, "You were gone a while." Patrick responds by saying, "I was walking Alice home to Breck." Josh, who was visiting for a bit, says, "Oh, is that what they're calling it these days." At which I chime in, "Theoretically, I walked a girl home last night. Yeah, did I mention I didn't sleep?" And then we all laugh at Patrick. Hahahah. The Pokemon defense is worse that gender equality one, by the way, and I'm not sure it's true, either.

    Irrelevant sidestory: Wednesday night, I was eating in Pierce with Chris, Witold, and Kristen. Chris commented on my attempt at a vegan dinner. And lo and behold, my fortune cookie had something to say about veganism: "Strong and bitter words indicate a weak cause." Nice.

    So I'm still at $9, but that's cool, because I know who's holding me down. Besides, I'm also fifth out of nineteen guys. The girls kind of jumped ahead. The only things that bother me are that Colin is ahead of me again, and that the brick of tofu is catching up on me hardcore. I hate that tofu, along with Set and motion-sensitive floodlights.

    Snap! I just saw a mouse crawling on my radiator! What is a mouse doing in my room? There's no food he can get to! There's not much food, period, and it's all either in the fridge of on top of things. How did he get in, either? This is disturbing. I never thought I'd have mice! I mean, he was kind of cute, but still!

    I should sleep. Sleep is delicious, like lentils.

    Late that night
    "We shall not grow wiser before we learn that much that we have done was very foolish." -The Road to Serfdom, Selma Friedrich Hayek

    She is Allie. J.S. is catching up with me at $7, Lola's holding me at $8 (despite telling me she didn't have the money to bid on me anymore), I'm holding Lola at $3 (despite telling her I didn't have the money to bid), I bumped Sara up to $10 without taking her, and I'm wondering just who camus is. You see, Camus overbid me on both Kaury and Mel (neither of whom I wanted greatly to buy), and has taken a few others, holding the top on all of them. Who is this camus?

    This is more fun that most video games.

    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.