Smallhouse Log

Sunday
"These people over here, these are the D students." -Don Kane, 03/28/2005

"So far so good, or say they say in Mission Control. The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul. The rockets burn as circles click and turn and fall into their place. Robots can't cry, don't laugh, can't die, in the darkness of space. He is strong! Made of steel, with a graphite lining! Watch his eyes flicker slow like the batteries are dying. Three strands of wire, threefold the tie that binds. She is the one thing on the Earth for which he still pines. To his heart, she is life, so he prays to his maker with a sigh, as his fire flickers out because

robots never cry.

Space Robot V, is he alive?"

or

"I don't want the right to want what's wrong, we're not in any love hexagon; we are way beyond that. But I'm looking for more than just a life of acquisition of boredom; I know there's more than (More than what?) Don't interrupt, or I will self-destruct and distance myself further and refuse to listen. (Oh is that some kind of threat?) No, I quit being so vicious."

"I want to break loose immediately from this hideous idiocy."

later
"We'll talk about zebra fish occaisionally; I can't help it." -Don Kane, 03/28/2005

Lesson: Don't successfully shotgun Mt. Dew.

Saturday
"Zebra fish are pretty; they swim around and they have stomachs." -Don Kane, 03/28/2005

Half done! Woo!

The Passerines EP is So Cute. It's a miniCD.

later still
"You better watch out or I'll smear krispy Kreme batter all over my face." -Leah, 05/09/2005

    JA: "'Kill a teammember. [2 points. No *** limit]'"
    Someone refers to Max P.
    JJ: "'Guys, I know how we can win this thing.'"

Bananas! Bananas! Bananas!

Urgle blah bliggity-blang oocha. Nyaaaaa!

Friday, Seventh Week
"You want to check if you have any movies that Sylvester Stallone is in. Hopefully you don't. But you might." -Pedro, 04/12/2005

So I said the toilet needed to be pink. Judging Snitchcock's page, I couldn't help but notice they had painted a toilet pink.

Took down No Pants Day banners. Now back to this Civ paper.

Monday?, Sixth Week
"Hey, we're on, like, the end of the book! [pause] Oh, nevermind, it's just an appendix." -Leah, 05/02/2005

I just found myself explaining a Pit of Never Return as "a place where the void wanders in and out, and maybe sits down and has coffee."

Apparantly, the new dorm will not be drafty. I have been assured, however, that it will still be cool.

Patrick and I were discussing moral rigorism, and I quoted Douglas Adams at him, but I know longer no what I wanted to say about that.

Things I've Learned Recently:
1. When she storms out, storm after her.
1. No one likes a survivalist.

Strange Things I have seen.
1. So I'm at work, at La Petit Folie, at the door, doing that thing I do. I look up, out the window, and there're the usual things: People sitting on benches, reading newspapers, strolling, all such things. Except that there's this one kid, standing in the flower garden, facing the resteraunt, pants down, leaning back and taking a whizz. No one else seems to have noticed this six-year-old at all. I didn't quite succeed in not cracking up.
1. I also had a crazy shoot-out with Ulav, but that's old news, and I'll probably write about it later.

Introspections and Resolutions:
I will Dance my way to Fitness.
I will adopt the Structured Day.
I'm also rewriting my ethical code. This time, ethical forms.
Also, I sold out. I mean, I work for money in a French resteraunt.

I don't know if I made myself clear: he literally ran up the side of this building.

And, for the record, I still maintain that more things than hilarity and hijinks are posessed of the ability to ensue.

You're not ready. None of you are ready. No one is ready. You have a sink? Too bad, we want a toilet. Nyaa.

Saturday, Fifth Week
"We were partying for some reason. I think it was because it was Thursday." -Sam that used to hate me, 04/29/2005

Crazy Weekend!

  • Last night: What may have been the best sandwich of my life.
  • Tomorrow: Get up/ still be awake at six am.
  • Barely evaded clever trap. I want water, there is water. Tied to a string, tied to a wire, connected to other wires. Drop water. Run, run!
  • Began dancing my way to fitness.
  • Drinking-Strip-Set: Drinking makes it easier, stripping makes it more involved.
  • Timed Connor as he climbed the outside of Hitchcock to the third floor silently in 38 seconds.
  • Went to concert drunk with other Judges, and the bouncer wrote sXe o the backs of our hands. Apparantly, I was the only one pissed about this. Got flack about it from vegan-fraternisers.
  • Kickball: Team Not beats Team Hot by a ridiculous amount.
  • Soccer: Team NotUs beats Team Us, 17 to 1.
  • These are no longer my good jeans. Gratuitous kickball slides, then fire.
  • Fluxx.
  • Crashed party at Max, took off pants, walked to Lola's birthday party without them on. Met A+ along the way.
  • Tried to crash other random party on Ellis. It was very blue.
  • Introduced Judges to both 'Big Mac, Fillet of Fish' and Big Bootie. Big Bootie was smashing success; Steve couldn't believe people ever played it sober.
  • Lisa's band rocks. Bought the Hyde Five comp, owe Loren monies for it.
  • Skank pit in after-hours Cobb.
  • Snuck into Hitchcok.
  • Help Joe declare his obsession to random girl. He'd kill for her.
  • Swung on two different swings. Nearly killed by friends who were trying to save me from lesser evil of tree.
  • Leaped into what failed to be arms. Many times.
  • Gave Erica a piggyback.
  • Stole flags. Waved them for all they're worth.
  • Got told I was sexy on two different occaisions.
  • Ran into random people who asked me if I knew Eric Richards. They were trying to find his apartment.
  • Drunk-dialed LeeAnne to apologise for drunk-dialing her the night before at 2:30 am.
  • Saw far too much of the MacLab staff.
  • Fink broke my gun. Gotta get a new one.

Now, sleep. Just a little.