Wednesday, Second Week, Winter Quarter
"You can't, though. You don't have any humming or stuffus." -Leah, 11/26/2006
So I just noticed that Smallhouse seems to be the only active site on exitseraphim anymore. (I know what most of you are thinking, but you can spare me from that particular comment.) This and my increasing frustration with not having my own webspace are causing me to think that perhaps the time is right to move out of Zarya's basement and get my own place. Which I will then twist to my own insidious ends. Yes.
This "having all my homework done well in advance" thing is kinda eerie, to tell the truth. Others might disagree. But what do grad students know? NOTHING, that's what.
Summary of the recently surreal: Kid fake-punches me in the stomach while my mouth is full, blames it on scav, scampers off. I may be the heir to the English throne. My collage receives critical acclaim in collage class. My fairy tales class is full of misandry. Kuviasungnerk. New Hot Side Hot members pulled viciously from the ranks of the Cold Side Cold. I enter a contest of wills and wits with the Grumpy Guy at the Kosher Deli; I lose, but not by too much.
Google Calender doesn't work with the latest version of Firefox? Hm.
another hour later
"Two-thirds the mass of Jupiter? That's a big mother!" -Professor Winsatt, 10/12/2006
I think I lost both of my new pens over the break. Also, I found more quotes and uploaded some poems. I discovered I'd screwed up the RSS, too. Gotta try to avoid that in the future. If ya'll are ever not sure the link went to the right post, czech the main cruise index -hopefully, I'll have at least done that correctly. Another conversation tidbit, but I know where this one's from: my Moments of Happiness class.
Bene is searching for a word.
Bene: "The Fellowship of the Ring is one of these...."
Someone: "Trilogy?"
Silence.
Someone Else: "Epic?"
Silence.
Yet Someone Else: "Allegory?"
Bene: 'That's it!'
My phone has been beeping at me to charge it all day. I guess I should do that.
later that night
RSS continues to infuriate me. I don't know if it's just the Google aggregator or something else, but I can't see the item I added to the feed until an hour after I updated the feed -even if I press the refresh button on the aggregator, which one would think would, oh, I don't know, look at the feed to see if it's been updated! Aagh.
While trying to get Dr. Google to divulge everything she knows about RSS, I discovered something cool, though. In about the fifteenth tutorial I looked at, it told me how to make the little RSS thing appear in the address bar in Firefox, and wherever it appears in all the other browsers as well. It was easy to implement, and is the main purpose of this update, pretty much. I couldn't even find a quote. (As an aside, that quote from the last update was not, for the record, directed at me. Not that I remember, anyway.) Actually, I did, kinda, but I'm not sure who said it, when, or why, but it was on a scrap of paper in my quote jar (which is, in point of fact, a can) and I enjoyed it immensely.
Person 1: "Is there a tiger inside you?"
Person 2: "No, it wouldn't fit; there's too many guts."
There was also a third line, but I need to qualify it by saying that I suspect it was said at a separate time, and possibly by a different person. But that doesn't make it necessarily unrelated.
Person X: "I don't want to be bulky; this is important to me."
These three lines were written on a piece of paper containing notes for an early stage of of John's and my python implementation of Carcassonne for Software Construction, so that puts it at being mid-Winter Quarter, last year. Due to the structure and word choices of the first two lines, I suspect the persons come from a set of John, Leah, and myself, though I wouldn't put money on it. Maybe someone else remembers.
Now I'm going to have a sandwich.
The fifth day of Christmas
"If you puke, I'll hold your hair back. How was the strip club?" -Andy, 04/09/2004
I really couldn't make the excuse of being too busy to update anymore, since I spent the last hour staring into space thinking about Scav Hunt, the US highway system, the 605 House, and Rachel Ries, though not in that order. Rachael Ries is apparently originally from South Dakota -one of Sioux Falls's fauxburbs, in fact- and is even now still in Chicago, and doing shows. Now I just need to find one I can go to. And I totally mispelled 'apparently' earlier in this paragraph, but caught it in time, for those of you who are keeping track. I can change. I can learn. Yeah.
I'd also been wondering whatever happened to the 605 House. I had some good times there. I could have had some better ones, but the ones I had were pretty good. Even that time I got jailbaited. The 605 House basement is what I think of everytime I hear the Modern Machines' "We're a Basement Band". Come to think of it, it also what I think of whenever I think of Nilay Patel, though I'm not sure exactly why.
And, for the second time, Leah and I argued last night about what a highway is. We must have spent most of an hour on this, which seems bizzare now. In any case, neither of us can any longer use the word "highway" to each other and expect to be understood. So it goes.
This post should really be a flow chart, with the first paragraph leading into the next two seperately, and each of them seperately leading to Scav Hunt, which may well lead back into Rachel Ries. I spent much of the staring-into-spoce time trying to think up some good Scav Hunt items, which seems to get harder every year. Maybe my enthusiasm is waning. I haven't even stated for sure what my involvement is going to be this year, beyond helping to pick new judges, but the deadline is coming up fast. I've been explicitly forbidden from being on Team Burn-This-Mother-Down, though, since I apparantly already know too much, so it's either Judgeship or watching from the sidelines. Hm....
This post seems dense to me, which may mean either that I'm out of practice with writing them, or I've let too much build up and am trying to cram it all into one update. Both of those contain a solution in writing more often, I suppose. We'll see what happens.
Also, Mom, Dad, thanks for the pyjama pants. I'm now convinced that they are getting more comfortable with every minute I wear them.
Tuesday
"It's like air, only brooding." -HS, 07/25/200?
So I guess I was wrong about not writing poetry, because I wrote three today. Well, two and a haiku. I have trouble accepting any haiku I might write as poetry. Sooo.... here.
Maybe I'll, uh, something. Whatever. At least I voted.
Monday, Seventh Week
"Some people have nipples in weird places." -Leah, 03/12/2006
The following is from They Might Be Giants' "Stalk of Wheat":
I was looking for a friend (At the end)
At the end of the line, and it took me 'til the end of time.
I was all out of luck (Like a duck)
Like a duck that died;
I was all out of juice (Like a moose)
Like a moose denied.
I was all out of money like a bunny that's broke,
I was all out of work like jerk who's a joke,
And I was out of ideas, like I is, like I is,
Like I is, like I is, like I is.
And from 1945's "Aurora Borealis":
Inside of everything
Is someplace I've got to go.
It leaves me hypnotised
By the way I seem to leave
Everyone I've ever known
Well, Everyone I've ever known
And that's what today was like. Then I had pizza (Leah: "Wait a minute, pizza? That's not vegan." I: "I just bought a thing of milk.... I'll be vegan when it's done."). Hawaiian pizza.
Speaking of Leah, more 1945, this time "Make Out in the Dark":
I fall,
Every time she calls,
To an early grave
That's growing in her room.
With lips
Like ribbons on a gift,
....And sure enough, she's sleeping on the floor,
In a black shirt so long that I'm barely hanging on,
hanging on.
I suspect the reason that I don't write much poetry anymore is because everything has already been said, and better, by either 1945, Atmosphere, or the Magnetic Fields. Or the Mountain Goats, but I don't think I wrote many of those kind of poems anyway.
I did just uncover my collection of erotic Magnetic Poetry haiku, though. Maybe those'll be up here for the next post.
Sunday
"Any STDs will be killed by the jalepeño." -Stan, 05/26/2005
So last night, I went to see A Prairie Home Companion with Leah and Laura. Leah didn't really like it. I really liked it. I kind of made me nostalgic for the Midwest proper, and also (even though I haven't left this behind yet) being backstage at the Folk Festival. Hmm. Yeah, it was a weird movie -a very weird movie- but in a very familiar way.
I don't really know what I'm trying to express with this, but Ruthie demands that I write more, so here it is.
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