The history of my stupidity will not be written.

Happy Rhino is Happy.

Mon, 29 Jun 2009 00:33:55 GMT

[Climbing Mt. Cootha With a Chicken]

This is a photo from our adventure up Mt. Cootha. I am the one riding the rhino. You can tell because I am speaking in a font called 'Georgia.' Babs, of course, is the one wearing a zookeeper hat. (Xie took the photo so cannot be in it, obviously.)

The only thing about it that is photoshopped is DJ's horn. It is filed down so he cannot as effectively destroy things, but I photoshopped it to make it as sharp as it is supposed to be.

There are two bite marks on the sword because there was already one, and we were wondering if it was in fact a bite mark. We said it was probably from James, but then Babs remembered that particular sword once resided at the Hexenberg and so could be hers. So she bit it for comparison purposes, and lo, the bites were the same. Verily, Babs is indeed the sword biting culprit.

How the heck do they get it on top of the plane, anyway??

Tue, 02 Jun 2009 23:57:53 GMT

SO COOL!

I'm in Florida with my family. I fished on the shore all morning, so I could try and at least get some bar study done while chilling out in a beach chair and (in theory) maybe catching something. The fish were not having it, though, so I really just spent more time catching sand fleas to use for bait than fishing, and I got so few bites I had to let 9/10ths of the sand fleas go.

So Dad and I went to a little bridge over the channel to try fishing there, and at least we got plenty of bites. He caught a tiny tiny sea bass, and I got a little silver something which neither dad or I recognized, which is odd, because pretty much all we ever catch is small silver inedible fish, so we're kind of experts on those.

And then just before we decided to wind up to leave, I looked over and saw a low-flying, bizarre shaped plane, so close to us. I commented idly on it, kept fishing. About a minute later, my dad was all, "Susan. Look." So I did. Still the same weird plane. "You recognize that one," he said, and suddenly I did.

It was the friggin' space shuttle riding on top of a friggin' 747. It was so cool looking. It seemed like it was flying way too low, so I guess it had to be going in for a landing close by.

Totally unexpected, which I guess is what made it so completely awesome. Just, randomly looking over, while trying in vain to tempt a nibbling fish to hook itself, to suddenly see the space shuttle roaring by. It totally made up for the fact I suck at fishing.

Fri, 13 Feb 2009 00:12:09 GMT

I just lit my hair on fire while trying to make the bed. I am a domestic goddess.

I managed not to burn the house down while putting it out (with the help of a stuffed wombat and my own hands), but damn burnt hair smells bad.

I like happy endings.

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 19:46:44 GMT

Update: Operation Dog Retrieval has been completed successfully. Mom picked her up from the pound, and aside from the indignity of spending two nights in kennels alongside a bunch of stinky noisy mongrels and getting a microchip inserted into her, she's no worse the wear for it.

Next up: Figure out how the heck she escaped and where the heck her tags fell off at.

I think I love you, anonymous craigslist poster

Sat, 10 Jan 2009 03:51:46 GMT

I'm not sure anything has ever made me so happy as seeing this craigslist ad: http://atlanta.craigslist.org/laf/985731455.html

She is a very old dog, and when last night my parents could not find her, I was 200% convinced she'd found a warm nook in the backyard to curl up and die in. Because, well, she's only vaguely mobile. She can't really move, and has a disturbing tendency to suddenly fall asleep while standing up whenever she does try to go somewhere.

But then daylight came and they STILL couldn't find her. So then we decided the crazy lady next door stole her. Because, obviously, that's the only logical possibility. Also she once threatened to call animal control on us becauase Raptor, our cat, "ate some tuna at her house," and everyone knows when a cat eats tuna it means they're being neglected and starved to death. So clearly since Sheba can't walk anywhere, someone must have stolen her. BLAME THE CRAZY LADY NEXT DOOR.

Anyway, this is a distracted way of saying I spent all of day convinced at any moment Mom would call me to tell me they found Sheba's body. And it really sucked. So out of frustration at not being able to do anything, I turned to the interwebs. ... I still feel kinda drunk and giddy at seeing that.

Unfortunately, the poster has not responded to me. However, I cannot believe there are many other arthiritic yellow old bitches with red collars and a giant deformed dew claw on their right front paw, so it is definitely her, and she is alive in an animal shelter somewhere.

Time studying today: Two hours. Time till exam: 23 hours, 51 minutes. All nighter? Quite possibly.

Wed, 10 Dec 2008 14:10:16 GMT

How can you expect me to study when I have all the intertubes at my disposal?

GODDAMMIT NOT COOL

Fri, 05 Dec 2008 04:04:49 GMT

I have not played xbox in weeks because of exams. I have been /so very good/, I have /studied/.

I had a very hard exam today and I decided to reward myself by having some friends over for a relaxing Halo massacre.

I have not played since the update a couple weeks ago. I pressed the "update" button.

Screen goes dead.

RED RING OF DEATH.

Fuck you, Microsoft. Fuck you and the horse you rode in on. Goddammit this is not fair. I was so looking looking forward all day to just zoning out with some video games tonight.

Oh well. Guess it's euchre instead. This is a less than satisfactory alternative.

FUCK. Whatever. I know in the scheme of things this is not a big deal, at the moment this fills me with SO MUCH RAGE that words cannot express it. >:E

So say we all.

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 07:50:26 GMT

I, for one, welcome our new terrorist marxist muslim overlord.

RIP?

Thu, 19 Jun 2008 15:12:46 GMT

I don't know about you, but personally, I just love to start my day off with giant white "Operating system not found" messages on an otherwise blank black screen.

The IT people came and carried my laptop away, and are working on it now, but the prognosis wasn't good. I feel like any minute now someone in scrubs is going to walk in and say somberly, "I'm sorry ma'am... We did everything we could, but he didn't pull through."

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 23:41:37 GMT

Hey MedSoc: I'm playing the game!

A tongue with no resemblance to court rhyme or shepherd's prose.

Thu, 06 Feb 2003 00:18:55 GMT

In a house backed by orderly woods,
Facing a tractored sugar-beet country,
Your working hosts engaged to their stint,
You are unlike to encounter
Dragons or romance: were drama a craving,
You would not have come.

Books we do have for almost any
Literate mood, and notepaper, envelopes,
For a writing one (to "borrow" stamps
Is the mark of ill-breeding):
Between lunch and tea, perhaps a drive;
After dinner, music or gossip.

Should you have troubles (pets will die
Lovers are always behaving badly)
And confession helps, we will hear it,
Examine and give our counsel:
If to mention them hurts too much,
We shall not be nosey.

-- WH Auden, "For Friends Only"