Wednesday, September 1, 2010
R.I.P Challenge
I fail miserably at this every year. I never finish reading the books I say I am going to read. But this year, oh yes, this year I will do it!! In between the teaching, grant writing, and coursework of course. But actually this year there is a new film challenge in addition to the book challenge. I really like scary movies.
Here is the website that hosts the annual event.
As of right now, I am undecided on which Peril I will go for. Or even which books I want to read. But as we know (and you can check the previous RIP posts) I never read the things I say I will read. So, I might not even make a list this year.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Cyanide and Michael Jackson
I was poisoned!! I swear this is a true story. I was talked into going to a 80s vs 90s dance party Michael Jackson Birthday Extravaganza. Before that we met for some beers. And my friend had this "beef jerky" but it was Chinese. Well, he had eaten a lot and said it was good, so I thought I would be adventurous and try some. It tasted like dog food - and I'm not even trying to make some sort of horribly wrong racist joke, it really tasted like dog food mixed with Sweet n Low or some sort of fake sugar. After I had eaten a small piece, friends decide to look at the ingredients. One of them was cyanide. I do not jest.
Apparently, I have not died yet. Unless the 80s vs 90s dance party was some sort of contrapasso made especially for me, and I am in fact dead, and that was my hell. Maybe, since I did end up singing Happy Birthday to Michael Jackson along w/about 100 other people. And watched several poor souls attempt and FAIL miserably at the moonwalk. Sad, so sad they were. However, I have concluded my feet do not hurt enough for that to have been hell. And I didn't get any beer or other liquid spilled on me.
Although, isn't cyanide a slow killer?...
Although, isn't cyanide a slow killer?...
In other randomness, words I learned recently:
numismatics: the study of currency
eidolon: a living person's astral double
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Monday, August 23, 2010
Arts and Crafts
I remembered yesterday that I know how to crochet. So now I am trying to finish this scarf/shawl thing I started eons ago. When finished I promise to post a picture. Correction - if I finish.
Otherwise, I really like the pattern I created today:

Color by COLOURlovers
Otherwise, I really like the pattern I created today:
Color by COLOURlovers
Thursday, August 19, 2010
New Music Moment
As always by "new" I mean new to me, but in this case fairly new - 2008 I think.
Time to Pretend - MGMT
I'm feeling rough I'm feeling raw
I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music, make some money
Find some models for wives
I'll move to Paris shoot some heroin
And fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
This is our decision
To live fast and die young
We've got the vision
Now lets have some fun
Yeah, it's overwhelming
But what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices
And wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds
And the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and
The weight of the world
I'll miss my sister miss my father
Miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom
And the time spent alone
But there is really nothing
Nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten
Life can always start off anew
The models will have children
We'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models
Everything must run its course
We'll choke on our vomit
That will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Time to Pretend - MGMT
I'm feeling rough I'm feeling raw
I'm in the prime of my life
Let's make some music, make some money
Find some models for wives
I'll move to Paris shoot some heroin
And fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
This is our decision
To live fast and die young
We've got the vision
Now lets have some fun
Yeah, it's overwhelming
But what else can we do?
Get jobs in offices
And wake up for the morning commute?
Forget about our mothers and our friends
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I'll miss the playgrounds
And the animals and digging up worms
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and
The weight of the world
I'll miss my sister miss my father
Miss my dog and my home
Yeah, I'll miss the boredom and the freedom
And the time spent alone
But there is really nothing
Nothing we can do
Love must be forgotten
Life can always start off anew
The models will have children
We'll get a divorce
We'll find some more models
Everything must run its course
We'll choke on our vomit
That will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We're fated to pretend
To pretend
I said yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Words I Learned Today
1) susurrate: to issue soft noises
2)benthic: of, relating to, or occurring in the bottom of the ocean (or other body of water)
2)benthic: of, relating to, or occurring in the bottom of the ocean (or other body of water)
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