Nepal’s New Year starts on October 29. The picture shows a mandala used in a ritual called Mha Puja, or worship of the inner self — a central part of the New Year’s festivities. Other holidays are dedicated to various gods, but in Nepal, this one is just for you.
First post?
Re:SciOly on te last thread: I really wanted Fossils again, but they phased that out too.
I have zero music theory knowledge, but happily my friend Adam has a LOT, and he’s the one I’ll be working with!
Also re: marching band: We were actually considering calling it “Bach o the Future!” But then we decide it was a bad pun and people would probably expect there to be music from the movies. I really wish I could send in a video, but they’re all tied to the name of my high school. Maybe when I turn 18/graduate… (Nine days apart from each other!)
Hark, MuseBlog!
Just spun Poi for an hour or so!
I’m getting a lot better; I’ve almost got the hang of the cross-over thing and this thing my friend showed me. I know, I need to go learn the actual names for things; I probably sound like an idiot. I actually need to go on playpoi and work through the videos; I’m not very far along, especially because I don’t really practice much. But I will more now, because my friend, it turns out, likes poi too, so yesterday I went over her house and we practiced poi for the afternoon. (Then we had a fairly epic sleepover, but that’s besides the point!) Also a leader of a group I am part of does poi and she wants to attempt to teach me a few things, so that’s amazing as well.
Has Jade adopted you yet
HERE I AM
Mikazuki: HELLO THERE FRIEND
The cross-over things are probably weaves! If the poi are spinning in the same direction, in a figure 8 pattern, then it’s a 2-beat weave. It’s one of the first things you learn generally, along with butterfly.
Unless the cross-over thing you’re talking about is more complicated. It might be thread-the-needle or 3 beat-weave.
AND YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY LEARN MORE, IT IS SO FUN.
I’m sadly not learning anything new currently because I’m working all the time and don’t have much time to just go out and spin for an hour
But I should get some in over fall break so woo!
Vendaval: Soon, I hope! XD
Upon perusing the internet, it was indeed a two-beat weave.
The other thing I was talking about is the butterfly.
Awesome! Also, a good site for learning new stuff is homeofpoi. It has lots of helpful video tutorials! (also let me know if you decide to buy anything from there, I can get you a tiny percent off. Or Fiddler of Panda could too, now! Wooo poi!)
So technically, there’s a holiday dedicated to me?! Awesome!
Oh, and today’s my blogiversary. Two years.
Happy belated blogiversary!
I got my new glasses! And I actually got them much quicker than I expected, the optometrist had my power lenses in stock, so he was able to give me a new pair within an hour, before I had to leave for my next class!
That’s a very pretty mandala.
Yes.
I agree.
I have spent the past hour and a half watching my sister handbalance on the piano bench.
I am suitably impressed now.
Early college applications (Brown ED, UChicago EA) will be submitted by the end of the week. I’m more than slightly terrified, but I’m also coming to terms with the process, I think. The essays can actually be a nice opportunity for writing and some self-discovery if you let them (provides the prompts are decent. UNC has the world’s most boring application ever, and I don’t even want to go there. It’s a financial safety and also if you live around here and are a good student it’s pretty much assumed you’re applying.) I also had my first interview last week, with Wesleyan. I rambled a little too much, I think, as I tend to do when I’m nervous and have a lot to say, but hopefully that came across as my being enthusiastic and interesting rather than all over the place and nervous. It may have been both, honestly.
Any other ideas on what I should be for halloween?
God.
If you live in an area where it tends to be cold on Halloween, get beige pants, a turtleneck, and a tan blazer and go as Carl Sagan.
I was thinking about going as Carl Sagan at one point, actually. Maybe I still should.
Just not a snitch.
THAT’S MINE.
Mozart. Concerto. Mozart. Concerto. Mozart.
I know Salieri didn’t really kill him, but if he had… I could sympathize.
My hand.
Which now has 9 and a half fingernails
*sympathy pie/squid* Poor you! How did that even happen?
I shifted too fast and my fingernail sort of got stuck on the A string.
*squids* I have to learn a Mozart Horn Concerto for districts this year.
TOO MANY NOTES!
Which concerto?
Concerto in A Minor- I forget the number, whichever one is at the beginning of Suzuki book 9.
Try playing it in A major, that might help
The Mozart Clarinet Concerto is killing me.
Although it’s my own fault because in the one who wanted to learn it.
But I think the music I’m using right now is in the wrong key.
I need to ask my teacher about that.
But still. Mozart is evil. So many fast notes. So many leaps. So many bridge crossings that seem impossible.
Ugh it’s so hard to just start writing this essay
I haven’t written an essay in five months
Why is this so hard argh maybe I should do physics homework
You’ll be fine, you’re a great writer – good luck, though! I often find that once I sit down and force myself to write, it becomes a lot easier.
STFP but I kind of wanted to talk about this but I don’t know where to put it:
During the previous humanities/philosophy class, we got into a debate about morality, yadah yadah yadah, and discovered that there are quite a few causal determinists in the class.
Now, I am not of their number (I believe too much in randomness), but basically causal determinism is a philosophy that says that every event in the universe, big or small, can happen no other way. Nobody has free will; we have to believe in it in order to preserve society.
What do you all feel about this? Should I take this somewhere else?
Hot Topics, mayhaps?
Sounds like Philosophy to me.
Bring it to Hot Topics, and I will comment. I will comment frequently.
so in about thirty minutes i am going to a career event at the uh nearest opera house in an unnamed large city
feeling kind of 0_0 because i’ve never done any of the career events before and also i am mainly going because OPERA and also to get out of boring college town for a few hours but fskdjh
kyra — i have some thoughts on that from my own philosophy class which i will probably post when i come back! in general though i believe there is free will but that time/events are still linear
So remember how I was going to post that Jane Eyre fanfic thing? I almost forgot about it, but when so many people complimented my writing on Warm Fuzzies/R+R and then also my teacher gave it back saying she’d like another copy to keep and show to classes in future years, so that worked out.)
I wasn’t sure exactly where to put this, so I’m just posting it on here. GAPAs, if you feel the need to move this, feel free.
(The assignment was to write out one scene from a book, but swap genres. I chose the scene from Jane Eyre where she *SPOILER SPOILER* sees Thornfield burnt and finds out what happened. I decided my scene, which was from near the end of the book, needed some introduction. So I wrote an introduction, which is why this is a bit long.)
Jane Eyre: A Space Odyssey
(With Many, Many Apologies to Charlotte Bronte)
INTRODUCTION
Jane Eyre never knew her parents, nor what planet she came from. She was orphaned as a baby and taken into the custody of her resentful relatives, who mistreated her. Her relatives raised her in their small ship in orbit around a distant planet. At the age of ten, Jane was taken to Space Station 10w00d, where she was educated with many other girls her age in the essential arts of programming, space flight, battle, and other such skills that every proper young lady must know. Life on SS 10w00d, however, was difficult. The space food was poor quality and freezer burnt, the girls were given barely the minimum of necessities to survive, and Jane was resented by the headmaster. After many girls died of asphyxiation from a leaking airlock, Space Station 10w00d underwent an investigation and was reformed the Galactic School Board. Jane was trained at 10w00d until the age of nineteen, when she went out into the universe to look for a job. She found one at the Space Station TH0rnf131d in orbit around a planet from the Alpha Centauri system, where she began the programming of a small droid that the captain, Mr. Rochester, had acquired during his travels. The captain, however, did not stay at the station much; he was out of galaxy when Jane arrived. Meanwhile, Jane was not content with peaceful calmness. She longed for something more- but then strange noises began coming from the upper airlock during night shift on the dark side of the planet. While these beeps and whines persisted, often accompanied by a mechanical laughter and flickering lights on the ship, Jane began to suspect an outdated, otherwise insignificant maintenance droid was causing the strange noises. Meanwhile, Mr. Rochester returned to TH0rnf13ld. Jane quickly became attracted to the mysterious man. However, the captain seemed attracted to another woman: an alien from a small planet orbiting Betelgeuse. The alien woman seemed in every way a superior life form to whatever species Jane was, and she gradually lost all hope of Mr. Rochester ever liking her. One day, however, the captain admitted to Jane that he loved her, and the woman from Betelgeuse was simply a plot to make Jane want him even more. Rochester asked for her hand in marriage and Jane obliged. The wedding day came, and all was going smoothly until one of Mr. Rochester’s co-workers, a brilliant scientist, announced that the captain could not marry because he was in possession of a dangerous hazard that was illegal by Galactic law. Jane soon discovered that the hazard was Droid mr5. R0ch35t3r, a rogue cyborg that had gone haywire in one of Rochester’s experiments that had gone badly wrong. The robot, after turning rogue, had been confined in the upper airlock and remained there since. It had been put into the custody of the outdated maintenance droid, and it was impossible to destroy without blowing the entire ship to smithereens. For having custody of this robot, Mr. Rochester was forbidden to marry any woman in his spacecraft, for it would be a potentially fatal danger until the rogue cyborg was removed. Of course, nobody would take a rogue cyborg, and it was, while malfunctioning, completely capable of functioning in the vacuum of space, where it could wreak unimaginable havoc.
Heartbroken but determined, Jane resolved to leave Space Station TH0rnf13ld forever. She took a small ship to the Andromeda Galaxy, where she attempted to find work. However, no planet would take her, and she was dying of asphyxiation on a methane-based planet when she accidentally slipped into a wormhole. Jane was saved, but transported into an alternate dimension. In this dimension, Jane was part of a family with three loving cousins, and her parents were still alive. She set up a small programming facility, and all was running swimmingly until her cousin, who was a missionary, insisted on marrying her. His plan was that they would marry and travel on mission trips to teach developing planets to bang stones together and make fire, but Jane flatly refused. She knew that she would not be happy with him banging rocks, but he insisted. Jane, frightened, left the alternate dimension and her long-lost family through a rift in the space-time continuum to look for Captain Rochester. Now she approaches TH0rnf13ld, not knowing what she may find…
I gripped the controls of the small fighter ship tightly, as the planet’s twin suns rose into view, a spark of light spreading a fire of golden streaks across my vision and throwing Space Station TH0rnf13ld into a sharp silhouette, a black shape floating majestically in orbit around the planet, its many extensions, ports, and spacecraft docks as familiar to me as the back of my hand. My hand trembled on the controls; I hesitated. What should I do? Should I dock in a port and walk in? No; it was never this simple. Would I just hide here in this ship forever? No, I must go into the space station and present myself- but how? Now that the task of seeing Mr. Rochester was at hand, it seemed so impossible. I thought of turning back- but the rift in the space-time continuum had long closed; the gash in reality had been sewn up, and besides, I could not contend myself with a life of banging rocks with my cousin.
Then I saw it- TH0rnf13ld’s exterior was flooded with light, and every detail was illuminated in ghastly horror. I gasped as the truth came over me: this was not TH0rnf13ld as I knew it, but a mere skeleton. Charred ashes and rubble crumbled off of it, forming a dust cloud of rings held together by the space station’s gravity field. I gasped, and clutched the controls. What had happened? I checked the control panel: the blackened frame of the place I had once hoped to call home gave off no heat: if there had been any sort of electrical fire, it had been put out for some time now.
Where was everyone? Where were the cleaning droids, the cooking droids, the serving droids? Where was Rochester? All those years in the parallel universe, and I had barely dared myself to think- but he couldn’t be- but the evidence was right in front of me, mere miles from my eyes.
Was Mr. Rochester dead?
I pulled out of the gravity field, and, with a shuddering jolt, the fighter ship wheeled around and zoomed off with a burst of speed, jetting away.
A few hours I docked in at an ISS (Intergalactic Space Station) on the fringes of the star system. It was an uninhabited sector of this spiral arm, and therefore it had sprung up with high-level space station developments. Of course, not many could afford the luxury and peace of uninhabited planets to orbit (most life forms had to frequently update their ion shields to protect from incoming missiles launched by angry native planet-dwellers) but if you led a secluded life like Mr. Rochester did- had? – then it was essential, and serendipitous that he should inherit the orbit and space station TH0rnf13ld from relatives.
I scanned my card and the droid beeped information at me. Walking over to the gravity portals, I scanned my card, stepped into the small, cramped portal; I stepped out of the portal and stood, stooped over, in the pod room. It was identical to the other ten thousand facilities in the space station: about fifteen feet in length and slightly elliptical, it had a simple bunk for sleeping and a small compartment in which to store belongings. A small touch panel sat on one end of the room, and I noticed a green light blinking. I tapped it, scanned the information on the screen, and tapped it again. I heard a small mechanical buzzing sound, which grew in a steady crescendo into the sound of a service elevator. A droid rolled out. I glanced at it for a moment; it seemed familiar, and I realized it was the same model as the service droids at TH0rnf13ld. “Are you… are you from TH0rnf13ld?â€
The robot’s voice struck a chord in me; the syn waves of the pitches of the robot’s automated voice painfully reminded me of the space station, or what remained of it. “Affirmative. I have been transferred from the Space Station TH0rnf13ld, where I maintained Captain Rochester, now deceased.â€
A hard lump formed in my throat. “De- deceased? Mr. Rochester? Is he dead?â€
“I mean the present gentleman, Mr. Edward’s father.â€
“So Captain Rochester is still alive?â€
“Affirmative.â€
I let out a pent-up sigh of relief. He was alive!
The maintenance droid went on to explain: The rogue droid in the airlock gone on a rampage. The cleaning droid, with a run-down battery, had gone into standby mode while guarding it, and the borg was free to escape. It first set fire to the airlock. The theory is that it had somehow found out about the wedding, and was furious. It, on its rampage, had set electrical fires to my own sleeping chamber- I had departed it, of course. The droid mentioned how Mr. Rochester had searched for me; of course he wouldn’t have found me. The wormhole had closed after I had gone through, and it was only by pure chance that I had been able to escape the alternate dimension again. Mr. Rochester, it seemed, had gone out of his way to salvage every droid and human on his ship. During the chaos, he lost his sight and part of his arm. He would forever be blind. Meanwhile, the rogue droid had gone into self-destruct mode. It was forever gone: many of its circuits had been damaged in the fire and it would never again make those strange noises in the upper airlock that had kept me awake so many nights. No fatalities were reported, but TH0rnf13ld was beyond repair. Perhaps one day the gravitational pull of the planet would bring it crashing down, leaving a crater on the hard continents, a pile of rubble.
“So where can I find Rochester?†I asked when the droid was finished.
It gave me the location of the space station where he had fled: it was in a neighboring star system. Inside the pod room, I shifted my weight from one foot to another; it was taxing to stand here when somewhere, Mr. Rochester was alive.
The next morning, I began my journey. He was somewhere out there, among the stars, waiting for me.
I was going to find him.
This. Is. Incredible. Shall I accept it as a SPACE presentation?
She had me with “Jane Eyre: A Space Odyssey.” That in and of itself made today worth living.
BEST THING. EVER.
That awkward moment when you’re away at college and you find the “Weird US” book about your state, read it, realize just how many creepy places there are near where you live, and come to the conclusion that if it wasn’t where you were from, you’d be scared of going there.
Gilad Shalit?
I don’t know if he’s on anyone else’s news watch thing, but my mom, having a semi-personal interest, likes to read the Israeli newspapers, and she was all psyched last night and stayed up till something like two in the morning and made me watch all the video footage with her this morning. It’s… kinda crazy. I don’t even know what to think — I’d never heard of this guy until a couple weeks ago.
Yeah, I was following that. Poor guy. The minute he got back he was mobbed by cameras.
Poor dude. I’m glad he’s home with his family again.
So! Goofing off with my calculator today (what else would anyone do in math class?) I found some fun patterns that will come in handy should you ever need to impress anyone.
If you square 2, 22, 222, 2222, 22222 and so forth, you will get these numbers:
4
484
49284
4937284
493817284
49382617284
and on it goes. If you draw lines down the left-hand side of the stack, you can vertically link 4, 9, 3, 8, and it will go on. If you draw lines down the right-hand side, you will link up 4, 8, 2, 7, and 1. If you removed the numbers and just looked at the curves, they would look like a folding plane, sort of like a piece of paper being loosely folded diagonally.
If you want to seem really smart, ask people to ask you to square numbers like 333, 3333333, 3333333333; any big number that is all threes. Take the number 33,333. There are five threes. Squared, it is 1,111,088,889. Take one less than the number of threes, and that is how many ones are in the beginning. Then comes a zero, and then one less than the number of threes eights. Then a nine. Voila. Now you can tell people that you can square big numbers in your head (which you can using a binomial model for two-digit numbers and do it in your head, but it’s hard to explain in writing). Yes, this is what I do in math class. Welcome to my brain.
I like starting out with 9,999,999,999 (largest number of sig figs my calculator can handle, sad), then dividing by 3. Interesting patterns show up.
At least you goof off in math by doing math. In Chinese class (possibly my most boring one this year) I doodle completely unrelated things all over the packet. One time I drew an armada of ducks* marchswimming across the page.
*Going back and reading that the first thing I thought was ‘Armada! Ducky!’ You know you’re addicted to MB…
We’ve been invited to a conference (MUN) in…wait for it…Budapest, of all places! As in Budapest, Hungary! I’m super excited to go and I hope I can go to both that and NAIMUN in Georgetown. Do any MUNers here go to schools that participate in the North American Invitational?
Congrats!
Thanks! It’s still not certain that we can go but I’m hoping to go to both.
I’m a bit confused as to why someone squidded this post?
DON’T STOP
BELIEVING
HOLD ONTO THAT FEEEEEELAYHEEAYAYAYAYAAN
I love that song.
STREETLIGHT
PEOPLE
IT GOES OOOOOOOONNNN
JUST A SMALL TOWN GUUUUUUURL
LIVIN IN A LONELY WOOOOHUUUUUUUUURL
SHE TOOK THE MIDNIGHT TRAIN GOIN
A
NY
WHAAAAAAAAAIR
I guess I haven’t really been on MB much lately. I’ll probably start posting more, I’m not sure why I left.
Life has been… life-ish? Ups, downs, and such.
Also, tie-dye is awesome.
*looks down at socks* Yes, yes it is.
SOCK TWINS!!!
TRIPLETS.
Sigh. My socks are argyle today.
Tomorrow is costume day for spirit week at my school, and my brother and I have found some orange hair color and decided to go as the Weasley Twins! We found some matching sweaters and have cut out G and F so we can be Gred and Forge. That, combined with fake wands, black pants, and Gryffindor school robes from a Halloween past, and all we need is the freckles, which sadly both of us lack.
Yesterday was sports/activities day and some people came dressed as quidditch players (no, our high school does not have a team).
Tomorrow is Hagfish Day, a day to celebrate the beauty of the ugly sea creatures. I feel like we ought to do something to acknowledge them and their amazing capabilities. They don’t have skeletons, guys. And they produce slime like nobody’s business. It’s not all about squids, guys. (Though they of course are wonderful too.)
I just learned that there is a band called Hagfish! I love the Internet.
Hm, I wonder how hard it would be to knit a hagfish? I could just do a long tube, tapered at one end with a face on the other….
And then you could insert a plastic tube filled with slime.
With little holes poked in it where the slime glands are so the slime comes out when you squeeze it. (Wait, do hagfish even have slime glands?)
I think they have… pores in two rows along their underside? I’ll have to locate that Muse issue.
According to its inventors at WhaleTimes, Hagfish Day fell on October 19 this year. (It was on October 20 in 2010.) I guess it’s the third Wednesday in October.
Anyway, we’re sorry we missed it. Like all right-thinking people, we MuseBlog administrators support and honor all hagfish for their unglamorous (indeed, disgusting) but valuable contributions to marine ecosystems.
We’re talking about Henry VII right now in AP European and she’s showing us the exact same picture as my gravatar.
So we found a sort-of-secret passage in the room where the Astronomy Club meets. The Astronomy Library is right above us, and there’s a door in there that goes to a ladder down to the classroom. They built it in the old days so grad students could work in the library right up until they had to teach and then climb down the ladder and go teach. Now, the door is an emergency exit, so you can’t open it without an alarm going off, but you can still climb all the way up the ladder and be totally hidden to anyone down below.
AWESOME.
Awkward Situation #2347: Try to start a sing-along, no one hears you, forced to trail off awkwardly.
I’m going to see HAWK today!
Wonderful! Say hi from all of us, and tell him to visit the blog soon or face the wrath of our heat-seeking lemon-meringue drone fleet.
He’s crazy busy, what with doing high school and community college at the same time as well as applying to other schools and monitoring the Purple Martin bird population in his town, and all the other craziness he gets up to. I’ll tell him to try to stop by though!
He’s monitoring purple martins? I never knew him, but now I really want to.
HAWK’s been doing that for several years now. He’s the official purple martin monitor for the town. You would definitely appreciate each other. He cares about birds the way you care about tardigrades.
Tell him to stop by!
Please extend to him my warm salutations!
Friend: I’d really like you to come to this. *hands pamphlet*
Pamphlet: AT HELL’S GATE: a theatrical presentation to nonbelievers
I am… getting subtle clues here…
…Oof. That sounds… awkward. I’ve no idea what I’d have said in that situation. Are you going?
Personally, I recently discovered that my dad is very prejudiced against atheists, and I don’t know what to say to him about it. He seems to think I’m really overreacting. Apparently, discriminating against someone because of their religion is horrible, but doing the same thing because of their… I’m not going to say lack of religion but of belief, in his case… is perfectly acceptable, even expected? It makes no sense. He seems to think that people can’t act ethically without a religion to guide them–which actually makes even less sense now that I think about it because he isn’t biased against people who believe in something but don’t practice a religion–like my brother… I should use Dear Man.
It’s also really annoying when you do practice a religion, but it’s so rare in your area that you have to pay 30 dollars for a good translation of your sixty page religious text (That’s 2 dollars per page) because its translation hasn’t been standardized, so there are all sorts of versions saying different things, so you have to basically just hope that the ones you agree with are accurate, and the few copies in your area are ones you don’t like, and you weren’t born into the religion, so you have to buy it yourself. Fortunately, a good one is available for free on the Internet (as are 2 that I don’t like), but I’d really like a physical copy. /end rant/
Sounds exciting!
Oh, I’m definitely going. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.
Mood swings are the bane of my existence.
“I’m sorry, but could you please be quiet?!”
*four seconds later*
“I-I’m sorry I yelled at you … you can talk if you want …”
My ringtone is the STS-1 landing audio. My phone went off at the SEDS meeting today. Everyone thought I was so cool.
And rightly so.
My kleenex box is teal and has butterflies on it. This makes me happy.
Two earthquakes today! One was 3.9 and happened in History class. We didn’t even bother getting under our desks, since it only lasted for a second or two and no aftershock seemed like it was coming. We were watching a movie and it barely jiggled.
My history teacher is eight months pregnant, so it was kind of hard for her to get under a chair.
She ended up just rolling under her desk and sitting with her knees around her stomach. Later our principal came by, and she said, “I was terrified my water was going to break right in the middle of class.” The class reacted in general horror and disgust.
The second one was just a little while ago, a 4.2. It was definitely bigger than the other one! The first one just felt like somebody had abruptly backed a truck into the school, like most earthquakes do. The second one actually went on for five-ish seconds, long enough for my family to get under the doorway, and it was more like a Transformer had stomped the ground by the house.
The world’s supposed to end again tomorrow, too. xD We’ll see.
Oh, I remember now, the world was supposed to end… it seems much less of a fuss this time, I wonder why?
It got rescheduled once already.
Will it be rescheduled again? Or are we just going to go until 2012?
Hopefully, we’ll go on quite a bit longer than that.
Hopefully! I’d rather like to graduate from high school.
Yes… I’d rather like to get to high school. Wait, I will be in high school by December of that year. Scary thought. Well, I don’t want to have started it for nothing!
that’s so weird you had earthquakes because we did the ~great shakeout drill today! HAW
Yeah… I was in math, and there’s so much construction outside that I kind of assumed it was a pile-driver until the fire alarms went off.
Estimated remaining homework load: 2 hours of physics
Estimated capability to do said physics: zero
Estimated sleep tonight: 4.5 hours, five if I’m lucky
Sleep, weak, etc.?
That was highly optimistic. I think maybe 4.25 hours if I’m lucky. Caffeine party?
*tea*
I’m tired..so tired. Also my phone is not working and I wanted to call my parents today. Cake it I thought we’d fixed the glitch in my cell phone plan already.
Hmm, hello, MuseBlog!
As well about tangents about tangents. Eventually it dissolves into zombies, and nobody can get us back on track without bursting into laughter. Wait, we’re supposed to play MUSIC? Hm…
I am posting in these unholy hours of the morning because I missed my bus, despite my stop being right outside my house. I was looking for my shoe, which turned out to be right underneath my gym bag. And my mom babysits elementary schoolers in the morning, so I don’t have a ride until around seven-forty five.
I think the knitting business I mentioned earlier might be slowly falling together. Yesterday, the kid I sit next to in social studies was enthralled with his hat and the kid behind me paid me four dollars to make him one. Wow.
Also, All-County auditions are next week. As well as two algebra tests that I have to get A’s on or else I die a painful death. So I might not be posting much until next week is done.
I love advanced jazz. We have the best tangents.
Goin on a road trip!
*woot woot*
See you guys on sunday, unless I get on.
So how’s everyone spending their most recent not-end of the world?
Well, I’m at work. It’s more fun when the end of the world falls on a weekend, as the previous one did. (That was last Sunday, October 16, when some non-astronomers had predicted Comet Elenin would crash into our planet. Instead it broke into little pieces and sailed past us about 22 million miles away.)
Eh.
I didn’t even get the memo.
Still here.
…and nothing of value was lost….
I’m alive and it’s the 22nd already.
I am spending my time living.
Well, I’m still ali – still here. *narrowly avoids sing-along*
This was a triumph!
At the most fantabulous party ever. It was Mafia/20s-40s themed. Need I say anymore?
Right now, I’m really, really craving a shawarma sandwich. I miss the food in Jordan. Or maybe I’m just tired of college cafeteria food. Either way, five months after I’ve returned to the US, I find myself really, really missing some things about Jordan. Like the food.
Ok mostly the food. There are Mediterranean restaurants around here, and I frequent them pretty regularly, but it’s not the same. Shawarma sandwiches in Jordan are greasier, served with fries and a random collection of fresh and pickled vegetables. And they’re cheaper, too. Not more than a dinar, or $1.40. Here they’re like six bucks. I miss the cheapness of things over there too. And knowing where to get everything, though that was just a function of being there long enough to figure things out. At the beginning I wasn’t any better at getting around than I am right here right now. Probably worse, in fact. But all things improve with time.
*drools* I better find a way to feed myself…
I got glasses. *groans loudly* Actually I’m very happy about the glasses because now I can see things, yay. But they put drops in my eyes so I can’t see up close and I apologize for any errors in this ‘cuz I’m going by my keyboard. But I can’t read! Also I can’t see basically anything. I went back to school for a brief period of time and wasn’t able to do a single thing. So frustrating.
My glasses are green and black and really pretty!
Mine are in Ravenclaw colors! Which made me a bit disappointed when Pottermore Sorted me into Hufflepuff; I still think I should have at least gotten a hat stall… I pretend I just took almost 5 minutes, like Hermione. I still love them, though! Yours sound nice, too! I’ve been wearing glasses since I was 6, although obviously not the same pair.
Oh, those sound really pretty! To be honest, I was a bit surprised I needed them; I thought I’d just been reading too much. (Pff! As if!)
When I got sorted, I got to choose between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. I was kind of shocked, actually, because I’ve never been particularly hardworking or anything…
I have plans.
On a Friday night.
With people.
People who aren’t even nerds.
what is this madness
Strange. This comment has ten pies, but has not been pinked.
Perhaps it’s the squids.
Remember, the plug-in was designed for thumbs up/thumbs down and apparently isn’t smart enough to understand that squids are something else again. I was wondering if it would pink on 12, and now I see it has.
I actually went into the code and fixed that glitch, but I guess the latest upgrade overwrote my reprogramming. Oh, well, maybe I’ll fix it again.
Madness?
THIS IS SPARTAAAA!
Hi guys!
My life is pretty much full of concerts and things like that right now, because chorus majors sing a lot at lots of places and it’s sort of stressful but in a very fun way. ♥ I love my school so much.
I have a lot of English homework right now, because I was away from school for two days because choral things happened. But I don’t have any Algebra II homework and I’m not behind, which is really good. Math is fun.
Life is fun.
Lever harps are the best musical instrument ever.
If the world ends today, I will be Very Miffed. With Capitals. The apocalypse would spoil all of my plans….
It hasn’t yet, and I’m pretty sure it won’t. Great to know that you think life is fun! I haven’t been hearing that often lately, so I’m very happy for you!
Going to the Museum of Science to see the Pompeii exhibit with my mom tomorrow!
I was getting ready to do a quick dash through the last three episodes of Doctor Who Season One when my dad told me to come downstairs.
He opened the Amazon package we had just received, and took out a MacBook Pro along with a copy of Portal 2.
Parents never cease to surprise you.
That… that is wonderful. Congratulations. I know you’ve been needing encouragement; this came at exactly the right time.
Agreed. Only drawback is going to be my sister’s reaction…
…I wish my parents were like that.
Had a terrible day and felt terrible about everything.
Went and saw a movie with three popular kids, then hung out at one of their houses and played pool and baked chocolate cake at ten at night and talked about school and parties and popular kid things.
Felt infinitely better.
…I feel like I’ve betrayed somebody.
Don’t ever feel bad about enjoying yourself.
Unless it’s at someone else’s expense, I suppose. But in general, it’s okay–and good for you–to have fun at something you used to think was lame/made fun of.
SOOOOO MUCH AGREEMENT
tbh ~nerd hierarchies or whatever are just as judgmental, idk people are people, do your thing
Oh, you mean betrayed someone because you were hanging out with popular people? It is okay. I have done that before; don’t feel guilty. I think it’s good for mental health.
Sooooo I got the BEST package in the mail today
What was it?
Guess what? Catherine Tate’s going to be on The Office for the rest of the season!
I was kind of hoping she would be the new boss, but this is great, too! YAY CATHERINE TATE
Also did I mention I PASSED MY CHEM TEST. Barely. But. I PASSED.
It is so weird and disorienting to be worried about actually being able to pass a class. All through high school it was “uhg why am I not getting an A in this class,” now it’s like “oh god oh god oh god I studied for ten hours yesterday and 6 the day before and 7 the day before that and I still do not feel prepared.” I am not a fan of organic chem.
ALSO FALL BREAK FINALLY WOOO
JUst carved a pumpkin of a dragon and unicorn head in a heart. It is a depiction of my friend C and I.
AND NOW, BACK TO THE NOT SLEEPING. Yesterday I got ~5 hours and the day before only 2 (I got a migraine that ended 2 hours before I had to get up for my Computer Science exam… not fun). Also I saw Boris yesterday at my school and they were great. WOOOOO.
First post from my new laptop!
Lion is weird, but I think I’ll get used to it. WHY MUST THERE BE SO MANY SOFTWARE UPDATES?
I think I accidentally attacked the Warm Fuzzies thread just now. I’m not quite done leaving warm fuzzies but I need to get out of bed now.
Also, my room smells of oil paints.
To do list: Go to Knott’s Scary Farm. Skip around in the mazes singing Pinkie Pie’s “Giggle at the ghostly” song from MLP:FIM.
Today was the last soccer game of the season for the little U7 girls team that I’ve been coaching this fall. They are certainly not angels, but they are very, very sweet. I love that they will randomly do cartwheels or look up at the sky and yell “Hey, birds! They’re making shapes!” in the middle of practice. Three of my friends and teammates have been co-coaches with me, and we only got into this business in the first place because our club soccer coach urged us to do so. He started coaching at 16, and now it’s his job. We all started playing at 6 or so, and now it’s our turn to help younger girls learn and grow. They adore being able to play with the “big girls”. It’s amazing how this cycle goes on and on. I think I’ve made a legitimate difference in these girls’ lives – maybe small, but positive. That’s a great feeling to have.
You’re amazing.
In my history class, we’re doing a group project on the unit we’re currently on. I was so excited because I convinced my group to go with the option of writing a Choose Your Own Adventure story. I volunteered to write the narrator’s part; it’s the part with the most writing. So I’m starting to type up the first bit now, and I just got writer’s block. Argablargbla.
That project sounds awesome. I hope your writer’s block goes away soon.
Guys, I…I think I have a problem.
I’m slightly extremely in love with Matt Smith.
That is a problem?
…touché.
I agree with Random. This is not a problem, this is an essential part of the human condition.
There are no straight men in the world, only those who haven’t seen Doctor Who.
Does the same go for lesbians and asexuals, then?
I agree with Bibliophile. Not to contradict my own post, but I’ve seen Doctor Who. Does this mean that I am not human?
I haven’t seen any of Eleven yet, but I most definetly have the same problem. Except with Ten. …who looks an awful lot like a trombinist in my band, which is a bit distracting because I keep missing entrances thinking he’s about to pull out a sonic screwdriver and start yelling at the Daleks hiding in the Sousaphone. *wink*
Seriously, he’s the last of the
Time Lordstrombonists. Long story there.Annd… this probably belongs on the R+R thread…
I’ll be teaching art class in an hour. (The teacher left on a vacation and left his classes to me for a month.) Some of my students are older than me, and some parents will be watching.
= nervousness, I should have prepared more, I should have prepared the materials etc.
(On the bright side, today I’ll be demonstrating how to use white color pencils and draw a lovely parakeet. That parakeet is Swalot’s pet, so he took a picture of it and I drew it and gave the picture to him. According to him, his mother is very impressed and would like me to draw something for her. :D)
You’ll do great!
Finally gotten into teaching, eh? Well, good for you! A genius like yours should be shared! And with your patience and skills, you’ll be great.
(
Well, that’s hardly a surprise. Your stuff is good enough to sell, and not cheaply, either!)
How did it go?
I survived yesterday and today. Today was a big mess, but yesterday went just fine! Ah… just two more weeks of this. /headache from yelling kids
I solved the Maze of Theseus!
Summary of my Friday night:
Go to a “haunted trail/maze” with some friends, two of whom are dressed as River and the Doctor. Draw tally marks on self and River with the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver pen. Freak self out by looking at them.
Laugh at the haunted trail. Occasionally freak out people behind self.
Go through clown maze. Suddenly stop laughing when someone with an air horn runs by. Self, River, Doctor, and another friend scare selves thinking Gamzee is going to kill them. Laugh nervously.
Go through “graveyard”. Lose it completely upon finding grave marked “Here lies Voldemort”. Inquire about Voldemort’s location with ghost.
Go through second maze. Be unimpressed (though still concerned about Gamzee), until guy with chainsaw chases self and rest of group out of maze. Complain about the outrageous amount of running involved.
Post-adventure walk into Dairy Queen at 11:30. Laugh at the fact that this sounds like the setup for a joke.
Drive home, singing along to Carry on Wayward Son and various music from Doctor Who and Homestuck. Agree that this was the best night ever.
…Les Miserables is amazing.
one of us one of us one of us one of us
Who is your favorite character? Have you read the book? If you have read the book, oh my god could Victor Hugo possibly go on any longer about that pointless Petit-Picus convent, author tract much? Who’s your favorite revolutionary? What’s your favorite song? Marius/Cosette or Marius/Eponine (or, if you’ve read the book, Marius/Courfeyrac? xD) Enjolras is gorgeous, isn’t he? When did you cry? Isn’t Gavroche adorable? Why do you think Javert kills himself? Do you like Marius at all? How about Cosette? How about Thenardier? Which plotline do you like best: Cosette and Marius’s, Valjean and Javert’s, or the revolutionaries’? What do you think the moral of the story is?
I really like it, too!
XD
I’ve not read the book, unfortunately; I was putting off reading it and/or watching (because I have a rule that I can only watch things after I’ve read things) because, well, it’s thick and old and my library’s copy has tiny print. I was babysitting a six-year-old who’s obsessed with Les Miserables (Not the book!) and who knows the entire thing (I mean all the songs including dialogue; word for word, I’m not kidding. Apparently she sometimes sings it in her sleep… o.0). So we watched it, except for the very end. But I will finish watching it and find a copy of the book. *straps on armor and drags out sword*
In answer to your questions…my favorite character would be either Cosette, Valjean, or Fantine.
Revolutionary; Marius, if he counts.
My favorite song is most definitely At the End of the Day. Marius/Cosette.
Yes.
I actually managed to refrain from crying, as there was a six-year-old next to me who definitely has a mischievous streak; she would’ve probably tickled me to death. But if I was alone, I would have been crying when Fantine sings–the whole scene with the “Lovely Ladies” song, etc. I think that was the saddest part…but I haven’t seen the end, so who knows!
Again, yes!
I guess..no idea.
Yes, but not as much as Cosette.
No. But he was funny.
Cosette and Marius, I suppose.
…rather embarrassing to admit it, but I hadn’t thought about it.
So what about you?!
Why does everyone forget about Christophe Eccleston? Sure, he wasn’t the best Doctor they had, but no one ever mentions him. I personally think he should have stayed on for another season.
Agreement. Him and Eight both deserved longer. (though I especially feel sorry for Eight, since all he got was an hour and a half of bad movie)
I always felt a bit sorry for him, too.
I just started watching NuWho again and I was really surprised at how much more violent he is than the others. It’s pretty evident that he’s fresh off the time war.
SFTDP (sort of)
So I’m hanging around at night, finished with Portal 2 Chapter 3, and I need something to occupy my time.
I check Doctor Who on Netflix, but see that S2E1 is an hour-long special.
I think, “Okay, I’ll just pick a random David Tennant episode to watch.”
45 minutes later: OH CAKE CAN’T CLOSE EYES CAN’T GO TO SLEEP CAN’T BLINK CAN’T BLINK CAN’T BLINK
DON’T BLINK. DON’T EVEN BLINK.
…SALLY SPARROW.
I JUST SAW THAT EPISODE THIS WEEKEND
AND MY EYES ARE WATERING AND RED I MUST KEEP LOOKING AT IT
IT’S GOING TO KILL ME
Mikazuki (2): YAY POI! I just got into poi again (I had to take a break after surgery), and it’s super duper flamablamablous! What kind of poi are you using?
Tesseract (7): Ooh, congratulations!!
Fiddler (25): I am like four days too late but tell him helllooooooooooo!!!!!! I hope he’s doing really well!
Jadestone (43): We already squeeeeed about this together, but YAY best package!!
I had mid-semester break last week (break = Thu + Fri + Sat + Sun), and it was great! I got to go home and visit my family and we carved pumpkins and ate fondue and played euchre and sat by the fireplace. Yayy family!
Also, I’m taking piano lessons this semester and I’m currently working on Haydn’s sonata in D Major (Hob.XVI:37), and Bartok’s Mikrokosmos No. 153. It’s really nice to have a motivation to practice and get better and actually work on pieces again.
A Series Of Mildly Unfortunate Events That Culminated In A Fairly Funny Outcome, As Told By The Unfortunate Victim.
Enc: Get used to locking the bathroom door
Home: Have nobody in it when Enc gets home
Bathroom lock: Break so that you can open it from the outside only.
Enc: Lock yourself in the bathroom by accident.
Enc: Escape through the window.
???
Profit!!!!
I think my life reached its peak stupidity.
I just got the best package in the mail! Off to eat chocolate and look through it now.
Congratulations! Do you know if it’s the same as Jade’s best package? Either way, what is it?
They aren’t molecularly the same…
OH COME ON STOP WITH THE EXCUSES WHAT IS IT
please
Sorry! It is a care package! I also got some things I ordered over break /and/ a postcard. Best mail day!
Isn’t it THE BEST?!! So exciting.
Heheheeee! THE BEST
Hello MuseBlog! I would like to apologize for my long absence; I got back from camp and felt intimidated by all the posts I would need to read, and just never got back on. Now I’ll try to be on a little more, although I think I’ll wait another week to read the Random Thread, or at least until we get a part 2 or 3 or whatever…I just skimmed this one and the only post I read was Agent Lightning’s Jane Eyre Space Odyssey. Normally I don’t like fanfic. But I thought that one was really great.
Hi P_M! Welcome back!
Welcome back, Princess_Magnolia! You’ve been missed.
Welcome back, P_M! I’ve been wondering where you were.
Wow, thanks! Welcome back!
Good to see you again!
I too just got the best package! I love getting mail at college, especially when it’s awesome packages.
*sigh* Should I even ask? Well, you are known for answering questions honestly, correctly, and clearly; hopefully you’ll live up to your reputation… *hinthint*
I’m assuming it’s something that recently came out…
I don’t think I can say.
…Can you at least please tell me why you can’t say?
Ohh I think I know what you’re talking about. *gnashes teeth*
Hmm. Maybe it’s not especially polite to bring up something you can’t talk about? Or perhaps you can find a partial explanation that doesn’t reveal more than it should.
That’s a really good point, Rebecca. I think my excitement about things sometimes inhibits my ability to really be thoughtful.
Sorry, I’m just excited from the package, and that excitement was compounded from the northern lights tonight.
It’s some reading material I’ve been expecting for a while. There was also a notice in my mailbox saying that people shouldn’t lock their bikes to railings, but that was rather less interesting to me.
Northern lights? Oh man! I’ve always wanted to see them.
Me too! Like a beautiful sunset and lightening and a rainbow and iridescent ocean waves all wrapped up in one – but different and better. At least that’s how I imagine it!
They weren’t very vivid when and where I saw them, but it was the first time I’ve seen them in person. If I had been a couple hours earlier and a few hundred miles northward, they would apparently have been spectacular–there was a big solar storm yesterday.
…With all these mysterious and frustrating shenanigans, whatever the college-age Musers are forbidden to reveal had better be good.
They’re making me want to go to college now. >.<
We sent little CARE packages to some of the MBers in college whose snail-mail addresses we had, that’s all. It’s nice to know that they were appreciated.
You never told me that! I’d have given you mine!
There’s still time! Another round is being prepared. Actually, it’s still the first round, which didn’t get finished.
I would also like one… But I’m not 18 yet!
Soz I’ll wait another 20-ish days. (I feel bad for requesting! haha)
That’s so amazing!
I will try to remember this in…. 4-ish years.
And I will try to remember in 5-ish.
Go listen to Natalie Weiss singing “Quiet”. It’s devastatingly beautiful. It’s people like her that make me think, why bother trying to be awesome? She has all the awesome already.
There are days I avoid doing homework because there is something terribly interesting that I’d rather do instead, and then there are days when I avoid doing homework because there is absolutely nothing of interest for me to do and I am too busy looking for that elusive thing of interest. Today is one of the latter.
Oh man, I’ve been so BUSY lately, and I really want to do some homework tonight, so I have to get off the computer soon.
But on Saturday, my mom and I went to the Museum of Science and saw the exhibit ‘A Day in Pompeii’, and all the rest of the exhibits, and an awesome planetarium show, and then the fire alarm went off right as we were leaving… yeah, pretty crazy.
Yesterday, I watched some of the Head of the Charles regatta.
Today, I went to an event at MIT where I met astronaut Nicholas Patrick! I remember watching his spacewalks last February, and I think I posted on MuseBlog about them at the time. (I’m going to go check that now…) And one of the professors, Jeffrey Hoffman, who was there, was also a former astronaut, so I got hugged by two astronauts for the price of one! (Well, the event was free, but you get the idea.)
HI It is Penty and Oxlin again Penty gave me an apple hooray. We’re supposed to be writing papers right now. But we are kokonspiring instead. Penty is supposed to be contributing to this message but all her thoughts have gone to Russia.
привет! охлин учаю руÑÑыи Ñзык! пенты не думает….мне не о чём думать, только Ñочинении.
Typing in Russian is more interesting. Posting to Museblog in Russian is perhaps how I should study Russian. THis is from Oxlin, the above Russian bit is Oxlin then Penty and the above above bit is oxlin then penty as well…
What is capitilzation? What is sleep? what is homework? what are papers?
РуÑÑÐºÐ°Ñ Ð²Ñ€ÐµÐ¼Ñ! Ñочиненё времÑ! до ÑвиданиÑ!
Though come to think of it, Oxlin would be more like окÑлин in Russian.
Which text is Penty and which is Oxlin? I’m so confused D: D: D:
I think I’ve misspelled Romantic as Roomantic about twenty times within the last hour.
The American Roomantic period! A reaction to the previous Puritan ideals of small, cramped rooms, as those early immigrants believed God intended, the American Roomantics lived in rooms with big windows and lots of space. Some of the early, more radical Roomantics, such as Emerson and Thoreau, camped out entirely in the backyard for years at a time, believing that houses destroyed their deeper connection with a greater force, which they called “the Overceiling”.
Thoreau’s famous essay about his experience in the backyard, “Duck Pond”, has been quoted by thousands. It is best known to say, “I went to the backyard because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of architecture, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach (i.e., that the laundry room is a blessing), and not, when it came time to die, discover that I had not been to the living room.”
brb loling forever
I’m back at school and everything is back to normal.
There was a concert tonight. My friend Hannah and I both fell in love with the fiddler/whistle player. I swear I am going to marry him and make him teach me how to play the fiddle as well as he does, and our children will be prodigies. Except the trifling problem that I don’t really know him, and also that I have a boyfriend.
But whatever, I can work with it.
I friended the dude on voldynet. LOLWHUT. His dad works at my school. I may or may not have done some creepin’. And by that I mean I creeped hardcore.
Ok, it is now 12:30 and I am not even bathed yet, this is madness.
GOODNIGHT, PEOPLE OF THE INTERNET. MY HEART IS WITH YOU STILL.
[Watch the Voldynet references, please. –Admin.]
I don’t think I ever actually sleep anymore…
Camilla wants to make this cosplay leather mask belonging a Cirque du Soleil character, and when I mentioned in passing that I’d run across the website of the person who’d made the mask but forgotten to save the link, we both started on an Epic Search for said website (apparently she wants to contact the person asking for particulars on how to make the mask — she’s a craftsperson). Well… mostly I just started on an Epic Search alone.
Two and a half solid hours of searching later, I have given up (as well as run out of links to follow) and begun watching videos of a pair of Flemish teeterboard artists, who I suspect are a couple, but cannot tell because 1. they are probably talking in Dutch, and 2. I am unable to tell even 1. because sleeping people would resent me using sound on the computer. Besides being no closer to finding that caking website than I was when I started, I am now exhausted, lonely (nobody else is awake, apparently), frustrated, and vaguely suspecting that everyone hates me.
I don’t hate you, if that helps. I think you’re awesome.
Why, yes, I did just walk to school to practice and leave my music at home.
When I breathe it makes these sort of creaking rasping crinkling noises.
I think I must have a house elf or something – there’s at least two or three packages / letters / checks etc that I know I’m supposed to have received in the past few weeks but I haven’t gotten any mail slips. Weird.
Went to the library again; I’ve decided to work on my what I call “power-reading skills” again. It took me about 3 1/2 hours to read a ca. 500 page book (which I already read a year ago). It took longer than I intended, but I don’t think it’s too far off what I used to do (too lazy to calculate the time per page). But I still need to work on my concentration and all. And no school tomorrow! *yayness*
oh my god i am so envious, i have a good 600 pages of dickens i need to finish in 24 hours and IT IS DRIVING ME MAAAAAAAAAAD
comically mad
you might even say my reaction to this is…….dickensian
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Hi! This is NOT OXLIN… this is JADE!! WOOO! KOKONVETION!
…and I /still/ have Russian homwork. -Oxlin.
Time for dinner! we’re off to go meet Penty!
Hmmm… today was pretty boring compared to yesterday and the weekend, but at least I have time to come post on MB.
We should have a “MuseBlog singalongs” thread … I SEE A LITTLE SILHOUETTO OF A MAN SCARAMOUCH SCARAMOUCH WILL YOU DO THE FANDANGO
THUNDERBOLTS AND LIGHTNING VERY VERY FRIGHTENING ME
GALILEO!
(galileo!)
GALILEO FIGARO
MAGNIFICAAAAA(OOOOO)
I’m just a poor boy, nobody loves me…
(This sing-along thread could be great fun.)
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family
HE’S JUST A POOR BOY FROM A POOR FAMILY!
SPARE HIM HIS LIFE FROM THIS MONSTROSITYYYY
OH MAMA MIA, MAMA MIA, MAMA MIA, LET ME GO
BEE-ELZEBUB HAS A DEVIL SET ASIDE FOR MEEE
FOR MEEE
(Why yes I’ve been reading Good Omens, how can you tell?)
BUM BUM BUM BUM BADADA BUM BUM BUM BADADA, BUM BUM BUM BUM BADADA BUM BUM BUM BADADA.
*insert required headbanging and rocking out as needed*
SO YOU THINK YOU CAN STONE ME AND SPIT IN MY EEEYYYEEE
SO YOU THINK YOU CAN LOVE ME AND LEAVE ME TO DIIIIIIIEYIIIIIIIIIIIIE
OOOOOOH BABAAYY
CAN’T DO THIS TO ME, BABAYY! I JUST GOTTA GET OOUT, I JUST GOTTA GET RIGHT OUT OF HEE-ERE!
CAN’T DO THIS TO ME BAAABYYYY
CAN’T DO THIS TO ME BABAAAY
(guitar solo)
OOOOOOOOH
OOH YEAH
OOH YEAH
I don’t get it.
Me, neither.
We do have a Song Lyrics thread.
Jade: Hellooooooo! OH MAN EVEN MORE MUSERS! Aka Penty has joined the party!
Oxlin: or Jade has joined the party as Penty and I were hanging out last night in anticipation
Penty: it’s a continuous party; we have kokons every day here. two-person kokons. That counts.
Jade: Also we found BOXES. I have already sat in a box with both of them. Mission accomplished? Also I will probably bother them both into trying poi later because that’s what I do or something.
Oxlin: Yeah! My friends found some giant BOXES and we’re going to make a FORT or a TARDIS (oh wait that is usually capitalized ah well) or something and it’ll be GREAT. Only my friends from RL seem to have disappeared. And I’ve been telling them all that Jade is “from the internet”
Jade: I AM HERE TO GLUE CAPTIONS TO YOUR CATS
Oxlin: Indeed… And bacon a la Scalzi. Jade brought Brownies and poi!
Posting now….
I have pictures of Jade and Penty in the box. Or rather Jade has pictures. But I (oxlin) took them. Time to make a fort!
I posted last night, but it never showed up….confusion?
Meh. Basically it was just about how I went to a concert and my friend and I both kind of fell madly in love with one of the performers and then hardcore creeped him online. Like y’do.
Today was weird. It was blah, then meh, then more meh, then good, then AWESOME, then pretty good, then terrible, then heroic, then bad again, and now it’s meh and tiredness.
I’ll just go for the AWESOME part here though:
I got to operate a manlift.
You know, one of those machines that you see every now and then and wish you could play with? Yeah. I GOT TO USE ONE AND THEN ALSO DRIVE IT AROUND A LITTLE BIT AND IT WAS EXCITING.
Also I was working with my supervisor instead of my co-workers, and I really appreciated intelligent adult conversation instead of stupid college student conversation. Don’t get me wrong, I have great conversations with other students here, but I’ve never really bonded with my co-workers. I’m not into parties and superficial “friendships”.
I definitely like the students here better than I’ve usually liked my peers in other situations, but as a group I still don’t really like people my age.
Okay I lied, I’m more blah then meh.
I should do homework, but I’d really rather just sleep or play my violin forever.
I am jealous of your manlift experience.
oxlin & Penty (66): Hello, you two! I can’t read Russian, so I have no idea what that says. But I’m sure it’s super insightful and awesome, as usual! I guess I could just go GoogleTranslate it. “Hi! oxlin learning Russian! Penty does not think…I do not think of anything, only her work.” “Russian time! Work time! Goodbye!” Is that semi-correct-ish?
Lizzie (69): I did that today, too! Except my room is a 6-minute walk from the practice rooms, so it wasn’t a big deal. HERE ARE HEALTH VIBES go away crackles!! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ (<<those are vibes)
oxlin & Jade (71): AHHHH!!!!!! So cool! Have all the fun times. // OXLIN & JADE & PENTY HELLO! I hope you are doing wonderfully!
Fidler (75): WOOOWWWWW!! I'm going capslock overkill on this post. I think I have caught the capslock bug. BUT ANYWAY! That is so cool!
Ooh! Ooh! Personal exciting news! I submitted one of my first projects from Ceramics I last year (a sculpture of a flower bud) into a regional art show, and it was accepted! My art will be in a museum! Oh BOY!!
Also, it won't let you squid AND pie comments. That is sad, because usually when I pie a comment I also want to squid it. I also don't follow the sympathy squid rule, if that's supposed to be a rule. Oh well.
ALSO WHY WON'T MY HOMEWORK BE DONE NOW I JUST WANT TO WATCH FREE WILLY.
Oxlin is wondering the same (about her homework) because she just wants to help build a cage of of PVC pipe.
Also hellloooooo!
Jade: Well, we just ate all of oxlin’s delicious raspberry jam, and are going to make one more post all together now. Also that jam was seriously really really good. Also GOODNIGHT MY DEAR FELLOWS OR SOMETHING.
Oxlin: We sang shanties too! When we took down the fort and while I did my Russian homework and hooray! The jam was delicious. My parents have more of it but alas they are far away from Beloit. My dad’s co-worker made it. Goodnight, every
buggymuser!Penty: The jam really was delicious. Good night, Musecrew!
I like to say “everybloggy”.
That gives me pleasantly nostalgic flashbacks to Cricket Magazine. Anyone remember “everybuggy”?
…Remember?
(I don’t get Cricket anymore, but I post regularly on the ChatterBox, so it’s hard for me to think of that term in the past tense. The discussion there is now even less about Cricket than ours is about Muse, but many people there say it instead of ‘everybuggy,’ and some call each other ‘buggies.’ I’ve been called a buggy in person, actually
Yup. That’s why I said “every
buggymuser”Yes. I remember Cricket very fondly.
*Smiles happily*
Thank you, I needed that to wash away reading ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ in one sitting and being really creeped out by the murder.
so what’s the position here on the pie-cobbler debate?
The pie-cobbler debate? I think pie has a stronger crust which makes it easier for throwing.
I’m… ashamed to say that I don’t actually like pie all that much, aside from throwing purposes. I like the bready-ness of cobbler.
Cobbler tastes better, but for throwing purposes, you’re got to go pie.
And pumpkin pie. Can’t get that in cobbler form.
Or can you? I should devise a recipe for pumpkin cobbler. I’m sure it’s not impossible.
Also: Hello there! You don’t post enough.
I suspect that a fair number of the “cobblers” you see are really pies that didn’t work.
Aw, Piggy, this is entirely unrelated but I keep seeing your gravatar and re-realising how cute it is. Or ‘SHOOO CAYUUUTE’, as some of my acquaintances would say.
That would be delicious. You must send it to me if you do.
And hi! I mostly lurk. I’m not a very loquacious person. But I’m here!
You must invite me over if he does.
Nah, there’s a ton of recipes out there already for it. I’ll find something that hasn’t been made yet.
What? Recipes for pumpkin cobbler? *Goes on an internet hunt.*
Aye, there’s gobs of ’em.
So yesterday my manlift experience was working in it while my boss did the maneuvering, and then him letting me play around with it for a little bit before we left and after he got it away from the huge amounts of glass we were working near.
Today he’s like “So Fern, you want to work on the manlift?” “Yeah.” “Cool. How would you feel about leading that project? You can drive the thing, and bring someone else along to help paint.” “Um, sure, yeah I could go for that.” “Cool. Go get the stuff you need, you know what needs to be finished.”
I was going to work with Ian, but then I worked with Gina instead because she had wanted to keep working on the manlift. She had used a different one and the one we had today before, so she knew more what she was doing, which was probably good. But she let me drive it. Like, completely. I got to drive the manlift around and hoist us up to really high (by which I mean maybe 70-90 feet?) and try not to run into this HUGE cross that’s just hanging there (we’re doing the entryway on the college chapel), and figure out how to maneuver around said HUGE cross, etc.
It was exciting.
And now I need to do homeworky things, and also clean my room because it pretty much looks like some sort of hideous natural disaster came through and there are probably decomposing bodies of victims under all the heaps of junk. It’s that bad, I kid you not. Roomie’s side is just as bad, if not worse. I had a hard time getting in the door just now because of the mountain of laundry and stuff.
Sweet Koko, have mercy on us all. o.o
Also I just hate this week. There is pretty much NO TIME to get all the LOTS OF STUFF that I need to do, and it’s not even that bad. I just feel put-upon because there are all these stupid things that are added on to pretty much EVERY DAY and a lot of them are at night and I’m just like “WHAT IS THIS, WHEN AM I SUPPOSED TO GET STUFF DONE AND ALSO SLEEP AND I STILL AM OVERDUE FOR A LONG WALK, TO SAY NOTHING OF PLAYING MUSIC, BUT IT WILL BE DARK OUT BECAUSE OF ALL THE STUPID THINGS I HAVE TO DO AND BLAAAHHHHHHHHH I HATE THIS WEEK.”
You too?
Using Photoshop while listening to the Portal 2 soundtrack is surprisingly effective.
Whatever happened to the morphing chameleon threads? I just had the brain waves come to me that they weren’t here anymore, and they were really fun!
They disappeared something like a year and a half ago (I think maybe when MB got rebooted?). The GAPAs decided that they weren’t really getting used enough to merit keeping on creating new ones every month.
Could they be created less frequently? I never got to post on those–apparently, I missed them by a season–but they sound fun.
All county auditions tomorrow. I have been practicing for the caking thing since June and I still don’t feel adequately prepared.
Did I mention the giant math test on Friday that I need to get a 100 on if I want to get an A this quarter?
I need to go fuss over reeds now.
*choklit* I am sure you will do excellently! You have been practising for months, after all. I know how you feel because I’ve also got auditions in two weeks. Don’t worry about it too much!
And don’t stress about your math test, an A- is already a good grade! To modify Google’s motto, ‘Don’t be Asian.’
*more choklit*
Good luck! I know you will do brilliantly.
Agent Lightning, something crossed my mind, and I had to make sure–your band director wasn’t new last year, was en?
Er… yes? He was…
*small-world moment*
Is his name C–t–r by any chance? Letters omitted for privacy. My old band director is teaching middle school band now and that would be the coolest coincidence in the world.
Er… no… sorry.
Aww. Well, it would’ve been a cool coincidence!
My U7 girls soccer team had their end-of-season pizza party tonight. We got to talking about the dress-up days that the local elementary schools are doing.
“Today was sports day at my school!” said one girl. “I wore my soccer jersey! And tomorrow is 80’s day! My mom says she’d help me find clothes from then.”
A little while later, my best friend who is also coaching came in to the restaurant, so of course the story got repeated:
“I wore my soccer jersey today because it was sports day! Tomorrow, we have to wear clothes from a really long time ago.”
80’s = really long time ago
Way to make us ’90s kids feel ancient, 6 year olds!
The 80s, as far as I can tell, were the 90s, but with crazier hair, worse computers, and the Cold War.
That’s more or less how I remember them.
Not my 1980s. At least not the first half. They were like no other time that I’ve ever lived in. As for the second half of the decade I was living in an alternate universe so I have no idea what the times were like for anyone else. Then the 1990s — guess I was still in the alternate universe because I don’t recall anything culturally distinctive about those years. I’m not even sure I remember them.
Back home! Had a lovely day kokonvening with oxlin–we spun poi and polkaed and skipped and read poetry and jumped around in leaves. Whee!
We did indeed! Jade took pictures of the strange tree and she taught me to spin poi and we (briefly) read poetry near an old tower and it was generally lovely.
Jade left me brownieeeesss! Nom.
To all of you who have sonic screwdrivers (10th doctor’s): How is the quality? I don’t want to get one and have it be crummy.
Also, do any of you have the set where you can “create your own” screwdriver? If yes, are there options for the 10th doctor’s screwdriver in that set? That would be super cool.
Does it make me a math nerd to realize that one of the practice questions our current math teacher gave us for our test requires us to discuss the same function as in a homework assignment given by our late math teacher (who hardly knew our current math teacher) last year?
Need you ask?
My cat drools when she’s really content. Just wanted to share.
So does my little brother. (No, I’m kidding, I love him to death but 6 month olds are somewhat slobbery).
Eew. My friend’s very old cat would drool as well, whenever you pet her. She lived to be eighteen.
It’s snowing here.
Same here!
Send some over here, please? The predicted snowfall amount here for the next, say, hundred years or so, is approximately zero.
You can have it. Last winter we lost a bunch of shingles off our roof and if it doesn’t get fixed before winter really comes we’re going to lose more. -_-
Yay! I’m expecting it to start snowing tomorrow now!
I’ll be in the UK week after next but it’s only 13 degrees there, so no snow…darn Gulf Stream.
Oops, sorry, 13 Celsius. That’s…55 degrees Fahrenheit?
May I have some, too, please?
I think I may go shopping this weekend. And actually enjoy it. And if you know me then that last sentence told you what I’m shopping for! (My birthday = giftcards = books + video games.)
Same here! My grandparents don’t really know what to get me anymore, so I just get a lot of money.
Ick. Very cold, yucky, rainy day.
Today, we wore pajamas to school and watched good movies during 2 classes!
The Event is over! Hooray! Now I can actually do my homework and focus on other things that need doing. Like preparing for The Huge Event That Is Coming Up, and then the Other Big Thing right after it. I’m just so glad that today is done. Ice cream and smiles for everyone.
STarting to carve another pumpkin! Last year I did the Kraken vs Ship, this year I am going to try to outdo that. We’ll see how well that works out XD
CARVE ME A PUMPKIN WORTHY OF MORDOR
Outdo it? Is that even humanly possible? Well, I suppose that if it is, it only is possible for Jadestone…
I MET ERIC WHITACRE. I went to his concert at Duke and the reception after (it cost a lot but it was so worth it) and my friends and I awkwardly stood there until we managed to get his attention, and I got a program and my reed case signed and we asked him about the virtual choir 3.0 (he said it isn’t Water Night, but he might have been lying) and we ACTUALLY MET HIM and the concert was so good and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to play October again because it sounded so incredible and The Seal Lullaby made me want to cry and also I met Eric Whitacre
Asdfjkl; AHHH
SO ENVIOUS
First concert band performance next Tuesday.
In other news, I got my hand bitten twice yesterday. And today is wear pink day at school so I’m wearing pink. And my shoelaces are so epic right now.
So are mine!
So yesterday I figured out the math homework thing. This morning, our teacher gave us a harsh pop quiz about current events. As usual, the theme selection was weird.
But when I came home, I saw a copy of “Die Zeit” on the kitchen table, took a peak at the headlines and lo and behold, gotcha Mrs (name)! Upon checking their online archive, I realized that our past homework themes correspond to articles there as well and her opinions on any given topic and that they send newsletters- they even have ones specifically for teachers. Guess what I’m now signed up for…
Somehow, this is turning out to be the discovering-the-secret-lives-of-teachers-week.
GUESS WHO HAS A TON OF GLOW-IN-THE-DARK STARS AND IS PUTTING THEM ALL OVER HER ROOM WITH HER ROOMMATE?
HINT: IT’S ME.
*JEALOUS RAGE*
Roomie made Ursa Major on her wall, and I have Orion right over my bed. After a brief consideration we decided that the effort that would go into making our entire room a correct planetarium would not equal the amount of geek cred we’d get for such an undertaking, and also wouldn’t go as quickly. So we opted to put them everywhere in a frenzied rush, and choose a few favorite constellations to stick around.
Because we’re awesome, basically. And this way we still get geek cred. So it’s all good.
The effort would have been enormous, but the geek cred would have been infinite. You probably would have had to transfer to M.I.T.
And you don’t want to go there, everything is gray.
Someday when I have a room that I won’t be moving out of in a few months I’ll do it. Happy now?
I hear ya. I gave up on constellations, too, even though I wasn’t expecting to move at the time. Putting up the stars at random is a sizable task in its own right without getting finicky.
I was already delighted.
I know what I’m getting at the gift shop the next time I’m at the Museum of Science…
ALL-COUNTY SYMPHONIC BAND SECOND CHAIR BY ONE POINT AND I DIDN’T EVEN THINK I WAS GOING TO MAKE IT
I feel like I was Atlas holding the world on my shoulders and somebody lifted it off and it feels GOOD.
Excuse me, I need to go do a victory dance.
Congratulations!
KITTEN! There were four kittens in our science center and now my friend has adopted one and it is sitting in my friend’s shirt right now. Awww…
BUILDING MOVING DRAGON WINGS IS GO
Note to self: when running a 5K in costume, screw accurate footwear, just wear sneakers. All anybody notices about your costume is the flightsuit, they don’t care you have really accurate-looking black boots.
Who were you dressed as?
In semi-related news, I’m currently wearing a rainbow cape and cat ears. Nyanyanyanyan~
An astronaut.
Of course; what else?
Actually, I wanted to go as Carl Sagan, but I didn’t have enough time to find the right color turtleneck and blazer, so I just asked my mom to overnight me my flightsuit from Space Camp. (That I wore to school the year before last.)
You know, I actually considered writing ‘it would either be that or Carl Sagan’ in my post but for some reason I didn’t. Oh Kai
I’ll have you know I went as a Flight Controller last year!
I wore a long black cloak with silver spiderwebs all over it and a hood that makes me look like Milady de Winter to school!
And my friend Atlanta has acquired a black top hat, then ordered welder’s goggles and spraypainted them gold, and also owns a bowtie and a vest and a swirly black skirt.
And my friend Egeus has a top hat and monocle.
I really enjoy everything about the universe currently. *casually flops around the room*
I’m also writing a ghost story for Atlanta for her birthday. What do you all think about a story where there’s a girl and her boyfriend at Homecoming and she hears an unnamed fellow student has died in a car crash, and then the girl guesses that her boyfriend is the dead boy, and she asks him “is this a dance between a dead person and a living one” or something, and he just looks at her and nods, and they dance and it’s sad, and then people start coming around and telling him he’s going to have to leave her, and she’s really sad because he’s a ghost, and then midnight strikes and the dance ends and the girl disappears because she was the ghost all along?
That actually sounds like it could be really sad if done well. Go for it!
Would it be worth it, at some point in my time in Boston, to find somebody with a car and drive 3 hours on the Interstate to Concord just to vist the McAuliffe-Shepard Planetarium?
Yes.
We hold these truths to be self-evident.
Are you making a partial pun on my joke in the Hot Topics thread?
STATUS UPDATES
PUMPKIN: DONE
DRAGON WINGS: FRAMES BUILT, STILL NEED FABRIC AND ATTACHMENT
I had a really great dream last night, and I may actually turn it into a humor story, because it’s a really funny idea.
I had dinner with my aunt last night, and we were talking about the Museum of Science, and how every museum is different, because the people who start them are different, and the people who run them over the years are different, and the people who fund expansions are different, etc. And, I’d noticed that a lot of newer buildings and facilities at museums are named for rich people who gave money to create them, or people who did important things for the museum in its past.
So, anyway, in my dream, there was a science museum created and funded by a famous scientist (who was actually still alive) and entirely themed around his life and work. But… he was a MAD scientist, and so the dodo diorama had information about his efforts to bring dodos back from extinction through cloning, the space exhibit had all of his orbital weapons, the energy exhibit had his death rays, the DNA exhibit had pictures of mutant creatures he’d created, the dinosaur exhibit had a cloned Brachiosaurus with the brain of one of his lab assistants transplanted into it…
And this was all a perfectly ordinary science museum, with a gift shop, docents, hands-on activities for kids, special events, etc.
Really, I think this could be a very funny story.
oxlin/Jade/Penty (78): That sounds marvelous!
oxlin (87.1): Ooh, poi! How did you like it?
Mikazuki (92): Cool! Pittsburgh is getting a TON of snow right now (where my family lives), but alas, I’ve had no such luck here at college. Maybe soon!
Bibliophile (95): That sounds like the greatest day.
Jade (97): PUMPKIN! I carved a Totoro one when I was home last week, and it was awesome! My brother carved a castle.
(108): YAY!
Tesseract (98): Wow! Did you get to talk to him, too? What was he like?
I live on a co-op hall, and every year we do a “Haunted Hall.” This year, our theme was a haunted admissions tour, so we had different areas of the hall as different areas of the school (a classroom, dining hall, meeting house, dorm room, etc.), and I was in charge of health services. It turned out soooo well!! I went to the health services office of my school and they gave me lots of medical textbooks and blue gloves (two by two/hands of blue) and trauma shears and a lab coat that had “[school name] Health Services” embroidered on it. We used a bathroom as the health services room, and the shower was the psychiatric ward, and we performed a live surgery one someone (pulling raw hamburger meat out of their chest). I think some people were really scared!
It’s snowing.
In October.
WHAT IS THIS I DON’T EVEN
I NEED TO FIGURE OUT A HALLOWEEN COSTUME
TOO BUSY/LAZY/UNABLE TO MAKE SOMETHING ELABORATE
BEST IDEA SO FAR IS GOING AS WALL OF STICKY NOTES
USE CONSTRUCTION PAPER AND COLOR-COORDINATED CLOTHES TO GO AS YOUR FAVOURITE POKEMON? CHEAP, EASY, FAST.
I WOULD
IF ONLY I COULD FIND CONSTRUCTION PAPER
SOMEWHERE UNDER MY BED, DUSTY, CRAMPED, DARK
Some college students spend Friday nights partying. My friend and I hold anime marathons until midnight. With hour-long sidetracks to watch the Old Spice Guy.
“How did we end up watching these ads again?”
“Dunno.” *Checks history*
“So apparently we looked up Evil Albino because of that one character, and then White Haired Pretty Boy, and then Blond is Evil, and you said there weren’t any long-haired blond guys, and I looked for Fabio on Youtube, and then you hadn’t seen the Old Spice videos so we had to watch them. (Tragic that)”
So then we went back to watching anime until midnight and snarky commenting on it. I feel like I spent half the night laughing.
Also there is so much free candy floating around right now I think I’m on a permanent sugar buzz.
I do laundry.
You deserve a pie for the sheer practicality of your post.
I rarely do laundry on weekends; there’s too much competition. And since I live literally right next door to the laundry, it’s really not that big a deal to do it on a weeknight.
I live super near the laundry too.
On Friday nights I sit around with friends and talk and sometimes have sing-a-longs.
It’s weird going back to last year’s Halloween Ball and seeing that, although I had completely forgotten this, because I had been reading an article about STS-134 at the time I made the post, I made my character’s superior a Mark Kelly expy. At the time, it was just a little one-off reference that I thought nobody would ever get. And then, three-months later, he became the most famous active-duty astronaut in the world…
I tried out for Region Choir today. 850 people came. 250 will get in. I don’t expect I will because I started in the wrong place and didn’t realize until I’s gotten well into the song. Oh, well. Who knows?
By the way, I’m 1 of 4 narrators in Beauty and The Beast, which is good because I mentioned a while ago that that’s all I got called back for, so it was either that or just the chorus–and I asked if I could be in the chorus, too, since they never appear together, and my choir director said yes.
The other play I’m doing with my school, in which a bratty 9-year-old girl sues Santa Claus, isn’t as good as I expected, and unfortunately, I’m just an elf. I only tried out for an elf because I supposed it would be better than no part at all. Oh, well.
I’m not feeling well, physically, but I got a lot of good books to study for Science Olympiad.
I’m not doing anything for halloween. Note to self: next year, prepare your costume during the summer.
In other news, between the hours of 7:00pm last night and 1:00 this afternoon somebody decorated the outside of one of the elevators as a TARDIS. I need to find them and profess my love for them.
My roommate and I were walking back from dinner a little while ago when we walked past some buildings that we walk past multiple times a day. They’re pretty unobtrusive buildings, with the only defining characteristic of each window having an air conditioning unit, when every other building on campus has central air conditioning. We didn’t know what the buildings were, so we decided to go check them out. We went up to one and there was a sign saying that sometime in 2005 the College of Nursing was moving to a new building. I looked in and there was debris lying around on the ground, covered with dust. Abandoned. Fascinating. The other building seemed slightly less abandoned, and there was a sign saying something about a “Bureau of Sociological Research”. Very suspicious. I want to get into those buildings and explore.
This close to Halloween, you’re asking for it.
“And I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for you meddling undergraduates!”
“…and that darn pig!”
Stage blood, as it turns out, does not wash off skin very effectively. At least, not without removing a few layers of skin.
I hope stage blood didn’t draw your real blood. That would rather defeat the point of its existence.
No, not yet. I kind of gave up on it after some vigorous and noneffective scrubbing. I’m hoping a proper shower will remove it. (and the layer of makeup still on my face after attempting to get it off)
I hope so, too; tree sap is hard to remove as well, but even that goes away if you get the scrubbing brush used for potatoes… Anyway, long story short, I didn’t need a shower for that; I’m sorry you do. /irrelevance
I finally have my halloween costume figured out. I have a bit of sewing left to do, but not too much. I am going to go as some sort of faerie – nothing specific. I’m pretty excited.
I was having trouble deciding what to do, but I found an awesome long red skirt at a thrift store, and I’m going to use that as an overdress, and then I’m using the underdress of my Roman stola as the underdress of this, so I don’t have to sew that. So all I have to do is make the sleeves, which shouldn’t be too hard, and then make the wings. I have an awesome shimmery fabric and some copper wire that I’m using to make them, and I’m hoping that I’ll be able to use an iron to melt the edges of the fabric together (I think it has a high plastic content) around the wire frame, but I haven’t tested that yet, so we’ll see. Otherwise I’ll just melt or singe the edges to finish them and then sew them onto the frame.
I wish that I had done this earlier. Now I’m down to just one day to do it, and it’s a bit down to the wire – but you do what you have to do!
Wow! I can’t believe you did all that work! It’s going to look fantastic, I bet.
Favorite comment about my costume at the school Halloween dance tonight: “I never knew Raggedy Ann could look so creepy.”
Were you Sally from “The Nightmare Before Christmas”?
I was a Coraline-inspired rag doll – big button eyes (I have pictures, if anyone’s interested). I was pretty proud of it – thought of it three hours before the dance, but I think it turned out decently.
For the halloween concert today I was going to be zombie Steve Jobs, but I don’t think I can stomach doing makeup again, so I think I’ll just go concert black.
Woo! Sucessful Progress launch from Baikonur! Korolev’s heirs do their legacy proud!
Cold. No power. Posting from my phone. I was just outside, cleaning snow(!!!!!!!!) off of our gardens so the plants don’t die. By myself. *sigh*
GAPAs, I emailed in a couple of photos a few weeks ago, and I wanted to make sure you got them. No rush in putting them up–I just wanted to make sure that I didn’t need to have my dad send in parental permission again or something!
We have them. Does everybody in the photographs have parental permission? I’ve lost track.
If I’m in them, I do have parental permission.
And it was just the two of us, so I think we’re good on that front.
More snow…sigh.
I’m going as space for Halloween!
That’s awesome, but how?
Well, I got this navy dress covered in sparkles that looks like a legitimate night sky, a star/sun crown, some foam stars/planets stuck to the dress along with a black hole (which is potrayed by a black piece of foam, because that’s understandable to all the ignorants) on my stomach. Some rings around my wrists and maybe my ankles because I haven’t decided what kind of shoes I’m going to wear. I might also have facepaint.
Oh, and a shiny golden cape.
Most of this is what I have; based on any suggestions you guys have I might add more.
That’s amazing! You sound like you’ll look just like the goddess Nut. All you’ll need to be space is a squid!
Oooh, yes! The ancient Egyptian goddess of the sky!
… # why didn’t i think of that # i’m studying that in school right now
*looks through plush collection frantically* I only have a lobster! I have no squid!
My thoughts exactly.
Oh. My. Glob. That sounds awesome.
Best. Costume. Ever. Do you mind if I do it next year?
“Zinc! Are you space?”
“Yes. Now we are a family again.”
I’m going as a steampunk golden snitch.
My laptop sound doesn’t work. It says it’s fine, but nothing plays in any of my headphines. I might have unplugged them while the PC was turned off, is that why? How do I fix?
Never mind. Sound back. Yay!
With “When I was little”-inspired nostalgia, I spent an hour looking for the Zoombini game disk and found it only to realize that my system no longer supports classic.
So guess who got her dad’s ten year old G3 powerbook to work again and just installed Zoombinis there?
Ack, that was exagerated. Stupid broken plug. But, on the upside, it’s officially broken so I get to dissect it
I’m going to be singing on the radio in an hour and a half. 0.o
Starting to get legit nervous right now. Meep.
Eeeeee, congratulations!
Good luck!
It’s too late to wish Fiddler good luck, but you can hear her by live streaming on WCQS (http: // www . wcqs. org/listen/listen/listen-live). She should be on more or less RIGHT NOW. (More precisely, she’ll be singing ballads from 7 to 9 p.m. North Carolina time, i.e., 6 to 8 p.m. blog time.)
Woah, this is so cool!
About a dozen people will be singing on the show tonight. I’ll post an alert here when Fiddler is about to come on.
She ought to be coming up soon. Seems like a LOT of singers have already performed.
NOW.
She’s on!
SFTDP. FIDDLER IS AMAZING!
SFTTP. Thank you, GAPAs.
She’s on again.
To my frustration and disappointment, I couldn’t get it to let me listen live! Does anyone know of a way I can listen to it recorded that I didn’t spot?
I don’t, but I’m sure we could coax Fiddler into posting some ballads to the blog.
It was recorded. I was told that there would probably be one copy of the recording made, but I was also told that there could be other copies made from that, and if so then I would get one, or be told where to find it. I’ll keep you updated.
I could also be persuaded to record the two songs I did tonight on my computer and then send them in, or others, if you wished. That will be later though, I have another insane week ahead of me and it’s past midnight so technically it’s Monday asdihljnkawfedsviljnkgrWDSVIOJKLM;VD OH NOES.
Aaaaaand I’m hungry. Because I wasn’t able to eat very much of either meal I had today.
I just discovered that the ice cream I got today melted. Hopefully I can re-freeze it and it won’t be disgusting.
NOW, TO SHOWER AND THEN TO BED!!!
(I would just go to bed unwashed, but I’ve done that too many nights in a row already…..)
Aww, yeah, I was out all day so I missed it. Can I hear the recording?
You were so good!
She’s on again, singing “One Morning in May.”
One of my favorites. Though I know a different tune.
I keep hitting return instead of “comment” for some reason.
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! Robert, thanks for posting the link, I considered putting it up, but then didn’t because I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with the name and location thing. I’m glad you all got to listen though! Huzzah!
Thanks so much for all your support, I love you all.
Now, TO READ A 50 PAGE THING FOR CLASS TOMORROW! BOO-YAH!
Randomosity on the Random thread!
Did I ever mention that in my most recent trip to California I aquired a sonic screwdriver? (Technically, I made it.) And yes, I know that my most resent trip isn’t really all that recent.
What region were you in? North, South, Bay Area, San Diego, LA, OC, Central (I think those are the most specific I can make them, since SD and LA I’m meaning the area/counties). I want a sonic screwdriver…
The Bay Area. Now whenever I visit CA, I visit the area I grew up in. Specifically, it was at a panel at WesterCon (I’m allowed to say that, right?). One of the people who works at the Con came up with an “arts and crafts panel for grown-ups” since previously arts and crafts were reserved for little kids. She didn’t realize it would be so popular (I don’t know how she didn’t) so she didn’t bring enough lights for the tips of everyones’ screwdrivers, but she said she would next time. I assume that this means she will run the panel again the next time WesterCon is in the Bay Area. (If I’m not allowed to mention the specific convention, everything after the first two sentences can be deleted.)
I’m finally done with my costume.
I’m going to be…a mushroom…
What kind?
The stereotypical “red with white spots” kind, because I don’t have materials for anything really.
/thrown together in one hour since I might be too busy to go trick-or-treating tomorrow anyways due to all the work I need to get done
Oooooh, the classic. That’s Amanita muscaria, aka fly agaric. It’s pretty but poisonous. Mwhahahaha.
“Mostly Harmless”…
I’m going as Eowyn. We should team up! Fungal Rohirrim would be unstoppable!
FOOORTH
EROLINNNNNNNGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
In sixth grade, someone came to school on Halloween with a jellyfish costume, and our math teacher thought it was supposed to be a mushroom.
Every Monday, the college website has a video showing interviews with students about a certain topic. Today’s is “What would you do if zombies attacked BU?”
Yay! Power’s back! Light! Heat! TV! Now I won’t have to miss the Adventure Time and regular show tonight! *squee*
In other news, my White Queen costume was a huge success. Even though some people thought I was a zombie bride, the bride from Corpse Bride or the White Queen from Narnia.
Me: So today, there was a girl at school with a tweed jacket, a bow tie, and a sonic screwdriver. I asked her if she was the Eleventh Doctor from Doctor Who, and she said she was!
Dad: And then did she say “Welcome to the nerd club”?
Me: *points at internet meme costume*