In 1958 when Ward Kimball produced “Magic Highway, U.S.A.” for Disneyland, the vision of the future looked a lot like…1958. Aesthetically speaking, that is. Much of the technology still waits to be invented. This month’s Random threads celebrate how imaginations of the past portrayed the future, but in the present, of course, you may be as random as you like.
For the curious, an 8:47-minute excerpt of “Magic Highway, U.S.A.” may be found on YouTube:
youtube.com/watch?v=F6pUMlPBMQA
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Whoa, cool picture! Happy May, everyone!
*kicks self for typing wrong email*
Third post!!!!!!!!! My birthday month!!!!! Happy May Day, everyone!!!!!!!!!!!
3-My b-day month too! Only 28 more days…..
Ugh. I’m home sick again. I keep having coughing fits. *hackhackhackhackhackhackhack*
We have STAR testing soon…
Note to self: MUST change avatar, no longer need my AE w/ Vendy’s…..but I forgot the password, and don’t want to deal w/ it right now.
Anyway, sweet picture!!!!!! Don’t have much to say, except I’m dreadfully tired, got less than 5 hrs of sleep. And tomorrow night I have to meet with my chem lab partner to work on our poster presentation for lab, and he isn’t available inthe morning, because he has to “work out” (can’t he skip that??????) and thenhe works until 11 pm. Which means a very late night tomorrow, if we’re ot even getting started until 11.
Wow, that’s sad. I don’t even know my own school email I’m so tired….I typed the ending (the part after the @) that is for the teachers/staff, not students…..oh my god, I am seriously losing my mind.
Happy May Day!
happy mayday all!
I usually do may baskets for the neighbors, but me and my sister are the only people who would do that sort of thing so its kind of obvious when we do.
Past futures… sounds intersting.
My science teacher often has people steal her staplers. I made a sign for her that said-
If you steal this stapler, we will hunt you down. We know where you live.
And I actually used that graphic.
She made me change it to-
Please don’t steal this stapler. other people need it and this is where it belongs. Remember. we know where you live.
Not one stapler was stolen since. (heh, heh)
Speaking of signs. I’m running for Student council. so I took some Obama posters and changed them a little. As in, put One School instead of One Nation. The elections is (or was for some people) today.
Ok, question. I had copied the first of the two Bo’s Facts page from the April mag to give to my bioethics teacher, as they pertained to current/recent topics of conversation. That is, the so-called sea-kittens and the eyelash lengthener. Of course, that page also had the false fact.
I had scribbled a note next to the false fact saying that it was a customary false fact. Apparently he missed that, as he said in an email thinking me for the excerpt: “I didn’t even think of the possible adaptation of “hyperallergenic” trees in response to deforestation–it may not be the likely explanation, but it was intriguing!”
so, of course, I sent him a polite email to disabuse him of the notion that that fact was false. So I got an email in return, ending with the question: “I wonder: Why would they mix in a fake story with more factually true ones?”
I am sending him an email in reply, and wanted to know if the following sounded like a reasonable explanation for one of our many bizarre [to outsiders] Muse traditions/quirks. A quick (GAPA, perhaps) response would be nice, I like to be prompt with my replies. The false fact is a tradition. The random facts segment was added to the magazine several years ago, and since its beginning, one false fact has always been included amongst the actual facts. It’s something of a game for the readers to try to guess which fact is false and the answer is given upside down at the bottom of the second page of facts.
Looks good to me.
I’ve found my fathers old collection of sci-fi books and am enjoying them, though laughing my head off at their thoughts of the future.
Randomness:
Tomorrow is my dance studios premiere of “Once upon a dream”. I’m a hedge in act 2 & 3, and dancing onstage is scary. Very scary. I got lost in the theatre and the poor coordinator/person in charge of finding all the dancers under 16 and getting them onstage in time had already told everyone that there was “an errant hedge with funky earrings” running around and that they should point me towards the stage an tell me I was on in 5 min, since I didn’t know the hedge was also on in act two and only bothered to show up for act three… And we’re a leper hedge-somebody lost moss onstage, and most of my costume is strewn over the studio. I’ve superglued just about everything left, so it should hold…
About the makeup- no comment. Every second word would involve desserts and it’s a waste of breath.
Tomorrow at this time I’ll be onstage… *is scared*
Hi!!! Happy May to everyone!!! (Excluding Mr.Joe)
Aah! It’s May Day, and I’m not ready for the Ball!!!! *runs off screaming*
Yuh. Well, anyway. Happy May Day, everybody.
11- You’re a hedge?
Beautiful picture Lady B.! Perhaps in order to celebrate I’ll have to watch Back to the Future again. Yesss, that sounds like a marvelous plan!
Happy May Day, everyone! I simply cannot believe it’s May already. My birthday month as well, *shudders* 17. I can’t believe it, I think I’m about ready to turn 12 now.
Ah well. Tomorrow is “A Day in Snipsnip” (local-ish town, thus snippage) and I’m going to be playing music all day. And possibly for the dinner hour as well, if I can get ahold of Mrs. P and ask her some questions. I’d better go do that now, actually.
Happy May, everybody!
Well, I’ve got to perform in the school band concert tonight, therefore eating up one more friday night of my life… on the bright side, I’ve only got nine days of school left before exams… blech. Exams aren’t fun at all.
I have a band concert coming up! We’re still not so great. After all everyone in the band is in 5th and 6th grade… so you can’t expect us to be great.
I LOVE 50’s-60’s retrofuturism! (And also 80’s “space shuttle chic”, to a lesser extent.) It’s the sort of feel I was going for in that “Days of Future Never” story I abandoned.
And the video did get some things right- moving sidewalks (In airports, not malls, though), cars that turn into boats (They’re expensive, but they DO exist.), an in-car computer showing your position (Magellan GPS!), solar-powered cars (Mostly only as concept cars, but one crossed Australia in the 80s.) and faster transportation and communication encouraging globalization.
Another great retro-futuristic Disney video is this launch of a proto-shuttle: youtube. com /watch? v=Sy0fafgaj WI&feature= related
A lot of stuff is right there, too. Elon Musk’s company SpaceX even has a launch site on a tropical island.
The link you posted above apparently does not exist in my computer’s world. It said there wasn’t anything out there like it. Is it still up on Youtube???
Scratch that. There were a few spaces in the web address, so I took then out and it worked!!!
Great picture, thanks for the link to the video!
*curious but cowardly* What is the video?
The video provides a fascinating peek at the dreams for the future as imagined in the late 1950s — even more interesting if you’ve seen Wall-E and compare. I’d love to hear comments from anyone who watches it.
The image I used for this thread comes from near the end of the clip, albeit in somewhat different form….
Can you make another picture like that, except with
s instead of koko?
Look at the vehicles inside the tube.
Getting in one of those would be like being eaten by a bunny.
I found a lot of their ideas sort of silly and flashy. I also found it interesting (and very fifties and sexist) that they sent the mother to the mall and the father to work.
The whole notion that highways are the answer to everything is also embedded in the outlook of the time, merely two years after the Federal-Aid Highway Act that brought us the interstate system. Highways on the side of the Grand Canyon? Zipping by the Sphinx? Hard to believe now anyone once saw that as desirable.
Did you see Wall-E? I kept thinking that the life the video finds so enchanting — you never have to walk a step, everything either comes to you or conveys you thither — is very much the world that the humans in the movie achieve, then find reason to regret.
Wall-E was a GREAT movie. I can’t believe that people wanted that. It seems the more people create technology for comfort, the more they regret it. Look at SUVs. People loved them, but now many hate them, because of rising gas prices, pollution, ect.
Did my comment go through? I didn’t get a moderation notice on my computer or anything.
18- Oh. Interesting.
19- It happens sometimes. I believe the GAPAs live a few minutes farther forward in time from everybody else. [/odd grammar]
20-Well, it was really long and I was rather proud of it.
Oh, there it is. All is well.
21- Oh, sorry, misunderstanding. I thought 19 was your post. I have no idea… that’s strange. I don’t see it. My post on the MDB thread didn’t show up on the recent comments bar until, like, ten minutes after it was moderated… But, on the other hand, the GAPAs are moderating something like every thirty seconds, so I suppose things get sacrificed if you have to skim everything. Or something. I’m just making stuff up as I go along, I don’t really know….
KaiYves, the link in your comment prompted our spam filter to snag it. ‘Tis now retrieved.
Has anyone heard the ‘oh country cornflakes’ song?
Is this like the random thread for this month?
26- Yup.
Cool picture. By the way, has anyone read 1984 by George Orwell? We just finished it in english. Boy, it is creepy.
Happy Friday everyone!
*yawn* G’night, everybody. Happy May Day! (Again.)
Listening to Cat Stevens, making granola bars, and feeling strangely melancholy. I am put in mind of a line in Impromptu: “They all applaud, I’m a great success. Why do I want to cry?”
That play is in my blood. I wonder how long until it stops popping into my head at the slightest provocation?
Has anyone seen my sock?
Happy Saturday! I’m attending a birthday party/ concert but before that I have to get ready, play tennis for an hour, wash up, go to the mall and buy a birthday present for the birthday person… then I have to buy wrapping paper at this other place… someday I’m going to hunt down the person who invented wrapping paper and murder en. What’s the point? A really cool present might come in a plastic grocery bag, or a pair of socks might come in a silver-embossed foam.
Has anyone watched the Obama Llama song on Youtube?
Heh. That was funny. Slightly. Obama really is a llama. In fact, I’m pretty sure they stole that phrase from me.
Flamy pic, Space Queen. *spaces off* Woah, for a minute there I thought I missed the first and went straight to the second of May. But I didn’t.
28- In what grade are you, or how deeply did you analyze the book?
Piggy hates having colds. *sniffles* *coughs*
Sure it’s a cold? You are a pig, after all.
As a matter of fact, I am sure it’s a cold, although if it was swine flu, I could use that to my advantage, what with
blackmailingextortion and all. ((“The x makes it sound cool.”))Well, that’s good that it’s just a cold. (Not that I really thought it was anything else, I was just kidding…..) Wasn’t there a case or two in Nebraska, though? Seems like I remember hearing/reading that.
My college keeps sending out emails that so far no cases have been reported here in the area, or on campus, but that if we do come down with it, absolutley do not go to classes or anything. Well, I understand that, and all, but……It’s almost finals. I’m not sure I’d be able to restrain myself from going to class, because if I missed class, I’d permanently screw up my grades…….And yes, I’m afraid that actually might mean more to me then infecting other people. Of course, I’m not sick with anything right now, much less the flu, so I guess it’s sort of a moot point…..
I think we have a few confirmed cases, yeah, and plenty probable cases.
Your musing is awaiting moderation.
The picture is really cool, and I’m watching the video right now. It’s pretty interesting.
Rewatching Back to the Future does sound like a good idea… I haven’t seen any of them in at least three years. I remember when I saw the second one, I made a whole timeline to figure out all the different times. There’s a big plot hole, but I’ll won’t say it here, because I want to know if anyone else noticed it.
Goodness. This sunday is our chorus concert. It’s going to be aweful. We don’t know any of our songs well at all. No. Scratch that. We know ONE song. Out of all of them! It’s going to be a disaster! And it’s going to be even MORE worse because our teacher taught them to us wrong!
We sang with our accompanist today and our teacher apologized to us for teaching us the wrong beat on one of our hardest songs. OMG! The woman doesn’t even know the song herself! Much less us! *scream* And we’re presenting this stuff to the community?! Outrageous! I avert my eyes in horror! *sob*
*consolation pies*
If it makes you feel any better, I had to play a song tonight that I hadn’t played in months. I barely knew the part anyway.
I got it perfect. Maybe you guys will too.
Thanks!
OKey Day! I have an announcement!
ALL RRR PEOPLES AND ANYONE EVEN SLIGHTLY INTERESTED IN WRITING IN GENERAL SHOULD HEAD OVER TO THE ALCHEMY THREAD! Ok. Now that that’s off my chest! We need people who want to write! Considering other RRR’s, this one isn’t very long! Please please please come back/try it out!
*yawn* Goodnight everyone, I need to get some sleep before tomorrow. *yawns again* It’s already late….how’d it get to be 11?!
How’d it get to be 11? How’d it get to be 1?
But really, I’m turning in for the night.
Ooh, my head hurts, and my eyes are all watery and they hurt too. If I have pink eye again I am going to be so miserable. The lighting is too poor to see the color, but it’s not looking good…
Okay. Here is my week:
(insert hpb-like signature)*
Me: *gets bored* *draws hpb+”uh oh” in organizer. puts:
Date:
Time out: HPB
Purpose/Destination: bunny apocalypse
Teacher’s signature:
*props up in front of en*
Onewhisker(on the friends thread)+Silverstream+friend: ???
Me: *attempts to explain*
Onewhisker: Mrs Blank, what’s an apocalypse?
Religion teacher: *explains* Why?
Onewhisker: The MLDM said–
Me: *collapses on desk laughing*
And as if that wasn’t weird enough, I sent Onewhisker and Silverstream a weird bunny-apocalyptic email… I even up yelling across the religion classrom “I don’t know why they have to be hot pink bunnies. Maybe because they’re cuter? Then whole of RiverClan wanted to know what I was on about, and I ended up convincing them that MuseBlog is full of stalkers and Mean Clean Sexy Machines, and I’m evil because my parents (ahem) don’t know about it (they don’t!). To top it all off, Onewhisker told we yesterday (in religion again) she went on MuseBlog and got zombified by an American hpb, and that she called herself hpb.
More weird school-related stuff: We had a boring assembly, with a bunch of Year 12s wheeling in a new recycling bin and telling us about the new recycling program. There were ominous thumping noises, so they opened it, and THE PRINCIPAL emerged. Then she told us she was going to sing a song (about recyclable waste) and she did. We thought it was hillarious, of course. I now have “I love waste…” stuck in my head.
I have a cute widdle kwiddy on my wap! He’s sho cute and fuzzshy and wovable and cute and woveble and cute and wovable…. *enters kitty coma*
Hm. Kitties. The HPBs of the non-Muserly world. Beware.
Kitties aren’t evil!!!! Now I’m MAD at you!!!
I never said they were. I’m only warning you to not become kittified, but I appear to be too late already.
Yes, I am already kittified. And It’s so fun! kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty….
Funny story regarding kitties. There’s an xkcd comic about kitties, number 238, I think. It’s the first link when you google “xkcd kitty.”
At lunch a few days ago, my friends and I were sitting outside and all of a sudden at cat walks by. My friend J saw it and yelled “KITTY! COME HERE KITTY! YOU’RE A CUTE KITTY!” and started running after it.
This is funnier after seeing the comic.
Yep, I’ve seen the comic.
I’M SCARED!!!
Today is my first outside-the-family babysitting job for a little 8-year-old who is the daughter of my dad’s BOSS. So, basically, if I do anything wrong or unpleasing/etc., I’m in big huge mondo trouble. This is why I don’t like babysitting.
And I literally have no idea what to do with her! I’m only watching her for two hours, true, but I have no idea what she wants to do. I’m bad at this kind of stuff.
Ugh. I’m really, really nervous. *shivers*
Yeah. I’m not good with little kids either. Except most of them seem to like me for some reason, which is unnerving, since I’m no where near that enthusiastic about them. But 8 year olds aren’t that bad. It’s the little ones that are the worst. *grimace*
I agree!
Well, it didn’t go so bad. For two hours, it was actually pretty good. We went to the park. The girl was quite nice, and very smart, so we had a lot to talk about. We also played board games, and I didn’t win ONE single round.
Does 2001: A Space Odyssey fall under Futures Past?
42- I would believe so.
I got a little wungling! His name is Nimly! He looks like *>+.+<* !
Oops! Forgot to type the whole thing in!
Mabye Nimly should change form. Now he’s (*.*)
Good. Finally Nimly didn’t get cut in half!
Sorry, but don’t blame me for posting five times! Adopting a wung is stressful!
Whoa! How do you get a wungling, and what are they? It’s so *cute*!
Wungs are inter-dimensional being, often used as servers in the H&H. Adopt it by makeing one up. I’ve met a few, and here are some you might want to try (You can name them!)
(Y.Y)
(UU)
>*8*<
(T*T)
(•|•) •=Alt+7
Ooh I’m going to make one!!!
Yayy!
I’m sewing a dress for my fifth grade graduation party. It’s pretty. It’s turquoise.
Cool! You’ll have to send the GAPAs a picture of the dress when it’s finished.
Fifth graders have grad parties? *ponders* Oh, is fifth grade the last year of elementary school in your district? I guess a graduation party would make perfect sense, in that case. Afterall, I had one when I graduated from preschool! (I can still fit into the shirt I got……It was huge on me when I got it in preschool, though.)
I have a *****burg youth soccer tee that’s still actually big on me, and I haven’t played soccer since around fourth grade.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
Yes, fifth grade is the end of elementary school in my town.
My fifth grade graduation pary was AWESOME!!! We had an airbrush tatto person, a caracature artist, music, food, it was AWESOME!!!!! Of course, it was about 2 years ago, so I’m probably glorifying it a little.
O.O You’re in FIFTH GRADE??
Woah, I thought you were, like, my age! Which is almost 14!!
Well, I’m almost twelve. I really should have been in sixth grade this year, but I was new to the town so my parents made me attend an extra year of preschool. (It’s very embarrasing…but not as embarrasing as explaining the scar on my forehead.)
Oh, cool! I’m twelve and a half (my b-day is in November) Huh? Scar on forehead? What…………..?
SFTDP.
I received the scar by cutting my head open on a trash can before I was even one year old.
Oh! I had a similar experience at that age, although the scar is hidden at by the roots of my hair. You know those christmas stocking holders that you put above your fireplace? Well, on my second christmas, my stocking was on a clay reindeer one, and it wasn’t on the fireplace securely, so I’m all excited and pulling on my stocking, and the entire thing falls down on me, with the antlers making a huge gash in my forehead. I probably still have the scar, but I haven’t checked recently…….I know I still had it last year, uh, about ten years after I got it, so it’s probably still there.
I have a scar on my forehead too! -virtual high five- Mine isn’t embarrassing to explain, just complicated. But it makes up for the complications by being lightning shaped.
Wait, seriously? It’s lightning shaped? Or is that just a joke…….Cuz if it really is that would be awesome.
How’d you get it?
I don’t have any scars on my forehead, but I have a very small (invisible unless you’re very close and personal–too personal) scar towards the left of my chin, straight down from the corner of my mouth, where I got bit by a bald eagle. I’d grabbed one in a blanket in its mew, and as I was getting ready to go out the door with it, it got its head out from under the blanket, swiveled its neck around, and bit me. At which point I proceeded to drop it, which my mom has continued to harass me about at various points since……So at that point, somebody else got to go and pick it back up for whatever procedure we were going to do, while I went and scrubbed the wound with dilute betadine…..I was very lucky, in that it wasn’t a very deep bite, or whatever. And that it was my chin, not another portion of my face……
It’s lightning shaped. Dead serious.
I got it when I was about five, and I was at the radio station and there were some other kids. And they’d just put in a wheelchair ramp, or something, and it had a handrail and stuff. Stairs have handrails too, but they’re steeper; this one was very gradual. So were playing around on it, and I was showing off and so I tried to stand on the concrete wall with the handrail between me and the ramp and jump over the handrail, landing safely on the ramp on the other side.
Well, it didn’t work. I couldn’t jump high enough so I tripped on the handrail and fell like three feet or so to land on my face on the very hard concrete ramp with my big plastic heart-shaped necklace in between my forehead and the cement… So it couldn’t take the impact and broke, spilling liquid and little glass hearts all over the place, to mingle with the blood. I seem to recall there being a great deal of blood, but I think my memory’s exaggerating.
I told you it was complicated.
Well, there could have been a lot of blood…..Head wounds do bleed a lot. Or so I’ve heard…..
That is complicated, and very painful sounding.
That they do. I remember playing soccer (the last year I did, if I recall correctly) at the summer academy… I went for a ball at the same time as someone else, to head it no less, and me wearing glasses… When we finally washed it off, the cut was no more than a couple millimeters wide and around four long, but my entire face was covered in blood.
I was laughing the entire time because it was so humorous… Come to think of it, that must have been a little weird. Riding down to the first aid tent in a golf cart, blood and tears streaming down my face, laughing my head off… Hey, maybe this is why I got shunned!
/gradster(1)/
Okay. Silver Lining. I definetly don’t know you. I’m in 7th grade. Gosh, I didn’t know you were in 5th.
Gosh, people, lay off her!!!!! *defends cousin*
I remember my fifth grade graduation party.
I can’t believe you’re in fifth grade either. That makes you about ten or eleven? You seem around fourteen. Of course, the high maturity level of most Musebloggers is remarked upon frequently.
*sighs* I regret having said that I was graduating from fifth grade. I’m eleven, but most people think I’m fourteen or fifteen because I am very tall for my age. *slinks off*
Man, I feel left out. I never went to fifth grade.
Did you skip a grade? Anyway, I doubt you were missing much…..(and no, I”m not up early–I’m up late).
Yeah. Some people have told me that I didn’t miss anything, and others have told me it was the best grade ever, but I’m glad I skipped it–I was bored to death in my old grade, and I would’ve continued to be so, which would’ve hurt my grades, I’m sure.
well, unless you count the awesome ness of being the oldest students in the school, you didn’t miss all that much. Of course, my fifth grade was itneresting due to our teacher, who was very very ……. shall we say….. interesting.
I’ve homeschooled since second grade, so the only graduation (of my own) that I have had was from kindergarten. I don’t know why they had a kindergarten graduation, we were all hyper and bored to death.
Yeah, I’ve been homeschooled since second grade, as well……I had a graduation party at my house when I graduated from high school, and invited my “friends”( aka, coworkers, as you all are, quite seriously, pretty much my only friends). Hardly anybody showed……
I can’t recall if I had a kindergarten graduation, or not. Probably, but I only remember my preschool one….
51- Second what RoseQuartz said.
Oh. Sorry, mixup there….
50- Second what RoseQuartz said.
It really is sort of crazy, I thought you were older than me by a few years!
Okay, so, I hope nobody gets mad at me for saying this, but I really think I should change my name. I just doesn’t seem like……me. If you know what I mean. What do you all think??
*shrug* I like your name how it is…..It’s a familiar, recognizable one….I have a hard time adjusting when people change their names–I don’t associate them with who they were before. It’s like a ‘phyte all over again, almost.
55- It’s your decision really, but… please don’t change your name. I hate name changes. I think of you as Syllabub now, and if you changed your name I would never be able to remember who you were. I had the name crisis a while ago too, and I realized after it–your name may not have started out as “you,” but it’s become you over time. Changing your blogname is like changing your real name–you should think about it for a while, not just do it because you don’t like your name at the moment. Armada is not the best name I could think of, but it’s my name, and I’m not going to change it even if I think that it’s not “me” and every neophyte who comes on thinks it means a fleet or warships. (Which it doesn’t, ‘phytes. It’s Portuguese.)
That’s all just me, though. Think about it.
I tried on Google translate, with Portugese -> English, but it didn’t work. What is it supposed to mean?
Armed, perhaps?
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP who would appreciate it if the GAPA would change their last signature to what it normally is, as they obviously made some sort of weird and very stupid mistake that was not meant to happen at all, bother the world
What signature do you mean?
55.1, 56-Thanks. I guess I won’t change it.
57- Yay! *hugs* Syllabub is still Syllabub!
The blog just refreshed itself….
Don’t you know the ‘Blog is an intelligent entity? It has a mind a brain, you know. I have some reasearch that it may be and advanced species of wung!
That wouldn’t surprise me in the least. In fact, it would explain a lot…
And when it got the virus, it got sick! (duh) I’m trying to find a way to contact it.
56.1- Wikipedia ‘capoeira’. Armada means, um….’armed,’ I think. But it’s a capoeira kick, not a fleet of warships. I shoulda been Queixada, but nobody would have known how to pronounce that… *sigh*
Another bad thing about nested comments–they force you to double/triple/ect. post. Sorry, ppls.
There is nothing wrong with meaningful double- or triple-posting. Multi-posting earnes its bad reputation only when it’s pointless or obviously lazy.
Quay-eek-zada or quay-ix-ada?
And that is Portuguese, no? Should be roughly the same pronunciation as Spanish. Quay… Ee.. kzada. Yeah, my best guess is the first.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
One of the best songs about retro-futurism ever, Donald Fagen’s “IGY”:
[Link snipped — I can’t check video on this connection. But I’m guessing this could be found through Google. ~Rebecca]
“On that train of graphite and glitter
Undersea by rail
Ninety minutes from New York to Paris
What a beautiful world this will be,
What a glorious time to be free…”
On a completely unrelated note, has anybody else here realized that the common anime trope of the fate of the world depending on something “as ordinary as” a game of cards, dice, playing tops, etc. can be seen as a metaphor for environmentalism and the impact on the world created by things “as ordinary as” spray cans and cars? I don’t know if I’m imagining things here, or overanalyizing or whatever.
Hmm that last bit wouldn’t surprise me, Japan is very conscious of their environmental impact (except for the whale hunting…how I loathe the whale hunting…) Though I think it must vary depending on the show/comic.
What are some titles that have such devices? A lot of the card/ game type stories are always around cause they are merchandise gold and cause everyone loves a competition (there is seriously a manga for any “theme” you want. Cooking! Tennis! Baking! Hair cutting! Outer space clean up! )
A deep respect for nature or an underlying theme of such is rooted in Japanese culture, since their indigenous religion deals mainly with nature.
I knew the part about the environment being very important in Japan. (Except the whales. Poor whales.
) I was thinking of Beyblade, Duel Masters and Yu-Gi-Oh.
Anyone mind if I ramble on a bit? Thanks.
I hate being short. I’m fifteen, but I’m only 5’3″-ish, and everyone thinks I’m a lot younger than I am. Until I talk–my voice is unfittingly deep, which shakes people up a bit. Well, it shakes males up; females are usually saying, “Oh, wow, your voice is amazing,” and I just nod and pity myself quietly. I walked into a Radio Shack a few weeks ago, and an employee saw me and said, “Can I help you, little guy?” ARRRRRGH. I mumbled, “Uh, no,” and quickly walked to the back of the store, grabbed the 1/8″ to 1/4″ audio adapter I needed, bought it, and walked out, glaring the whole time.
On an entirely different note, I saw two stormtroopers today. Just driving along when I looked out the window and there they were, full armor, no guns, just standing around outside a store and chatting. They were still there a few hours later when I went by again. Still unarmed–what a disgrace, in my opinion.
I graduated from the senior [piano] virtuoso level at my music conservatory today, first person to do so. Unfortunately, I was having an “off” day, so the Prokofiev I played didn’t go so great, but it wasn’t like they could take it away from me. Has anyone ever had that punch in which you mix lemon-lime pop and lime sherbet? Delicious, in my personal opinion.
I’m still sick, unfortunately. Sore throat, stuffed-up nose, coughing, etc. Still pretty sure it’s not the
swine fluH1N1 influenza-A virus, though, so you all need not be afraid.Well, I think I’ve rambled enough for now.
That would be the 2009 H1N1 flu virus.
Wait. Stormtroopers as in STARWARS?!?!?!?!
Yeah. Just standing outside a store talking as if nothing was out of the ordinary. At least, I assume they were talking–I was in the car and couldn’t hear what was going on outside. Actually, I was in an… interesting part of town, and the sight didn’t surprise me all that much. Not interesting as in bad, per se, but not suburbia or downtown. But yeah, Star Wars stormtroopers. Not clonetroopers, stormtroopers, low ranking and mysteriously unarmed.
Even though you’re sure it’s not the flu (and are probably correct), I would suggest going to the doctor just to be sure. Of course, doctor’s don’t know anything (sorry, anybody who is relate to a doctor, but it’s true), and so it would probably be a pointless trip where they attempt to prescribe antibiotics for your cold (which obviously is pointless, as colds are viruses,a nd will not respond to antibiotics, which are for bacteria…..)
gah. I really should be studying for my bioethics final which is next week, or else working on my extra credit history paper, but..;….Like always, I’m procrastinating. Admittedly, my procrastination technique in this case is something I need to do anyway, but still…..Oh, yeah the technique in question: Sorting through my stuff and packing up stuff that’s staying here, and making piles of stuff that’s coming home, so it can all get packed….I’ve taken down some of my decorations (Harry Potter randomness, like Nearly Headless Nick’s song…I think the wordles will be next to go, then my posters, eventually) and the room is starting to look very unhomey. Not that it ever got too homey looking, but….It’s even less so, now. I mean, like I said, this is all stuff I have to get done in the next two weeks, but….So’s studying, and my test comes before the time I leave, or even the time my stuff needs to be packed by (so it can be picked up by the person storing it for me).
I”m rambling, aren’t I?
Oh, hey, Robert. I’ve been meaning to tell you: Y’know how back in December you said you thought I’d like my bioethics class, when I was rambling on about all my apprehensiveness about it, and not being very keen on taking it? Well, I am very happy to say: You were right. I have actually enjoyed it, the teacher is very fun/entertaining, and for a class that’s at 8 AM? It’s incredibly lively and entertaining, and he actually manages to keep us all interested and awake. Which, again, at 8AM is something hard to do…..
*laughs* “Can I help you, little guy?”
Bleh. That was supposed to reply to 62 (Piggy).
59.1, 59.1.1-
60.1- I guess, yeah. I just don’t want to upset Piggy.
Sorry, gotta go…
Ah, piggy’s only one person……And as much as we like him, well, he’s outnumbered. I agree with Rebecca–double/triple/etc are only annoying when the posts are pointless (or obviously lazy)
Why can’t Piggy be many people? I can!
I don’t mind it if one’s on one level of nesting and one’s on a different level, or if it’s been a while between the posts. But I’m glad you’re thinking of me.
Doncha know, Piggy, we always think of you!!!!!
PIggy is always occupieng my mind. He is taking over me… *become’s Piggy’s servant* duhh
Sorry, I feel sorta whacked out. Meow. OBEY OBEY OBEY THE BUNNIES OBEY OBEY OBOE OBEY THE BUNNIES
Must OBOE the bunnies?
oboe? Are you, perchance, an instrument player? I play piano and clarinet!
No, I was correcting Enceladus because he said ” OBEY OBEY OBEY THE BUNNIES OBEY OBEY OBOE OBEY THE BUNNIES.”
And I don’t play an instrument. I sing. But my friend plays the oboe! She’s very good at it, too. And my other friend can play the piano and the trumpet at the same time.
at the same time?! I wasn’t talking to you I was talking to Enceladus sorry.
oh, and I like your gravatar! It’s purdy! (my friend Megatha’s way of saying pretty)
Hey! I recognize that HPB! *grin*
There’s a confirmed case of N1H1 (aka swine flu) in my county. It hasn’t affected the schools, however, so there’s still school on Monday.
Does anybody here think it truly can achieve pandemic status? If so, I’m scared.
(64) Kokonilly: A friend of mine at the Centers for Disease Control tells me she isn’t worried. This strain of flu spreads quickly, but most people recover from it fairly quickly, too. As long as it doesn’t mutate into something more dangerous, we’ll be okay.
(Things might be different in Southern Hemisphere countries that are already in the middle of their flu seasons. If you’re already sick with a different kind of flu and then catch this one on top of it, you’re in real trouble.)
Oh, good. *phew*
Just testing to see if my name is too long now.
Armada, I don’t think you’re on right now, but….Since I just remember the pic I sent the GAPAs of the avatar you wanted never got uploaded, I’m trying something, here. I’ve set it as my gravatar image, so you can get the image that way. It should work fine for your gravatar this way, but wouldn’t work if you wanted to enlarge it (it would be too grainy). Anyway, I shall leave it as my image until you come along……
Actually, let’s see. Here’s a direct (unlinkified) link to the pic, when I open it in its own webpage…..Let’s see if this will work.
www . gravatar . com/ avatar/ cb912e68198b2f16b860292bc1a4d1a6?s= 48&d=wavatar&r=G
Yes, that does seem to work.
GAPAs, I can’t post a comment to the May Birthday thread for some reason. The comment box doesn’t appear on my computer…
Axa, try the other May birthday thread. We inadvertently made two.
I don’t quite get the picture, but I love it.
Last show today! Strike tomarrow. It was amazing, and we went IHOP and EVERYONE was there and we had to have like, five waitresses.
I found an absolutely lovely pair of Campers today, for $40, which seemed like a lot until Mother mentioned that hers cost $200. I’m going to buy these on Monday, or tomorrow if the store is open. I’m super excited.
And I just babysat (so now I can afford the Campers and my haircut…) and I held the guinea pig all through Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and now I miss my small furry mammals. -sniff- Noodle never wants to sleep with me anymore either…
59.1 (Enceladus) Don’t…trust…anything…that…can…think…for…itself…unles…you…know…where…it..keeps…its…brains *worries* But does this mean that if you pie it it wil virtually lick it off? *tries*
*heads off to see if the *recoils in horror* thread is still around*
Oops, that was meant to be 59.1(Enceladus) – Don’t…trust…anything…that…can…think…for…itself…unless…you…know…where…it…keeps…its…brain
ATTENTION ATTENTION ATTENTION
We need you on the Quick Reads and Stupid Senseless Smiley Story threads NOW. Please. They are absolutely dead. Bring them back. And the Just Friends thread is mortally wounded.
D’you know, I am surprisingly NOT tired. I’ve been up since noon, and I don’t feel at all ready to go to bed. Of course, I need to. And I owuld’ve gone a long time ago, except I had to meet my chem lab partner and work on our special project poster that’s due Tuesday. And he works. Didn’t get off until 11 pm, so since I didn’t wnat to leave it until Monday, we met then. Well, actually we met more like 11:30, and stayed until around 4:30. Five whole hours. five! I have decided against my better judgement not to set my alarm, and sleep until I wake up. Which will probably be at least 3….I hope not, but I wouldn’t be surprised at all.
Graduations)
In Austria, you start middle school after 4th grade, so I had a graduation there. It was sort of… scary for me, since I was going to go to a big confusing school and I would be
a) the first “semi-home-schooled” kid there (I dunno the english term)
b) Not come to the school till january, so everyone else would already be settled in.
The graduation was boring though. I got paperweights and boring, useless stuff. And I was freaking because I realized that I’d have to leave the only school I’d every known and the one I go to now which is very, very intimidating. The school is infamous for taking on classes of 33 students, and whittling the number down over the years until graduating classes have as few as 11 students. Needless to say, no child left behind doesn’t exist here. It’s easy to get into the top schools-staying there is the problem. Which is why skipping a grade is a big deal here.
Hedge)
The dance studio where I take classes always puts on a yearly performance. This one is based on sleeping beauty. But being a hedge isn’t that bad, considering that there is also (dancing) gingerbread and various TV commercials. It’ll probably be on YouTube soon anyway.
I’m getting confirmed today, and when our class goes up to the altar, I’m going to be leading everybody. I just know I’m going to be spacing out during the church service, because I’ll be wishing that my grandma could’ve seen me do this (She died. A month ago.) and also the time that we walk up is in the middle of a song, so I’m probably going to ask my friend to pinch me when we need to ehad up.
My mom’s yelling at me to get something to wear, so I have to go. Needless to say, she is a bit stressed out about having people over to our house after the church service.
Hi Goldendoodle! Good luck today. I was confirmed on April 20th!! You’re lucky you got a Sunday. (we got a Monday and it was all rainy and we had to go to school until noon.
it was still fun. ) My mom was on a house-cleaning craze the entire WEEK before (not fun.). the name I chose is Brigid. (It’s kinda weird, it’s always interesting to see what names other people picked. *shrug*) I’m so sorry about your grandma. :’-( I’m sure she’s really proud of you and watching from heaven. 
anyways… have fun!!
Well, that went better than expected, I only tripped after all of the parents had left and we were taking a picture. Thanks for the support, kokopie96!
I just got back from giving out medals at Special Olympics and it was very cold and rainy. Now it is still cold and rainy, but at least I’m inside.
Hello. I do believe I shall bore you all with what I did yesterday, because parts of it were terribly exciting. For me at least.
Well, first of all, my panic was unfounded. We got there before the parade, walked along with some other 18th century folks, and then dispersed to our various stations and demonstrations/performances. Because there were some people I knew (and knew wouldn’t mind my playing) in the F&I camp, I stayed there and played several tunes, then wandered down the street. I went to the children’s games and played some tunes for the people there, wandered to the Civil War camp to “tourist” and played a few tunes for them as well. On my way back I ran across a bluegrass/old-time band and joined them for a rip-stomping rendition of Soldier’s Joy. That was…..fun.
Then I meandered around more, playing music, talking and visiting. Good stuff.
Well, I had been asked to play music for the dinner hour at the banquet, before the main band (a group of shanty singers) came up. Then they said no, not to worry about it….then Mia said she had to do a 20 minute filler between their sets and didn’t know whether she could do that much of singing solo. The town people said they’d let me in free for dinner (and I wanted to go to hear Ship’s Company anyway) if I played a few tunes, so Mia and I ended up doing 6 songs.* I had mic issues, but it went alright. For having stage fright like I do, it’s ridiculous how much fun I had.
When Ship’s Co. came back on they had me join in on the first of their second set…. *excited and slightly terrified squeak* That was grand. I’m so incredibly lucky to be able to play (or sing) along with some really good groups. I practically worship their CD, it’s one of my favorites. You can see why I’d say this was exciting for me? Quite so, in fact.
Anyway, I also saw several friends again, that was nice. I saw Jake and barely recognized him, but it was nice to visit a bit.
Fear the Muffins was going to come, but they ended up getting quite lost (don’t ask me how) and didn’t make it.
But Gareth came! I’d said I’d be there all day, but he replied he was busy with an Eagle Scouts project, so couldn’t come. Thus, when i got a text that he was going to “some song thing tonight” I didn’t even blink when I fired back, “Ok, well have fun I need to go get ready now since I’m playing for a dinner.” 20 minutes later we ran into each other. That was hilarious.
We got back late and I was (am) still singing and dancing (within reason), despite being excruciatingly tired. And I do believe the roaring headache of last night may be returning, but I hope not.
*For those so inclined, we started off with Spanish Ladies, I went into College [Sailor’s] Hornpipe, we did Twiddles (I supplied the knock on the door and gasp during Lucy Jeffer’s verse….in case anyone knows the song), I played the Mason’s Apron, we sang Mingulay and I finished up with Smash the Windows. I couldn’t list all the songs Ship’s Co. did, though. Just some.
*is now listening to Spanish Ladies*
That sounds like fun!
*sings*
Farewell and adieu, you gay Spanish ladies!
Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain,
For we’ve received orders to sail for old England…
((Join in if you like.))
We hope in a short time to see you again! *singing*
Oh don’t get me started….I’ve been doing that all day. Perhaps I’ll go let off some steam on the song lyrics thread……
78- That sounds like so much fun. I’m so envious. -cry-
Yesterday was pretty sleepy for me, but the weather was amazing and beautiful. It was raining very lightly, but the air was so warm I could walk about in only a sweater. And everything was green and the trees were blooming and I picked a blossom and put it in my hat. I think I like that kind of weather better than sunny and warm…I don’t know why.
In contrast, today looks like it should be absolutely baking, but it’s really cold out. I’m wearing a sweater and long socks, because I pretty much froze when I went out in sandals and short sleeves.
OK, I take that back. It’s hot now. ARGH. Make up your mind!
Someone at my brother’s school has the swine flu. And I was there on Thursday and my dad was there yesterday, so 8 O .
60.2- Kay-sha-da. Eckses in Portuguese tend to become shas. For example, caxixi is pronounced cashishi. Confusing, isn’t it?
63.3-Yup! *grins*
67.1- Thanks. I’m trying it now…. *tries* Um, that’s your picture, isn’t it? The bald eagle one? Does the page lead to your avatar, and you momentarily changed yours to Armada and then changed it back again? I appreciate it, anyway. (Could you possibly do it again for a minute if you’re on right now?)
81-
You are not allowed to get swine flu, Jakob!
One of the people in capoeira (M) came back from Mexico a couple weeks ago. I was really freaked about that for a while, but luckily, no symptoms…
Of course I”m on!
*hopes you’re still on.
Sorry, I didn’t realize that once I changed it back, the link would switch to what I changed it to…….Poor planning on my part, I suppose. I’ve switched back over to the Armada gravatar now!
81 – That’s frightening. You must be thoroughly freaked out right now. I hope you and your family all stay healthy! I’ve heard that as long as you don’t have a flu already when you get the swine flu, you’re extremely likely to recover. Back up in post 65, Robert said something similar.
My boyfriend’s cousin had the swine flu, and I think he’s better or recovering right now.
82.1-I’m still on! *refreshes page, with much nail-biting (blog has been slow to load for last five minutes, is afraid there’s going to be yet another server problem*
Yay! It’s me! Thanks, Luna!
You are most welcome!!!!!!!
Yeah, the ‘blog was a bit sluggish for me five or ten minutes ago for a span of several minutes. ’twas a terrifying bit of deja vu from the hack attack (that’s fun to say…)
Oh, yeah……I assume that you’ve uploaded it to gravatar now, so I can switch back to eagle?
I’ll wait a little while, just in case…..
Well, I didn’t touch anything when I was there, plus I wasn’t near anyone except my brother. Also, I haven’t studied at all about the swine flu, except by watching the news, so I’m be kind of ignorant about the details. It’s if we start developing the symptoms that I’ll start freaking out.
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84.2- Yes, I’ve uploaded it. I thought I made it my gravatar, but I’m not seeing it yet…
85-Phew.
I’m seeing it now….Wasn’t before, but I do now.
(SFT(possible)DP)
Re:Scars–I have an interesting scar on my cheek, below and slightly to one side of my left eye. It’s checkmark-shaped, and self-inflicted–when we were playing some demented version of volleyball (using a ping-pong ball) in capoeira, I threw the ball past my face, and my thumbnail, which was really long at the time, took a small chunk out of my cheek. The scar’s faded over time (I got it about six months ago), and now you can only see it if you know it’s there and are looking for it. I think it’s cool, nevertheless. My BA:TNG character has the same scar, though she got it somewhat differently and it’s easier to see.
My sister has a big scar right on her hairline, which she got when she was…I forget, four? (She’s eight now.) She was hyperactive and bouncing on our couch, and she jumped off it, miscalculated the distance between the floor and the wall, and hit her head on the molding. The cut went to her skull, and she had to have thirteen stitches in the ER.
I have a scar on my right knee from when I was 3 ? 4 ? I was balancing along a wall and I fell down onto some glass. I hated my scar until I read the first Harry Potter, where Dumbledor tells Harry that he has a scar to. After that, I didn’t mind mine and Dumbledor became my favorite character, beating Hermione.
Ack. I’ve been getting gradually more and more depressed the past couple of days. I think it’s because it’s been over a year now since I last saw my bff/brother that never had, as well as: my bffs younger brother, my second best friend and her two little sisters, my other bf whom I actually don’t even know if she remembers me, as I haven’t seen her for TWO years, as well as about 20 other friends that I also haven’t seen for two years. And here where I live now, I only have about 10-12 friends, whom I usually see about twice-three times a week, but now that my ballet classes are over, I’m having to resort to only virtual friendships with my bff, his brother, my onetime bff and my few friends here that I actually know well enough to exchange emails with. As well as being pen-pals with my second best friend, whom I will call AS, who hasn’t replied to either of my last two letters for over two months. And then, my onetime bff who is growing away from me at an alarming rate, such as while I am growing obsessed with Robert Jordan, Brian Jaques, DWJ, Kathryn Lasky, Sharon Creech, and Tad Williams, she is mega-obsessed with Stephanie Myers and manga books, as compared to a few years ago when we shared the exact same interests, and it’s making me nostalgic that I can lose this friend with whom I have been friends since kindergarten.
I apologise for the rant, guys, and if you even read this, thanks.
Opal was throwing a temper tantrum, so my mom sent her to bed, and then we watched Dr. Who in the basement. It was worth it, but it definitely wasn’t the greatest episode. That’s all right, though. It was still fun.
I DON’T WANT TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW. Agggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
You’re right. I don’t watn to be at school either. Yet, here I am. Alas.
My chorus concert didn’t go too bad yesterday. I accompanied the mixed chorus on the piano and that went well. Or course, I wasn’t really listening to the chorus, so, knowing them, they ruined the song anyway. They’re pretty bad. We weren’t all that hot either, but better then them. The guys didn’t know their part and I do believe that I was one of the only ones singing at one point. But that’s pretty good for learning all those songs in like 3 days. Right? *tries to be optimistic* *fails*
I don’t have school tomorrow! Woo!
It’s a teacher meeting day or something.
I have no idea why it’s on a Tuesday when there are no other days off this week. I like it though. It makes the week a lot shorter.
88- Aww. I’m sorry, fireandhemlock. *cheering-up pies* I feel like that once in a while too. Twilight is responsible for the gaps in many friendships… Hey, I have an idea! Let’s go non-friendly pie Stephanie Meyer!
89- What’s Dr. Who?
Okay, okay. I know this one. TV show, ect. And I know nothing other than that, and since I’ve been finding myself dreaming about the caking thing, I decided I’d better find out before I drive myself crazy. *is completely clueless when it comes to TV, movies, ect.* *and has weird dreams too, come to think of it*
(\__/)
(=’.’=)
(“)_(“)
Does this resemble a bunny, or a wung???
Jus’ wonderin’?
Bunny.
Well, I got a tattoo today. Before you start freaking out let me explain. It was accidental, and it’s not very pretty. This morning I woke up relatively early (for me) and, since mom was still sleeping, I went back to my room and painted my fingernails, then figured I’d read a bit. Gathered up the book and threw myself into what was going to be a sitting position and was stabbed in the back by a pencil. How it got to be in that position I’ll never know, but it pierced through 3 layers of sweatshirt and found lodging near my shoulder blade. Ouch. Needless to say I jumped forward and shrieked rather loudly.
I now have a little black dot where it went it. It didn’t get stuck, but some of the graphite is still there.
La de da, my new tattoo. Too bad all the pencils didn’t arrange themselves into a pretty pattern or something. If I’m gonna go through that it might as well look good, y’know?! *heavy sigh* Alas.
Ouch. On a semi-related note, when my sister was much younger, she stabbed herself in the foot with a toothpick. It was one of those really sharp craft type toothpicks, and I guess it had lodged itself n her carpet point up, and she stepped on it……She got to go to the ER for that, I think, as she was yelling and screaming and crying too much for mom/dad to do anything…… (She was fairly young, I dunno, probably 9 max)
Hm. Maybe that could be the new fad in tattooing. Just arrange all the pencils/needles into a pattern, then throw yourself at them. More pain at once, but it’s over quickly.
That’s true. By the time I’d finished swearing at the pencil and examined the hole made in my favorite sweatshirt I didn’t feel any more pain.
However, I only got one, so it just looks like an extra dark freckle. *sigh*
Something like that happened to me once, when I was maybe five or six. The pencil was on the carpet, and I stepped on it. You can still faintly see a grey dot on my foot.
92-Ow. That happened to my mom too, in her palm. *winces*
88 – *hugs* I’m sorry. It’s hard growing apart from people. I’ll come pie Stephenie Meyer along with you and Armada! (Although I actually rather like The Host. No Bella, no Edward, and the characters have personalities.)
91 – Judging by its deceptive adorableness, I’d say bunny.
92 – Ouchhh.
Do other people’s schools have a dress code? Ours is the standard shorts-the-length-of-your-middle finger rule, along with typical no profanity on shirts, no excessive skin showing, etc. Recently, though, our crazed vice principal, who people refer to as The Predator, has begun patrolling the school during all her free time (read: every second of the day when students are not in class) and checking the shorts of every girl whose shorts are of even a remotely questionable length. If it turns out that they’re too short, you get written up. (No one really seems to know what this is, besides that it has something to do with a form and your permanent record. No one seems to know what a permanent record does either.)
This is frustrating, but within the bounds of reasonableness. Then a couple days ago, The Predator started checking the tightness of girls’ jeans. She pinches them and there has to be a certain amount of loose fabric for them to be dress code. If they aren’t dress code, you get written up.
I have a couple of problems with all of this. First of all, neither of these rules are in the handbook’s statement of the dress code. The code states that “clothing revealing […] the bare body” is not allowed, but it nowhere states that middle fingers have anything to do with determining appropriate length. Neither does it state anywhere in the dress code a rule related to the tightness of jeans, nor stretching them to determine said tightness. Shouldn’t the dress code be something that is approved by the school board, and not something that’s come up with on the whims of a vice principal?
Second of all, why is this how our vice principal is spending her time? There are major budget cuts and the principal has recently left the school. Patrolling the halls looking for girls with shorts that only come down, god forbid, to their ring finger, doesn’t seem productive to me. Does anyone else agree?
My pet theory for why she’s recently become more obsessed with rigorously maintaining the dress code is that since the principal was formerly the one to deal with dress code and the principal has recently left, she is taking it upon herself to reform the dress code. “Reform” being used subjectively, of course: the principal already had a 5 B’s rule (no bra, back, belly, butt, or boxers may be visible).
Oh, we just got a new addition to the dress code. Shorts cannot be higher than your fingertips hanging at your side. Believe it or not, a boy broke that rule. We get sporadically checked in class (whenever a teacher happens to remember and actually cares). If you violate it, you’re off to the principal’s office with a detention. Now the tightness of jeans seems pretty outrageous.
Speaking of the new dress code, someone compared it in our SS class to Saudi Arabia.
Our dresscode:
No undergarments showing.
Shirts must cover the collar bone (no one follows this strictly, but they do have to be really modest)
Shorts and skirts must cover the knee.
Shoulders must be covered.
No profanity, etc.
The collar bone??????? The t-shirt I’m wearing doesn’t even cover my entire collar bone. Not the part where they extend together toward the middle and protrude slightly….
thanks, guys! We’re still friends, and sometimes we manage to bump into each others online times and do some google chat, but the conversation gets ugly if we go towards music and twilight. We email each other occaisonally as well. We’ll probably stay friends, but I still sorrow over the way her tastes are going. Honestly. Heavy metal and S Meyers?! *pies smeyers extra hard for creating a gap between self and megatha (as she is called now by her other friends, so I kinda picked it up as well)*
94- I would say that pinching people’s jeans to see how stretchy they are has to be against some kind of rule, if not law. Your vice principal sounds like she has some problems… I don’t know, maybe you should talk to your parents or something. I mean, really, there are limits. I wouldn’t want my vice principal in my personal space like that…. (That is, if I had a vice principal. Which I don’t. Since I don’t go to school.)
I agree…..It seems to be bordering very close to molestation. The snug part of my jeans are on a part of my body (thighs/butt) that I do not want anybody touching and pinching at, except myself……
But, yes, I definitely agree with Tesseract’s original post: The vice principal has a lot more important of thigns to be worry about than feeling up students in the name of the dress code.
I lost the Student Council race. Ah, well…
My science teachers rat got cancer and died. I’ve never heard of rat cancer. Has anyone else head of it? Better still, does anyone own a rat here?
96-Umm….. are you new? If so,
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No…I’m Cromwell.
I love your icon’s monocle.
Argh! The stupid Photoshop trial on my stupid computer isn’t giving me any more testing time even though it’s supposed to be a 30 stupid day stupid thing and I’ve only used it for one stupid day! Luna, how does that webcam of yours work?
Have you tried GIMP? It’s not Photoshop, but it should do the job.
Has it been on your computer for 30 days? The count begins the day you first opened it, regardless of how much you use it. If you only opened it today, try sending an email to the company.
Webcam? You mean the program I used to take screenshots, I presume? Not webcam?
Anyway, the program I used came with my computer ( a Mac–you have a PC, probably?). It’s called “Grab”, its under applications in the Finder window, somewhere. But if you have a PC, I ahve no idea where you would find the equivalent, if it even comes with it and you don’t have to download something….
Irfanview is a good free program for PC. It can’t do everything, but it’s good for touching up and altering photos.
98.1- Yeah. I guess so. All of the other trial programs I’ve tried have just given me thirty days of usage, not necessarily all in a row. I can’t email the company because I haven’t registered the trial. I didn’t open it today, no.
(SFTDP) 98.1- GIMP, GIMP…. remind me again what GIMP is? Is it one of those free programs?
Its Star Wars day!!!
May the 4th be with you!!!
hahahaha!!!
Its also teacher appriciation week…
I know there is an anti homework day, but I’m pretty sure its in April and I missed it.
Gaaahhh, there was something I wanted to say on here but I’ve forgotten what it was. ah well.
What an incredibly awful pun, MARFwarrior! (that means it’s good, BTW.)
Ok, back in post #10, I had mentioned my bioethics teacher wanted to know why they had a false fact amongst the real facts in the excerpt I showed him from Muse. You can read my response to him in post #10, as well.
He wrote me back again today:
That’s a great idea! It’s a way to make people do some digging on their own and it keeps them healthily skeptical about what they read. Maybe I should try that somehow…
Whoops. The bold was supposed to end after the “somehow…”
The words betwen smileys were not supposed to be bold. HTML gnome, please? Thanks!
63.2.1.1.1 (Silver Lining)- Yes, oboe. To oboe is a verb meaning “to beat into submission with a reed instrument, esp. an oboe”.
103- “I oboed Piggy with a clarinet.” Riiight. This goese right up into the Muse glossary along with Speen.
I think I shall add it, along with the true definition of kitty.
can’t you use a flute instead of a clarinet? Using a clarinet, to me, would seem a personal insult, as I play the clarinet. And, one of my friends plays the oboe, so suck it.
Ahem. The definition explicitly states you have to use a reed instrument, which the flute is most certainly not. But I forgive you.
ok, a basson, then?
A bassoon, yes, but be careful. It’s very big and could seriously hurt someone.
Not to mention how expensive they are, of course.
92.2- *winces* See, this is the reason why I never want to get a tattooed/pierced anything…
104.1- And Speen. Don’t forget Speen. I would do Speen’s definition, but I Shalt Obey My Parents, and my Parents are currently saying Get Thyself To Bed, Armada.
(Writing commandments wears off on you.)
I already mentioned Speen under the definition of wung. Or did you mean the other Speen? This gets confusing sometimes.
Bed?!?!?! What time is it where you are? It can’t be any later than 8:45, latest! That seems rather early…..I think by the time I was your age (assuming I even ahve a clue what your age is), but bedtime was 10ish.
I’m 12 and my parents make me go to bed at 9:00 precisely, but I pretend to be obedient and go to bed, then I turn on my flashlight and read under the covers untill 10:30 usually. Mwahahaha! But if they figured that out, then, *gasps*, I would be grounded from reading in all probability! So, that’s why I use my smallest, dimmest flashlight, and under the covers. Don’t tell on me, please!
Why (and how) would I tell? I used to do that all the time when I was younger……I would still do it now, except I haven’t had a particularly strict bedtime since I was midteens. I just go to bed whenever I feel like it (usually 11 or later, unless I”‘m unusually tired). Although, even though I didn’t have a “real” bedtime in highschool, since I was so far behind on my school (homeschooled, expert procrastinator), I wasn’t supposed tos tay up past ten unless doing school, so I either read by flashlight, or pretended to be doing school….During the summer (except of my junior year, when I procrastinated so long I did school all summer), I just stayed up and read w/o needing to pretend to sleep. That is, in highschoolish age.
I just said that to be funny. I know you wouldn’t be able to tell, of course!
Oh no! Aaah! I don’t want to be grounded from reading! *runs away*
hehehe
Grounded from reading? Now THAT would be tragic. *shuddershudder*
100- Free, yes, but more importantly open source.
102- Good Job!
Goodnight everyone, I’m headed off.
Re: dress code: I have no idea what ours is, but it can’t be terribly strict. You see girls in short shorts with half their chest showing all the time, and guys with their pants down to their knees and miles of underwear showing. I kind of just ignore it. Some classrooms have dress codes, but I think our school’s dress code is something like “Nothing too distracting.”
Goodness- we have uniforms, but we’re not a private or charter school.
And because I’m leaving the school next year and it’s nearly summer my parents refuse to buy me new skirts or shorts so I ended up cutting up one of my 3 skirts (one that got over-bleached in the wash) and sewing bits of it onto my others to make them longer. Now my skirts are long enough for me to feel comfortable, but today I was called to the Headmistress’s office to explain why the bottom of my skirt is lighter colored that the top…
Anyway, she called my parents and after a brief discussion accepted their argument and told my to go back to class. Our school is really strict. But I got to miss part of Drama. w00t!
From your previous posts, I’m guessing you’re somewhere in Europe. Where?
I saw somewhere where Kokopelli52 said en was from Singapore.
“somewhere where”?! lol! haha that sounds funny dosnt it?
Yes, I often make silly mistakes like that. *headdesk*
and I use bad grammar a lot to. Like that!
106.1- Yes, I know. I… don’t know. Which Speen were we talking about the first time?
106.2- It used to be 11:30, but then I got sick of waking up at noon all the time and decided I was going to bed at nine every night. So it’s self-imposed, but my parents remind me occasionally. Yes, it was 8:45 when I wrote that.
108- Oh yeah, I think you mentioned this previously… open source as in downloadable from the internet?
Open source = code can be seen (and changed) by anyone.
Open source as in non-company members can make add-ons or modifications for it.
Open source as in the code can be seen, copied, and changed by anyone. But yes, for your purposes, it’s free to use and download.
Dress Codes: We have disgusting uniforms, but on dress down, we can wear ‘modest’ T-shirts with shorts or skirts no more than 2 inches above the knee. The shirts can’t be see through and they can’t have any ‘heathen’ phrases or band names on them. They spazzed when I wore my MCR hoodie.
At my junior high in California, the home ec teacher was notorious for making girls in miniskirts bend forward at the waist; then she’d use her tape measure to determine whether there was sufficient backside coverage. If not, the girl was sent home.
We also had “casual days” when girls were allowed to wear slacks (probably not jeans, though my mother wouldn’t even buy them for me), except I was always afraid I had the date wrong, so I never participated.
I was really busy last night so I couldn’t come on.
Today is the 48th anniversary of Alan Shepard’s flight on Freedom 7 and I’m watching a video of it right now!
Robert, you’ll be pleased to know that we were talking about the difference between ‘envy’ and ‘jealousy’ in French class yesterday.
Bon travail!
See? I wasn’t making it up.
Studying another language is one of the best ways I know to make you think more precisely. By forcing you to make distinctions that you breeze over in your own language, it gives your thoughts higher resolution — more pixels to work with, figuratively speaking.
In addition to which, all the English grammar that I know–that is to say, the grammar that isn’t instinctive–comes from French.
Although I had a good background in English grammar, it all became much more meaningful when I studied foreign languages.
50.2.1.3.1.1.1(Luna the Lovely)- Well, I managed to fall (I was running and I tripped on the hose) on our concretedrive two years ago, right on my nose, and that was a mess. My glasses were scratched beyond belief, but they didn’t break, and there wasn’t a HUGE amount of blood. (Maybe isn’t different when it’s your nose?) The front of my face looked awful, but I didn’t get scars or anything. It actually looked worse than it felt, but ouch.
89(Armarda)-You’ve never heard of Doctor Who? Wow, I spent Monday drawing Cybermen(or at least, it was MEANT to be a cyberman) and Daleks all over my school organizer.
DOES THE WHOLE OF MUSEBLOG LEARN FRENCH? Like me, who should actually be studying said French but is wasting time capitalizing?
Re: dress codes. (omg i wanna be an american right now) My school’s winter uniform is: Tartan skirt
blue long-sleeved blouse (believe me it is awful)
Maroon jumper with school logo (which actually looks okay, so everyone keeps it on, although it’s freezing anyway)
meh. I can’t wait for Year Eleven (we can then wear a white blouse)
I speak French, though I’m pretty rusty due to not studying for a year.
Our dress code is baisically no small tank tops, no ripped shirts, no innapropriate shirts (IE Beer, marijuana ect.) and pants at an appropriate height.
Je parle Français. Je parle Espagnol aussi.
Whee Daleks.
Exterminez-vous! Exterminez-vous!
Hey, cool! I understood what you said and I don’t even know French…..Although I did “translate” the French on the backs of my Harry Potter stamps (I got those for my 16th or 17th birthday–pretty sweet)……Gotta love the French for those.
And of course, France itself is very nice, even if the one time I tried to speak a bit of French there I horribly butchered it, and I never got a chance to try escargot…..
I take Chinese (Mandarin).
So do I. We’ve got a Mandarin exam coming up and I still haven’t memorized my speech. (we have to give a 2-minute speech on our hobbies and interests)
115-I don’t speak French, although I am taking Spanish and Latin.
My SS teacher was getting all worked up about China’s ‘Great Firewall’ until I told her that even I could break it, thanks to TOR. She didn’t believe me. Oh well.
What’s TOR.
The Onion Router.
Onions on the computer? Did you stir-fry them? Yumm……. Stir-fried computer…….
>Ok. This is how it works. You have a website that takes your command for the website you want to go to. It refers that command to another website and so on through the layers of the ‘Onion’. Eventually, a website retrieves it for you, and it comes back. Viola! Untraceable–and unblockable–World Wide Web access.
1. Did you tell her about greatfirewallofchina.org ? It’s a good way to investigate the issue interactively.
*Aww, that site’s down. Too bad.
2. While TOR is a great tool for anonymity, China uses a complex router system (built by Cisco) to funnel all data traffic through filters, which allow for both the blocking and tracing of all requests sent. So while one could remain anonymous, outside information would not be reached.
Umm yeah- It might be easier just to use a proxy server. I think that would work.
People actually use TOR in China and Syria to get around the government. It works.
111.everything- Okay, thanks. I don’t know how to do computer code stuff, so that doesn’t really matter to me, but I can see how that would be nice for people who do know how to do that kind of stuff.
115- I’ve heard of it, yeah. But I have no idea what it is. And I don’t know French.
You’re not American? I didn’t know that…
117.1.1.1-
I believe she’s Australian, if I remember correctly. (If I don’t, sorry, MLDM!)
118.1- Oh. Wow. Cool.
In the spirit of this month, is anyone familiar with the great website Tales of Future Past?
Kokopelli52 (Because my last post is buried)- I’m guessing you’re somewhere in Europe/Australia from your previous posts. Where?
‘Tis raining again. Today was lovely and then it clouded over and it’s not very wet again. My poor cat, the little boy is on my porch looking wet and miserable with his fur sticking up in odd patches.
I hope it doesn’t rain on the 17th.
I don’t want my teeth pulled three days before my birthday, but alas. Ow. *cowers*
Sorry about your teeth.
122- Aw. Poor MF. You’re getting teeth pullled? Poor you. *winces in sympathy*
Hm. Sorry about your teeth, Fiddler.
I have a minor teeth-related story as well. I finally got my braces off after two and a half popcorn-, carmel-, corn-on-the-cob-, and apple-less years. Now to celebrate!
I can offer you some popcorn, caramel corn, and apple jelly beans. Corn-on-the-cob I don’t believed they’ve created yet. I’m sure they’ll get around to it eventually.
They’ve got everything else, after all. (Like vomit. Trust me, it takes exactly as you would imagine.)
I think I can guess how you intend to celebrate.
Hm, I wonder…
Carmel pop corn on the cob followed by apples?
122- Once I went to the dentist to get a filling–actually I think it was a root canal, whatever that is–and my tooth was hanging on by like three roots so they just pulled it and it didn’t hurt that much.
Teeth…I have to get my wisdom teeth out before they grow all the way in because there’s not enough room in my mouth (funny, it’s always seemed big enough before..) for them. It’s already making some of my teeth go a bit crooked, not badly, but if it continues like this it will be.
I’m not looking forward to having them come out just before things are happening. If I had plenty of time to be in pain and misery it would be one thing, but perhaps it’ll be best to have other things to keep my mind off of my mouth. Like a bonfire and group of people coming over and many introductions to make, hopefully gracefully. *frightened squawk*
I’m afraid I’m off now, dad passed by my room carrying a bag of doughnuts……..
It might not be so bad. I felt fine as soon as I woke up. Never hurt at all. Maybe it’ll work that way for you.
*hopes*
But…..since my wisdom teeth are coming out before completely growing in….guess I’ll always be this dumb. *sigh*
That’s how my dad was, or so he claims…..The dentist wants me to get my wisdom teeth out this summer while I’m home, since I’m still young (instead of waiting until I’m older). So, good chance that’ll end up happening, but I dunno yet. Depends on if my parents tell me to (they are paying for all that, after all)…..Of course, I”m lucky enough to have all four. *moans*
Maybe I can convince the doctor to put me completely under. *knows this won’t happen*
121- Cinnamoon! Come back to the Pie Isle thread!
Goodmorning MB!
How is everyone this fine week?
121- Sorry for not answering. I’m in Singapore. But I’m from New Zealand. What was it that made you guess that? Singapore is horrid. All the buildings and clothes are really flash but the climate is so humid you can’t run more than 800m at a time without having to stop and catch your breath. I miss COLD SUMMERS!
I have a pendulum. I made it out a carved round wooden rabbit and a chain. It answers questions, but only yes or no questions. It’s kind of like playing a game of twenty questions, but instead of stopping at twenty, it just goes on and on.
Call me childish, but it works! It answers yes to true questions, and no to wrong questions, and it gave me the same answer three times for the same question.
This morning I got my sister out of bed by reading her the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. I cast open the door and cried “Arise, far sun, and—” and then couldn’t remember the next word (though I knew the line) so I ran and got the book and read it aloud.
Wow! That’s a pretty smart pendulum.
Have you tried the pendulum with questions for which you don’t previously know the answer?
Yes. I asked about my daemon (that took a while) and I eventually got it to tell me. Apparently, it’s a butterfly, and I tested it by asking other things, and it won’t say yes to anything but butterfly.
I also asked about other things which I wasn’t sure about and I’m still not sure about. Towards the end of the day, though, it started giving contradictory answers and not working anymore. Maybe it’s because I wasn’t concentrating.
Wait, I don’t get it. This is a pendulum we are talking about, right? But how does a pendulum answer questions? And you made this pendulum, Alice?
I’m very confused.
I think she is referring to “His Dark Materials”, and Lyra’s pendulum. Heh, I want one of those, too!
Wait, Lyra didn’t have a pendulum, she had an alethiometer!
My daemon would probably be a cat. Dark grey, striped with a lighter grey; with green eyes.
Silver Lining: A pendulum is essentially an object on a string, that swings back and forth. It’s a physics thing I guess, but it’s also a…I dunno…magic thing. To get it to answer questions, you hold it perfectly still and ask the question. If the answer is yes, it moves a certain way, and if it’s no, it moves a different way.
Hemlock (do you mind if I call you that? I know it’s a book, but it’s long): That was an alethiometer. Pendulums are different. Similar concept, though.
Random fact# 456: The only letters of the alphabet with which no US govenment agencies start are Q, X, Y, and Z.
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That should do it.
133 – Wow, cool!
I need to get my last baby tooth out before May 26, when I have an orthadontist appointment. I can’t proceed with my tooth-straightening process until it’s out. And it’s a bottom molar. I remember when I got my other bottom molar out it was hanging upside-down in my mouth by a little hook on the tooth. Wheee, what fun, lots of blood. So that will probably happen again. *wince*
Anyone here have tooth stains?
88 – I’m really sorry.
But you have 10-12 more friends than I have; if you don’t count online friendships.
Eh…….well, I’m using the term “friends” in the loosest term to describe the people I see regularly. What it means in that context is that they don’t tell me that I’m stupid, they don’t care when my birthday is, and I tolerate them being horridly rude. So really, here in TN I’ve only got about eh, 5-6 actuall friends, and about 8 not-quite-but-I call-em that for lack of a better term “friends”. And then in SC, I have like, 15 friends whom I haven’t seen for two years, and 6 friends whom I haven’t seen for one year. And in NC I have one friend who I saw in April, she’s the RPattz and SMeyer fanatic. My friend situation in one paragraph. Wow!
5-6 more than I have. *shrug* But it’s okay. I try not to care that much. And it has nothing to do with homeschooling.
yah. I’m homeschooled, too.
Oh, yeah, I forgot. I just said that because there are stereotypes about homeschoolers and friends and ‘being isolated.’
Okay, so I need you people’s help. There’s this really snotty 6th grader who just won’t leave me alone. She insults me all the time. (Yesterday, she said, “Well, at least my name doesn’t sound like a disease. This makes sense if you know my whole name.)’Tis very annoying. So I need some comebacks that I can use against her. Any ideas, people?
(138) This might sound grownup and impractical, but how about “Leave me alone. I’ve never done anything to you.”
You don’t have to say it in a wimpy way, and anyone who hears you will have to admit you have a point.
You see, Robert, I have done stuff to her. I always say something back to her, and I once accidentally hit her with a plastic rake. It was a flimsy plastic rake made for toddlers who aspire to be farmers, but I hit her all the same. I think I apologised, but I can’t be sure. I’ve stopped insulting her for no reason, though, so I guess that’s progress. *feels like a mean person*
I was afraid it might be something like that. It’s hard to break out of loops like that once you’re in them. You might try “Look, I’m sorry about all those things I did to you. Let’s stop this before we wind up killing each other or something, OK? Please?” adjusting the tone as appropriate. Or you could follow Cromwell’s advice in 140.
Stopping your own unprovoked insults is progress. So is that dose of guilt. Good for you! Keep it up.
138_Just ignore her. She’ll bother you more than ever for a while, but then she’ll stop.
We got a reading assignment where we are divided up into groups and the teacher chooses a book for us. We got The Iron Ring. Three of the four people in my group finished early, so I found a great book for us. Billy Budd. Considering we’re in 7th grade, my teacher was a little skeptical, but agreed.
1. It is impossible to read while not in close proximity to a dictionary.
2. I often have to read each paragraph twice.
3. I have to read incredibly slowly to understand.
Notwithstanding, I will finish the book with my group.
Who else has read Billy Budd?
This weekend I’m going to the Lake Eden Arts Festival. Has anyone ever heard of it? It’s largely a music festival, but they have handcrafts, dancing, workshops… everything. My family goes every year, and this is going to be our eighth, give or take a year.
A lot of people in my contradancing group go to LEAF, though I haven’t been. Until now, I never knew what the letters stood for.
You should come next year! It’s really fun.
gah. I need something to unfog my mind and wake me up. I’m just glad classes are OVER, except that means I’ve got finals all next week, and perhaps worst of all: My first final isn’t until Tuesday, which means I have four solid days with nothing to do except study, which you would think would be a good thing, but really isn’t, judging from last semester. (And then I only had three) You can only study so long before you just want to take you test and get it over with, and four solid days of nothing but studying is enough to drive anybody crazy.
On the bright side, I can get a 56% on my Chemistry final and still get an A, and if I completely flunk it (as in, got a 0), I will still come out with a B. My current grade in the class is 30% above the average. Scary, really, that the average in the class so far is only 66%. My best hope is that the professor himself grades the test, as he seems to be unable to add (much like myself). Two tests in a row now, he has added it up with the wrong number of points. First two extra points, and then 3, for a total of 5 extra points. I love it when people can’t add and it turns out in your favor…..
Biomed terminology, I can skip the final if I choose (we get to drop one test w/o penalty) since I have a 99.6% average in the course. That would mean not ahving to study 1500 or so words and their definitions. I’ll probably take the test, just not do much in the way of studying.
Bioethics: I think I’ll get an A in that, unless I really screwed up the final yesterday, or unless I really screw up the final “project” next Friday. I only needed solid Bs on those for an A.
English: Just need a high B on my last submission of my final paper for an A. So far all my final submissions have been As, so unless it’s just a really crappy paper, I should be good there. Oh, yes, that’s something else I can (need) to do besides study this weekend…..
History: I need a 71% on the final Tuesday for an A. Shouldn’t be difficult. he gives a list of all the questions that might appear on the test (40 short answer, 3 essays), and is going to take 15 of the short answer (of which we write 10) and 1 of the three essays (no choice on which one, sadly, or I could save myself writing one of them). So, only thing with that is it’s incredibly time consuming to study for it, as you have to write 40 paragraphs and 3 essays. Which is what I’m putting off doing right now. I need to write a minimum of 10 of the paragraph questions today….. *sighs*
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Sorry, guys, I know nobody really cares about my pointless fretting about my grades, but it’s you or my roommate, and I imagine she wants to hear it even less. And my parents will just tell me they told me so (that college is no harder than highschool) and to shut up and stop worrying, and that I will do great, and just study instead of fretting about my grades, since it won’t help. So, yeah, that left you all. At least you guys have the option of just skipping this post, no?
Random fact# 76: The superstition about opening umbrellas indoors comes from Africa, where they were used to keep the sun off the heads of royalty and seen as symbols of the sun god. To open one indoors or in the shade was thought to dishonor the god.
Luna, believe me, I don’t mind, I’m used to it. My friend, who boards with my family, is taking her AP US History test tomorrow. The ENTIRE class has been fretting about it all day.
Tooth complaints: I’m 15 and one-half, and my 12 year molars haven’t come in yet.
Random stuff: It is raining, and I’m writing an annoying paper on Robert Frost. Oh, and REALLY random, but my nickname is Rob Robbert. I friend and I were walking down the street and we saw ‘Bob’ written in the sidewalk. We discussed it, and decided that, if Rob was short for Robert, Bob should be short for Bobbert. Hence, Rob Robbert, and my friend, Bob Bobbert. Just FYI. This paragraph is what we call stream-of-consciousness, otherwi – hey, a bird!
SFTDP, but the bird, well, never mind. Anyway. Does anyone else wear mismatched socks? I do. SERIOUSLY mismatched. Like, one striped knee sock and one white ankle sock. It is a statement that I do not obey pointless rules. Who decided that socks must match? Probably the same person who invented high heels.
Hey all. Yes, I’m back briefly. I have a couple questions for americans and I wasn’t sure where else to ask them. Well, one is a strictly american question and the other is just a question about the 1800s. Okay Question number 1: What is up with “thru” is that actually how you spell “through” or is there some other meaning behind it? I’m just curiouse because I came upon it several times recently. Question Number 2: Why, in books written in the 1800s are most place names written as ——shire and the dates written as 18—–? I have never found an explanation to this and a couple of my friends and I were wondering. I was really expecting an explanation at the end of “JS&Mr.N” ah well, what can you do? I hope someone can help me, because I’d really like to know the answers to these questions.
Kagcomix
As for “thru” versus “through”, I always spell it “through”, I think “thru” is just a shorthand/lazy version of the spelling of “through”. It doesn’t have a different meaning, as far as I know.
Second question: Haven’t a clue. Well, the second part, unless I misunderstand your meaning, I’m not quite sure what the question is. If hte book sis written in the 1800s, and takes place in that time period, why wouldn’t the dates be 18—–? As in 1801, 1802, 1803, etc. I’m guessing I’m not understanding what you’re getting at with that part of the question…..
1. “Thru” is just an annoying shortening of the word’s correct spelling, “through”.
2. Well, these books written in the 1800s may be from Great Britain, where many places have “shire” at the end of their names. And I don’t quite understand the second part. Wouldn’t it just be because it took place during the 1800s, and so would have that date?
Question 1 has been answered, but question 2 is because the authors wanted to write it so it could take place anywhere, so they put general dates and places.
Omitting parts of dates and placenames is an old literary convention. Many early novelists adopted the pose of writing as if their stories were true accounts. Leaving out specifics presumably added an air of verisimilitude, as if the author were protecting some confidential information.
Ohhhhhh. *understanding dawns* You literally meant they were written —–shire in the books, and 18——, not just that they all had places ending in shire with various beginnings, or dates starting with 18……
*is unconfused*
Unconfusion is a good feeling, isn’t it?
It is, indeed.
Yes, but why was it a literary convention in the first place? That’s what I’d be interested in knowing.
I know it was done, I’ve read books that are like that….I know it was common, I’ve noticed it in many period writings, and I understand that novelists would adapt their writing to seem more like reality (think Robinson Crusoe, it was published as a true account), but…..why would names, place names and dates be hidden in the first place? I can understand crossing out swear words, but why the others?
*inquisitive*
I forget the details and don’t have time to write at the moment, but it had to do with novels being new (hence “novels”) and therefore developing from and imitating the existing literary forms, such as memoirs, letters, and the like. The elisions were only some of the conventions used to create the “true” account.
There are deeper psychological elements, too. A certain amount of voyeurism. A certain authority. Think how movies like to use “based on a true story” or camera effects to look like handheld footage. Trompe l’oeil in art. You can probably think of lots of examples.
I understand that, but I wonder why in the first place, in any type of writing they would cross the middles of names and place names out.
I have been asked by Enceladus, who is Pirocks on the Chatterbox, to inform you all that he will not be on MB for the rest of May, due to a parental restriction. Soo, yeah.
147~Question 1: The spelling of “through” as “thru” is simply laziness. If I’m not mistaken I’ve seen people from other countries (European, English speaking) spell it that way too. It’s not just American, and no, it’s not how everyone here spells it, nor is it the standard.
Question 2: Now, this is something I don’t know as much about, I’m guessing a bit based on what I’ve gathered from reading books from the 18th century, so take this with several grains of salt. I’ve noticed the same thing in 18th century (1700s) books as well, often crossing out the middle portion of place names, years and, often references to contemporary figures, also expletives. (eg. d—n, Ms. P—–m, —–shire)
I don’t know why, except that the things crossed out were references to places and people that whoever was reading was expected to be familiar with.
Perhaps someone else will know more about why this was the case, I’d be interested as well. I’m sure the information is out there.
Well, hate to show up and then run, but I’m off to watch Back to the Future…Yes, at this hour. Very sad.
Tomorrow I have to go to the oral surgeon’s to have them look at my teeth, then next week they come out. *cowers*
Goodnight everyone!
My oral surgeon was one of two brothers who shared a practice. They were a hoot together. Being in their office was something like being in a Marx brothers movie, except they were actually good at the dentistry part. I was trying hard to stay awake to hear their patter, but the anaesthesia knocked me out very quickly. The next thing I remember I was asking when the procedure was to begin, and my mom said “they’ve already finished.” It was the only enjoyable dentistry-related experience in my life.
Wait, did they put you all the way out? As in, you weren’t conscious for the procedure? Because both my parents say that the dentists/surgeons/whatever won’t do that. When my mom got her wisdom teeth removed, sometime before I was born but after she was married to my dad, she says that both dad and the doctor swore to her that she would be fully unconscious for the procedure–the only reason she agreed. and then, of course, she was not, as both of them knew full well. Apparently she was really pissed off.
When I eventually get my wisdom teeth removed, I would really love to be fully unconscious, but…..From what I’ve been told, that’s not likely to happen. Which is too bad….
I was completely out. As I said, I didn’t even realize they’d done the surgery when I came to. The other people I knew who had them out were also put under. I wasn’t aware there were other options, actually, especially if, as I did, one has all four out at once. You should ask the oral surgeon.
Yes, if I am “forced” to have them out, I will definitely try to see if that is an option. I do think both my parents only had 2 of their wisdom teeth, so perhaps that had something to do with it.
I do know that when my sister had two of her baby teeth pulled (she was 16-18, I forget) because the adult teeth weren’t growing in, that she says she wasn’t out for the procedure. She doesn’t really remember it all very clearly, because of all the drugs they gave her, but she was conscious for it.
Perhaps it depends on the amount of digging necessary to get the teeth out. In my sister’s case, obviously, the teeth were not buried below the gums, but with wisdom teeth, the depth is, I imagine, quite variable.
He said I could either just have my mouth numbed or I could be completely knocked out, but that the second option would probably be better.
Apparently they’re straight and haven’t formed roots yet, so it shouldn’t be too bad, but still, ugh.
(147) Road signs and traffic directions painted on pavement sometimes spell “through” as “thru” to save space when the real word wouldn’t fit.
Today I discovered my english teacher’s rhyming dictionary. I didn’t have any poems I wanted to write, so I read long lists of rhyming words instead. I can imagine it was quite annoying.
I’m taking German! And spending too much time on roleplays, since I was about to put this in double parenthesis. Anyway…
Re: Scars
I have about three scars, one from when I was trying to move a piece of driftwood far enough out into the ocean to use as a boat, and my hand got caught between the driftwood and the boat ramp’s concrete, which isn’t really visible anymore, but if I really look, I can still see it, I think.
My other two are from an embarrassing bicycle accident when I tried to go between my sister and a tree, and there wasn’t quite enough room. I crashed, got scars on the front and back of my hand, one of which is visible quite easily, the other of which is more visible in imagination than by eye, if you know what I mean. It’s kind of funny, ’cause they’re all on the same hand.
I had surgery only once, but not to remove any teeth. When I was comming to, I explained to my mother that the square root of 27 is three, then insisted that I was fine. Waking up, I didn’t remember talking at all. At least I didn’t say anything personal.
Yeah, I’ve had “surgery”once too. When I broke my arms (yes, plural) when I was nine (jumping out of a swing, I fractured the growth plates on both wrists), the doctors thought that I might need to have pins put in. So, they knocked me completely unconscious for the procedure, although they ended up not having to use any pins, fortunately.
Apparently when I was waking up, one of the doctors in the ER asked me if I like stickers, and I apparently said something like, “Sort of.” (At the time, I absolutely loved stickers.) He gave me a huge stack of ’em, probably about a dozen or so of those large, round stickers.
I don’t remember it at all. The first thing I remember after the procedure was being wheeled out of the ER in a wheel chair, and noticing that the weather ahd changed from beautiful and sunny, to rainy.
Worst part? I broke my arms right before the state fair, and couldn’t go on a single ride that year…..
I have never had surgery, Thank G-D, and I have been in the ER only once. I cracked my elbow. My younger brothers, on the other hand, well, lets’ just say I’m the lucky one in our family.
147- Nice to see you, Kagz! Y’know, I’ve been wondering the same thing lately. Huh, that’s an interesting point, everyone who answered….
148- Awww! Cake it! I hate it when people disappear like that!
I had a bad day today. I stretched my legs out too far when on the toilet, and the fly on my jeans broke, so I had to go around all day with three safety pins holding my fly shut.
Yesterday, on Spacevidcast, we were talking about NASA as if it were a show with every decade as a season. (pretty much- 1957-1969 was Season 1, though) It was hilarious.
So, I talked to my Mom (finally) about the Boston kokon, and she said YES!! I’m going to get her to email the GAPAs tonight.
156- I hate to tell you this, but I’m laughing. I know it must have been very unpleasant, but it sounds…funny. Sorry.
157- YAY! *jumps in the air* *high-fives you* W00t!
*gets yelled at (probably by Piggy) for chatspeaking* Oops. Sorry.
Re:Surgery–I’ve had surgery once, when I was four, for a hernia in my side. I don’t remember much about it, except that the anesthesia smelled like strawberries.
My little sister, however, has been in the ER twice, both for head injuries (once was the couch-jumping episode I told about earlier, and the other was when she was climbing a tree when it was raining and fell out of it headfirst onto a flagstone. Luckily she was only about five feet up when it happened), and the only reason she didn’t go three times is because we were in the Bahamas when she spiked her head on a branch. She seems to have bad luck regarding head injuries…
No, I’m fine with a good w00t now and again. I’m somewhat partial to 1337 as a form of communication, but the GAPAs find extended use of it nightmarish, as I can understand.
Ohhhh god the AP US History test was today oh man
I am legally bound not to say anything about it in detail ect, but the multiple choice was okay I think even though I know I got quite a few wrong, the DBQ was just weird and the first essay set was okay, but I totally bombed the second. I’ll talk more about it after 48 hours otherwise it’s kind of hard to explain
but oh my gods I am FREE
GURLFRIEND
I was thinking about you when we were getting ready to take it…lol
Actually when I was waking up at the ungodly hour of six o’clock I was thinking that on the east coast they were already taking it, somewhat intimidating.
When we finished I chuckled imperiously at the sophomores preparing to take the AP Euro test. AND IT FELT GOOOOOOOOOOOOD
Haha! Although I think it’s formatted so that even with time zones everyone takes it at exactly the same time so the questions can’t get out, ect. Except for Alaska?
Not entirely sure as I wasn’t actually paying that much attention when she was telling us. Heh. What’d you think of the essays, without disclosing information on what was on them zomgohnoesit’sacatastrophe? XD
But we are freeeeeee
And our class won’t have to take a final since the teacher doesn’t care very much about our class grades and as long as we keep quiet so the school board doesn’t find out. Which basically means we do nothing for the rest of the year? Last year they had a ton of time so the class read The Rape of Nanking, but we won’t. Maybe I can convince him to have us watch 1776… XD
*shifty glances* I’m gonna wait until the 48 hours are over to say even that…they make such a big deal out of it at school, I think I might be beaten mercilessly if I even say that (lol…EXCEPT REALLY)
BUT ALSO YES AT 1776
omg
SIT DOWN JOHN SIT DOWN
dunna dunna dunna
I need to watch the rest of it hahaha dying
SOMEONE OPEN UP THE WINDOOOOWWWWW
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Hey, Jadestone, congrats! My friends just took it, and I will take it next year, and Lord help me, I’m scared to death. Not of the test, mind you, of all the studying! I don’t study very well, I have zero patience. I came out of my last morning class, and there was this whole group of juniors just standing in a huddle, and I’m like, “Oh, you seem to be reasonably alive!” and they were like, “Ugh.” So I’m NOT looking forward to it. The beginning of the class is bad enough. 40 pages to read for Monday! Help! And I hope I don’t go all caveman when I take the darn thing. No sleep will do that to you, I suppose.
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Re: Surgery
Hehe. I broke my left elbow in third grade. I actually DID have to have pins stuck in my arm, though. And I supose no one wants to hear my loong story from the time I broke my arm? It involves a male nurse that looks like Elvis, monkey bars, and some other stuff. But its soooo looooong I think you might find it boring anyway. So, unless you want me to, I won’t bore you guys.
164-On the contrary, it sounds very interesting! Tell us!
165 (on164)-Yes, do!
I broke my arm once. I had to wait for four hours in a waiting room before the nurse would even acknowledge that I had a problem (my lower wrist was bent completely backwards) and another 45 minutes before a doctor could see me. Then, after the doctor decided that my arm was indeed broken, I was sent to Radiology, where I waited a further 30 minutes before being admitted to the X-ray room. There, a radiologist took 20 minutes to set up everything, I finally got the X-rays, and after considerable confusion was sent back to the general practitioner. THEN I was sent to the cast room, where I waited about 30 minutes before getting in, by which time I was almost screaming in frustration and agony. I was by myself- my mother kept calling to ask why I wasn’t home and didn’t believe me that I was at the hospital- and by the time I got my arm bound and could walk home it was dark. Which is scary for a 5th grader.
Wow, my ER visit was pretty much no wait whatsoever. Also, I would’ve thought that at that age, the doctors would’ve called and hunted down your parent….
From what I remember, my mom took me in, and I was crying (well, two fractured wrists, what 9 year old wouldn’t’ve been?), and the receptionist lady–to a doctor/nurse/someone or other when she saw us–“Hey, there’s a girl here–she’s crying.”
And I was whisked away to a room, where there was this really nice nurse/doctor (I’m not sure which he was, but he was very friendly. I’m guessing nurse) guy. He told me I probably had broken my arms, that he had jumped out of a swing when he was a kid, and had broken his arm. (Or maybe he said he knew somebody who had, I forget). He told me that there was a portable x-ray machine that could be used, but that it wasn’t as reliable, so he was really sorry, but he wanted me to go down the hall to radiology to get x-rays.
So I was taken to radiology with my mother, where this evil b**** radiologist did everything in her power to ensure that if my wrists were not yet broken when I got there, they sure as heck were when she was done with me. Seriously, she was vicious. She wanted my arm on the x-ray table, outer side of the wrist down, fingers/wrist/hand perfectly straight, palmar surface perpendicular to the table. Well, given how bad my arms hurt, this wasn’t something I was managing very well. My wrists kept twisting inward, so that my palm was angling down toward the table, at which point the woman would come running back over to me, forcibly grab my arm, and twist it back upright into the position she wanted. So, yeah, if they hadn’t be broken when i got there……She was EVIL.
And then I was taken back to my room, and the nice nurse/doctor guy put an IV in my foot (or maybe that was before I went to radiology, I’m not sure), and the next thing I really remember was I was in a wheelchair leaving, and it was raining. (It ahd been beautiful and sunny when I had gone to the ER, and dark and rainy after).
If you insist. I will tell it as I do in RL. Here goes:
Ok, so it was the weekend before school started, I was getting ready for my Suzuki Book 2 Recital and just that morning my mum had said that I was ready for the recital. Now, we’re at the big playground, and I’m just goofing around by the monkey bars. Let me tell you before I move on that at the time, although I was in third grade, some of the first graders at my school were almost a head taller than me, and even though I had to jump to reach the monkey bars at the playground, I was extremely good at it, and I knew it. So, I’m hanging out by the monkey bars, the ones with the funky triangular plastic blue handles hanging on chains, and this girl who was about a foot taller than me was standing on the ladder on the other side of the monkey bars with her dad trying to get her to get on. So I think, “Oh, I can show her how easy it is!”, and jump right on without a second thought, swinging across from one bar to another. Then, when I’m in the middle, swinging from my right hand with my left outstretched to the next bar, my sweaty hand slips from the bar and I fall the whole distance between the monkey bars and the ground to land straight on my left elbow. Naturally, the other girl’s dad decides that maybe the monkey bars aren’t such a good idea and hurries away. So here’s me, lying on the ground, crying, obviously. So my mom gets me up and into the car and we head back home. My mom was freaked out, because I hardly ever cry when hurt unless it’s really serious, and I’m shaking all over. So, we get home, and I try to open the door with my left hand, and freak out when I discover that I can’t control my arm from the elbow down. So my mom calls the doctor and they said to “Put some ice on it overnight, and if it still hurts in the morning then come to the hospital.”, and I’m like, “No way. My arm is broken.”, and so we go to the ER, where they give me a sling and I just sit there for two hours. Then, I get taken to the x-ray room where they tell me to straighten out my arm for the x-ray. I’m like,”I can’t straighten it, it’s broken! Hello?” then they conclude that it is broken. Gah. So then I have to wait 6 hours in a waiting room for my surgery, finally in the middle of the night they do my surgery, and it just so happens that one of the nurses is an Elvis impersonator and just keeps the hairdo all the time. Soo, around 1:00am I wake up in the ambulance being shuttled to the building where they keep the patients, I’m groggy from the drugs they used to knock me out during the surgery, and so the first thing I see is this nurse with an Elvis hairdo. My dad says my eyes went as big as saucers! Then I thought that I was just having a weird dream and went back to sleep.
Do you want to hear the rest, or am I boring you? The next part involves swollen face, being stuck in the hospital for two days longer than expected, and going back to school to find that three others at my school had broken their arms. But I think you probably wouldn’t be interested.
166- I did assume that they would- I walked there after school- but hey, it’s not America (where, I have heard, they make a big fuss over child safety, parental guidance, etc. etc… Anyway, my mum just said over the phone, “You WHAT??? Oh, well, just be home by dinner.” And when I got home I was kid of hurt that she hadn’t been very upset or worried but then she told me that until she saw my cast she thought I was lying and that I was going somewhere with my friends. She was really sorry.
167- Suzuki? I do Suzuki Violin. I’ve just graduated from book four.
Oh, cool! I do Suzuki Piano and I’m just about to have my Book Four graduation! My li’l sis plays the violin and is in Book Three I think. She is also in Book Five in piano.
You’re kidding! As I type my violin recital is 34 minutes away. Wish me luck in 34 minutes!!! (yeah, like you all can come on in 34 minutes)
Good luck! I hope your recital goes well.
I got part way through the Suzuki book 2 (violin) and then quit. I didn’t like it at all, thankfully I didn’t go through with my resolve to never have anything to do with the violin again, however. I think I’d die if I had to stop playing now.
Good luck, Kiga!
Good luck! (Not quite 34 minutes, but close)
Thanks, everyone! It was great
and wow! Three comments!!! That’s a lot!!! 
Well when I say soon it’s not as soon as Kig’s was. It’s on Monday. Oh, and Kigs? How’d it go? Was it great?
Yup, it was AWESOME!!!
The funny thing was, I broke it when I was running down a hill and skidded to avoid a badly parked motorbike and sort of flopped straight into a tree, and it didn’t hurt very much for about 10 minutes. I was just, I guess, sort of in shock, and I was really calm, I just looked with mild interest at my swelling, bloody, and bent-back arm and thought, “Oh, that’s bad… I guess I should walk to the clinic” since the clinic was just about ten minutes away along the waterfront. The minute I walked in the clinic door it started hurting SO badly that I screamed.
*shudder* that makes me cringe just reading about it……When I fractured my wrists (overall, much less serious of fractures, from the sounds of it, although the fact that it was the growth plates certainly had the potential to be really bad), they hurt pretty much instantaneously and I was crying, and I couldn’t barely move them without intense pain…..
That’s actually by design. They aren’t supposed to start hurting intensely until a bit later… I forget exactly how the pain is prevented, but I know why. It’s an evolutionary thing – so you can get away from whatever caused the pain and then deal with it.
Damnit, Human Bio is slipping away from me. I think it has something to do with the nerves being shut down or flooded with something that blocks them.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP who says “This one, GAPA, only on the comment that only has ‘/gradster(1)’ on it. I just didn’t finish, for whatever reason. Bother distractions.”
Aha. I was thrown by “their”; I didn’t realize you meant yourself.
Sorry.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP, who much prefers that they remain gender neutral, and for some reason, does not much like en (and ze is already used)
*grumblegrumble* I think I’m getting a sore throat. Such lovely fun, innit it?
I’ve just got that annoying semi scratchy feeling in the back of my throat that almost always signals a sore throat to come, or at the very least a nice lovely cold, even if the sore throat never fully manifests……Just what I want right before finals.
If I’m lucky, it’ll not develop into anything. *hopes for luck*
You know what could help with illness and finals both? Sleep.
Yuppers. That’s why I only just got up, although I didn’t sleep all that particularly soundly. Not sure if that’s due to excitement about school being almost over, or worry over finals, or what, but……I had the exact same issue with inability to sleep soundly the entire finals week last semester….
Oops, 115 was meant to be “(Maybe it’s different when it’s your nose?)”.
This is a warning to MBers to say that you do not even think about MuseBlog while offline, especially the parts involving hpbs. blahblahblah. An MBer who wishes to remain anonymous has told me what happened to en.
118.1 (Luna the Lovely) Yep. I am indeed. This probably doesn’t qualify to go on the SSSS thread (although last time I saw it it needed some reviving) so I’ll put it here:
While bored in class, en drew an hpb on her organizer. En’s friends asked about it, and now many of them know all about it. One friend had the following conversation with en:
Friend: So you had a French test?
Victim: Yes.
Friend: How did it go?
Victim: Good, only there there was this one question I couldn’t answer, “How often does Stephane go to the cinema”
Friend: Did you write hot pink bunnies?
Victim: No, I said “A lot”
Then, hpbs led to the odd cyberman and dalek. So someone had told en that en shouldn’t be shouldn’t be colouring her organizer in French. She was scribbling in black, over hpbs, cybermen and daleks.
Sad tale.
Your friend knows about Doctor Who? Yay, I’m not the only Doctor Who fan in America. (Assuming you live in America.)
I think she lives in New Zealand, but there’s always me!
and me!
169) Ouch. I sort of broke my collarbone once. Sort of because it wasn’t completely broken- the top part was, but a bit of the bottom was still together. It happened on a playground in Austria, and since we were flying to America the next day it took my parents several days to find out that there was really something wrong- since the bottom part was still connected, I could move my arm almost normally and the bone felt like it was in the right place. We finally went to a hospital several days later, and I got stuck with a sort of harness-strap thing that stopped me from moving my arm to much. I loathed it from ruining my first ever summer vacation (I was 7).
170) *wishes luck as well*
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I JUST GOT 605 ON NASA’S GAME METROPOLIS.
W000000000000000000000000T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s a lovely day, no RAIN!!!
Tonight I’m singing in a choir concert.
I still can’t breathe, I’m entirely ready for this to pass, its been over 2 weeks.
This post is useless, just random pieces of unconnected information.
I’m listening to Steeleye Span.
I would like to get a better quality concertina.
I think I’ll end this now.
Goodbye for now.
Ooh, I just got 374!!!
Does anybody know Eyes On Earth? It’s a JPL game. I went to the open house last Sunday. Twas fun.
You live near JPL? Sweet!
Happy Weekend everyone!
158.1- *raises eyebrows* Well, what do you know. All righty, then.
GAPAs, I changed my avatar on the Gravatar site, but it’s not showing up. I’ve cleared my browser’s cache, too…
Nevermind. It just took a minute.
I really do go on MB too much. Today, we drove past Corona Park and LaGuardia Airport and the first thing I thought of was this month’s topic.
Well, if you must think of something strange, it might as well be MB.
So, today is the wine party. WINE PARTY DAY! It’s a lot of work so far, because we’re in a headlong rush to get the house cleaned up enough for guests (from the whole burst-pipe fiasco and rebuilding, if you remember). But hey – the night will be amazing. After I grab a shower and put the finishing touches on my “room” (because it really doesn’t deserve to be called my room after what’s happened to it), we’ll come back and be ready for guests. M[isha] and J[ameson] and E[li] and-
Well, I left this half-written and had to leave to shower.
Party was fun. M left early. I was really distraught, and sort of mad at her mother, although it wasn’t her fault anyway…
Bother life.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
Every time someone says bother it reminds me of: Let’s go bother Snape! Bother bother bother bother bother bother bother bother- Avada Kedavra! Oops…
What was the fiasco? I don’t remember.
It’s become sort of like saying “crap” for me. A mild swear. Blast, tarnation, and Tartarus have also joined my vocabulary.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
Oh! I loove Harry Potter Puppet Pals! Yay!!!! Let’s go bother Snape!
‘Twas on the shores that round our coast
From Deal to Ramsgate span,
That I found alone on a piece of stone
An elderly naval man.
His hair was weedy, his beard was long,
And weedy and long was he,
And I heard this wight on the shore recite,
In a singular minor key:
“Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo’sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain’s gig.”
And he shook his fists and he tore his hair,
Till I really felt afraid,
For I couldn’t help thinking the man had been drinking,
And so I simply said:
“O, elderly man, it’s little I know
Of the duties of men of the sea,
But I’ll eat my hand if I understand
How you can possibly be
“At once a cook, and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo’sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain’s gig.”
Then he gave a hitch to his trousers, which
Is a trick all seamen larn,
And having got rid of a thumping quid,
He spun this painful yarn:
“‘Twas in the good ship Nancy Bell
That we sailed to the Indian sea,
And there on a reef we come to grief,
Which has often occurred to me.
“And pretty nigh all o’ the crew was drowned
(There was seventy-seven o’ soul),
And only ten of the Nancy’s men
Said ‘Here!’ to the muster-roll.
“There was me and the cook and the captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig
And the bo’sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain’s gig.
“For a month we’d neither wittles nor drink,
Till a-hungry we did feel,
So we drawed a lot, and accordin’ shot
The captain for our meal.
“The next lot fell to the Nancy’s mate,
And a delicate dish he made;
Then our appetite with the midshipmite
We seven survivors stayed.
“And then we murdered the bo’sun tight,
And he much resembled pig,
Then we wittled free, did the cook and me,
On the crew of the captain’s gig.
“Then only the cook and me was left,
And the delicate question, ‘Which
Of us two goes to the kettle?’ arose
And we argued it out as sich.
“For I loved that cook as a brother, I did,
And the cook he worshipped me;
But we’d both be blowed if we’d either be stowed
In the other chap’s hold, you see.
“‘I’ll be eat if you dines off me,’ says Tom,
‘Yes, that,’ says I, ‘you’ll be,’ —
‘I’m boiled if I die, my friend,’ quoth I,
And ‘Exactly so,’ quoth he.
“Says he, ‘Dear James, to murder me
Were a foolish thing to do,
For don’t you see that you can’t cook me,
While I can — and will — cook you!’
“So he boils the water, and takes the salt
And the pepper in portions true
(Which he never forgot) and some chopped shalot,
And some sage and parsley too.
“‘Come here,’ says he, with a proper pride,
Which his smiling features tell,
‘ ‘Twill soothing be if I let you see,
How extremely nice you’ll smell.’
“And he stirred it round and round and round,
And he sniffed at the foaming froth;
When I ups with his heels, and smothers his squeals
In the scum of the boiling broth.
“And I eat that cook in a week or less,
And — as I eating be
The last of his chops, why, I almost drops,
For a wessel in sight I see!
“And I never grin, and I never smile,
And I never larf nor play,
But I sit and croak, and a single joke
I have — which is to say:
“Oh, I am a cook and a captain bold,
And the mate of the Nancy brig,
And a bo’sun tight, and a midshipmite,
And the crew of the captain’s gig!”
*claps for Alice* Wonderful performance! Anywhozle. I want to go back in time and throw a pie at Robert Frost. He deserves it. And so does whomever invented research papers.
Hmm. My court finds Robert Frost to be guilty- he should have suppressed his talents.
My email got hacked. I only found out when my friend asked why I had sent her an email advertising shirts.
Time travel is theoretically possible. I forget the details, but it’s something about traveling at light speed in space- apparently if you do that for about a decade, you will have aged 1 second less than if you were on Earth.
I think anything in space throws your personal time off. Time travel does involve light speed and a mass of zero. It ain’t happenin’.
And I agree that Robert Frost should have suppressed his talents. His poems were dark and gloomy anyway.
Should dark, gloomy rock musicians suppress their talents, too?
Einstein’s special theory of relativity does talk about time distortions for objects traveling near the speed of light. We know they happen, because they affect the decay rates of fast-moving particles such as cosmic rays. But relativity just offers a quicker way to travel into the future; it doesn’t allow time travel into the past. That’s much more speculative.
No, they don’t have to, because I will never be forced to write a paper analyzing their songs. And I knew that time travel was improbable, I just hate this report! (Which I am supposed to be working on right now!)
I bet some other student will be forced to, in the not too distant future!
What specifically do you need to write about?
I personally find some of his best works beautiful, and not depressing in the least. Perhaps it’s because he seems to convey states of place so well, not necessarily moods.
Yes. they should. A lot of rock music is bad, depressing, or just plain inappropriate. And in my opinion Robert Frost should have converted his poetic energy into something a) worth reading and b) not meant for research papers.
Is it possible to get a restraining order against my sister? She’s twelve.
Ehh. Nobody’s on but me.
*feels lonely*
I believe the GAPAs just checked their mailboxes, because 15 posts just were moderated all at once.
ZVX, remember this?
scroll up to post 4
We need help!
Atlantis takes off tomorrow! Atlantis takes off tomorrow! Atlantis takes off tomorrow!
I hate research papers! Sorry, this is how I always am. There could be five other conversations, but I will remain stuck on one point, unless, of course, I am distr- A birdie!
My other problem would be that I talk to myself. And I hear voices.
Re: broken bones: My friend broke her toe at LEAF. She kicked someone wearing hiking boots in the heel while playing barefoot soccer.
Re: Suzuki: I’m on violin Book 6.
I have way too much homework to work on. Ridiculous biology packet. -grumble-
Thank-you so much toeveryone who helped me figure out those two puzzling dilemas. I really apreciate it, these issues have been bothering me for ages.
You are most welcome.
190.1- What, you emailed them?
(SFTDP)
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There. Not the best, but…
While we’re posting Adds, I’m sorry to say that the Kokonspiracy blog is
dead ? stagnant ? uncrowded ?unvisited.193) At least you don’t talk to a plant on your desk
*sings*
I’m going to summer camp in America, America, America !
Country of english books & cool clothes !
Fun, fun FUN !
((Yes, that doesn’t make sense. But I’m sort of hyper today…))
No. I talk to various other things, though. Such as my socks. You’d be surprised at how responsive they are. Yell at one, and you can find another! (Generally not matched, but who cares? Wear ’em anyway!)
196-No, I was referring to their yet-to-be-moderated post mailbox, not their email.
Our computer teacher is about as Muserly as a person who doesn’t read Muse can be. I went into her room to ask if I could watch Space Shuttle Atlantis take off on a computer with some headphones and she put it on the SmartBoard and turned the sound up full blast so that everybody could watch!
Absolutely.
Awesome.
Congrats on getting the 200th post!
Thanks, Peace!
199- Oh. Right. Heh.
The random thread seems to be really slow these days… are people just too busy to get on MB at all, or is there some other reason?
I’m BACK!
Did ya miss me?
*is pied*
Hello. I do not know you. Do you like the Beatles? *is pied*
AJAR! Welcome back! *pies*
203- Why would you be pied? Aren’t you pieing AJAR to welcome him back? I’m confused…
204–Because I ask, “Do you like the Beatles?” way too much.
I’ve never actually been asked that question, so I’d be happy if you asked me and not throw pies at you.
Do you like the Beatles?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Hey GAPAs-did you get my mom’s email? She sent it to you yesterday….
201- (Armada) Everyone’s at the May Day ball! I would go on this thread more if I didn’t spend all my time posting on the rooftop garden.
204.1- Oh. *does not pie you for liking the Beatles* I like the Beatles too, though I don’t get a chance to listen to any music other than capoeira music all that often….
My parents haven’t exactly forbidden me to listen to popular music, but, then, I haven’t asked them if I can yet.
205- Don’t change your name! Um, just out of curiosity, what would you want to change it to? And don’t worry about the email–the GAPAs are busy, and will get around to answering sometime or other.
I was in today’s paper, apparently. I have very little idea what they said about me (my interview was sort of scattered and it wasn’t until halfway through that I realized I was being interviewed), but I know some of it related to my art auction, and I just got a call from some club or another who want to make a donation. Which would be absolutely splendid, though given the amount of money we’ve earned already simply from raffle tickets, I don’t know how much more we’ll need. This is very exciting, because another thing I’d like to do in the future is go sailing on the Lynx from California to Hawaii, but it costs $5,000. But if I’m getting calls from people who want to donate money for this expedition, perhaps going on that one’s not such an impossible plan after all!
WOW!
I want to be an English teacher when I grow up (just FYI, as if you’d care).
I got in DEEP trouble today for calling a classmate a freak of nature. I was going to get a detention but luckily pri
Oh My PI that was so wrong- sorry…. I put my elbow on the keyboard and didn’t realize it till now.
Continuation: I was going to get a detention but luckily they found a squirrel in the Science lab. No, seriously. We don’t know how it got in but they found it between the test tubes and a bottle of some chemical. It was gnawing on a beaker rack.
Re: Broken Bones
I’ve broken four(ish) bones, in ways waay too embarrassing to mention. Seriously.
Re: Suzuki Violin
I’m on book one… But, I just started in August.
I rather go on MB too much too. I spend waay too much time thinking about the role plays, plotting what I can do next, etc.
207- I’m not sure yet, but I really want to change it.
two things:
1) what happened to the old site? when I go to http://www.musefanpage.com it redirects here
2) Penty and I will be attending the same institution of higher education next year (I’ve been there this past year, next year will be her first year.) No, we’re still not telling you which one.
1) Some post-hacker disinfecting remains to be done before the fan page reopens.
2) What fun!
Jinx!
Hm. Does that mean I can’t post until someone types my name three times? Or do I have to hop around a cemetery on one foot counterclockwise under a full moon? I’m not sure I ever knew the rules.
Well, in both cases you have to bury a dead cat at a crossroads on Friday the 13th, right?
She can’t reply yet.
Rebecca Rebecca Rebecca.
If you’re playing by those rules, you’re safe now.
My sister and I would always say “Jinx personal jinx one two three four five six seven eight nine ten” and unless the person said “stop” before ten, they couldn’t talk again until someone said their name three times. I’ve heard lots of other rules, but never anything about dead cats.
What I “learned” was that you couldn’t talk again until the person who jinxed you said your name.
So that means Lady Bunniful can’t post until I say her name? Mwahaha. Wait, I just said it.
haha
Yeah, but that’s not her real name.
oxlin: When we had our hack attack a couple of months ago, the Fan Page picked up a much worse dose of rogue code than the blog did. We’re still disinfecting it. It will return to the Web once we’re sure it’s safe.
Aha. Good luck disinfecting it! That sounds nasty.
Suffice it to say that I feel about hackers the way the crow girls felt about cuckoos.
Kick ’em out of the nest!
Ugh, Math SOL tomarrow and I’m going to fail so bad.
Plus, Mom is quizzing me about my aloholic friends. Meh.
Anyways, I got a postacard for I Am Ghost signed by the band members when my friend went to their concert, and I framed it and it keeps falling down and making a mess on my desk.
We played kickball in the park for 3 hours! Yay! During school! Even more yay! And I can listen to music for the first time since Passover!
People, go look up chacha .com it’s flamablamablous. If you have a cell phone and texting, it’s even more so, since you can use it. Awesomeness. It’s a cell phone search engine sort of thing. Send them a question and they call or text an answer back. Only problem is that there’s a limit on how many text questions you can ask per day. *sigh* I didn’t know about that so I used up most of mine, oh well. It’s awesome though, definitely look it up!
I was in DC today, went down with Tad which is always fun.
Hey, a question (!) for Robert, since he spends a fair amount of time there….we’ve noticed these little figures painted on some of the crosswalks and (Tad said) on the sidewalks. They look rather like a flat robot. He said the ones on the sidewalk are white, but in the crosswalk they’re yellow. Not very big, maybe half a foot (I dunno, I’m guessing), and not grafitti, but they don’t look like anything traffic related. Is there any significance or explanation of them?
Aardvark (vark .com) is the same thing, but for instant messaging.
Why isn’t my post posting? I tried several times, but it doesn’t seem to be going through….I’ll try this. *c+p’s*
GAPAs, it’s not posting my original comment! I’ve tried several times. It’s not too long (I’ve done far, far longer), it has not questionable language, and it has one delinkified website (mostly harmless, I do believe). Why?
(SFTDP)
The spam filter apparently does not like your link. Hang on, give me a minute, and I’ll retrieve your comment.
I was in a room with some of my friends and we were teasing another one of my friends (a guy) and one person said “six of the girls in this room are manlier than you are” and I noticed there were seven girls in the room so I called the person who’d said that on it and asked who the less manly girl was. This turned out to be me. At this point I blurt “but I use power tools at work!” and am told that I, too, am manlier than this person. Upon thinking about this I realize it is because I’m small that I wasn’t included in the first place. Sometimes I really hate being small. People have this perception that I’m a fragile bird and will break in an instant when really I won’t.
Ah, there it is, many thanks. Odd, it wasn’t linkified even. Meh, whatever. Sorry for the triple posts……..
When it comes to links or possible links, our spam filter seems to be even more sensitive than GAPAs. Not only is it suspicious of commercial web pages but of advocacy sites as well, as we discovered last night when Luna posted a list of agencies known for their stances on abortion. She only listed names, without hint of a URL. Probably one, or even two, would have passed through the gates without interference, but I guess four raised the alarm.
206- Good point.
211- Well, if you must change it, at least change it to something starting with S that’s not too different from Syllabub.
My little sister fell out of a tree and cut her head open again. I’m not really concerned at this point, since this is the third time and she seems to be okay, but we’re trying to figure out whether to go to the hospital now or wait….
219.1~ Ah, so my saying it was something worth looking up is what zapped it? *stores away information in brain*
Possibly, or the site itself might sound like something someone would be trying to push traffic to.
221.1~ Hmm, yes I suppose it could. I think it’s just a neat idea, a search engine that you can look things up with via text messages….no, they’re not paying me or anything.
Whee! We got the Back to the Future movies and will hopefully watch them tonight…funfunfun.
I’m hyper, yet I haven’t the faintest clue as to why that would be the case. how odd.
1.2 JIGGAWATTS??!?!!!?!
sorry, I had to!
Atlantis will reach Hubble tomorrow, and I have to take my Global History regents on Thursday.
The latter may interfere with my viewing of the former.
*sighs* *is apparently only one on blog again*
Okay, so we didn’t take my sister to the hospital after all. We called our pediatrician, and they said she doesn’t need stitches and should be fine, provided she rests for the next couple days…
223- Yay! Or notyay…. sorry about your GH.
Okay, I went to HUGE community party today, and half of the 11th grade (I’m in 10th, but I’m friends with the 11th graders more than my own class. Oh well.) was there, and quite a few people from my middle school class, and I wore pigtails! Now, that is NOT a typical hairstyle. I looked five-year old cute, maybe. Fits me, but so many people are so not into standing out in any nonconforming way. My friend told me she respected me because I was very brave for looking the way I did. *is proud* That was nothing, though, she has apparently forgotten my hamburger hat.
SFTNP- Sorry For The Nonsensical Post.
(215) Fiddler: The robots are a kind of street art related to a strange type of graffiti known as Toynbee tiles. They’re usually called “stickmen” and apparently have been sighted in Philadelphia and Los Angeles, too. I’ve read that they’re made by stenciling an image onto tar paper and laying it on the street, where passing cars flatten it level with the surrounding pavement. You can find out more about them by searching for “stickman” and “Toynbee tile” on Google.
Hm, Toynbee tiles might make a good “Last Page” for Muse. Elizabeth Preston, take note!
226~ Hmm, interesting. I need to read the Wikipedia article again when I’m not falling asleep with a roaring headache, as I tried and failed to make any sense of it at the present time.
Actually, Toynbee and stickman (I’m curious about the stickman figures, what do they mean? I didn’t find any explanation, intelligible or otherwise, that explained their meaning) tiles might be a good subject for an entire article in Muse, perhaps in an issue on city/street art and graffiti…..that would be very interesting as a whole issue, actually. Has there already been something like that done? It sounds like a properly muserly thing. Accessable, seemingly random but incredibly fascinating and view changing. Hmmmm, E.P.? *beseeching puppy dog eyes and unashamed groveling*
(SFTDP) 222.1 (axa)~ No, 1.21 Jiggawats! “If my calculations are correct….when this baby reaches 88MPH, you’re gonna see some serious ****!”
171.1.1 (Alice) WTF? EEK. *worries*
171.1 (Rainbowstar) Well, it was me who was de-daleking my organizer, but most people at my school seem to know about Dr Who.
Guess what happened today:
:*sits with friends*
*appear with friends* *talk* What’s your nationality?
Are you English?(because of my accent) Are you an American?
OMG did I just say that? I really am losing it!
Me
Me :confused: :*sigh* Oh ,feck,(I didn’t actually say the f-word out loud) um…
Me :confused: : (with some vehemence) I wish!
Me
(Later, in class) Me
OMG they actually asked me if I was an American?! EEK
. Mwahahahha…*
No offence to Americans of course, but I really did find it worrying. And a nice change from the usual “Are you from England/New Zealand?” The next person who asks me that…*looks pointedly at stack of tuna-flavoured pies and
EEEK Humanities exam in five days and I have to write about Alexander the Great!!!!!! AND maths exam- which is just plain boring- and ENGLISH exam in which I have to babble about 19th century society! (“babble” here means “write very repetitive essay”)
HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
We seem to do a lot of evaluation in class. We did this ONE print during Art in April and have spent every lesson since evaluating it!
Here’s a radical idea: why not try writing a NONrepetitive essay?
I would but it has to be at least seven paragraphs and it’s quite difficult to find that many examples of society in The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle
I’ve not read the book, but I have to imagine that it is easier than you think……I mean, seven paragraph: two are knocked off with intro/closing (I assume when you said seven, you didn’t jsut mean body paragraphs), and that only leaves five.
Five paragraphs is really not that bad at all. Of course, I tend to end up writing more than the required number of pages on assignments, because i find I can’t fit everything requested into the right number of pages……My dad says I tend to be too verbose, and that I have lots of colorful/flowery phrases and such that I could remove, and still have the same meaning, in much less words (and pages)….But I like my “floweriness”. It makes my writing me.
Actually, I meant without the intro/closing. Seven extremely different examples of bigotry and stuff- It’s impossible without repetition. Or similarity.
I guess I can’t say otherwise, without having read the book…….*shrug*
I hope it turns out not to be as hard as you think!
Essay tip of the day: If the last line of a paragraph is nearly a full line, go back through the paragraph, take out all contractions and add effectively meaningless phrases (e.g. “in fact,” “actually,”) where appropriate. This typically pushes the last word of the last line onto a new line, and behold! your paper is now a line longer. This adds up if you do it for every paragraph.
Everyone is posting about how freaked out they are about their upcoming test. Can we have a ‘Spazzing Out and Worrying’ thread? That belongs in the suggestion box, but I’m too lazy to put it there.
Re: Jinx
We play it, if you say something at the same time, the jinxed one can’t talk until their name is said, by anyone. This results in two strategies. One, annoying who ever is handy until they shout ‘STOP DOING THAT, ___’ . This usually results in a few minutes of bothering, and the bothered person, who knows perfectly well what’s going on, finally gives in and says, ‘Fine. ___’. The other strategy involves dropping out of the conversation until somebody says your name, but it doesn’t work to well. Well, I’ve talked for ages on the same topic as a dead conversation, so I’m shutting up.
Is Spazzing Out and Worrying sufficiently different from Rants and Complaints?
I’d say that it is, but we should get other’s opinion on that.
I agree, it’s not really all that sufficiently different…..
They’re somewhat different, but not enough for a separate thread.
Name it “complaints, rants, and whatever else you do when you’re stressed out”
I think that we should have a REALLY random thread. One where you can just post things with no regard for conversation. That would work for complaining.
That’s a good idea. I’ve been craving a thread where you can PoPo and scream stuff randomly.
Atlantis has captured Hubble and the work will begin tomorrow! Mike Massimino, one of the astronauts who will spacewalk, is actually Twittering from space. (I’m not sure how he managed it, but he is.)
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
I GOT INTO CONCERT BAND
W000000000000T
Hooray, congrats! What’re the different levels of band at your school?
231- I’m not worried since I’m homeschooled. In fact, I’m very happy because my sister is flying in tomorrow from college and my best friend is visiting me three days after she leaves again,aka in a week.
We’re doing the play “The Diary of Anne Frank” in English. I’m Anne.
I’m really a good actress if I do say so myself.
I’m really CRAZY over this boy. It’s really stupid because after the end of the year, I’ll never see him again; he’s going to private school.
And right now, I’m really really sad about it.
He would never EVER go out with me because… I don’t know. I guess I’m just a dork.
Now I’m just wallowing in self pity. I’ll stop.
You’re not a dork! *hugs* You should come to the Romance and Relationships thread.
Aww. Thanks, I forgot all about that one…
I’ve finally gotten myself an avatar. You like?
202- Hey, welcome back, AJAR.
222.1- Wait! Look at this newspaper! Lightning struck the clock tower at exactly this time…yesterday. Nuts.
232, 232.1- Ugh. We have enough of those already.
233- Ha, even in space…
236- I saw Anne Frank at my school a few months ago. The play was good, but Anne’s voice was horribly annoying. Gaah, I couldn’t wait to get out of there.
Our band concert is tomorrow and we are incredibly not ready to play the songs. The song that we are starting out with that’s supposed to make us sound better than the seventh graders still sounds like we’re in our first week of playing it.
On a brighter note, Memorial Day Weekend is arriving soon, and I’m going up to my grandparents’ house. I love small towns where everyone knows everyone. Now that “the grandkids” are in their teens, they are the ones with the scandalous lives, and are the ones my grandparents talk about. I love hearing about so-and-so’s grandkid just got accepted into Harvard, or about how kids these days “don’t have an appreciation for nature” (that one was from my grandpa).
yeah small towns are terrific I used to live in one, but now I’m a city girl (?) and wish I was back in that little town in SC instead of Music City, TN. *sniffs* yeah.
Wow. Sounds like our band…
I’m sure it can”t be that bad. Good luck if it didn’t happen already!
237: HIIIII!!!!! *choklit*
Haven’t been here for a while. Nice to “see” everyone again!
Hello, Bookworm! Welcome back!
Hello to you too! I’ve been so busy, with homework and story-writing and so much else. At least school is over soon!
Yes, that is a huge plus. When is your school over? I take my last final this Friday.
Welcome back, by the way!
My school is over May 29. Finally, there may be time to track down that legendary beast known as Free Time…
Yes, not only legendary, but very elusive…….
230.1.1~ Oh I love that book! I remember reading it several times, it was quite good….but yes, there are relatively few classes represented in it.
I really must go to bed, it’s late again, Ugh……..
I have composed a riddle. It’s pretty easy, I thought of it in a minute or so while eating dinner, but I like the way it sounds.
“I am baked from titan mud, I am full of fire and blood. What am I?”
*waves* Nice to see you again, Grant! How goes college? Do you get out soon, or have you already gotten out? I’ve got my last final this Friday, and then I will have conquered my first year of college.
*sigh* It’ll be nice to go home. Where it’s not horribly humid, and where the weather is “normal.” In other words, summers, at hottest, tend to be mid/high 70s…..
Oh, yes, the riddle. Erm, well, I suppose it probably is easy, and perhaps if I wasn’t sick, dreadfully tired, and burnt out on Chemistry studying……Why I’m putting much effort into that, I dunno, I’m guaranteed a B no matter what I get on the final, and only need a 56% for an A…..Er, oops. Sorry, off on a tangent.
I shall go with: a human? Wrong, I’m sure, but…..so tired. *must sleep*
Gah. Like I always tell people: I get very talkative when I don’t get enough sleep. This post is case in point.
Yeah, it’s a human. Isn’t very hard.
Ugh. I JUST finished the AP Global History exam, which was four hours long. (I had to write 3 essays! I. HATE. ESSAYS.) I have absolutely no sense of time right now and I’m feeling very out of it, so my guidance councilor is letting me stay in her room and use her computer while she gets my homework, because I don’t think I’d do very well in Spanish class right now. I guess I’ll stay here the rest of the period, go to Art, then go home.
Did you take the English AP?
No, Social Studies. I’m in Honors English, not AP.
One of the essay questions reminded me of you. I can’t say anything else, or the College Board might find me.
Was it about space or was it about comics?
Space.
244~ Hello again! Nice to see you back. How’s life been treating you?
Ahh! I’m in my CA class and my username changed. I’m just going to keep it Cromwell. Whatever.
Urgh. I think my stomach has decided it’s nervous about my chem final……Lovely, an hour of feeling unwell because my stomach has a mind of its own. I’ve no reason to be nervous, I’d have to do really poorly on the exam to lose my A, but…..Try convincing my stomach of that.
gah. And I ate all my peppermint candies. Drat.
My stomach has also decided to tie itself in knots…
Middle school drama sucks. There’s a dance tonight (which I’m not going to) and everyone is going nuts about it. This always happens the day of the dance. So I ended up getting made fun of and being completely humiliated. So I ran out of the lunchroom and called my mom and made her come pick me up early.
Not to mention the fact that I lost my purse. Which has my cell phone, wallet ($2 of mine, $8 of my dad’s to pay for my dance ticket, library card, ATM card, school ID), several pens and pencils, a flashlight (yes, I’m OCD), a bunch of lip gloss, my flash drive, and… my sketchbook. The worst thing to lose, in my opinion.
SO I have a headache, still, even though I took a Tylenol, and a stomachache.
Meh.
So even though I should be working on physics as I know *NOTHING* from this chapter (literally, it’s independent study and I have barely read one section much less done any problems x_x), I have instead been trying to make myself a Star Trek uniform from things around the house/my closet. It goes not so well. I only have a black tennis skirt I’ve never worn, a short sleeved red shirt and a long sleeved blue one, and I thought I had black tights but I guess I don’t.
x_x
I still need to find tights, knee-high black boots, modify the shirt I pick, make an insignia, ect.
But Lee’s friend’s husband has the actual communicators and other things he might lend us! XD
I’m going with a group of people who are mostly dressing up so this should be fun… we couldn’t go to the midnight premiere because of AP testing –_–
Uuuuugh. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow. *winces*
I hope we can go to the concert though, hopefully I won’t be too out of it to go.
Sorry you’re not feeling well, Luna. Good luck!
Thanks!
Well, I’m off……Should go fine, I think.
Isn’t it about time for version two of this thread? About 525 posts so far.
If the GAPA’s don’t want to, that’s fine with me. Why would we need another anyway?
Did you really count all of the posts? I’m impressed.
It’s got the total at the top of the page. So I’ll hope he looked at that and didn’t count……
Yeah, I just looked up there, although, while I was looking up there, I had a feeling someone would wonder if I counted all of the posts.
Gravatar.com won’t send me an email…
did you check your spam folder?
randomness, huh? very interesting……….like the time i made a v8 commercial with my friend using hands, fake names and wierd vocies. By the way is anyone on right now? I’m so bored so I decided to check out the blog. By the way, don’t ask me about the phrase ello cowy it’s a long, complecated and boring story…….i think this wraps up randomness
I ate a banana cream pie at book club today! (Well, not the whole pie, but a slice.)
Someone sent me an email about how evil Muslims are and how they will take over Europe. Seriously? How racist can you get? Sheesh.
I agree. Stuck in the Middle Ages, much?
At least there are no witch hunts. If someone thought you were a witch, they would throw you into the sea. If you swam, you where a witch and where killed. If you sank, you weren’t a witch but you still died. Definete bummer.
This is me still, I will send an email to confirm.
Okay, so I FINALLY finished all the homework I had (Most of it I had all week to do, but couldn’t, because I had to, you know, STUDY for the exam.)
The crew at the Hubble finished their first spacewalk, and everything is going fine. They removed the famous Wide Field Planetary Camera, which will go to the Smithsonian.
I was back at my old elementary school for a Show Choir performance, at it brought back such memories. Show Choir is a huge deal at G——-: only fifth graders can be in it, and there are probably about five hours or so of practice every week. At the end of the year there’s a trip to Carowinds, a semi-local amusement park, and our show choir has won its competition for twelve years straight. This is going to be the thirteenth year as of May 30. I was year 9, and my younger sister was year 11.
I happened to be at Carowinds on a school trip when year 10 was there, and several of my friends and I watched their performance. When they won, it was almost as wonderful and exhilarating an experience as winning myself–and that, let me tell you, is one of the two or three top experiences of my life thus far.
After watching this year’s performance and sniffling a little, I went and walked around the school for a few minutes. All the lights were off, but when I went and stood outside my fifth grade classroom, I felt as though if I could just open the door and walk in I’d see my friends of four years ago running around doing morning questions or jobs, or learning math with factoring blocks, or even listening to one of Mr. W’s stern lectures.
It’s a strange feeling, to know you’re getting further and further away from a time you cherished. Fifth grade was an absolutely wonderful year for me.
Wheeeeeeeeeeee! I seriously think I dominated by chemistry final! And even if I didn’t, I certainly think I got the necessary 56%. I am so incredibly happy and excited, I swear I was grinning the entire walk back to my dorm.
All I’ve got left is my bioethics “final project” tomorrow, where we go in and watch some show/movie/something, and then answer questions about it……Shouldn’t be too hard, not much studying of any sort to do for that, just review some ethical theories a bit.
In less than 24 hours I will be moved out of my dorm, and on my way HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and I will have conquered one (of eight…..*insert nose wrinkle*) year of college. w00t!
*is very excited/hyper/whatever, in case you couldn’t tell*
Congrats! I still have 29 days in my sophomore year of high school.
Thanks. Twenty-nine? Dang, that’s into June. That sucks…..I’m sure it’ll go incredibly fast, though.
My last day of school is June 17th. *has mixed feelings about that*
That’s great! My dad’s a chem professor, and one of my best friends just finished up her finals… she’s going home now too.
Speaking of friends… gah, half of mine are moving/going to different schools/going back to their original schools next year. *dies*
I DON’T REALLY HAVE MANY FRIENDS ANYWAY!!Oops… hit capslock. Didn’t mean to scream that.You know how you can comment on Pandora artist/CD/song pages? There are about 20 EXTREMELY obnoxious people who yell all their posts in capitals. WHY THE HECK DO THEY DO THAT????? *mutters*
good for you! But I’m glad I’m glad I’m nowhere near collage. Eek! I’m graduating in 19 days! EEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!
That’s good. So many people spend their time wishing they were grown up, and then……Let’s just say that I, anyway, wish I could return to being a kid again. Six years old sounds nice, ‘though 6th grade wasn’t too bad, I don’t think. I dunno, I was homeschooled. Up until 8th grade when I started correspondence classes via out of state high schools/colleges, it all sort of ran together.
So you’ll be starting Junior High next year, then? That should be exciting, I think.
260 – Graduating middle school? That’s exciting!
I’m about sixteen days away from the end of my freshman year of high school!
Nope, but close. Elementry.Our school goes up to 6th grade. I’ve been reading muse since I was eight. Yup. Eight.
260- My graduation was so boring. The teachers did this weird War of the Worlds/Wizard of Oz thing. The dance and food afterward were fun, though!
Really? We’re singing a mix of wonderful world and somewhere over the rainbow hawiian stlye.
Wow. they always do weird thing at middle school graduation. High school graduation seems like the most boring thing on this earth, from what I’ve seen on the local television station that broadcasts them every year.
They BROADCAST them?! What’s the point of THAT?! Oh, gotta go. Mom’s gotta print some labels. And I belive it’s elementry, not middle. If it WAS middle i’d be flipping out even more. Post # 261.1. Above your first comment about graduation. I’ll be on about 12:30ish 2morrow. Minumum day. Gotta run! Goodbye Musers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
259~ Great, congratulations! Wait….8 years? Oh, you’re studying to be a vet, right? *is not entirely sure*
258~ Last fall I went to Calvert Cliffs to a little campground place where I spent several of the best summers of my life (it was an old girl scout camp, with awesome rustic cabins, now privately owned and rented out). It was back when Ms. C’s little school was still going, and the homeschool group that gathered around it. A bunch of kids, aged 8 to 12, great friends all, having a blast on the cliffs and beach, plus incredible field trips. I cherish the memories of those summers.
Well, I went back with just my parents and seeing the boy’s cabin occupied by another family, and not staying in the girl’s cabin was hard, though if we’d have been in our old cabin I probably would have just cried the whole time. Walking on the beach in the moonlight without my best friends was hard, not going swimming in our clothes and then getting covered with sand as we plopped down and ate sticky marshmallows….getting back to our cabins dropping wet, tired as heck and cold with sore feet since we hadn’t built up calluses yet.
I half expected to wake up and see them all, looking how they did years ago, playing four square in the basketball court.
As it is, I only see Muffy now, she’s the last one I know from that group, the others I haven’t seen in years.
It is hard, to get farther away from memories, especially ones that are so clear and cherished, with the realization that those times are never coming back.
Thanks! And yes, 8 years…..*sniffle* And yup, I’m studying to be a veterinarian–it’s been my goal since first grade, if not younger. Requires 3-4 years of undergrad, then another 4 years of vet school. And once I’m a year or two into vet school, my summers shrink drastically, as the program here only give you around a month and a half of summer vacation between second and third, and third and fourth year of vet school……*grumble* That’s going to suck. But it’ll all be worth it in the end, I’m sure.
I don’t even want to think about how in debt I’m going to be when I’m finished. *shudder*
okay to repost my oddly misplaced question (I think I refreshed weirdly, sorry gapas)…
Has anyone received invitation type things to college open houses? No the automated type stuff that you get because of the PSAT/SAT but stuff from colleges that you are actually potentially interested in.
yar, I am just wondering.
Back when I was in high school, I received lots of college mail about open houses, among other things. a lot of it was just because of my PSAT scores, but some was from college I was looking into…..
Piggy, did you just try to post a comment? I was reading one, clicked something, and it disappeared. I’m not sure what happened.
Uh, I don’t think so, at least not for half an hour or so, although my memory is rather faulty.
Oh, good. Although it’s probably not surprising that I would worry more about losing someone’s comment than about losing my mind….
No, you very well might not be losing your mind, at least not in this respect. I honestly cannot fully remember if and when I posted.
OH, NO I MISSED MY BLOGIVERSARY!!!
All throughout April I was thinking to myself, “I’m not going to forget, I’m not going to forget…” and I did!!! Wah!!!
Anyway, I have now officially been on MuseBlog for more than a year. Yippee for me!
Awesome! Congratulations!
don’t feel bad about missing it–I managed to miss mine when it came up toward the end of March, after spending the entire month of March prior telling myself I wasn’t going to forget……Yeah.
That was me, with my birthday.
Sad.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
242.11) *envious stare* I get out of this penitentiary on July 3. School starts on the first monday in september here, so I guess it evens out. But at least there are some holidays in between. I have to enjoy them: from next year on, {nasty names for the austrian education minister} is cutting down our holidays. (I self-snipped a long rant about her here)
We did vectors in math today- nice little arrows, funfunfun ! Sorry, I think school’s getting to my head…Only 29 more (school-) days until summer vacation !
(263) Fiddler, about Calvert Cliffs: Did you find sharks’ teeth?
I am new here
I went to a magical world full of unicorns. It was called Narnia I met some kids and a beaver and genetically altered goat-men.
Wow. You can be pretty random.
Oops. wrong screen name. That last comment was mine.
Um…Oh wow. this is extremely confusing…I feel like I’m in some kind of time paradox.
A neophyte, are you? Or Cromwell, are you? Hmmm?
OK. Adam (Jack Robinson) is a guy at our school. On my account, I showed him MuseBlog and he posted. The second comment I put but I forgot to change the screen name. The fourth comment referred to how I couldn’t see Adam’s posts because they didn’t show up yet but I had commented on them. I had commented in a chain but it was all messed up.
So, I’m all done with school for the year! w00t!
My bioethics “final project” went well, I think. It was, in fact, a Law and Order episode that we watched, like the teacher had claimed, I just hadn’t been sure if he was joking or not.
So, anyway, we watched that, then answered some questions, including an essay…….I shall hop over to hot topics and some point (hopefully) and babble about it. HT, because given that it is closely related to a similar discussion that we just had on there that didn’t end so happily for some involved, I don’t think it would be good to start a conversation about it here.
Anyway, it involved some doctor guy who claimed to have found a genetic marker for homosexuality. If I forget, remind me to babble over on the HT thread, at some point…….Or don’t remind me, if you’d rather I forget.
I still have two weeks of school…
Well, I’m doing better. I finished my science for the year, and Mom’s burned out, so I’m not doing german or spelling anymore. My writing assignment for the rest of the year is AWESOME, (I’m writing a speech, but I got to chose the topic, and the topic is really exciting me.) and the reading isn’t too bad. Math is math, but it’s better then it was. School’s not too bad right now. Yes, I’m homeschooled, for those wondering.
Oh, and Kai? Thanks for telling us all about the space shuttle! My co-op teacher asked a question about it in class today.
You’re welcome. Mike Massimino (My fellow New Yorker!) is spacewalking right now and they’re replacing Hubble’s guidance sensors.
Hey everybuggy.
I’ve been gone for a while, and I was wondering if the socalkokon where people are planning HAWK and MissSwan’s wedding. If so, could you please direct me to it? And maybe the Jokes and Riddles page? thank you.
TTFN, TTLY MFPQ
*zing*
268~ I tried, but never did, while Connor (one of the other kids there) could find the most incredibly tiny ones that looked like grains of sand. Humph. I thought I found one once, but we concluded that it was, in fact, a very shark’s tooth-y rock. *sigh* Maybe someday…
Oh ow. I don’t feel very good. Tooth pulling this morning. I guess it went well. The laughing gas had absolutely no effect on me whatsoever, but being hooked up to the IV wasn’t as bad as I was worrying about, although my arm still hurts.
So does my mouth, and I’m still bleeding, ugh. Got rid of the gauze though, it’s nice not to be clamped down on a piece of fabric, but swallowing hurts like crazy and I feel like I’m gonna yank something out. *whimpers slightly* Me no likes.
I fainted several times on the way to and from my room, scaring mom to death I think. She’s been watching me like a hawk every time I move, which is good actually. Opening your eyes and being on the floor with no idea of how you got there isn’t very fun at all. Remind me never to get drunk or stoned.
I can walk around a little better now. Not quite as dizzy, and things aren’t tilting as much when I look at them, nor threatening to go completely black.
*whines*
And I’m missing a choir concert that I really wanted to go to. Or a movie at the library.
And my friend has just told me en has pie. *burrows under covers and wallows in self pity*
269, ect. *eyes cross* This is confusing me.
272- *huggles* Sudo! Welcome back! The SoCalKoKon thread can currently be found on the Recent Comments side bar, or search it in the search box. Sorry, but I’m too lazy to link it right now. And there is going to be a kokon in Boston on June 12th, with me, MissSwann, Syllabub, and RoseQuartz (and electros, but you don’t know him and he doesn’t count anyway
) coming. You’re welcome to come too!
By the way, I get really bugged when people say ‘everybuggy’ in places other than letters to Spider or Cricket. The word is everybody. Learn that, grasshopper.
And yes, I realize that last sentence was extremely ironic…
273- Laughing gas? Wow. I used to have this REALLY sort of violent dentist who decided I should have a loose tooth pulled because it was impeding the growth of the tooth under it!!? They didn’t give me chloroform, they just injected some local numbing stuffle, which just magnified the pain, and then yanked it out. I’ve since found a much nicer dentist.
275~ I had my wisdom teeth removed today. I was completely unconscious for the surgery (since the teeth hadn’t actually come in yet…), but when I woke up it really hurt. My lower lip was completely swollen and painful. Thankfully I can make faces again, with caution…..
Hi everyone! I haven’t been posting for a while.. just lurking… How is everyone?
277- Hey, long time no see. I’ve been fine, I guess. How ’bout you?
Salutations, ‘Moon! We’re all just spiffy, thanks. How is every little thing with you?
Oh, Robert, I found an interesting coincidence a bit ago. Or is it just a coincidence? Do you, and your MA house’s animal, have anything to do with Heron’s formula, i.e., area equals the square root of s(s-a)(s-b)(s-c) where s is the semiperimeter of a triangle? I highly doubt those two things are unrelated.
I meditate on Heron’s formula day and night. Members of Coontz House are assigned it as a mantra to focus on during their Concentration lessons.
Are potatoes supposed to be green? I know they generally aren’t but i was peeling some right now and there’s a layer of green below the skin. Not moldy green, a sort of yellowish green tone. And I’m kind of worried. Because everyone in our family ate the vichysoisse.
I’m going to an amusement park in a few minutes! First time ever! Yay!
OH MY GOSH I am so excited!!! I had my first track meet yesterday afternoon (it would have been our 3rd, but the first two got canceled) and it was so awesome! I got first in my heat in the 100m, did pretty well for my first meet doing high jump (3′ 10″, and almost made 4′) and I jumped 12′ 5″ on long jump!!! My best EVER!!! I can’t wait ’till the results get posted for placement.
SFTDP
Of course. I messed up my HTML again. *headdesk*
I had my last track meet on Wednesday – last for me, anyways, everybody else still has Prelims/Districts next week, but I’ll be away and won’t be able to attend that.
This was my first year doing track, and it was fairly fun..long jump is definitely my favorite event. (I also did the 100, 200, and 400) My current best is 12′ 9 3/4″ (at the last meet). I really want to break 13′, which I would have done last meet if I hadn’t scratched by a tiny bit the last two times.
But, that would require doing track in high school next year. I would really rather not, because they don’t have As and Bs anymore and I would have to compete with all of the tall girls instead of people my own size.
GAPAs, where is the Stupid
Sensless Smiley Stories thread?
I’m being taken over by Mr. Joe, but I will resist! (That was an accident.)
Go to the “Search for:” box and type in “senseless.” You’ll find the latest SSSS thread, and all the others, too.
281~ No, they’re not. They turn that greenish hue when they’ve been exposed to sunlight. If it’s just a tiny bit I wouldn’t worry about it, but if they’re really colored probably scrap them. Remember, they are members of the nightshade family, so treat them with caution and always make sure they don’t get exposed to too much light.
Or it’s just the chlorophyll.
Ho esperi. That’s potato chips. Nevermind!
Although, is it a possibility?
Also: I didn’t know they were nightshades! I thought that was tomatoes….
Ho esperi dua. Just looked it up.
http ://ww w.deliciousorganics.co m/Controversies/nightshade. htm
Both of them are.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
I made my friend cry. Their parents divorced, and the people they know betray them, and they rely on me, and I told a lie… Trust issues. I made them cry.
This is horrible.
/gradster(1)/ – Secretary of Bureaucracy of the ASAP
285.1~ Yup. So is eggplant.
286~ Ouch.
Hello.
I am back, awake after the long day at state yesterday.
I’ll cut right to the chase: 4th in strings, 2nd in symphony.
To tell you the truth, I’m very disappointed. In strings, we did way better than last year and we still only got 4th. Last year we got 3rd. I’m disappointed by that most of all. I guess all the other orchestras got better, too.
Symphony I’m just mad about.
First, let me tell you the scoring system. In the performance category, each of the three judges scores the group out of one hundred points, for a total of three hundred points possible. In the sightreading section, one judge scores the group out of sixty points.
In sightreading, a group is given a seven minute time to go over the music. No playing is allowed during this time or else five points will be taken off.
Definition of “playing” is determined by the judge.
In this case, the judge was very, very strict about playing. Even accidentally dropping you bow onto your string will result in a loss of five points.
That’s exactly what happened in symphony sightreading.
Guess how many points seperated us from 1st place.
Four.
I’m really mad at the sightreading guy. I really hope that he never judges for the competition ever again.
But I shouldn’t be bitter. At least I know that we really did win.
I feel really down in the dumps because we did really well and we didn’t get the placing that I expected. Last year, I was shocked that we did so well in placings because I personally thought that we didn’t play so hot.
Every time I think of the fourth place trophy in strings, I chide myself becuse it’s way better than not getting a trophy at all. They announce the trophies in this order: 4th, 3rd, 2nd, 1st. I keep thinking of what it would be like to not hear your school called for the 4th 3rd and 2nd trophies, being absolutely sure that you won, and hearing another school’s name announced. That would be the most horrible thing imaginable.
Well, I’m going to stop this really long post now. No exclamation points this year, folks. Sorry.
Okay, so I have to go to bed soon, but we visited the Intrepid museum at Pier 86 today, and it was AWESOME!
I’m not really sure where to post this, but for some reason I can’t post on the May Birthdays Thread. There simply isn’t a comment box… Is it just my computer?
Yes, a bit of confusion there. Try again.
290- There were two different May Birthdays Threads. Try this one.
Ah, that clears it up… Thank you!
Robert, Piggy – I’m wonderful, thanks! I’ve been mostly lurking in the past couple months, really.
We got a kitten today! So cute! *Falls over from cuteness*
Thanks all for potato the advice.
293- Awesome! What does it look like? I’ve always wanted one but my mom’s allergic and my dad dislikes most animals. *ramblesonandon: generic wants-pet-but-can’t-get-one-on-fault-of-others story*
I like the Chieftain’s Fireland tune. I’m trying to learn it on my violin but it goes WAY too fast and when I slow it down on Audacity it sounds like an out-of-tune cello. So far all I’ve succeeded in doing is annoying my family and immediate neighbors.
The national spelling bee’s in one week! And I have about four end-of-the-year school projects that I have to do alone and on my own time because of it. Curse you, E. W. Scripps!
Hello MB! I haven’t been here in a while. How is everyone?
294 (Kokopelli52)- She’s a tabby. She’s really cute! She’s brown and black with big white patches.
Okay, so this is going to be my new name. I hope no one gets mad at me…..*has defense pies ready*
That’s a pretty name, and maybe it’s similar enough that people will remember it easily.
Thanks, that makes me feel better.
I think it’s a very pretty name.
*screams* Okay, so I belong to this other online community that apparently uses wordpress because the site’s emoticons include Mr. Joe! But their smilies are a whole lot better (No offense.) They’re more 3-D.
296- Well, I’ve been fine. But the real question concerns your state of being.
298- *pies* I can barely remember the people who don’t change their names, much less those who do. A gravatar would help me remember you (and others) better. *hint*
300- Meh. *piepiepie* And I haven’t had time to get a gravatar, but I will, just for you Piggy.
298~ That’s a pretty name, I’ll try to remember it’s you. Like Rebecca said though, it’s similarity will be helpful, except that you’ve gone from a dessert to a tree.
298- I like the new name! I’ll probably still think of you as Syllabub for a while, but I’ll get used to it eventually. It took me something like four months to stop calling RoseQuartz LadyG, but it happened eventually. And yes, I agree that an avatar would be helpful.
Last night I stayed up until midnight-thirty watching the season two finale of Doctor Who, and then cried my eyes out for another ten or fifteen minutes, at first because of the show, and then because I kept thinking of other similar endings. And then I woke up this morning with a headache and my eyes hurt.
Crying is very weird. I mean, honestly–when we experience strong emotion we exude salt water from our eyes. How do those link at all?
Interesting point. Crying is weird. But you fell sort of better afterward.
Crying does get rid of excess stress hormones in our systems, so that helps emotionally. Perhaps someone could write to the Q&A column about crying?
We just had a carnival so we could donate profits to Darfur…It was really fun, and I won a cake, which may have been the best part, since it is three pounds. Well, that’s all. I guess I’l head to another post.
ANNOUNCEMENT!
Everyone even slightly interested in the Alchemy RRR thread, PLEASE come here! We’re dying! Please bring us back to life!
Could you summarize the plot so far?
OHHHHHHHHHHMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYGOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!!!!!!
I AM SECOND PLACE IN THE WORLD NOW!
(for an idea of what I’m talking about, here: http:// climate. jpl. nasa. gov/ Eyes/ eyes. html . I’m under the name of OHPKR1, with a 88. That is 26 points away from the leader.)
So I watched spacevidcast’s live stream from the Hubble and saw Mike Massimino unscrew 111 screws, one by one, with a drill-thingy… in space!
It’s amazing how much cooler the simplest tasks become when they’re in space.
Watching Star Trek DVDs and trying to make a costume (even though I haven’t a long-sleeved shirt I can alter so I have to use short sleeved, and I will probably be wearing pants not a miniskirt and I don’t own knee-high boots making the whole costume thing rather a flop but I am trying anyway) and not doing physics and I think I am getting sick and incoherent.
302, 303- Thanks!
I…forgot what I was going to say. Blast!
Oh yes. I’m going to buy the entire season three of Doctor Who on iTunes.
I have lots of math homework, and I need to do laundry and practice my violin and possibly read A Tale of Two Cities and I should go do these things now because then I can watch Doctor Who tonight maybe.
310, ect- Um, Alice….. could you possibly answer my question in comment#90, since you seem to be the possible biggest fan on here? *headdesk* This is so stupid…. I’m almost thirteen and I don’t know what this caking thing is even about. Bleaggh.
311- Doctor Who is a sci-fi TV show which started in the 60s and then went off the air in the 90s and then started up again in…2004? Anyway, it’s about this guy, called the Doctor, who’s the last of the Time Lords (or is it one word?) who travels around time and space in his…spaceship, for lack of a better word, which is called the TARDIS (Time And Relative Dimension In Space, I believe) and is shaped like a 60s telephone booth, saving the world/universe as necessary. The Doctor regenerates whenever he’s dying, so over the course of forty-odd years there’ve been 10 Doctors, and an 11th one next year. The Doctor also always has a companion, or several, who are just regular people who travel around with him and help him save the world/universe. Then there are the Daleks, who supposedly all died in the Time War (that’s where the Time Lords fought against the Daleks, and that’s why the Doctor’s the only Time Lord left), but who keep turning up and getting killed and turning up again.
It’s a really good show, You should watch it.