A good-news counterpart to the FAIL Thread — for describing times when things turn out better than you could have imagined.
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A good-news counterpart to the FAIL Thread — for describing times when things turn out better than you could have imagined.
KaiYves’s space-station linkup certainly belongs here.
Aww, thanks, Mr. Coontz!
That wa quick.
Gym/nerds- I’m probably the nerdiest girl in my gym class. I’m also the fittest. WIN.
Barack me Obamadeus!! = WIN.
Life is FAIL shirt = WIN!!
HEARTACHE OVER INNSMOUTH
song by Drabblecast on youtube.
Go find it now. It turned “The Shadow Over Innsmouth,” a horror story by H. P. Lovecraft, into an epic love song. So awesome.
“‘Cause you’re my quasi-icthyian angel
You’re my half-amphibian queen
You’re the Overlord of my Universe
You’re the Tormentor of my Dreams
You’re my starry-eyed web-footed wonderful
You swallow my sanity
You’re my fish-frog sweetheart
Baby let me be your
Filthy gibbering lunatic prieeeeest!”
Yesterday I wrote an elegy about a lost wiffle ball. Today I wrote one about my aunt moving away. Yay.
My best friend and I used to be CRAZY about wiffle balls! Now I never see my old friends any more. Both human and wiffle ball.
Search “Einstein the worlds tiniest horse” on youtube…….
He is soo cute, a definite win!
Monty Python clips go without saying, as does Muse! (duh!)
finally I must add my high school’s french fries..
Edible food in the cafeteria??? That’s just not natural…
My middle school’s french fries are better than McDonalds’, I swear. And their cookies…
i must add my schools food period. I mean, dessert every day? Burritos? Popsicles? Ice cream? Pizza? Fried chicken day? Fair foods, with cotton candy? I could go on and on.
3 – Me too. Although I’m also the laziest, I spend most of gym with my hands in my pockets.
7 – Your school serves good food?
My school’s café is actually pretty high-quality. On a restaurant scale? Two or three stars. And they’re preparing for fourteen hundred teenagers in the space of an hour and a half.
The breakfast food is actually really good. Waffles and wraps and bagels and pancakes and churros and stuff…
-A
*is extremely jealous* We get terrible food… And it’s boarding school, so we pretty much don’t have a choice about whether to eat there…
Murf… I’m sorry. I wish I could help. :/
-A
Today I was wearing:
Black pants
black tshirt
black jacket
grey Converses
a black cap with “got music?” on it.
Today I was sitting in the waiting area of (snip) forever. My sister had orchestra. Some college students were walking by, and one of them said “Oh look! It’s an emo music lover!”
WIN. Especially when I’ve got my mom saying that emo means potato in Japanese. Basically, I’m a potato music lover, according to my mom.
EPIC WIN.
A potato music lover?
Yeah. My mom now envisions me as a music-themed Mr. Potato Head.
What.
She keeps trying to say “emu” instead. Which, really, uh, is a fail. *headdesk*
So either I’m a potato or I’m an emu. XD
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *falls over laughing* Oh, fireh, you are EXTREMELY funny.
Okay, and today I had an interesting conversation with a friend.
“A…potato emu….with turrets carved into it?”
That is the result of us trying to figure out what a gothic emu potato is, because those are the three things my mom calls me.
Similar to fireh’s story, yesterday I wore a black shirt, zebra-print duct tape bow tie, black-and-white striped armwarmer type things made out of some old socks, 3-D glasses with the lenses punched out, dark skinny jeans and black converse with yellow laces. Several people commented that I was looking emo, and an equal/greater number commented on the awesomeness of my outfit. EPIC WIN.
My AP Physics review book made a reference to Discworld!
… Win.
-A
One of my friends suggested a general EPIC thread about epic wins, epic fails, and The Oddysey.
My teacher’s playing “Galileo” by Indigo Girls right now!
Okay, so my school is having an over-the-weekend activity. I’m in the choir for the event. Over the past two weeks, it seemed like this things was never going to come together. The two choir heads (Juniors) were almost never at the practices at the same time, people skipped practice, etc.
Today, the day before we perform, the entire choir (about 14 people) showed up for our last practice. Somehow, though some miracle, everyone knew what they were supposed to be singing and when to sing it. It sounded really good.
WIN!!!!
I hope this means we can pull it off tomorrow.
I got here on the random clicker. WIN. COMPLETE AND TOTAL WIN. Especially because now I have an excuse to post. And I really do think it was a win. How funny. /ramble
This was a few years ago, but I went to a retreat for the Peer Mediating group at my school, and we all had to pick a personal story to tell the group. We were sitting in our sleeping bags in a circle, and the way they chose to go around, I ended up being last.
Most of their stories were very sad, and a lot of us were crying. By the time they got to me, I wanted to change my story, but we weren’t allowed to. So I went ahead anyway:
“Last summer, I went to Australia, and we visited an island that was a nature preserve. Our tour manager told us that on the island, there were animals called Drop Bears that were like koalas, but bigger and with sharp teeth and claws. She said if a drop bear fell out of a tree onto our heads, it would kill us. So, understandably, we were pretty scared.
“Between the restaurant where we ate dinner and our hotel in the resort, there was a dark path that wen through the woods. My friend Sam was scared, so we all went in a big group. Sam, Angie and me in front, and our friends Nick and Peter in back.
Nick: ‘Oooh, Sam, the Drop Bears are going to get you!’
Sam: ‘Knock it off, Nick, that’s not funny.’
Nick: *Makes monkey noises*
Sam: ‘Stop it!’
“So he stopped it, and he snuck up behind her and shouted ‘BOO!’ and Sam took off running like crazy, still holding Angie’s hand. We all ran after her, and she stopped at the only lighted place between the restaurant and the hotel, which was the ping-pong courts.
Angie: ‘You nearly tore my arm out of its socket!’
Sam: ‘That was a really jerk thing of you to do, Nick!’
Nick: ‘Sorry, I-‘
*Twig snaps*
Everybody, even Nick: ‘AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!’
“And we all took off running and didn’t stop until we were in our hotel rooms with the doors locked. The next morning, we found out that, oh yeah, Drop Bears DON’T EXIST!”
By this point, the entire room was laughing hysterically. And that was the biggest WIN I ever had, speaking in front of a room fully of crying people and making them laugh their heads off.
I have acquired the 44 songs of the Les Miserables soundtrack for only 14 dollars! Win!
Win. *owns Les Mis* *just got the original cast recording of Chess* Which is also win.
My APUSH teacher is letting me borrow his vintage LIFE commemorative Apollo 11 issue!
(I was typing that fast, and I nearly wrote “Apollo 22”, which would be a major fail on my part, except if there had actually been an Apollo 22, that would be a win, so…)
Today was Star Wars Day (May fourth pun here), so I stuck my lightsaber (toy, sadly, but it lights up and makes noises :D) in my backpack.
Then in math, our teacher left the room to go make copies, so my class (all 6 of us) decided to play a trick on him when he got back. I gave M (guy in class) my lightsaber and black hoodie (if you pull the hood down it makes you look kind of like a Sith lord!), and he stood in the corner waiting for our teach to come back. Which took fifteen minutes, because two of the copiers he tried to use jammed. But then M jumped out yelling, which would have worked better if he wasn’t about half the hight of our teacher. But it was fun anyway.
Okay, am I the only one totally missing why May fourth is important and related to Star Wars?
-A
May the Fourth be with you!
Say it out loud: May the fourth be with you.
No, you’re not.
May the 4th be with you. (May the force be with you)
I only know that cuz someone on FB mentioned it a couple days ago….*shrug*
Yay, Happy Star Wars Day, everybody!
Hoorah! Happy Star Wars Day, everyone!
(I yelled that out in science class today and was very pleased when people actually knew what I was talking about! :D)
My mom used the word “cake” as a verb yesterday (“[Cat’s Eye], do you want to cake before or after Hebrew School?”) I’m so proud of her.
Cross-posted from the Random Thread:
I sent an e-mail to a Disney podcast back in March talking about a lot of things, but mostly floating the idea of a Virgin Galactic-sponsored space ride for Tomorrowland… and they finally read it on-air! And they said it was a great idea and they learned a lot from reading my e-mail… AND they put the link to the VG website I posted in their show notes!
(They thought I was a guy, though, but I don’t really care. I thought “Kai” was a recognizable girl’s name, though?)
Today Keiffer and I changed the home pages of all the school computers we could get our hands on to pictures of Ziggy Stardust.
Did Mrs. Connors notice? Did you do it on the student accounts?
Yeah, it was on the students account (because otherwise no one but us would see it) and no, she didn’t notice.
Wowww. Fail, Mrs. Connors.
I made a totally Pwnsome Kokopelli for President t-shirt, and a
hat that has the smiley and : twisted : draw on it! They are both total Wins. I’m going to take pictures of them soon and send the in to the Visual Arts thread.
By the way, would one capitalize Pwnsome? Or leave it lower case?
P.S. Pseudonym! You should have ditched soccer practice and come!!! It was an amazazing ceramics class!
Another Win: I finished the sketch of Asparagus for Armada!!! And he doesn’t look at all contorted or weird!!! Which is a total Win for me.
(Aparagus = character from Cats… if you don’t know…)
Romance and Relationships this week’s top thread. I don’t even know whether to consider that win or fail…
It’s the top thread of the last few hours. (See Robert’s comment on the random thread.)
Yesterday, I went jogging in a park with my friend during gym class. As usual, we were getting some stares/leers (she’s blonde, I’m well endowed in certain areas) from various homeless people and other random druggies, which was starting to make us feel a bit uncomfortable (if you were there, so would you). Then the police came and did a drug razzia. They smiled at us and various leer-ers were being questioned. I think that qualifies as a WIN.
Um…creepy.
Awesome!
Ha, nice. Though the way you phrased it (“if you were there, so would you”) made it sound as though we would have stared as well.
Don’t joke about that. I have my suspicions about certain people on the blog…:)
My latest WIN: my mom said I can pre-order Alice in Wonderland if I diligently do my chores for the week! Which ends tomorrow!
This thread is higher in the popular threads bar than the Fail thread. WIN
SudoRandom was asking me to be a drummer in his band, AGAIN, after I told him I didn’t want to dishonor Ringo Starr. “No!” I said. “Why not?” he replied.
WIN!
The other day in math:
Identify the angles of elevation and depression (in square ABCD that has a diagonal line down the center)
Elevation: <ACD
Depression: <BAD
XD EPIC WIN!
I couldn't stop laughing. It's a real math problem that I did, and it's the correct answer. XD
I was having a conversation in a chat room about a story I’m writing set in an alternate 1980s.
Me: “The leaders are all the same, though. Reagan is the president of the US.”
The guy I was talking to: “And Gorby is the Russian premier?”
Me: “Yup.”
TGIWTT: “Which means Margaret Thatcher is u”
He was trying to say “UK Prime Minister”, but he had to log off right then, so the last thing he said was telling me in Bad Videogame Translation English that I’m Margaret Thatcher.
That’s a win.
“Merry christmas, Maggie Thatcher, we all celebrate the day-
’cause it’s one day
closer to your death!”
XD That’s win. Sad thing is, when I read your post, I thought you were Bookgirl.
I assumed he was “saying” it in the positive sense, but imagining it meant in a negative way makes it even funnier.
At the James Webb Space Telescope display today in Battery Park…
Some guy: “Who was James Webb, anyway?”
Grumman explainer guy: “He was NASA’s third Administrator, who really helped the Apollo program take shape. He was a political friend of Johnson’s with no engineering experience, but he was a great organizer and he was exactly who the program needed to organize everything and defend against uncooperative policitians.”
All of us in the crowd: “Oh, okay.”
Grumman explainer guy: “The name was approved in 2002 by then NASA Administrator Sean O’Keefe.”
Me: “That makes sense, because O’Keefe was also a political appointee with no prior aerospace experience.”
*Grumman explainer guy gets yucky look*
*Grumman explainer guy is very quiet for a few seconds*
Grumman explainer guy: “Yes, but Webb did a good job as Administrator.”
BURNED.
That kind of total burn with only body language and one sentence = WIN.
So was the burn on you, GruExGuy or Sean O’Keefe?
Burn on Sean O’Keefe.
Today, we had some free time during biology class when one kid had a verbal exam. Of course, so-one studies. The guys immediately start b****ing about some guys in another homeroom, the girls start a major-scale paper ball attack and my friend and I developed a sort of spitball launcher (which broke, but looked really cool. The remnants of the pen are still glued to the desk, ‘cept the spring which we accidentally launched at A (we hit R with the ball as intended)). Sophomores FTW
Wait, the guys were doing the b****ing and the girls were throwing things? Wow.
More school wins:
“Does anyone besides Margaret want to volunteer for the pop quiz? No? I don’t think anyone is going to listen anyway, so I’ll just give Margaret a good mark and we’ll move on to something else.”
WIN. Okay, I’ve volunteered for every beginning-of-the-class pop quiz but one since may (and gotten a + every time), but WIN all the same. Now will she finally give me an A?
My hotel room has Internet!!!!! That must be a win.
Another great one-sentence diss, this time from a Disney podcast I listen to called All About The Mouse…
Guest: “The Beach Club resort looks interesting from what I’m reading, it was a Michael Eisner favorite, whatever that means today, I’m not sure…”
Jonathan: “I’m sorry, Michael who?”
Cross-posted from the Random Thread, at fireh’s suggestion:
I realized I made a really great and sneaky joke completely unintentionally.
In one story I wrote, there are two astronauts named Major Jack Swiftwater and Captain Tom McNamara.
If you switched their titles around, you’d have Major Tom and Captain Jack. (Both of which are names of characters from songs, although there are quite a lot of other Captain Jacks running around, and I actually thought of Jack Sparrow before I thought of the song.)
This is the third day in a row I’ve woken up at exactly 11:11. I personally find this to be an unintentional WIN.
Here’s a WIN that happened during/after camp.
So on Wednesday, (or was it Thursday?) Hiro was messing with my head, for example saying he played the viola and was Korean. XD And then at Mitsuwa yesterday (the day after camp ended, right?) I saw Hiro over in the soda section so I snuck up behind him and waited for him to notice me. Finally he turned around, and all but fell over in shock.
Me: Hi, Hiro!
What the- hang on, aren’t you from camp? You play the piano, right? What are you doing here? Are you Japanese?
I forgot about that…
Oh, you’re getting that drink? It’s pretty good, isn’t it?
Hiro:
Me: *laughing* Yes, I’m Japanese- I TOLD YOU THAT ON WEDNESDAY. Remember? You were like “No, I’m Korean” and Ben said you were “Shinese”?
Hiro: …..oh yeah.
Me:
Hiro: *looks at soda* Yeah.
*the rest of my family catches up with me* *Hiro looks at my sister confusedly*
Hiro: Doesn’t your sister play the piano?
Me: Yup.
Hiro: Then… why is she carrying a violin?
Me: *laughs*
Hiro: *flees as the rest of my family walks over*
I consider that fair revenge on him for messing with my brain. XD I messed with his brain enough, I think, by randomly appearing behind him at the Japanese store the day after camp finished. WIN.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Poor Hiro, he probably didn’t know what hit him. XD
Yup, especially when he had completely forgotten that I was Japanese. XD
I went to eat with my little brother at a Mexican restaurant, and he misread “gallo” (Spanish for chicken) on the menu board as “Galileo”. I raised him right!
Pollo is Spanish for chicken, actually.
“Gallo” is rooster.
Ugh! I knew that! What’s wrong with me?
I was watching the 100th episode of SpaceVidcast last night, and their guest was Andrew Chaikin, the famous writer and space historian. It was a great interview, but after the show, they let people in the chat room ask questions to Mr. Chaikin, and the hosts picked my message to pass on to him!
I said that I was a writer, too, and that I really liked his book “Mission Control: This is Apollo”, and that when I have bad days, I like to go to the library and read it and look at the paintings, and I feel better.
He said that was the nicest thing anybody can ever say to a writer and… HE WISHED ME LUCK! Woo! Andrew Chaikin wished me luck as a writer!
My clumsy self+a 5-day kayak trip+never flipping the boat and ending up in the freezing water of Puget Sound=definite win.
*pokes thread* I already posted this is the Random Thread, but here it is again:
When we were flying back from Oregon, the announcer person was going over the instructions. At the end, he said, “Speak now or forever hold your peaceâ€. And when we landed, he said, “All riseâ€! He was an awesome guy.
Today’s win: Bobby provided me with ebooks of LOTR, the Hobbit, and the Children of Húrin.
*is envious*
I guess you didn’t see that several days later my e-reader became destroyed.
Was that ever resolved?
No, it wasn’t.
Yesterday, while we were driving home from the XC meet, there was a commercial on the radio that involved chat-speak, and one of the abbreviations the girl used was “ISS”.
My brother immediately shouted “International Space Station!”
My friend and I had an epic geeky moment at school today. We were walking to class. There is a patch of trees on the way. Among the trees was a statue-one we hadn’t seen before, and both of us have been going to that school for four years. We saw the back of it, then walked around to the front. Then:
My friend:”That statue doesn’t have a face.”
*our minds connect*
Me: “Angel. ****.”
We then proceeded to not blink, coordinating our movements so that at least one of us was always looking at the statue, finally rushing indoors. On the way out, we did the same thing. It was really awesome.
WIN.
Brilliant. But, you do realize, once you were indoors and no longer looking at it, you were extremely lucky it didn’t just follow you in and get you?
Curse you, Luna, I hadn’t thought about that.
We figured since it didn’t have a face anymore it hadn’t eaten(?) in a while and would move pretty slowly. Also, by that point there were other people moving around outside. Thankfully.
Yes, sacrifice the other people to the Lonely Assassin, that’s an excellent idea, actually. Just like when escaping from any vicious animal, trip the slowest member of your group and run for your life….
But, yes, if it’s face was gone, chances are it wasn’t going to be doing much moving at all.
Hee hee. There’s an angel statue across the street from my cousin’s house. Gave us a bit of a start when we came out straight from watching Time of the Angels and Flesh and Stone, to see it across the street. So we did the whole wink/turn around and watch it while walking away.
It was really to small to be an Weeping Angel, though…
Sometime last week (I think it was last Thursday), in the Archery unit of my Individual Sports class, I shot 25 points (out of 30) from a distance of what I counted was 25 steps.
“That still only counts as one.”
A few days ago on the bus I saw an ad saying that everyone should wear a bald cap when they commute.
My Cross Country team got to the park where our meet was and climbed out into the parking lot. I clapped my hands to get somebody’s attention, and because of where we were staning, there wasn’t an echo.
My friend: “Do that again!”
Me: “‘Kay.” *claps again*
My friend: “There’s no echo! It’s like The Langoliers!”
Me: “Wait, you saw that movie, too?”
Hannah: “What?”
Me: “These people are on this plane and they fly outside of time and when they land, nobody’s there and sound doesn’t echo and then these monsters come-”
*My friend laughs*
Me: “- yeah, is it just me or does Stephen King always sound really unscary when you try to explain it?”
My school computer password (that I picked) is pwtpwns. WIN
*hacks*
I actually made sure no one saw that when I typed it at school.
I’m currently drawing a comic about two worlds on either side of a sheet of graph paper. There are holes in the paper (in real life, too) so the people are trying to figure out stuff about the worlds, which is complicated by how time runs in a different direction and everyone talks backwards (to the people) on the other side.
Anyway, I was working on it in English, so my teacher took it and said I’d get it back at the end of class. Then she started reading it and said that it was very funny and immediately gave it back. WIN.
My school’s library has Shonen Jump.
Also, I don’t have school today.
My laugh is really Loud. I also tend to start to hyperventilate and have to take deep breaths when I laugh for a while.
AP Euro ends up making me take some every days. Loudly. Which causes more laughing and more delaying of class.
WIN.
Conversation at dinner table:
Father: “Would you like some more fish?”
Me: “No. So long and thanks for all the fish.” *leaves*
The title of a NY Times review of Sherlock(TV show):
Sherlock Hears a ‘Who’
Win. (If you’re like me and haven’t actually watched it, it’s written/produced by Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss, and the review compares it to Doctor Who)
Watch it. I order you, watch it. It’s freaking awesome.
I want to. I have to wait until Netflix or Hulu has it.
It begins a run on PBS tonight (Sunday the 24th).
My parent’s are going to tape it for me! (My I have to go to bed at 9:00, I’m a morning person)
In fact, my mom already knew about it. I love my parents.
Thank you!
Plus I got my dad wanting to watch it, so now we’ll have to.
I have now watched A Study in Pink. It’s definitely a win.
According to the PBS site, tonight’s episode will be available for viewing online starting tomorrow (for a limited time).
pbs.org/wgbh/masterpiece/sherlock/watch.html
Oooh, what time?
9:00 p.m. for the broadcast. (Though with PBS it’s always wise to check local listings.)
So 8pm for me, according to the site (I tried earlier and the site didn’t load for me, but switching from wireless internet I can get it to work now yay). Which means it’ll end right before Doctor Who starts.
Welp, I’ve figured out my night!
I have completed Achievement Unlocked (Kongregate version) in under 4 minutes. WIN
SFTDP
Today in school, we were playing soccer and someone on our team kicked the ball into his own goal. My line? “Nice job breaking it hero.”
EPIC WIN
TVTropes reference FTW!
TVTropes? That’s a Portal reference.
It’s also a trope. Portal was the Trope Namer.
Perhaps I should saunter over to the fail thread. Or perhaps I should know what Portal is.
YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT PORTAL IS??? *gasp* It’s a game. Go buy it. Or at least read the TV Tropes entry on it.
“Kay, I shall.
Yeah, you lose some major MuseBlog cred if you don’t know what Portal is.
Wait…do the GAPAs even know?
They moderate our comments. I rather imagine they know.
Good point.
I’m sorry.
And now I know. (I had heard of Portal, just didn’t really know what it was.)
It sounds excellent, but I have no method to play it and am unlikely ever to get one.
That’s silly.
((we are talking about parties))
F: those are the parties with all the drinking, and dancing to bad music- well, you can’t really call it dancing, it’s more like jumping up and down.
Me: writhing in semi-darkness?
((if you catch that reference, that’s another win!))
Hm, sounds familiar.
I have been looking for an excuse to say that since you first did. I think it was on the R&R thread, about two years ago.
My friend N is in a murderous mood. They’re not fun.
*hugs*
N: I will kill all humans!
Me:
N: Don’t worry, you don’t count.
Google Maps: Directions from China to Japan.
40. Turn right at 塘åŽè·¯
41. Turn left at 塘åŽæ”¯è·¯
42. Jetski across the Pacific Ocean
43. Continue straight
What makes this even better is that the instruction is number 42. I love you for life Google Maps.
I saw that a while ago. I laughed really hard.
Maybe someone at Google was feeling silly…
I don’t get why this is popular all of a sudden. There have been other such directions on Google Maps for years.
Yes, but if you can’t show us, they don’t exist.
I just sang the Pokémon theme song with Cleverbot!
SFTDP
User: Do you like Pokemon?
Cleverbot: I like pokemon.
User: Cool. Which Pokemon games do you have?
Cleverbot: I like Pokemon Red the most.
User: Oh, I like that one too, but I think Pokemon SoulSiliver is my favorite.
Cleverbot: One of my favorite TV theme songs is the theme for ‘Gilligan’s Island’.
User: Just sit right back and we’ll tell a tale, a tale of a fateful trip…
Cleverbot: So tell me!?
User: I was singing the ‘Gilligan’s Island’ theme song.
Cleverbot: Sing me the pokemon theme song.
User: I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was… To catch them is my real test, to train them is my cause…I will travel across the land, searching far and wide…
Cleverbot: Teach Pokemon to understand, the power that.
User: ‘s inside… Pokemon! Gotta catch ’em all!
Cleverbot: It’s you and me! I know it’s my destiny!
User: Pokemon! Oh, you’re my best friends, in a world we mus defend!
Cleverbot: Pokemon! Oh, a heart so true. Our courage will pull us through!
User: You teach me and I’ll teach you! Pokemon!
Cleverbot: Gotta catch ’em all, gotta catch ’em all, POKEMON!!
Yes, WIN.
The original Pokemon theme song is the only theme song to anything that I have ever played in my head while running durring a meet.
Awesome. I can never get Cleverbot to say anything that coherent. It usually calls me a robot:lol:
A win for my brother, a fail for the other guy-
My brother was playing tag, and the guy who was “it” was about to catch him. My brother pointed behind the other guy and shouted “Look, Elvis!”
The other guy looked.
And my brother got away.
I always try to do that kind of thing, but it never works.
*sigh*
My brother, talking about the F-22:
“The question the Air Force is asking themselves is ‘Why do we have such lame enemies?'”
I was sitting next to a guy whom I heavily dislike at lunch. He used to date a girl who we shall call Karen.
I cried, “Look, Karen is visiting from Japan!”
He dived under the table and emerged covered in spaghetti.
Two sports car license plates that may or may not belong here:
AVARICE
HGHRPWR(higher power)
I went to a youth group meeting this evening in which we discussed Moses and the plagues and whatnot. The priest leading the discussion was talking about all the symbolism in each aspect of it, and he mentioned that the Pharaoh was symbolic of Satan. He made some little joke about the Pharaoh’s leadership and everyone laughed, at which point he added in, “It’s a trap!”
Ohhh, Star Wars references. I love them so.
A friend of mine asked on Facebook, “What would you do if you were just sitting in your room studying and a couch just flew in through your window?” A few vaguely interesting responses followed when I came across it. “Fry it” was the winning response. But I decided to add my own answer, as follows: “I would tame it, learn to soothe its savage nature over the course of several months. A bond would form between us, an inseparable bond that cannot be put into words. The couch and I would become the closest of friends. We would bridge the gap between humanity and couchkind. I feel it would bring about a metamorphosis in our view of the world and of our place in it. Utopia would be upon us.” I was proclaimed the new winner “mos def”.
Getting this thread to come up first when “fail thread” is typed in.
Oops, email typo.
I scored a basket in gym today.
We were playing kickball.
Oh, and you say you’re not an athlete!
Somebody did that in my P.E. class last year! It’s a very impressive feat.
You talented person, you.
In AP American Government class, we were given sheets with 43 blanks (Because the teacher hadn’t updated it yet), each accompanied by a hint, and told to fill in the names of the presidents in order. I was sure that I’d screw up at some point, probably among the obscure pre-Civil War ones, but I got EVERY SINGLE ONE right!
Yay!
Washington Adams Jefferson Madison Monroe Adams Jackson Van Buren Harrison Tyler Polk Taylor Fillmore Pierce Buchanan Lincoln Johnson Grant Hayes Garfield Arthur Cleveland Harrison Cleveland McKinley Roosevelt Taft Wilson Harding Coolidge Hoover Roosevelt Truman Eisenhower Kennedy Johnson Nixon Ford Carter Reagan Bush Clinton Bush Obama.
That’s what I got out of three months of religious education.
I love saying all the presidents super-duper fast, too, so picture me doing that.
WashingtonAdamsJefferson…etc.
And you learned that in religion class?
Wow. I had four years in a catholic school and two years of religion and all I learned was not to go to early morning mass in advent and if you must, not to sit in front of a candle if you have a long braid.* And not to drop the match when lighting the candles on an advent wreath.** And how to get out of doing the homework assignment on “How to use matches/lighters safely”***. Plus the fundaments of blackmail, how to make “accidents” happen to other people and cheating on tests 101****. Come to think of it, I learned a lot, I’m just not sure they taught me anything.
*Not learned through experience
**Also not learned through personal experience
***That assignment was so superfluous
****How can you even assume IÂ had any part in these ventures?
My computer just displayed an error message in Elvish.
That’s amawesomefulink!!!!!!!
How does that even happen!? Is Elvish even a language? That would be in computers….
Elvish is a language- rather like Klingon for Lord of the Rings geeks. I happen to love both Star Trek and LOTR.
I installed a program that automatically translates websites into Elvish, but it didn’t kick in for months. I guess it was lurking deep within my hard drive, and finally made a reappearance.
Elvish is not a language. Quenya is a language, Sindarin is a language. Elvish is a vague family of languages.
Elvish runes are a language, however. Which are what my computer displayed.
Runes are only used in Dwarvish. Elvish languages use Tengwar, which is an alphabet, not a language.
I knew someone would point that out before long, and I suspected it would be Piggy.
To set things straight: Tolkien developed two Elvish languages, Sindarin and Quenya, and two main alphabets, the flowing Tengwar and the angular Angerthas. Only Angerthas lettering is referred to as runes; it’s most similar to our own alphabet, with characters for both consonants and vowels. Tengwar uses characters only for consonants and writes vowels as diacritical marks on top of them.
In general, Tengwar is used by Elves (and by Sauron for the Black Speech inscription on the Ring), and Angerthas by Dwarves. But there may be exceptions. I haven’t checked, but didn’t the Dwarves trapped in Moria switch to Tengwar to write their log book faster as the Orcs and Balrog were closing in?
Well, to be more precise, he thoroughly developed two languages, but there were numerous others he worked on in less depth. As for Tengwar in Dwarvish, you may be correct–I can’t remember. I’m not sure how well Khuzdul can be written in Quenya. But I know the dwarves were the only ones to use the Cirth runes after Quenya came into practice.
*opens up Collected Lord of the Rings Appendices* Page 1128. Table of Elvish Runes by Christopher Tolkien.
SFTDP: I just bought a bobble-headed Gollum. With automatic Precious-grabbing.
The term “rune” could be applied generally to both Cirth and variations of Tengwar, I suppose, but I feel the distinction is good to keep (even the word “cirth” translates literally to “runes”). And Sindarin was indeed written in Cirth before Fëanor created the Tengwar in the First Age. Cirth’s straight lines were intended for carving, which made it an ideal alphabet for the dwarves, who adopted it and kept it after the elves had switched to Tengwar.
I read about this a few months ago. I think the runic alphabet was originally developed by the elves, and then the dwarves adapted it for their own use. Meanwhile, the elves also developed a second system which was less angular. I believe the runic system was mostly used by dwarves, and occasionally by elves or humans for monuments and such. After all, it’s rather hard to chip curves into stone.
I probably got most of the details wrong, but I believe that’s the gist.
Since you ask, I might possibly have spent some time in the Return of the King appendices writing out my name/the Gil-Galad poem/translating the mysterious runes on the title page. Maybe.
Following a fail up with a win.
I creeped my mom out. By making her read Death Note. Not terribly impressive, unless you know my mom. She’s a psychiatrist, and works in the county jail. Not one to be easily creeped out.
I kind of posted about this on the FAIL thread, but here was a little comment my dad made when we saw the new Narnia movie.
Lucy: Edmund! What did you just think of?!
Dad: (leans over) The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.
Yes.
I’ve seen that several times in reference to that scene in the Narnia movie….I don’t get it? Clearly I missed something in my earlier life….
It’s a Ghostbusters reference. (Luna hasn’t seen Ghostbusters? Shock! It’s one of the nerdiest movies in existence!)
Even I’ve seen it! *drags Luna over and makes her watch Ghostbusters*
I’ve never seen Ghostbusters, ever…..I’ll have to do that sometime.
I don’t get it either.
Ha, I thought of just about the same thing totally independently.
Well, I read this before watching the movie, but I had forgotten it.
Though my version was a bit different. It was more along the lines of ‘What would happen if you tried to trick it into turning into large marshmallows? No, it would probably know the difference between a false fear and a true fear. Wait, what if there was a character who truly was afraid of large marshmallows?’
Which probably means I’ll start a story involving a character who is extremely afraid of large marshmallows soon.
From what I’ve observed of my cousins, I’d like to award a large WIN to the City of Worcester, Massachusetts, where people are accused of not being real locals if they don’t know who Robert Goddard was.
I was getting really frustrated trying to find a song whose name and composer I had forgotten. In desperation, I searched Youtube for “beethoven string quartet,” and listened to the first link, which was the song I’d been looking for all along.
My dad just came into my room with a bottle of wine labeled “Nuthouse Chardonnay”.
I was cleaning out some folders on my laptop, and I sorted one folder by “Date modified”. It listed things from “A long time ago”, “Earlier this year”, “Earlier this month”, “Last week”, “Earlier this week”, “Yesterday”, “Today”, and, finally, “Sometime in the future”.
I don’t seem to remember installing TimeMachine.exe.
Ah, yes, it says they were last modified on 12/30/2027 at 23:10. Of course.
Hm. And it’s in a folder with files that were last modified in 1992, 1994, 1996, and 1997.
I really, really want to know how that happened.
Speaking of Time Machine, it’s been included with every new Mac OS since and including Leopard 10.5. I’m running 10.4.11 Tiger, so I don’t have it, and have never used it but you may have clicked a thingy by mistake.
Or you’re talking about some completely different Time Machine and I’m making a fool of myself.
Yes, he is. That Time Machine is generally fairly observant of the laws of nature. If Piggy isn’t using a Mac that would explain the confusion.
Or he wants to confuse us. Probably.
Implying I would ever use such a piece of cake as a “Mac”.
Gasp!
(Okay, won’t get into the Mac versus PC argument) So that was a coincidence. Perhaps you should’ve called it TARDIS.exe.
What do you use?
Implying I watch Doctor Who.
I mainly use Chrome OS, sometimes Ubuntu, sometimes Windows 7.
By the way, Macs are PCs.
Or any other kind of time machine.
I know they are. (Mac versus Windows?)But PC is generally taken to mean a Windows computer, at least around here.
I don’t know much about Chrome, but if it does what your computer did I may need to find out.
No, the files from 2027 were on Windows.
Oh well.
I love how, on MB, “piece of cake” takes on an entirely different meaning.
Since as far as I’m aware, .exe files don’t run on Macs, it was pretty clear to me, at least, what he was talking about.
Also, Time Machine is basically just a backup program. Altogether different.
Matisyahu. A Hasidic rabbi who writes and plays inspirational reggae.
A friend of mine was writing a response for a history homework question. It ended up turning into a Sherlock Holmes fanfiction.
Several months ago, my father discovered a page of TVTropes.
Today, although he has visited it several times, that is the only TVTropes page in his internet history.
HE IS IMMUNE.
How?!
Cyber-memetics experts all over the globe are working to find the answer to that question.
If you’ve already heard about how addicting it is and don’t want to eat up your time, you can just make sure that all you read is the page you’re on, not including any links, and you leave as soon as you’re done. I’ve done it before with the Evil Overlord List, which I loved, and it worked. Or maybe a few people are just immune.
The fact that I’d never meant to go there in the first place (I accidentally clicked the wrong link) might have had something to do with it, though.
My dad hasn’t been warned. He knows nothing about its mythos. He still resists.
Ohmykoko, we’ve found the key! The cure could be at hand!
B-b-but… b-b-b-b…
I’m not sure he knows the scope and breadth of TVT, honestly. He’s never been tempted to click on even one of the little blue links.
Out of curiosity, which page?
I… must… know how he does it.
Not even the ones that say things like “Intelligent Gerbil Aliens” or “Heel Face Revolving Door”?
Also, which page is it?
To answer both your questions, it’s “Good Troi Episode.” He’s a Star Trek fan — I think he looks at it to find underrated episodes on YouTube.
This is a long story, but it’s funny.
I made it into the All Middle [State] Junior High Gold Band this year, and it was this weekend. (Thursday evening, all day yesterday, today.) We all had our names written on papers folded over the top of the music stand so the director could call us by name, and some of my friends and I decided to “sabotage” our namecards. My standpartner, S, started it by writing “your mom” on his. I then wrote “Wung Buttons” on mine. The girl beside me, K, wrote “Asparagus”, and her standpartner Nathan#1 said he would write “Tiffany” on his but didn’t, so I wrote it for him during a break when he was somewhere else, and he didn’t notice. One of the base clarinetists pointed it out, and after being very confused, he added “Chang” to it. “Tiffany Chang?” we asked. “It was my maiden name. Before the surgery, you know… I don’t like to talk about that though.” was his response (this amuses me immensely.).Â
So at one point, the director was asking a question and K raised her hand to answer.Â
Director: Yes, *stares at namecard* what’s your name?
K: *hastily flips namecard* I’m K___.Â
Director: Did your nametag say Asparagus??
K: Uh, yeah.Â
Director: Quick, quick, everyone write your favorite foods on your nametag!!!
*everyone does so* (I wrote Wung Button on the other side as well, under my actual name.)
Later….
Director: *asks question*
Me: *raises hand*
Director, Yes, Wung? Wait, that’s not your name. What’s your actual name?
Me: *laughing hysterically* *flips card to side that has real name and “Wung Buttons” both* I’m Jen.Â
Director: What are Wung Buttons?
Me: My favorite food.Â
Director: What kind of food is that?!?
Me: It’s an imaginary food. *still laughing*
Director: Oh, I thought it was some cool Oriental or Asian food! I was like “Ooh, I need to find that and try it! That sounds good!”
Me: *can’t stop laughing*
WIN WIN WIN WIN.Â
I love music, I love band, I love this year’s director, I love the music, I love the people, I love the amazing feeling of making music with others, and I absolutely LOVE all the weird things that happen around musicians.Â
WIN
I was in this year’s Senior Districts band (think Area Allstates) and there were a few Crowning Moments Of Awesome.
One of which includes singing through our entire concert! (I got to sing a solo I don’t play!) It was fun.
And then our director gave us a CD of his wind ensemble. Pretty awesome.
Someone needs to make a food called Wung Buttons.
Later the director came up to me and suggested making button-shaped pastries. DOUBLE WIN
On another site…
Neophyte: “I’m a total noob when it comes to space. I have no idea what the Soviets are sending to Mars at the moment.”
Laurel: “The Soviets aren’t doing much of anything at the moment…”
That is very funny.
There’s probably some ninety-year-old guy on the outskirts of Murmansk who considers everything off his property “The Occupied USSR.”
I might have mentioned this a while ago, but it popped up again because of a heated debate between our church and the Singapore government.
Our church: Can we rent out this hall? We’re sick of meeting in each other’s living rooms.
Government: You need recognition from the government as a valid society.
Our church: Here’s our application for acknowledgment as a religion.
Member of Parliament: I’m sorry, but Unitarian Universalists are considered a national security threat.
Again with the satire stuff. :/ Based on your slew of recent posts about Singapore, I conclude that there is a lot that can be made fun of in Singapore. That is to say, a lot of stupidity in the way some things are run.
And this is a win, is it?
‘I’m sorry, but Unitarian Universalists are considered a national security threat.’ That’s so funny that it’s not really that funny. If that makes sense.
Hey, anything in which I am a threat is good. The Singapore government is afraid of Unitarians! I think we can take them.
I mentioned this at a large UU church my best friend goes to in the US, and there was a lot of cheering.
Yay, Unitarian Universalism!
I sing in a choir at a nearby UU church. I’m considering joining the youth group there.
In the space of one day, I managed to jump four positions on the ‘Who’s Posted How Much’ list (106 to 102). WIN.
Cool!
The Alexander Hamilton rap from the guy who wrote “In The Heights”.
PLEASE TELL ME HOW TO FIND IT
Type in “Alexander Hamilton rap” on YouTube. It’s the first hit.
This probably goes in the Rearview Mirror thread.
Second Sanctum:
Crossover
Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy/Harry Potter
Seventh Sanctum, you mean?
On my industrial Sharpie, it says: “Can withstand most chemical baths and intense heat.”
First win of the day:
My first hour is IB Theory of Knowledge I. For those who don’t know, IB (International Baccalaureate) is a program that basically follows a different curriculum and set of classes, and supposedly looks good on a college resume. (It’s actually just a royal waste of time, in my opinion.) Anyway, today in ToK someone came in to give a presentation over the IB Extended Essay. The three of us who aren’t in IB were excused from the class. So now I’m in the library loafing around.
Gooooood times.
My win? Playing ping-pong, someone bounced the ball of the ceiling (while turned around), the ball landed on my side, bounced onto the floor, on the window, back to the floor, onto the table, off the net and into my paddle, which I used to bounce the ball off a nearby blackboard and onto his side of the table. I then fell over laughing.
And yes, there was an obscene amount of momentum involved.
My science teacher has a list of who’s in what base on our team taped up on one of the cabinets in her classroom. Today, I noticed that someone had written “MEH” next to the names of all the popular girls on it.
I wish I had done that.
That’s kind of mean.
They’re popular. They can take it.
It’s STILL mean.
Being popular doesn’t mean that you’re like or even have any close confidants, it just means that many people look to you for social cues.
Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle.
-Plato
Popular ≠bad.
Me: “How come you’ve had candles burning all the time lately? Is it some kind of superstition?” (She’s been doing it because it looks nice)
My brother: “Like the garlic and icons by the windows?” (My mom does have garlic on display in the kitchen, because it looks kitcheny, and we do have icons in our house)
Me: “Yeah, do we have enemies in The Old Country or something?”
It would be even funnier if we were Romanian, though.
I recently replied to your post, KaiYves, noting how long it was. My reaction was along the lines of ‘holy crap’. However, I unintentionally wrote ‘holy cake’ and did not notice until it was posted. You know you’re addicted to MuseBlog when you unintentionally use fake swears from said site!
I think you didn’t type ‘cake’, but it was caught be the filter and automatically edited to cake.
For some reason, it wasn’t changed in the RC bar.
The fact that this site changes swearwords to “cake” is in itself a win.
But it didn’t edit out that one up there.
The software is not very sophisticated; maybe the punctuation marks threw it off.
We had to write a math paper solving a Sherlock Holmes murder mystery using Newton’s laws of cooling, and I managed to include Dr. Who, Harry Potter, and giant robots in it. My teacher gave me 18/20, but the paper was brilliant if I do say so myself.
Can you reproduce it here?
Or at least post it online and then tell us how to find it without actually giving us the link?
It might be too long to post, but I’ll try.
“Well, sir?†Watson asked Sherlock Holmes.
“What do you propose we do, Watson?â€
“I think we should call up your friend the Doctor and ask to borrow his TARDIS, or perhaps we should use a time-turner, sir.â€
“Unfortunately, the Weeping Angels currently have the TARDIS and all the time-turners were smashed when Harry Potter broke into the Ministry of Magic. I’m afraid we’ll have to do things the old fashioned way—using mathematics!â€
“Are you thinking of Newton’s Law of Cooling, sir?â€
“Absolutely. Splendid chap, Newton. So,†Sherlock said, walking around the room. “The temperature of this room is seventy-six degrees, and the body is now 85.8 degrees but two hours ago it was 88 degrees.â€
Watson wrote all the information down, and now the equation looked like this:
U(t)=T+ (u0-T)ekt
85.8=76+(88-76)ek2
Watson quickly did the calculations. His work looked like:
85.8=76+(88-76)ek2
9.8=12ek2
.816667=ek2
log(.81667)=2k log(e)
log(.81667)=2k
log(e)
-.202524=2k
-.101262=k
“I’ve found k,†Watson said.
“Excellent. We know that the usual temperature of the human body is 98.6 degrees, so with that information we can go back in time and solve the murder.â€
The equation was changed, and read:
85.8=76+(98.6-76)e-.101262t
9.8=22.6e-.101262t
.43363=e-.101262t
ln(.43363)=-.101262t
ln(.43363)=t
-.101262
8.25=t
“If my calculations are correct (and I’m sure they are), I got 8.25 hours, which means that the murder happened 8 hours and 15 minutes before we last measured the body temperature at 6:30 PM today,†Watson said.
“Excellent. That means the murder happened at 10:15 last night. What information do we have?â€
“It can’t have been the butler. He was back at the estate at 10:05. The wife was at the theater until 10:30 PM and arrived home at 11:00 PM. The business partner was at his office until he returned home at 10:30.â€
“It can’t have been the wife; she was still at the theater. Besides, Wicked was playing, and no one wants to miss the finale, not even for murder. But the business partner…he didn’t return home until 10:30 PM, which would have given him time to commit a murder. Congratulations, Watson, I think we’ve solved the case.â€
What followed was a spectacular chase scene involving helicopters and several giant robots, but in the end the police captured the nefarious business partner, Mr. Topham Cruditay, and led him off to jail. Watson and Holmes went to Starbucks for lattés and everything was right with the world. The End.
YES. Incredible. I love this.
YES
*joyflail*
Marry me.
And you got an 18/20?
I love you.
*swoons with fandomness*
If you type “welcome to riv” into Google, the first suggestion is “welcome to rivendell mr anderson”. WIN
Well, what else is there?
(Sorry, I’m being awfully cynical.)
Ahoy, Sudo! Two chess games are waiting for you to move.
Mostly stuff like “welcome to riverside”.
A few minutes ago I was reading a selection from Audubon’s “Ornithological Biographies” on my Kindle. When I turned the Kindle off, the random screensaver was one of Audubon’s paintings of birds.
Freaky.
Wow.
Stephen Kay’s “The Challenger”.
Not just because it’s a great tribute song (because it is).
Not just because the same guy wrote, sung, did the synth, and made a video for it (because he did).
Not just because the video itself is remarkable (because it is).
But because it’s that good, because he wrote it only two days after the disaster, had to shelve it because he couldn’t find a way to share it with the public, decided 25 year later that he’d use the Internet to do it all himself, and then went out and did it.
And MADE it that awesome.
RRRRGH it won’t load!
NASA’s program description for their next webchat begins with:
“Sonic booms usually mean something cool.”
Darn right!
This Wednesday I and a partner are giving a short presentation over Elizabethan music. I expected to play some of Paul’s CD as an example for the class. But my partner just sent me a duet arrangement of a song for tin whistle. Live music!
Paul has a CD? What’s it called?
A Cheste of fyne Jewells. It’s available for purchase on his website.
A friend of mine is writing a Doctor Who/Alien crossover fanfic. It’s wonderful.
My friend helped me figure out how to legitimately use ‘Pandas’ in my title of an essay which is about my cultural identity. WIN.
If you type in “the answer to life, the universe, and everything” into google, google calculator comes up with 42.
WIN
In Latin yesterday we translated 42 lines of Vergil in as many minutes. For those of you who haven’t taken the class, it’s a nice H2G2 win. For those of you who have: 42 lines. Unprecedented at my school. We can average a wimpy 23 lines a day and still finish by the ides of March. Last year’s class was just getting to book IV at the ides of March.
I’ve already mentioned “The Mysterious Tadpole” on last month’s random thread, but I’d like to add another children’s book that I read this past weekend:
“Benjamin Franklinstein Lives!”
First of all, there’s the title. Then there’s the fact that yes, it does indeed feature Ben Franklin as a Frankenstein’s Monster. Yes, it *is* Igorpunk. It’s also really, really funny.
And, according to the preview page at the back, there will be a sequel with the Wright Brothers as vampires. Just as long as they don’t sparkle…
SFTDP
NASA Administrator Charles Bolden’s account of his life story on the White House blog is a total and complete WIN.
Even more than before, I want to be Charlie Bolden’s BFFL.
Bear Grylls’ actual first name is Edward. Winnie the Pooh’s original name is Edward Bear. WHERE IS YOUR GOD NOW
I assume he’s off getting his name changed.
According to the comments on MuseMagKids.com, at least two people were so impressed with my Muserology that they went out and bought fingerless gloves.
Today’s wins:
Where I am currently staying, the Discovery Channel is channel 42. I find this rather appropriate. (Corresponding fail: I just made my mother read HG2G and she somehow didn’t get it. ?)
Additionally, I am now a) a semi-competent cross-country skier, and b) highly amused at whoever named the ski trails. They’re all named after Frank Zappa songs.
Apparently my zip code has a latitude of 42 degrees 42′. WIN
*watching a commercial in which a bearded guy drives a Mini Cooper*
Friend A, Friend B, and Me at the same time: Did that guy look like Wil Wheaton to you?
“As only NASA can” is the third Google suggestion for “as only”.
Heck yeah.
and the first one is, “As only a celluloid can deliver”
I was talking to a friend from honor band who is also my sister’s friend’s older brother, and he mentioned he had been in another honor band recently.
Me: Awesome!
Him: The piece had a lot of high notes though.
Me: Ooh. Cool!
Him: No
Me: Okay.
Him: ……
Me: ELLIPSES
Him: ………….
Me: ELLIPSES
Him: nerd
Me: What?
Him: I don’t use words that are more than six letters long
Me: o_______o Why specifically six letters?
Him: …
Me: Oh wait, is that because it’s the number of letters in your name? Except your last name has seven letters.
Him: Only nerds use long words. But nevermind.
Me: Seriously? Does that mean that every single sesquipedalian out there is a nerd?
Him: …I’m not very good at english.
Me: But you speak English, do you not?
Him: -______- NERD
Me: Yay!
Him: …
Me: ELLIPSES
Him: o_o
A video I submitted to a blog several days ago showing the launch of an early space shuttle mission was posted today, which just so happened- unknown to either myself or the woman running the blog- to be the 27th anniversary of that launch.
Also, I was able to talk about a “Critical Robert Ballard deficiency” on another site.
Astronaut Mike Fincke voiced himself on an episode of Arthur. And:
– He is really cute as an animated animal… person… thing.
– He doesn’t sound nearly as shy or awkward, I guess because he isn’t physically on camera.
– A parachute falls on his head.
– He gets the line “I’m fine, son. Protect the pie.”
Additionally, the episode features:
– Money being hidden inside of a rubber ducky.
– The phrase “Accessories in Space Program”.
Also, in another episode of the same season, Sue Ellen manages to WEIRD OUT NEIL GAIMAN.
“Shouldn’t you be in my falafel or cereal?”
I just found that Neil Gaiman episode – I’d say the whole thing counts as the epicest win evar.
Except when he encouraged those first graders to read Coraline…I wonder how many kids were traumatized shortly after watching that episode.
I gave my eight-year-old brother Coraline recently (after I read it myself) and he loved it. He was scared, but not THAT scared, and he was glad he had read it. I think a lot of Arthur’s target audience could handle it, personally.
(And the other thing: I don’t know much about his other graphic novels, but from what I’ve seen they seem like the kind of thing you REALLY don’t want your first grader reading.)
In History class the other day, we had some spare time at the end of the lesson. So our teacher asked the class what we thought of Bin Laden’s death. Various people discussed this, and our teacher said we were “blessed by distance” because we’re a long way from the Middle East compared to the US. According to the map of the world in the classroom, we’re not. Not that people from most other countries would be particularly interested in Australia anyway…
My cousin did a 5K in flip flops today.
Do Crowning Moments of Heartwarming belong in this thread?
Because, if so…
@RepGiffords: “From Team Giffords to @ShuttleCDRKelly & entire #STS134 crew: God Speed–We’ll see you in about two weeks. #NASATweetup
6 hours ago via HootSuite”
Also, in addition to “Gabrielle Giffords”, “nasa shuttle launch”, and “www.nasa.gov”, “Stephen Hawking” and “pie” are also among today’s top 20 Google searches.
I went to have a blood test today. A nurse asked about the tardigrade brooches I was wearing. I managed to indoctrinate her, and she actually plans to make and sell some crotchets herself. She asked me whether she would need to bless them before selling them.
Sometimes I’m really amazed at how much of an impression I seem to make on people.
Our English class went to see a play last week, and at the theatre two of my friends stole a sachet of sugar each from an empty coffee cup. Two hours later, they were still acting normal.
My dad apparently works with someone named Chelle. Close enough? I want to meet her.
This is a bad idea, especially if it is Bring Your Daughter to Work Day.
Things we know about shadowfire’s dad’s job:
1. He’s not smart
2. He’s not a scientist
3. He’s not a doctor
4. He’s not a full time employee
I just (for absolutely no sane reason) searched “Ooba” on google. Yes, there is a Mexican restaurant with the same name as my mine, and there is also a type of soda called Ooba, but there was also a blog that came up with the caption “Ooba: the thoughts and *Musings* of a *God* loving *graphic designer*
Is it yours?
In Wikipedia’s article about Danish pronunciation, one of the sentence examples is, “Jen eats a child.”
*translates to, not is. It specifically mentioned the meaning, though.
Yesterday, I went to a CTC production of The Emperor’s New Clothes. After the play, when I walked into the main lobby part of the theater, I met a very good friend of mine that I hadn’t seen since elementary school! We now have each other’s email addresses.
I saw a car today that had the license plate “TESLA”.
I don’t know if it was as in “My favorite inventor is…” or as in “I have this car now, but I’m saving up for a…”
Or, “I really liked David Bowie as…”
Briefly reviving this thread with a New York Times headline from today:
Don’t Blink! The Hazards of Confidence
In my anthropology class today…
Professor: *talking about Halloween in terms of what we’ve learned about rituals and how hers was* “My daughter went as Christa McAuliffe, because she’s been obsessed with her for a few months now. Do any of you know who she was?”
Me: “Oh! Oh! Oh!” *waves hand*
*everybody stares at me*
Me: “Yeah, I’m a nerd, so what?”
Professor: “Does anyone OTHER than Kai know who she was?”
Usually very cynical female TF: “You all had better know! She was an American hero!”
*Some kids don’t know, professor explains*
Professor: “And we always dress as things that go together, so I was her son’s stuffed frog.”
I was standing in line to get dinner this evening and I noticed that the guy in front of me had the sign of the Deathly Hallows tattooed on the back of his neck. That’s fairly win-ish, right?
Even though I do not really approve of tattoos, better the Deathly Hallows sign than anything. I’d say it’s a win.
My phone tried to correct “especially” to “exorcism”.
In my Anthropology discussion section today, the TF asked if we knew who Emperor Norton was.
I was the only one who knew.
And you’re not even from San Francisco.
There were two kittens at the shelter named Leonard and Sheldon. Big Bang Theory FTW!
In orchestra he makes us write these ‘concert reviews’, one every semester. Basically, we’ve had the assignment since the beginning of the year, I saw the concert back in September, it was due today, online, by 5 pm. Naturally, I started at 4:30 and managed to write a page and half in 10 minutes. This, my friends, is a win. It’s also an effective argument in favour of procrastination…an argument I could do without knowing about, frankly.
(I’m predicting that he’ll give me 100 (he gave me 100 on the two I wrote last year, also last minute), mostly because most people get 100s but also because I have the helpful talent of being able to write something that sounds intelligent but which really says nothing at all.)
So this happened in class today…
Professor: “Arthur Evans believed that–”
*someone’s mobile phone goes off*
Ringtone: “It’s peanut butter jelly time, peanut butter jelly time!”
*whole class bursts out laughing*
Another great burn…
My BU counselor: “There aren’t a lot of people on the Autism Spectrum in politics because people on the Spectrum tend to be very honest.”
I met Bobak Ferdowski at an MIT event celebrating their alumni who are working on the Curiosity mission.
So today, astronaut Dan Burbank came to talk to BU SEDS, and it was really fun and informal and we got to ask a lot of questions, and that was kind of a win on its own. But the unexpected win came when he was leaving and we were all holding doors and chatting with him, and we left the building, so now this tall guy in an astronaut flightsuit is walking down the sidewalk on campus just like anybody else…
And this couple is standing there on the sidewalk about to kiss…
… And they stop kissing to watch him walk by.
Both of them were voted down by jokesters, and Curiosity’s not on the short list, so she won’t be Machine of the Year (but the Higgs Boson is!), but, in the online voting for Person of the Year 2012, Curiosity beat Psy, and thus, I am content.
Metro Boston has a headline today that sounds like “We Didn’t Start The Fire” lyrics: “Rocket chimp in Iran; Boy Scouts may lift gay ban”.
Which are both great headlines!
I was just watching “Be Our Guest” (the movie version, for once) on a video sharing site, and two comments with the most likes are both My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic references.
I got one of my teachers to call me Rainbow Dash!
So far this year we’ve watched I think four Crash Course videos in class. More than one class. My teachers are awesome.
Five now. Also, on an unrelated note, today we had a test to see if we can get college credit for the Spanish class we have next year. It was a “dynamic test,” which means that it’l keep going until you miss ten questions in a row. Anyway, the cutoff point was I think 200 or maybe 300. I got a 528.
(This happened in October, the first week of Term 4.)
Our only physics excursion in two years was to ANSTO, Australia’s only nuclear reactor. Besides doing maths, eating chocolate, and sleeping on the bus, I began reading the next section of Cloud Atlas.
It was Half-Lives: The First Louisa Rey Mystery, which for those of you who haven’t read it is pretty much what it says on the tin.
And did I mention that we got to see a nuclear reactor.