nothing like getting drunk and watching how it's made on discovery. I could watch automation for hours.
In anticipation of tonight's get together, I cleaned and in my zen like trance, I came up with a t-shirt. It will have a picture of an intricately carved bedpost or table leg and then it will say, "you really need to get lathed."
Enjoy your saturday.
I'm listening to my iPod at work right now. The track changed. I looked over and read Yae-yo, the Beatnuts song, but it was with the Mandy Moore album. Then, duh, I realized it was Yo-Yo, and I misread it.
Next song? Yae-yo. Sometimes the iPod shuffle feature is so lazy.
I'm naming my first band Horizontal Verticality.
Have to be to class in 8 hours and can't seem to get sociology homework done.
Crap.
Although I fell asleep early last night and didn't watch the world series, I had a dream about it. My family had these kick ass seats at Fenway for Game II. I got a foul ball, only by stealing it from some little kids. The ball got stuck in caramel, the cover pulled off and the inside was filled with blue cotton that I turned inside out and stuck in my pocket. I guess the game was alright; I didn't seem to watch much of it.
I was looking for a quote from Miss Manners this morning about dating and came across this one instead - "It is far more impressive when others discover your good qualities without your help."
I really like this. I feel there is far too much shameless self-promotion in this world, today. I wish it would stop.
Sick on Saturday with a headache, sick on Monday with a headache. Hungover on Sunday. I felt much in common with the pumpkins we lobotomized this weekend.
Sunday was fun because we had a nice dinner and then carved pumpkins. We used the patterns in the little book, and they turned out fabulously. Pictures below.
I did find this pattern a little erotic for a family-oriented pumpkin pattern, but that must be the Anne Rice lover in me.
Here are the rest of the pumpkins we did.
Got lots of responses to our holiday party invites. Yay.
This morning I woke up and stumbled into the bathroom. With my eyes still a little squinty from sleep, I looked in the the mirror and saw an uncanny resemblance to Vigo from Ghostbusters II. Gah. When did I get so old and scary looking?
A few days ago, at work, I had mixed up some raspberry ice Crystal Light in my Nalgene knock-off. It looked a peculiar color. When asked what it was, I muttered, "the blood of virgins, to keep me young." Now, I'm wondering where I can score some.
I took music history, both I and II. We talked about polyphony, basso continuo, and all of these other contributions that advanced the style and sound of music. But nowhere in that class did we discuss the single best musical thing ever: double claps.
The new ingrid michaelson song, the way I am, has great double claps. As does the cars my best friend's girlfriend.
What's your favorite double clap song?
What a fast, stupid weekend. I had film class from 9-4 both days this weekend. There are worse ways to spend a weekend than watching movies with 60 strangers and then discussing them, but there are better ways, too. It exhausted me, and I was in bed by 10 both Friday and Saturday night. No weekend, no sleep makes Stacy something something.
I know, just from this one weekend class, that online education is inferior in encouraging real learning. When you are worried about being called on or taking a closed book test, you pay attention, you contribute, and you have to learn since you have to focus. If I get rich and learn for learning’s sake, I will go back to a real campus and go to real classes. I enjoyed the lecture. Conversely, I was reminded of the reasons that I prefer to take online classes. Even for a weekend class, there were a lot of people there and many of them were getting on my nerves. Plus, on Saturday, there were like 300 medieval recreationists at the campus for something. It was Christmas in July, or more specifically RenFen in October. These people were hardcore. I saw several pairs of homemade shoes. I have to confess that I fell into an SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) group in high school. I was working at a fabric store, and it became known that I played violin. An older woman named Sylvia invited me to join her music group. Turns out, they were a medieval SCA music group. Lute, guitar, harp, violin and singing. I went to two meetings, but then they started talking about my induction and my costume, and my homemade shoes. As a self-respecting teen-ager, I had to get the hell out of there or run the risk of falling in with the adventure game club set.
Strange.
This entry is a little skittish. I have a lot of little weird things to say today.
1.Don’t you hate when you fall in love with people in stock photos? How are you supposed to find them? Or even know their name?
2.Today, when I got in my car, my odometer was at 3600 miles on the dot. It was the first time I can remember my odometer being at a perfect square. Now I will just have to channel my inner savant and start looking for those prime number mileages.
3.Go Al Gore!
4.I am not really pro-Rockies, since I am sick to death of all the stupid fair-weather fans talking about how much they have always loved the Rockies, when it is completely untrue. However, I will be supporting them throughout the series with the Arizona Diamondbacks. I thought the Rockies fans were secure as the dumbest baseball fans, but the Diamondback fans trumped the Rockies fans last night. Get over it. It was a good call in the seventh inning. Don’t throw things on the field. It is classless, and it just furthers the impression that you are a bunch of know-nothing knuckleheads that are completely clueless about the game. This is why I hate fake fans. They piss me off. Moreover, I don’t really get them. I don’t understand how you can truly celebrate a team if you have never mourned a team. It is as much about the wins as the losses. I do hope they keep winning, since people are in a better mood when the hometown team is winning.
