Total hours slept: 8
Total number of classes signed up for: 4
Total number of items on TO-DO list: 6
Total cups of tea drank: 0
Total number of emails processed: 12
Total number of boxes sorted: 4
Considering that it is currently 10:08am, I would say that the stats are still, so far, in my favor. Alright, onwards:
Yesterday, as most of you who read this know, was Kate's birthday. We had a movie day at her house (the last one this summer, I think, since Berkeley starts today and all other schools follow). Kate's rabbit was...'rambunctious' is nicest word I can use for her behavior. For some reason she had decided that her litter box was an enemy worthy of her foil and thus spent an admirable amount of effort headbutting it. I'm not entirely sure why she was doing that, since I AM pretty sure that she knew the litter box was (and still is, I hope) not alive.
Anna arrived next with a hug for Kate and the opening phrase "happy birthday!" which was immediately followed by the comment "Kate, your hair's wet." (Kate had just taken a shower.) We put out food. There was a lot of food. We put out more food. Kate chased Anna away from the kitchen. Well, not 'chase', exactly. It was more along the lines of Kate giving Anna one of her patented looks and Anna announcing that okay, she'd leave the kitchen now. (It was just as effective as a spatula.) Kate's mom came and they went to pick out movies. Kateryna came in the midst of CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY and aside from Anna, we all agreed that the science-defying movie of twitchy people was incredibly creepy. Kateryna brought "orangenade" soda which is, apparently, suppose to be like lemonade except with oranges. After about two seconds of consideration, we decided that healthy soda is an oxymoron and (I forgot who said it) anything that ends with the 'aed' sound is probably bad for you.
There was lunch (more food). Kate made us sandwiches. There was a very nice green table cloth that we, during the course of the day, redecorated with pineapples, mayo, and orangenade.
Soniya came in the middle of MIRRORMASK which I believe did not help her understand what the movie was about. It was not one of those movies that you can pick up in the middle and still figure out what happened. It WAS pretty though. And then there was (but of course) cake and the choir of "happy birthay", afterwhich Kate blew on her cake (because there was no candle) and wished that she'd never have hear us sing "happy-birthday" again. (I don't know, Kate. Do you think if I wrote it down here, for the records, that we'll remember it in time for next year?) Then there were presents and now that I've thought about it, Lucy, I am sorry that I didn't take pictures of Kate's expression. You'll just have to ask her what she got and imagine the expressions she must've had. Use that imagination. (Hem.)
We saw photos those of Lucy in Armenia (we were all very puzzled, by the way, with the one picture where Lucy dressed up and pretended to be an old woman) and we saw photos of Chicago, with occasional photos of Kate's mother in Chicago and one (yep, one) picture of Kate in Chicago. Soniya (and the rest of us) demanded to know why there wasn't more pictures of Kate and (Soniya) introduced us to the phrase "pristine beauty." In otherwords, the phrase "your photos need more 'pristine beauty'" meant "your photos need more you in it and less of the other stuff/people." I found (and still find) the idea of Kate as 'pristine' highly amusing and continues to wonder if I'm the only one who finds it funny.
Malvina came just as everyone was leaving (at around five). When she found out that we were all leaving, she ran back out and signals for Aaron to stop (eventually the signaling had to revert to the o' cellphone method) and wait for her, since she was not going to stay long then, either. At this point the rabbit was tired out (or bored out of her mind, couldn't say which) and could be found stretched out on the floor of her cage.
This was about the point when I left. As I was about to leave Kate went and got the box of soy-cracker-things that I brought, so now I have a box of soy-cracker-things and I really do think, Kate, that you will be seeing them in Davis.
Haunted by soy-cracker-things.
Still here: Ladies, come pick up your gents.
20060824
Random: Avoid styrofoam
Yes I am, by large, still paying attention.
As the title suggests, this's a post mainly to advocate that people should avoid using styrofoam whenever possible. (I know in some instances you don't have a choice, but when given the option....)
Why?
Did you know that styrofoam cups actually gets lighter as you drink from them?
When people say "styrofoam" or "foam" they're usually thinking about polystyrene, something that's made from petroleum (a derivative of). Polystyrene, as the name implies (poly=many) is made of styrene. Styrene has a tendency to leak onto other stuff. Namely food. Especially food that contains fat. (Yum, styrene in your food, how about that?) When you eat styrene, it may not stay as styrene in your body. Your body makes (metabolizes) styrene oxide out of it. Styrene oxide is not proven to cause cancer in humans (carcinogenic), but it is known to cause cancer in animals. (Which I take it to mean lab rats, because, pardon me for asking, are humans not animals? Default human arrogance strikes, once again.) So it's put down as PROBABLY cancer causing to humans (scroll down to "unsaturated polyesters" under "monomers"), though there's also this (scroll to section under "How likely is styrene to cause cancer"). In any case, styrene kills brain cells (i.e. counted as a neurotoxin).
So yes, if you can, avoid styrofoam.
SF's got a head start on it though
And while I'm at it ("it" meaning scientific/environmental info dump), I might as well as try a little propaganda:
Go here to sign an open letter (you can get your name listed as "anonymous" if you're feeling squimish) to demand that Ford keeps its word and its commitement of making hybrid models. (Ford vehicles, by the way, supposidely have "the worst fuel economy". See site.)
As the title suggests, this's a post mainly to advocate that people should avoid using styrofoam whenever possible. (I know in some instances you don't have a choice, but when given the option....)
Why?
Did you know that styrofoam cups actually gets lighter as you drink from them?
When people say "styrofoam" or "foam" they're usually thinking about polystyrene, something that's made from petroleum (a derivative of). Polystyrene, as the name implies (poly=many) is made of styrene. Styrene has a tendency to leak onto other stuff. Namely food. Especially food that contains fat. (Yum, styrene in your food, how about that?) When you eat styrene, it may not stay as styrene in your body. Your body makes (metabolizes) styrene oxide out of it. Styrene oxide is not proven to cause cancer in humans (carcinogenic), but it is known to cause cancer in animals. (Which I take it to mean lab rats, because, pardon me for asking, are humans not animals? Default human arrogance strikes, once again.) So it's put down as PROBABLY cancer causing to humans (scroll down to "unsaturated polyesters" under "monomers"), though there's also this (scroll to section under "How likely is styrene to cause cancer"). In any case, styrene kills brain cells (i.e. counted as a neurotoxin).
So yes, if you can, avoid styrofoam.
SF's got a head start on it though
And while I'm at it ("it" meaning scientific/environmental info dump), I might as well as try a little propaganda:
Go here to sign an open letter (you can get your name listed as "anonymous" if you're feeling squimish) to demand that Ford keeps its word and its commitement of making hybrid models. (Ford vehicles, by the way, supposidely have "the worst fuel economy". See site.)
20060822
Recap: The buzzing continues
My cellphone contract has expired, so now the service is canceled. I expect there'll be a new number of some sort within two weeks. Meanwhile, there's my home number and of course, email.
What else? Well, list-making is currently reaching it's crescendo, as well as, I think, the purchasing of random objects by my parents. Kate and Annie, if you two are reading this, I have now gained the possession of a small-ish bulletin board/whiteboard-agenda. It's-- I didn't know people use that particular combination enough for it to make it to the shelf as a consumer product, but it did. I wonder if I can stick it on the fridge. Which reminds-- clocks, anyone? Shall we have a clock somewhere?
Aaaannd that's the way it's going to be all the way until September. My parents asked if I felt nervous about going to school or if last year's experience was enough to ...uh... 'rub the shine off', so to speak. To be honest, being nervous didn't even make it onto my to-do list, and this year is going to be different enough from last year (statement, not an opinion) that I doubt last year's events will be sufficient to prepare me for anything. Now NEXT year, it may be a different story. Then again, it may not; I tip my hat to Murphy's Law, which has all the inevitability of entropy.
Mom bought a tiny cacti set with the instructions that I'm to start it for her and have it growing by the time of her birthday, as my present to her. Yes, she plans on maintaining herself afterwards (personally I'm thinking of making a sign that says "DO NOT OVER-WATER" and taping it to the pot, because she tends to over-water plants). This just tops it all in terms of my summer of "let's start this from seed!"
Let's go and grow some cacti!
What else? Well, list-making is currently reaching it's crescendo, as well as, I think, the purchasing of random objects by my parents. Kate and Annie, if you two are reading this, I have now gained the possession of a small-ish bulletin board/whiteboard-agenda. It's-- I didn't know people use that particular combination enough for it to make it to the shelf as a consumer product, but it did. I wonder if I can stick it on the fridge. Which reminds-- clocks, anyone? Shall we have a clock somewhere?
Aaaannd that's the way it's going to be all the way until September. My parents asked if I felt nervous about going to school or if last year's experience was enough to ...uh... 'rub the shine off', so to speak. To be honest, being nervous didn't even make it onto my to-do list, and this year is going to be different enough from last year (statement, not an opinion) that I doubt last year's events will be sufficient to prepare me for anything. Now NEXT year, it may be a different story. Then again, it may not; I tip my hat to Murphy's Law, which has all the inevitability of entropy.
Mom bought a tiny cacti set with the instructions that I'm to start it for her and have it growing by the time of her birthday, as my present to her. Yes, she plans on maintaining herself afterwards (personally I'm thinking of making a sign that says "DO NOT OVER-WATER" and taping it to the pot, because she tends to over-water plants). This just tops it all in terms of my summer of "let's start this from seed!"
Let's go and grow some cacti!
20060821
Recap: SF trip, part II, continued
Part I at the bottom, if you're viewing this before I wrote the next post. Scroll down please.
...
Near the path to Stowe Lake was a statue of a woman with two children. At one point when we're passing by, someone asked, "But who's the nurturing lady?" to which a boy (elementary school age) who happened to pass by grinned and answered, airly, "Oh, that's my mother."
We cracked up, to say the least. The guy was very much confused until we explained that we were refering to the statue. But I-- yes. It's the statue of a 'pioneering woman' or something of that sort (as dictated by the inscription below the statue) with two naked children. The boy looked to be one of those nice Asian boys, passing by on a bike, which made his statement all the funnier.
That's my mother, indeed.
Stowe Lake had an island on the center, which we went on and yes, Lusine, Kate climbed things. Kate has a tendency to climb things. We saw ducks and seagulls and turtles and of course, people. Later on we wandered past again, looking for the shuttle, wondering if there even is one. Much to our surprise, there exists the free Golden Gate Park shuttle. It is not a myth. However, it was going the other way and so we waited for one that was going the direction that we were aiming for. We saw horses (with riders, of course), and cars, and people in rollerblades and on bikes. We saw no other shuttle aside from the one whose driver indicated we should wait for the one that's going our direction. Eventually we gave up and just decided to wander some more, passing by many blackberry brambles on our way, which Malvina and Kate exploited ("come and taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth", Kate?)even though SF is not exactly the ideal site for berries. Not enough sun and relatively high salinity.
We went up Kennedy Road, we went down Kennedy road and I lost my directions once, causing others to walk even more (sorry, guys). Eventually we wandered down on Irving, where Malvina lead us into Starbucks and bought us things to drink (thanks Malvina!). There was still some time left before our ride got there, so we continued wandering. We went into a Russian grocery store-like place, where Kate bought a chocolate egg-- one of the ones that, apparently, had a toy inside (it was a mountain goat. It was a mountain goat?). They also had pickled apples. I've never seen pickled apples before which reminds me-- has ANYONE ever seen canned spinach before? Just curious.
Continued wandering, eventually entering a VERY random store which included but is not limited to things such as penguin-shaped bath salts, toy guitars, furry stuffed-animal crabs, and very opinionated fridge magnets ("Like a rock, only dumber," said one, with reference to Mr. President; "Reversing progress one day at a time," said another, same subject matter ).
We left Victoria as the N-line stop and went on an earlier transit than our ever-so-helpful cal-train trip-planner suggested (that's a lot of dashes. Isn't that a lot of dashes?) so we ended up getting to the Cal train station early. Finished the rice crackers (which apallingly healthy for a snack and unexpectedly popular). Sat around on the ground. Talked. Called our parents. Got called by our parents. You know how that usually goes. Got on the train, very uneventful and zippety-do-da we're back.
Despite of what my mother may have thought, I did not encounter any terrorists during the trip. There was one lady who asked us how to get to Stern Grove or some place that sounded like it while we're waiting for the shuttle, to which we replied that we don't know (or in Kate's case, "We're not natives."). After which Victoria used a particularly terrifying kind of voice to tell us that she thought the place was "REALLY far from here." (Note to self for the future, do not ask Victoria for directions, especially when feeling paranoid.) That was, however, my extent of terror for the day. And as Anna put it, "We should do it again sometimes, guys."
Satisfactory for a recap?
[13:23 ETA]
Kate, I have your newspaper and your Advil.
Yes, Lucy, I let her climb things while she was on drugs. Shameful, isn't it?
Also, if anyone want a fullsize copy of any of the photos, email me.
...
Near the path to Stowe Lake was a statue of a woman with two children. At one point when we're passing by, someone asked, "But who's the nurturing lady?" to which a boy (elementary school age) who happened to pass by grinned and answered, airly, "Oh, that's my mother."
We cracked up, to say the least. The guy was very much confused until we explained that we were refering to the statue. But I-- yes. It's the statue of a 'pioneering woman' or something of that sort (as dictated by the inscription below the statue) with two naked children. The boy looked to be one of those nice Asian boys, passing by on a bike, which made his statement all the funnier.
That's my mother, indeed.
Stowe Lake had an island on the center, which we went on and yes, Lusine, Kate climbed things. Kate has a tendency to climb things. We saw ducks and seagulls and turtles and of course, people. Later on we wandered past again, looking for the shuttle, wondering if there even is one. Much to our surprise, there exists the free Golden Gate Park shuttle. It is not a myth. However, it was going the other way and so we waited for one that was going the direction that we were aiming for. We saw horses (with riders, of course), and cars, and people in rollerblades and on bikes. We saw no other shuttle aside from the one whose driver indicated we should wait for the one that's going our direction. Eventually we gave up and just decided to wander some more, passing by many blackberry brambles on our way, which Malvina and Kate exploited ("come and taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth", Kate?)even though SF is not exactly the ideal site for berries. Not enough sun and relatively high salinity.
We went up Kennedy Road, we went down Kennedy road and I lost my directions once, causing others to walk even more (sorry, guys). Eventually we wandered down on Irving, where Malvina lead us into Starbucks and bought us things to drink (thanks Malvina!). There was still some time left before our ride got there, so we continued wandering. We went into a Russian grocery store-like place, where Kate bought a chocolate egg-- one of the ones that, apparently, had a toy inside (it was a mountain goat. It was a mountain goat?). They also had pickled apples. I've never seen pickled apples before which reminds me-- has ANYONE ever seen canned spinach before? Just curious.
Continued wandering, eventually entering a VERY random store which included but is not limited to things such as penguin-shaped bath salts, toy guitars, furry stuffed-animal crabs, and very opinionated fridge magnets ("Like a rock, only dumber," said one, with reference to Mr. President; "Reversing progress one day at a time," said another, same subject matter ).
We left Victoria as the N-line stop and went on an earlier transit than our ever-so-helpful cal-train trip-planner suggested (that's a lot of dashes. Isn't that a lot of dashes?) so we ended up getting to the Cal train station early. Finished the rice crackers (which apallingly healthy for a snack and unexpectedly popular). Sat around on the ground. Talked. Called our parents. Got called by our parents. You know how that usually goes. Got on the train, very uneventful and zippety-do-da we're back.
Despite of what my mother may have thought, I did not encounter any terrorists during the trip. There was one lady who asked us how to get to Stern Grove or some place that sounded like it while we're waiting for the shuttle, to which we replied that we don't know (or in Kate's case, "We're not natives."). After which Victoria used a particularly terrifying kind of voice to tell us that she thought the place was "REALLY far from here." (Note to self for the future, do not ask Victoria for directions, especially when feeling paranoid.) That was, however, my extent of terror for the day. And as Anna put it, "We should do it again sometimes, guys."
Satisfactory for a recap?
[13:23 ETA]
Kate, I have your newspaper and your Advil.
Yes, Lucy, I let her climb things while she was on drugs. Shameful, isn't it?
Also, if anyone want a fullsize copy of any of the photos, email me.
Recap: We have ventured forth... part I
"You have to include that joke in your recap," said Kate. "When you write the recap."
"I am (writing a recap)?" I asked.
"Yes," stated Kate. "You are."
...
"...It's Sunday morning over were you guys are, and despite my jealousy I hope you'll all have a great time (and take pictures! ahem)," wrote Lusine.
To which I've decided, oh well, "You'll hear about the trip (maybe with pictures too) in my blog, which I'll type a entry in, next morning."
So, my salutations to the two ladies. Here's a long and detailed recap of the events of yesterday. Blogger won't let me upload pictures this morning, so you'll have to go under my yahoo account to see the photos (#9-19, though Anna went 'trigger-happy' and took many more pictures of all kinds of things until her camera ran out of batteries, so ask her for pictures too). Cheers.
...
It was a gray and cloudy morning when we met at Costco, which was very empty, due to the fact that most people had better things to do on a Sunday morning (i.e. before 9am) than to meet in front of a store that doesn't even open until 10am. Ashley had apparently left for Arkansas, and Christine's moving in to Berkeley (good luck, Christine!), Soniya's working at the Jazz Festival so, when the counting began, the group consisted of Anna, Kate, Malvina and I.
We played around with the ticket machines which for reasons I can't fathom only returned changes in coins. Therefore, when Anna inserted a twenty dollar bill, it sounded like she'd suddenly won lottery. Oh the clinking. Oh the number of coins. Oh the-- Chuckee? Chucky? Cheese tokens. Token. Singular, I hope. One has to wonder how it got in there. But Anna had a cat-shaped purse which she was very excited about. Look! It's like a cat!
The train came on time. That was nice.
The trip over to SF involved stopping at San Carlos, taking a bus to downtown SF, then taking another bus from there to the Golden Gate Park. Getting off at San Carlos was not very eventful...until we saw the bus arriving when we're still some distances away from it. There was running. We came up to the bus, where it stopped at the red light, to have the driver indicate with his hands that the bus stop was in fact at the next ...block (well, it was sort of a block, given the train-station set up). So? More running. But we caught the bus on time, which allowed us to catch the other bus on time (always a good thing), and during the course of the entire trip got to listen to the enlightening conversation between Malvina and Kate on the usage and effect of drugs vs steroids, which drew some very odd looks from our fellow passengers. (But we're teenagers, so we got to get away with saying an awful lot of strange things.)
Met Victoria at Park from which point we went to the conservatorium. There were lots of plants. We looked at the plants. There was also a butterfly exhibit in place while we visited which was very nice, which I thought was nice, in theory. However my current tolerance for butterflies is "no more than three live ones", and there was an entire ROOM full. After a few minutes I decided that I wasn't too keen on getting over my phobia on the spot (didn't feel particularly like suffering that day) and left to the room. Got Kate to take pictures for me though. Thanks Kate.
We met a survey taker on our way out, who insisted on us taking a survey. "It'll only take a few minutes," he said, "And I'll even help you with the hard questions."
He began by inquiring the number of people in our group, then our age bracket. 25-30? He tried. 18-24? Ye-es, we agreed. Malvina gave Kate a sideways look. "Well, she's 17." To which Kate very emphathetically stated that there was only seven days left, SEVEN. To which the survey taker (a guy) remarked that he's a virgo too. Oookay, we thought, and waited for the next question.
"What's your reason for coming to the conservatory?" He inquired politely (and he's always polite, by the way). My first thought was, because Malvina wanted to go to the restroom, which I can't very well say, so I said something along the lines of "because we know where it is." Which, I think, the guy found disappointing.
We wandered over to the outside gardens after that. At this point Anna was asking repeatedly if we were going to have lunch, so we sat down on the bench by the chrysanthemum garden and had lunch (and I illegally fed a bird but shh, don't tell).
Should we try to find a shuttle or wander, we wondered, after lunch. Wander, we decided, and therefore did, passing by the survey taker (poor guy) again (there were actually a surprising number of them that day), upon which Kate cried "Avert your eyes! Avert your eyes!" I think we concluded that survey takers are the current equivalent of social leprosy, and from that point on, whenever Kate saw a survey taker she would say "Avert your eyes!"
We saw a dancing class outside of De Young Museum. That was very odd. And Anna is apparently obsessed with mini coopers, letting us know-- one way or another-- whenever she spotted another one. At one point I think she started talking to them, saying how cute they are. I wasn't entirely sure, but we continued our wondering and eventually arrived at Stowe Lake.
Okay, far too long, breaking this into two posts.
20060817
Recap: Books, pens, books, what?
Classes are over-- and classes are about to begin again, soon. There're still dozens of little errands to run, things to clear up and parents to sooth (must this occur every year? Every?). I'd start the mental preparations except now I'm convinced that no amount of preparations is enough for the actual experience. It's much more interesting, anyway, to take things as they come. Interesting, not necessarily easier. Choice is, actually, not an actual issue in this question, so it's just a matter of perspective. You can either accept it or fight it, and I've decided that the energy spent fighting something inevitable could be put to better use. Such as continuing my attempts to reduce the length of my to-read list, for example.
What has happened lately?
Well, Kate's in Chicago and I'm currently taking care of her rabbit, who has decided that she really liked curtains. Lusine's in Armenia and suffering from some combination of boredom and heat, though it's not so bad now, I hear, since she started having art classes. Victoria's still in SF. Anna's around, having just been freed from classes, and likewise, has errants to run (not to mention work).
My dad's finally finished the floor. That's something. And I've been collecting plants after a fashion. Mostly though, I've slept. I even slept until nine this morning which was very strange considering my usual habits, but very nice also.
Nostalgia. And I don't even know what I'm nostalgic for. Oh there are guesses, as there always will, but for this once, I don't think I'm about to hit upon the answer any time in the near future. Nor do I want to.
I'll leave off this very much rambling post with something my old ESL teacher has sent me:
ZEN SARCASM
1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me,
for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much
leave me the hell alone.
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and
leaky tire
3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your
neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be
promoted.
5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.
6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of
car
payments.
8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes.
That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have
their
shoes.
9. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish,
and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.
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What has happened lately?
Well, Kate's in Chicago and I'm currently taking care of her rabbit, who has decided that she really liked curtains. Lusine's in Armenia and suffering from some combination of boredom and heat, though it's not so bad now, I hear, since she started having art classes. Victoria's still in SF. Anna's around, having just been freed from classes, and likewise, has errants to run (not to mention work).
My dad's finally finished the floor. That's something. And I've been collecting plants after a fashion. Mostly though, I've slept. I even slept until nine this morning which was very strange considering my usual habits, but very nice also.
Nostalgia. And I don't even know what I'm nostalgic for. Oh there are guesses, as there always will, but for this once, I don't think I'm about to hit upon the answer any time in the near future. Nor do I want to.
I'll leave off this very much rambling post with something my old ESL teacher has sent me:
ZEN SARCASM
1. Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me,
for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me either. Just pretty much
leave me the hell alone.
2. The journey of a thousand miles begins with a broken fan belt and
leaky tire
3. It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal your
neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.
4. Don't be irreplaceable. If you can't be replaced, you can't be
promoted.
5. Always remember that you're unique. Just like everyone else.
6. Never test the depth of the water with both feet.
7. If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of
car
payments.
8. Before you criticize someone, you should walk a mile in their shoes.
That way, when you criticize them, you're a mile away and you have
their
shoes.
9. If at first you don't succeed, skydiving is not for you.
10. Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day. Teach him how to fish,
and he will sit in a boat and drink beer all day.
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20060813
Annoucement: Ladies, come and pick your your gents...
If you would like to reclaim / update your character, now's the time to do it. I daresay that all of them have "gained" (AHEM) enough personality to be stand-alone characters. Ah yes, about the reclaiming / updating: when a character's reclaimed, he won't appear again in my writing / art. Updating is, well, updating. You download the character profile, add / change what you will (if you would be so kind as to make the changed parts a different color, that would be much appreciated)) and then send the edited version back (email or, I don't know, you can always print it out and thwack me over the head with it?). Here are the profiles (.doc) uploaded under my geocity account. Listed alphabetically by last name we have:
Mssr. N. Lucille
Mr. M. J. Reynolds
Mr. G. F. Smith
Oh yes, if you reclaim your character, email or otherwise. Just let me know. You are not allowed to claim someone else's character unless she consents and yes, I'm leaving Zach out of it and he's not open to anyone's claim.
Any further writing (in planning or otherwise) will be postponed until I get some form of response from the three people I'm waiting to hear from (who hopefully still reads this). Meanwhile, the random sketches continues haphazardly at my livejournal.
Cheers. The year-long experiment has certainly been an experience.
Mssr. N. Lucille
Oh yes, if you reclaim your character, email or otherwise. Just let me know. You are not allowed to claim someone else's character unless she consents and yes, I'm leaving Zach out of it and he's not open to anyone's claim.
Any further writing (in planning or otherwise) will be postponed until I get some form of response from the three people I'm waiting to hear from (who hopefully still reads this). Meanwhile, the random sketches continues haphazardly at my livejournal.
Cheers. The year-long experiment has certainly been an experience.
20060805
Recap: And merrily met again
So here's a recap, something I haven't done, it seems, for a while.
Moving continues. Except now it's much less of "got to get this from here to there" and more of "how to assemble this in a semi-decent home-like manner once it's there." There is now a new floor on the first floor (no pun intended) and it's gratifying to go for DAYS without stepping on a nail that's poking through the worn through carpet. I tried avoiding the nails, but when you spend as much of your time running around the house barefoot as I tend to do, trying to avoid the nails, no matter how herculean the effort, is not good enough.
Digging around in the garden also continues. It takes approximately one month post tarp-removal for weeds to start showing up in all available and watered areas. (And by available I mean any place that's marginally less cement like than cement and the hard baked clay region.) The cucumbers have gone in and I've actually managed to start the tomatoes from seed. That's where they are still. Starting. Tomatoes from seed takes a great deal longer than tomatoes from seedling as my mother later found out. There are flowers too, and there will be more food followed by still more flowers. Currently it's all very confusing where anything will eventually end up due to the fact that my parents disagree with me in where things should go. I tend to, for instance, want to plant the things that like the sun in very sunny spots. My parents are more practical in that they hope to plant things in the area where the soil is actually workable (i.e. not cement like). There is, until either the arrival of more potting soil or a change in the rotation of earth, no right or wrong answer about this, so we'll see what happens.
Class goes on. I have just completed a program that calculates loan information and prints amortization tables. Which I don't entirely understand yet. Which the computer seems to be just fine with, once I give it the equations and format. It's boggling, but at least the computer has no trouble with negative signs-- something I think we should all be glad about.
Went to Kate's yesterday. It was her mother's birthday and I arrived just as her mother was about to leave. There was a certain amount of ranting involved, as it usually happens. And as it usually happens Kate showed me downloaded things on her laptop. I think I'm going to call these episodes of downloaded-things-viewing "cultural lessons," which is what it ideally is, except I don't have to worry about tests (there are occasional "pop quizzes" though, I think). Which is nice. We had cake and cider later, which is also nice. It never fails to amuse my parents when my friends "try to feed me", but I think there's another issue here that needs investigation.
On a random note: "mind your Ps and Qs" is cited, by the Oxford English Dictionary in 1779 as a childish abbreviation to the phrase "mind your pleases and thank yous". However, there have been various other explanations for it, which include but are probably not limited to these.
Your source of information is brought to you by:
-Google- now finally a dictionary word in the Merriam Webster Diction which the meaning is something along the lines of "to search, to find."
[edit 17:54]
Taken directly from email from Kate:
Talk about timing.
Moving continues. Except now it's much less of "got to get this from here to there" and more of "how to assemble this in a semi-decent home-like manner once it's there." There is now a new floor on the first floor (no pun intended) and it's gratifying to go for DAYS without stepping on a nail that's poking through the worn through carpet. I tried avoiding the nails, but when you spend as much of your time running around the house barefoot as I tend to do, trying to avoid the nails, no matter how herculean the effort, is not good enough.
Digging around in the garden also continues. It takes approximately one month post tarp-removal for weeds to start showing up in all available and watered areas. (And by available I mean any place that's marginally less cement like than cement and the hard baked clay region.) The cucumbers have gone in and I've actually managed to start the tomatoes from seed. That's where they are still. Starting. Tomatoes from seed takes a great deal longer than tomatoes from seedling as my mother later found out. There are flowers too, and there will be more food followed by still more flowers. Currently it's all very confusing where anything will eventually end up due to the fact that my parents disagree with me in where things should go. I tend to, for instance, want to plant the things that like the sun in very sunny spots. My parents are more practical in that they hope to plant things in the area where the soil is actually workable (i.e. not cement like). There is, until either the arrival of more potting soil or a change in the rotation of earth, no right or wrong answer about this, so we'll see what happens.
Class goes on. I have just completed a program that calculates loan information and prints amortization tables. Which I don't entirely understand yet. Which the computer seems to be just fine with, once I give it the equations and format. It's boggling, but at least the computer has no trouble with negative signs-- something I think we should all be glad about.
Went to Kate's yesterday. It was her mother's birthday and I arrived just as her mother was about to leave. There was a certain amount of ranting involved, as it usually happens. And as it usually happens Kate showed me downloaded things on her laptop. I think I'm going to call these episodes of downloaded-things-viewing "cultural lessons," which is what it ideally is, except I don't have to worry about tests (there are occasional "pop quizzes" though, I think). Which is nice. We had cake and cider later, which is also nice. It never fails to amuse my parents when my friends "try to feed me", but I think there's another issue here that needs investigation.
On a random note: "mind your Ps and Qs" is cited, by the Oxford English Dictionary in 1779 as a childish abbreviation to the phrase "mind your pleases and thank yous". However, there have been various other explanations for it, which include but are probably not limited to these.
Your source of information is brought to you by:
-Google- now finally a dictionary word in the Merriam Webster Diction which the meaning is something along the lines of "to search, to find."
[edit 17:54]
Taken directly from email from Kate:
Apparently there is some debate about the origins of the phrase. It can be traced as far back as the 17th century, but no one knows what it's *actually* referring to. There are some theories, however.
The version I've heard is the one where people confused the p's and the q's in printing shop.
I also remember the thing about "pleases" and "thank you's", which makes sense, considering the phrase itself refers to proper behaviour.
http://www.idiomsite.com/psandqs.htm
http://www.yaelf.com/aueFAQ/mifmindyourpsandqs.shtml
http://geekswithblogs.net/mtreadwell/archive/2004/04/03/3642.aspx
The version I've heard is the one where people confused the p's and the q's in printing shop.
I also remember the thing about "pleases" and "thank you's", which makes sense, considering the phrase itself refers to proper behaviour.
http://www.idiomsite.com/psandqs.htm
http://www.yaelf.com/aueFAQ/mifmindyourpsandqs.shtml
http://geekswithblogs.net/mtreadwell/archive/2004/04/03/3642.aspx
Talk about timing.
20060802
Annoucement: Guess what
I have phone again. And internet. At home.
This is possibly one of the most exciting developements that has occured to me this summer.
Look for more posts in the near future. Meanwhile, I have to get my stuff together and prep for my classes.
This is possibly one of the most exciting developements that has occured to me this summer.
Look for more posts in the near future. Meanwhile, I have to get my stuff together and prep for my classes.
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