Mental Poop

Thursday, October 31, 2002
I had a whole giant shrimp thing in my soup today. It still had its eyeballs. I was disturbed. Go cultural differences!

The funk is slowly receding, and The Funk is reasserting itself. Now all we need's some George Clinton, Hot Chocolate, and a whole lotta loose clothing.

For all you home renovators out there: when converting a garage into living space, don't choose to keep a vaulted-roof style going, regardless of how pretty and/or dramatic it is. What that ceiling choice means is that the person living under it will undergo intense heat in the summer and bitter cold in the winter. You'll save on energy bills if you just make a shorter ceiling.

It is COLD! I am such a wuss.

And more people are hitting on me. This requires thought and reflection. Go now, and leave me to ponder. Prithee and such.

Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you.

I speak, of course, of chocolate fudge pop tarts, not the pompousness of love.

I was partway through lunch when I realized I wasn't eating chicken, but a pork chop. That would explain the bone, the spongy texture, and the fact that if it was chicken, it'd be two weeks old.

I'm not sure as I like this cold weather. It brings muscle cramps and stiff joints far too quickly for my liking.

I ought to do some homework. If anyone'd like to join me, give a holla.

Today's WiGU is actually both funny and very applicable to today's world. I think major leaders should read it, and then think about their stupid racial profiling laws and infringments upon freedoms and all-around stupid activities that are useless. For days after Wednesday, this archive page link will work.

I just thought it was really neato. Seriously.

Tuesday, October 29, 2002
I had a really, REALLY good burger today. Ultimate Cheeseburger, no ketchup or mustard. It really hit the spot, and while it is a Tool of The Man, I don't care because it was so fucking tasty.

The commenting system is being strange. If I were more technically adept, I'd code an on-site system. Don't go holding your breath.

There was a mix-up last night with the 3rd waltz. It was slightly traumatic, but I am better now. Life is good.

OHOHOH and Smeagol in the black cat ears and fuzzy black bowtie is quite possibly the cutest (without being saccharine) thing EVER. I am SERIOUS, as evidenced by the capslock.

I have staples.

Sunday, October 27, 2002
Very fun. Catwoman (me), the Riddler (Will), the Joker (Smeagol) and Harley Quinn (Tara) showed up. Our Poison Ivy flaked on us, choosing instead to appear as the Prom Queen from Hell. However, a red-headed girl in her green bridesmaid dress and gloves showed up, and she cheerfully joined us and took pictures as Poison Ivy. Then, two guys showed up as Robin/aka pansy-ass Nightwing (from the movies) and Spiderman. There were many pictures taken. According to Gina, the outfit suits me. Many liked it; next time, though, I'm building Air Nikes into the shoes. Oy, but my legs feel the shock of every step now.
Jennifer and Rachel were Snowball and Mittens from the online Flash comics (found here). Ray dressed in an incredibly obnoxious coat, his leather pants, and those flipdown boots he's got, all for the effect of an Obnoxious Circus Ringleader. I got to dance with him, it was happy. I got to dance with lots of people, actually. Very happy.
I've decided that the costume of "black-dress-plus-cat-ears-equals-great-cat-costume" is LAME. If you're going to go lame one-accessory costume, then you should at least fiddle with eyeliner, or sharp nails, or something. Otherwise, don't fucking bother. Really. Sorry.

Punch-Drunk Love
Great movie. I actually gained respect for Adam Sandler because of this movie. He's not a crazy, loud fuck in this movie; he's far more subdued and restrained, while at the same time able to beat the shit out of something, than most of his other roles onscreen. He plays a repressed guy very well. I HIGHLY recommend it.

Dirty Harry's a FOX. In a grizzled scarred-up ole man kinda way.

Saturday, October 26, 2002
Where do violent tendencies come from?

Friday, October 25, 2002
So, this is mainly a test to see if anything nasty got hacked here. Apparently, Blogger got hacked by some asswipe with no genitalia. Good to know, I think.

The costume is nearly done. I'm everso pleased.


Thursday, October 24, 2002
I am all out of fortune cookies. The world is a sad and dark place.

One of the fortunes is, honesttogod, as follows:

If you've got it, flaunt it.


There are so many levels to the human psyche and all that, it's hard to tell where things come from. You can pinpoint some things, but others are too layered, too deep to really figure out. Or, they're not deep at all and they're right in front of you and you go "D'oh!" when you finally see them right next to your keys on the table you're leaning on.

If I was a parfait, I'd be chocolate and vanilla pudding with various crumbled candies scattered through the layers.

OH GOD, literally.

Wednesday, October 23, 2002
In a dark alleyway...


I just saw an ad for this microwave oven cleaning thing where you put in the plastic baggie, cook it for some period of time, and wait for it to explode while cooking. It pops! Then you clean the baked-on explosions from previous foods and voila! clean oven.


New quiz page has been up for a few hours. Go me, I got it done before tutoring. Any broken images are not my fault.

Jennifer did indeed braid my hair tonight after Buffy and during Smallville. It was entertaining, and hopefully helpful.

Mom got chinese food and left it where I could find it. She rocks sometimes.

It is butt-ass COLD, my friends. I need to carry around, like, a portable bonfire because I am chilled, and not in the happy way of a nice bottle of wine or tasty ice cream.

Monday, October 21, 2002
So, yeah. Weekend was less than stellar. No one you know's fault.

We'll see when we're over this.

Friday, October 18, 2002
A disclaimer often seen on dandruff shampoo ads is this: Stops visible flakes.

There are invisible flakes?

Which reminds me, big shout-out to the Movie Night folks - mathmathmath love for the learning adolescents! I owe you.

In the coming weeks, I'm going to be polling you, the reader, about a somewhat sensitive subject - sex. My Adolescent Issues class has a research paper, and I have chosen the topic of teen sex, and when/why teens choose to "do it". One of the ways to get data on this is through anonymous surveys, and I intend to do this. So, thanks in advance. Scholarly papers are neato!

Wednesday, October 16, 2002
Awww - deviantART; Phillippe Idol by angrytoom

Well. That was interesting.

Turns out Seminar paper is due next Monday. Oh well, it's finished. Other paper got done in time to see prospective houses for Noah. I'd like to point to my upbringing in an affluent town as a possible reason for why I may have been slightly biased/distant. As it stands, I'd take the interior of the second choice, exterior of the first, and $10,000 worth of landscaping and appliances. But that's me and my imagination.

Fred Dalton Thompson is GREAT in Law&Order. Elisabeth Rohm bothers me. However, this show is great, and now, thanks to my sociology class, I am examining the things it has to say about society, law, and the like. That, and FDT just said "nattering nabobs of negativism". I LOVE this show.

"What's the difference between you and a mallard with a cold? One's a sick duck... I can't remember how it ends, but your mother's a whore."

No, that wasn't FDT, but it was close. And hell, the man makes analogies all the time. I'm in love, but only in a platonic way. Guys older than my dad and saggier than jersey sheets after 5 dogs have tried to burrow through them and then lots of rough sex afterwards. Or vice versa. Either way, really. Saggy. You know.

Vengeance feels good, even if it's not your own. Huh.

Tuesday, October 15, 2002
Before I go to sleep -

Cleaned desk off today. ROCK.

Made copies of the complete Les Miserables recordings. Yay for Jennifer.

According to Alex, I have improved in the waltz. This is happyhappy, esp since he is shorter than me and thus has to contend both with longer legs (and, by extension, knees) and girly chest at about his clavicle.

There's a spider in my car. It's kinda worrisome, if only because it might be a problem if it crawls on me in traffic. Yipe.

Monday, October 14, 2002

Also, I've been liking the way the comments for this blog entry have been going.

Sunday, October 13, 2002
Whilst wasting time - from JonLin's LJ:

It's by Tony Levin.. a bass player I really admire (amongst few..). It's from his book "Beyond the Bass Clef..."
The Life and Art of Bass Playing
by Tony Levin

In the beginning there was a bass. It was a Fender, probably a Precision, but it could have been a Jazz - nobody knows. Anyway, it was very old ... definitely pre-C.B.S.

And God looked down upon it and saw that it was good. He saw that it was very good in fact, and couldn't be improved on at all (though men would later try.) And so He let it be and He created a man to play the bass.

and lo the man looked upon the bass, which was a beautiful 'sunburst' red, and he loved it. He played upon the open E string and the note rang through the earth and reverberated throughout the firmaments (thus reverb came to be.) And it was good. And God heard that it was good and
He smiled at his handiwork.

Then in the course of time, the man came to slap upon the bass. And lo it was funky.

And God heard this funkiness and He said, "Go man, go." And it was good.

And more time passed, and, having little else to do, the man came to practice upon the bass. And lo, the man came to have upon him a great set of chops. And he did play faster and faster until the notes rippled like a breeze through the heavens.

And God heard this sound which sounded something like the wind, which He had created earlier. It also sounded something like the movement of furniture, which He hadn't even created yet, and He was not so pleased. And He spoke to the man, saying "Don't do that!"

Now the man heard the voice of God, but he was so excited about his new ability that he slapped upon the bass a blizzard of funky notes. And the heavens shook with the sound, and the Angels ran about in confusion. (Some of the Angels started to dance, but that's another story.)

And God heard this - how could He miss it - and lo He became Bugged. And He spoke to the man, and He said, "Listen man, if I wanted Jimi Hendrix I would have created the guitar. Stick to the bass parts."

And the man heard the voice of God, and he knew not to mess with it. But now he had upon him a passion for playing fast and high. The man took the frets off the bass which God had created. And the man did slide his fingers upon the fretless fingerboard and play melodies high upon the neck. And, in his excitement, the man did forget the commandment of the Lord, and he played a frenzy of high melodies and blindingly fast licks. And the heavens rocked with the assault and the earth shook, rattled and rolled.

Now God's wrath was great. And His voice was thunder as He spoke to the man.

And He said, "O.K. for you, pal. You have not heeded My word. Lo, I shall create a soprano saxophone and it shall play higher than you can even think of."

"And from out of the chaos I shall bring forth the drums. And they shall play so many notes thine head shall ache, and I shall make you to always stand next to the drummer."

"You think you're loud? I shall create a stack of Marshall guitar amps to make thine ears bleed. And I shall send down upon the earth other instruments, and lo, they shall all be able to play higher and faster than the bass."

"And for all the days of man, your curse shall be this; that all the other musicians shall look to you, the bass player, for the low notes. And if you play too high or fast all the other musicians shall say "Wow" but really they shall hate it. And they shall tell you you're ready for
your solo career, and find other bass players for their bands. And for all your days if you want to play your fancy licks you shall have to sneak them in like a thief in the night."

"And if you finally do get to play a solo, everyone shall leave the bandstand and go to the bar for a drink."

And it was so.

Saturday, October 12, 2002
Do I need to put a sign up, like, blinking, saying I'm taking a shower and not to use hoses, toilets, washing machines, and sinks? I mean, do I?

Keifer Sutherland rocks. He just does.

It was so neat. I got to sleep in today - no alarms, nothing. It was great.

Friday, October 11, 2002
I found him kinda cute in Independence Day: Fametracker :: Hey! It's That Guy! :: Adam Baldwin

I got to reference Law&Order in Seminar today! We were talking about exorcism, and I mentioned the episode about the exorcist woman who killed a girl. Yup, kids, exorcism is still an issue.

OO! I was right about the grizzly bear skull. Teach took it to an expert, and she took one look and pronounced it grizzly.
In addition, today I got to help clean human burial remains for a rush job for Teach's company. It was COOL, if filthy. Oh, the mud. I'm really liking this archaeology thing.

Apparently, I can say smart-sounding things in Theory class without having read the book. ROCK.

Fuck. Ok, after Law&Order tonight, I'm going to try to do some serious work. Thanks to all who have sent mojo, if you sent it.

DAMN THE MAN, unless it's about a woman's boobies. But still, DAMN THE MAN.

That's it. I'm going to bed.

It just HAD to be frikkin' cold today, didn't it.

If I ever get another dog, and he's a feisty one, his name will be Jack McCoy. I tell you, it'll be GREAT.

Great, unlike my passport photo. Sweet mother of mercy, I look like a man.

Got any info on Harold Garfinkel, the ethnomethodologist, and his contributions to sociology? I'd be interested in hearing it. LOTS of it.

If you've got any to spare, could you send me some getting-papers-done-in-a-healthy-fashion-so-I-can-go-relax-this-weekend mojo? Thanks.

Wednesday, October 09, 2002
Today was a day of ups and downs, and it ain't over yet!

After class, I went to Encore in WC and got a unitard, gloves, and mask. The mask isn't Catwoman Classic, but it's pretty goddamn neato. I'll need cat-ears.

Then, I went to Shoe Pavilion and got some kinda cheap kinda not boots. They seem pretty comfy, so they're not a total one-shot thing.

I got an hour or so of nap time, although it wasn't planned in the least. But was ok. The fish bone book didn't come in, so we couldn't do that. Oh, the agony.

Then, when I got home, I had many pieces of mail.
1. Passport. For once, the government moved quickly.
2. PWFC membership packet. GLAMOUR SHOTS.
3. Sluggy Book 7.

Now, I should eat, then go over homework. Ugh. Thank goodness next Friday is NO-CLASS-DAY.

Tuesday, October 08, 2002
I'm bored, so I'm going to kill time not by being scholarly, but by rambling about the Gaskell's costume. Mmmm, rehashing.

As Batman villains seem to be a theme (The Joker, 2 Harley Quinns, Poison Ivy, and The Riddler), I think it only right that Catwoman make an appearance. That, and I didn't have anything better to do (although I must admit, Paisley is tempting).

So, how to make it interesting, flattering, and danceable? The long-sleeved unitard makes sense, although Ugh, spandex is NO ONE's friend. In addition, the catsuit in the cartoon was grey, as I recall. Finding that miiiiiiight be difficult (thank you Noah and Noire for bringing links to my attention. You rock!), but we'll see. If not, no big deal. Longish black gloves, fitted boots, and some kind of mask, and that ought to do it.

The sad thing is, I don't know about the cash flow part of this. Nearly everything that comes in has to go to the Feed-KJB-and-Make-Sure-She-Can-Do-Required-Events-In-Rome Fund. This amuses me slightly, as the NZ trip, while more expensive, probably is partially because all the student does themselves is most meals. For Rome, the student pays for some meals, all train fares, bus fares, entrance fees, etc. So they'd probably cost about the same, or slightly closer than it seems now. haHA!


So, yeah. The damn perfectionist is slowly rumbling awake from a nap.

In other news, why the hell is Charlize Theron in every goddamn movie nowadays? Just because she's cheaper than Ashley Judd (and skankier) doesn't mean she's god's gift to celluloid.

Well, maybe I'll get a chance to look into this, although I've got crap to do. Crap I should be doing now. Hrm.

Long entry, ugh. I'd sorta forgotten what it was like to be preoccupied a lot.

So, I had to edumacate an Englishman about proper grammar, at least here in the States.

I'd say it was fun, but it wasn't. Except the being right bit - that was fun. It is ALWAYS fun.

My bathroom is situated such that if any section of pipe anywhere in the house clogs, my toilet and shower flood. This means I have to clean my shower for the umpteenth time tonight. Stupid thing.

Are full-body dance leotards expensive?

Sunday, October 06, 2002
Well. That was busy.

Stripping paint can be both a relaxing and pain-in-the-ass way to spend a day. You can take your frustrations out on the wall and decompress, or you can go absolutely insane trying to get every little bit off in one giant chunk.

That was how Saturday was mostly spent.

Sunday had the A's-Twins playoff game. The first two-thirds of the bottom half of the ninth inning were spectacular, as the A's seemed to be pulling a comeback (5-1 to 5-4) out of their asses. Then the designated hitter hit a foul that was caught (this was with two outs, 3 balls, and two strikes. What a way to lose, eh.). My throat hurts from being so vocal; it's been a while.

I'm skipping choir tonight because of said sore throat. Crazy shiznat, my friends.

How do you get bobbleheads to stay put in your car?

Friday, October 04, 2002
First Anthony Michael Hall, and now Molly Ringwald? What the hell?

I have finished Buffy Season 1. I am now caught up to season 3. Now all's I've got to do is wait til, like, December of next year for Season 3 on DVD.


Growing up is a weird thing. Just today or so I was wishing, really wishing, I could go back to elementary school. I'm not sure what it was that struck me at just that moment, but back then life was so full, so open-ended. Maybe it even seemed simpler then. Who knows; time and wishful thinking clouds many a memory.

It's settled. Otis Spunkmeyer puts crack in the cookies. DougFromHighSchool, your mom worked for them, you must know. If you read this, dude, I'm telling you - IT'S CRACK. Or smack. Possibly nicotine. Maybe even speed. No, it can't be speed, I sometimes fall asleep after eating it. Other times, perky-time!

Thursday, October 03, 2002

From Free Will Astrology : Taurus Horoscope:
Taurus Horoscope for week of October 3, 2002

Late at night when there's no traffic, I like to stride down the middle of empty roads that by day are crawling with cars. I dance, pirouette, sing songs made up on the spot, fling my arms up in prayer, and generally celebrate my sovereignty over a territory that usually belongs to heavy machines and their operators. In the coming week, Taurus, I encourage you to be inspired by my example. Seize power in a spot where you normally have little influence. If only for an hour, and even if you're the sole inhabitant, act like you own the place. With all your heart, imagine that you are its ruler and rule-maker. This will allay any anxiety that might be gnawing at your confidence.

"Right now, a man in Beijing is transferring money to a Swiss bank account for a contract on his mother's life.


Good for him."

So, class was cancelled today. I got a nice nap in, but sadly no cookies. I hope Bryan wasn't mad at me or anything for using pretty much the last of the butter for my toast. I hope my self-conscious feelings of that-crazy-heathen-I-wish-she'd-go-away-and-stop-freeloading are just that - self-conscious drivel.

Why do people put demons into books, effectively trapping them, and NOT destroy the damn book?

"Well, I don't dangle a corkscrew from my ear."
"That's not where I dangle it."

Ahhh, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Such genius dialogue.
And hey! now there's some Law & Order. It's a wonder I get my homework done... wait....

Wednesday, October 02, 2002
You know the Broon and Moonie show?

You know the song they sing? About polar bears?

I referenced dead polar bear babies and their mother's grief in Sociological Theory today.

I felt kinda bad, having people see the giggle-stifle.

As I enjoy reheated wor won ton soup, I shall reflect one certain things.


I pity the people who came in early/with everyone else on the whole Harry Potter thing. I think I'd kill things if I had to wait a year for a book I could read in a day.

A recent quiz tells me that if I were to star in a porno, it'd be a gang bang flick. I find this amusing.

We were talking about the nature of self, the mind, the identity, etc, in my theory class today. I got to make several extended metaphors that amused me, at the very least. I saw a couple of smiles, but that might have been because of the ass I was making of myself.

Otis Spunkmeyer puts deflavored nicotine in their cookies. That must be it.

Tuesday, October 01, 2002
Ok, so, a couple of years ago a girl at my high school died b/c she was driving home from something, and crashed into a tree because she kept dozing off. I used to think, Gosh that's crazy. However, now I can honestly say, it's crazy. It was a similar thing of what happens to me occasionally in the morning (the sun is so bright that I can barely keep my eyes open no matter how much or little sleep I've gotten), only this was at night and I kept seeing things. Like, our lamppost at the bottom of the driveway was a big scary man. Curves in the bike lane marker became raccoons. You get the idea.

If I had had any brains at all, I would've pulled over and closed my eyes for a bit, or stayed at Jennifer's for a bit.



My crafts projects have been delayed, but I have recieved a copy of the first Harry Potter book, so at least my brain will rot in one way, if not the other.

Costume update: Riding boots still fit. However, they are not skintight, nor are they insanely comfortable - they are competition boots, which can chafe the back of the knee as they are VERY tall. So instead of foot pain, leg pain. I don't have buckets of cash available for this costume, sadly, less so since Jan Term will cost food $$, so.
If you've got an idea, email me. Or comment here. I mean, honestly, people, it's not hard. :)