Hello, all.
It seems, for Dennis, at least, that Christmas comes every time a package finds its way to the front porch. Last night, while I was beginning to enjoy my brief holiday (woot) and he was at work, a box arrived, containing a copy of Guitar Hero II and the accompanying guitar-shaped controller. I must say, this is a most amusing game. Good enough that I set up a user account on XBOX Live to keep track of my own records.
Give it a shot if you have a chance.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Everyone pull out your pictures and brag on your children!
This is Tribbles.He is very fond of basil and strawberries.
See? Didn't I say he's cute?
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Photographic evidence to be added at a later date!
Dennis and I went to Tupelo today and bought a guinea pig. Very cute, it has a faux-hawk.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Adopt a Squid!
I appreciate people who make a habit of donating to charitable organizations. It's good for the soul, and not bad for those who are receiving aid, either. But when retailers jump on the bandwagon (i.e. the current spree of designers cranking out red items), the spirit of charity gets marred by capitalism and materialism. The designer makes money, and the consumer gets a product. Instead of spending $50 on a red handbag with a tag that proclaims that a portion of the proceeds will go to help AIDS patients in Africa - lady, you don't need that red handbag ... it's pretty gaudy and you have nothing in your wardrobe that goes with it - why not just find an organization and write a check. At least then it's tax deductable, if you must have justification beyond the concept of "charity."
Above is a link for a website selling giant plush squid ... squids? For a minimum of $400, you can help tsunami victims rebuild their lives ... and have a giant plush squid! Granted, they are very large, and very well made (by hand, even!), but what would one do with an enormous stuffed squid? Make films that combine a plush fetish with tentacle porn?
Above is a link for a website selling giant plush squid ... squids? For a minimum of $400, you can help tsunami victims rebuild their lives ... and have a giant plush squid! Granted, they are very large, and very well made (by hand, even!), but what would one do with an enormous stuffed squid? Make films that combine a plush fetish with tentacle porn?
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Something witty and effortless
It is truly amazing how easily educated, reasonably intelligent people can be entertained. Deal or No Deal was introduced to the American television audience, and until a few weeks ago I remained blissfully ignorant of how exactly it worked. All I could gather through the brief moments I was exposed to while channel surfing was that money, screaming, and girls with numbered briefcases were involved. Somehow.
But in reality it's a game of chance and self-sabotage. No real skill involved. And yet it can be fascinating.
With "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" we could laugh at people for being stupid and missing easy questions about nursery rhymes or well known stories from Greek mythology. With "Deal or No Deal" there is a test of a person's character. Are they willing to take risks? Do they let greed cloud their better judgment? How do they deal with a relative whose advice potentially cost them tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars?
If you are interested in witnessing these phenomena, spend a few minutes watching the show. Just don't let yourself be dazzled by the sparkly outfits worn by the briefcase models.
But in reality it's a game of chance and self-sabotage. No real skill involved. And yet it can be fascinating.
With "Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?" we could laugh at people for being stupid and missing easy questions about nursery rhymes or well known stories from Greek mythology. With "Deal or No Deal" there is a test of a person's character. Are they willing to take risks? Do they let greed cloud their better judgment? How do they deal with a relative whose advice potentially cost them tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars?
If you are interested in witnessing these phenomena, spend a few minutes watching the show. Just don't let yourself be dazzled by the sparkly outfits worn by the briefcase models.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
A lengthy discussion on the direction studio has taken, over a bottle of the most sovereign vodka we could afford
Don't you hate those professors who pretend to offer students control over their own education?
Cut the crap, people! You know there is only one acceptable course of action. We know there is only one acceptable course of action. You know that we know that there is only one acceptable course of action. And we know that you know that we know that there is only one acceptable course of action.
And that course of action is to do everything within our power to gain the approval of our all-powerful instructors.
If having our scholarships renewed wasn't so dependent on maintaining a decent GPA, the outcome would be a bit more interesting. Instead of talking about a revolt, we would have a revolt. Instead of folding like a flock of origami sheep, we would enforce university policies stating that class is dismissed if the instructor does not arrive within ten minutes of the scheduled start time.
The studio professors expect us to devote 100 percent of our time and energy to a class that makes up 30 to 50 percent of our class schedule (in terms of course hours), but also expect that we perform well in our other classes. And get plenty of sleep.
I think I'm ready for spring break ...
Cut the crap, people! You know there is only one acceptable course of action. We know there is only one acceptable course of action. You know that we know that there is only one acceptable course of action. And we know that you know that we know that there is only one acceptable course of action.
And that course of action is to do everything within our power to gain the approval of our all-powerful instructors.
If having our scholarships renewed wasn't so dependent on maintaining a decent GPA, the outcome would be a bit more interesting. Instead of talking about a revolt, we would have a revolt. Instead of folding like a flock of origami sheep, we would enforce university policies stating that class is dismissed if the instructor does not arrive within ten minutes of the scheduled start time.
The studio professors expect us to devote 100 percent of our time and energy to a class that makes up 30 to 50 percent of our class schedule (in terms of course hours), but also expect that we perform well in our other classes. And get plenty of sleep.
I think I'm ready for spring break ...
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Things that go "Mmm ... Ohhh ... *BUMP*" in the night
It's time for a real life example!
This week in Materials, we went on a visit to some retail/residential building sites in the Cotton District. Framing, woo. The walls between shops or apartments had studs that were placed in an alternating, zig-zaggy pattern, to create more room for insulation and to dampen the transfer of sound through the wall.
The dividing wall at the duplex apparently doesn't include this feature.
I was having dinner with Dennis the other night, and I kept hearing these sounds. I narrowed it down to two possibilities. Either the couple in the other half of the duplex was having an after-dinner romp, or the guy was watching porn while jumping rope.
Something for everyone to consider when looking for living arrangements in the future.
This week in Materials, we went on a visit to some retail/residential building sites in the Cotton District. Framing, woo. The walls between shops or apartments had studs that were placed in an alternating, zig-zaggy pattern, to create more room for insulation and to dampen the transfer of sound through the wall.
The dividing wall at the duplex apparently doesn't include this feature.
I was having dinner with Dennis the other night, and I kept hearing these sounds. I narrowed it down to two possibilities. Either the couple in the other half of the duplex was having an after-dinner romp, or the guy was watching porn while jumping rope.
Something for everyone to consider when looking for living arrangements in the future.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
VD is not the preferred abbreviation for Valentine's Day
Hello, all!
This year for Valentine's Day, our studio professors gave us a sh*tload of work to do for a jury presentation next week. Fantastic. Thanks for ruining any chance of having a weekend with only slightly more than average amounts of stress.
In case anyone cares, this is the first year I've actually had a boyfriend during Valentine's Day. Dennis and I weren't technically together at this time last year. But the festivities have to wait until he gets his tax return or his paycheck, as he is currently overdrawn from the moving expenses.
So I bought myself some new toys. A bright, shiny chisel and a rubber mallet. So if this architecture gig doesn't work out, I can apprentice as some sort of carpenter ... shipbuilding, cabinetry, furniture, wooden shoes ...
Anyhoo.
Happy Condom Week!
If you can't be "good," be "bad" in a responsible manner.
This year for Valentine's Day, our studio professors gave us a sh*tload of work to do for a jury presentation next week. Fantastic. Thanks for ruining any chance of having a weekend with only slightly more than average amounts of stress.
In case anyone cares, this is the first year I've actually had a boyfriend during Valentine's Day. Dennis and I weren't technically together at this time last year. But the festivities have to wait until he gets his tax return or his paycheck, as he is currently overdrawn from the moving expenses.
So I bought myself some new toys. A bright, shiny chisel and a rubber mallet. So if this architecture gig doesn't work out, I can apprentice as some sort of carpenter ... shipbuilding, cabinetry, furniture, wooden shoes ...
Anyhoo.
Happy Condom Week!
If you can't be "good," be "bad" in a responsible manner.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Monday, January 15, 2007
Slosh
Hi all.
So I wake up this morning to a call from my dad. It seems Mary Elizabeth pulled a chair up to the counter and broke into a box of children's Alavert from the cabinet. Nine tablets.
So they took her to the emergency room (good thing the hospital's literally across the street, huh?) and were there until about 5:30 this morning.
Consider this my contribution to the arguments about pharmaceuticals. Is it so important that medicine tastes good so that children will take it? Or have they even considered that it could be misinterpreted as a tempting treat?
Bah.
So I wake up this morning to a call from my dad. It seems Mary Elizabeth pulled a chair up to the counter and broke into a box of children's Alavert from the cabinet. Nine tablets.
So they took her to the emergency room (good thing the hospital's literally across the street, huh?) and were there until about 5:30 this morning.
Consider this my contribution to the arguments about pharmaceuticals. Is it so important that medicine tastes good so that children will take it? Or have they even considered that it could be misinterpreted as a tempting treat?
Bah.
Monday, January 01, 2007
Hey, I turn 21 this year! Just 11 months to go ...
The following post was written on New Year's Day, and I'm too lazy to correct any of the sentences to bring them up to date, so just keep that in mind.
Well, Happy New Year to all. What did everyone do last night? If I didn't have to go to work tomorrow, I would have been in Diamondhead shooting off fireworks or nerding out with my yeti, but instead I found myself sitting on the couch in my sherpa booties watching a movie with my mom. We'll put that in the "bonding" column.
Making my resolutions requires a tiny bit more thought than the masses. I don't smoke, so I can't quit. I'm underweight, so I really shouldn't diet. I guess I could work on getting organized a little better ... maybe. But I think my main focus for 2007 will be to become less dependant on frozen/microwavable food. And also be more responsible in budgeting my time. Woo.
Dennis is coming to Starkville for the weekend. We'll be checking out his prospective living arrangements and making plans for when he moves in. We're thinking end of January/beginning of February.
Back to the ship for a little more cruise? Okay.
During the muster drill, we established that the only way Dennis would survive any sort of major catastrophe would be for him to swim to the nearest body of land. I'd be herded into a lifeboat with several dozen women and children. Fortunately, the ship didn't sink.
The muster drill serves two purposes: 1. to make sure everyone knows the emergency procedures on board, and 2. to get everyone out of their rooms long enough for the housekeeping staff to drop off the news for the next day and your minty chocolates.
By the time we got back to our room, we were ready for some uninterrupted "alone" time. Including a nap.
We decided to be dorks that night and have dinner delivered instead of getting dressed to go to the formal dining room. We dove into the chocolate covered strawberries and champagne, but couldn't quite finish it. Ah, well ...
And that was Monday.
Well, Happy New Year to all. What did everyone do last night? If I didn't have to go to work tomorrow, I would have been in Diamondhead shooting off fireworks or nerding out with my yeti, but instead I found myself sitting on the couch in my sherpa booties watching a movie with my mom. We'll put that in the "bonding" column.
Making my resolutions requires a tiny bit more thought than the masses. I don't smoke, so I can't quit. I'm underweight, so I really shouldn't diet. I guess I could work on getting organized a little better ... maybe. But I think my main focus for 2007 will be to become less dependant on frozen/microwavable food. And also be more responsible in budgeting my time. Woo.
Dennis is coming to Starkville for the weekend. We'll be checking out his prospective living arrangements and making plans for when he moves in. We're thinking end of January/beginning of February.
Back to the ship for a little more cruise? Okay.
During the muster drill, we established that the only way Dennis would survive any sort of major catastrophe would be for him to swim to the nearest body of land. I'd be herded into a lifeboat with several dozen women and children. Fortunately, the ship didn't sink.
The muster drill serves two purposes: 1. to make sure everyone knows the emergency procedures on board, and 2. to get everyone out of their rooms long enough for the housekeeping staff to drop off the news for the next day and your minty chocolates.
By the time we got back to our room, we were ready for some uninterrupted "alone" time. Including a nap.
We decided to be dorks that night and have dinner delivered instead of getting dressed to go to the formal dining room. We dove into the chocolate covered strawberries and champagne, but couldn't quite finish it. Ah, well ...
And that was Monday.
Friday, December 22, 2006
Does this mean I'm dead?
| You scored 46 John, 37 George, 26 Ringo, and 46 Paul! |
| The Beatle with the highest score is where you rank! For example, if you have 50 John, 5 Paul, 10 George, and 29 Ringo, you're most like John! |
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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| Link: The Which Beatle are You Test written by reamund11 on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test |
Good morning, all. Don't you love waking up at 3 a.m. to pay homage to the porcelain god? Anyway, since I'm already awake, let's catch up on my adventures in the Bahamas.
After spending a couple of nights on an air mattress on the landing at the top of the stairs in Dennis's house, the hotel was a most pleasant surprise. It was easily twice the size of any hotel room I've ever stayed in before. There was a full living room - no joke, coffee table, couch, and a couple more chairs with a side table between them. I also have a humorous (in retrospect) anecdote about the night we arrived, but you can ask me about it in person.
The next morning we took a taxi to the pier. Horrifying experience, I wish it only on truly evil people. After handing off most of our luggage to a Jamaican man to be loaded onto the ship, we stood around outside the terminal while the crew finished a fire drill. Finally, after waiting in line and going up an escalator and waiting in two more lines and going up another escalator and waiting in another line and having our picture taken ("Welcome aboard!"), we boarded the ship and found our stateroom, where I found part one of my surprise from Dennis. Champagne, strawberries, and a gift bag with fun little snacks and a picture frame. We were hungry by then, so off we went to the cafe on deck 11, where I tried mussels!
Okay, getting sleepy again. I'll pick up next time, starting with the muster drill.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Hold on, where's the Russian with the silverware?!?
Hello all around.
Well, after a lovely 6 1/2 hour drive today, I'm finally back in J-Town. You'll pardon my excitement, I hope. I promise to give a detailed account of my trip later (or at least the parts I remember ... woo for champagne and pina coladas and margaritas and flying monkeys ... er, what is this alcohol you speak of?) - including PICTURES!!! :D
But now I must be crashing. Work tomorrow. *sigh*
Well, after a lovely 6 1/2 hour drive today, I'm finally back in J-Town. You'll pardon my excitement, I hope. I promise to give a detailed account of my trip later (or at least the parts I remember ... woo for champagne and pina coladas and margaritas and flying monkeys ... er, what is this alcohol you speak of?) - including PICTURES!!! :D
But now I must be crashing. Work tomorrow. *sigh*
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tasty enough to make a yeti purr.
Men ... are curious creatures.
So, Dennis says he's getting me something for the cruise that'll cause me to make girly sounds. Conversation:
M - You ARE trying to spoil me!
D - (smiley with halo)
M - Ha! (devil smiley)
M - Will they be loud girly sounds?
D - I hope so
M - Any chance I'll cry?
D - No
M - Not that good, eh?
D - Haha
D - I don't want you to cry
M - Good cry, not bad cry
D - That is saved for the future
M - Oh? ;)
D - Yeah, I think you might get overwhealmed by the whole situation, though
D - Cruise, surprise, break from school
M - Haha
M - So, nothing I'll need to call home to report?
D - No
M - But definitely girly noises involved?
D - Yea
I'm still not allowed to use the M word, but the L word is officially okay. Woo!
Ew, hope nobody suffocates in my estrogen cloud. :P
So, Dennis says he's getting me something for the cruise that'll cause me to make girly sounds. Conversation:
M - You ARE trying to spoil me!
D - (smiley with halo)
M - Ha! (devil smiley)
M - Will they be loud girly sounds?
D - I hope so
M - Any chance I'll cry?
D - No
M - Not that good, eh?
D - Haha
D - I don't want you to cry
M - Good cry, not bad cry
D - That is saved for the future
M - Oh? ;)
D - Yeah, I think you might get overwhealmed by the whole situation, though
D - Cruise, surprise, break from school
M - Haha
M - So, nothing I'll need to call home to report?
D - No
M - But definitely girly noises involved?
D - Yea
I'm still not allowed to use the M word, but the L word is officially okay. Woo!
Ew, hope nobody suffocates in my estrogen cloud. :P
Sunday, November 26, 2006
No tribble at all ...
Well, I just saw most of you over the Thanksgiving holiday, so this will be a shout-out to Jenn :)
*wave*
Yeah, I've finished the group project for Passives and my restaurant for studio, so with the exception of a short paper for Social Problems and juries on Monday, it's all smooth sailing for the next two weeks.
And then I get to spend a whole week with my favorite yeti :D
Yes, I'll take lots of pictures. But not too many ...
Well, that's it for now, gonna pack my crap into my car so I can drive back to Starkvegas this afternoon.
*wave*
Yeah, I've finished the group project for Passives and my restaurant for studio, so with the exception of a short paper for Social Problems and juries on Monday, it's all smooth sailing for the next two weeks.
And then I get to spend a whole week with my favorite yeti :D
Yes, I'll take lots of pictures. But not too many ...
Well, that's it for now, gonna pack my crap into my car so I can drive back to Starkvegas this afternoon.
Thursday, November 02, 2006
I reserve all my patience for the time between visits.
Yay for my last week as a teenager!
I love getting mail, especially when it's addressed to my name and not "boxholder." And double especially when it's fun mail, like cards and packages. So far I've gotten two this week. Packages, that is ... Both from Dennis :)
Yes, now we can watch Scrubs on my tv whenever we'd like to be "watching Scrubs."
*ahem*
Funfun.
I love getting mail, especially when it's addressed to my name and not "boxholder." And double especially when it's fun mail, like cards and packages. So far I've gotten two this week. Packages, that is ... Both from Dennis :)
Yes, now we can watch Scrubs on my tv whenever we'd like to be "watching Scrubs."
*ahem*
Funfun.
Friday, October 27, 2006
YARP!
Hello all. May I ask a question? Besides that one, of course ...
When your significant man-friend starts engaging in long conversations that involve a house with a big yard with a privacy fence for you and your (that's the two-person version of "you" and "your") dogs, and does things to figure out your jewelry preferences, would it be wise to read a little deeper into it? Not that it can go all that much deeper, come on ...
:)
When your significant man-friend starts engaging in long conversations that involve a house with a big yard with a privacy fence for you and your (that's the two-person version of "you" and "your") dogs, and does things to figure out your jewelry preferences, would it be wise to read a little deeper into it? Not that it can go all that much deeper, come on ...
:)
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Pistols are just sexier, okay?
Let the ranting begin!
Apparently someone has recently decided to turn their room into a dance club. One that caters to those with an urban musical taste, if you catch my drift. Repetitive rhythms have been pumped into my room at all hours of the day. And you know it's bad if someone who's slowly going deaf can complain about noise problems. See, we're supposed to have this "courtesy policy" regarding noise levels 24/7, with designated "quiet hours" between 10 p.m. and 10 a.m., unless someone has obtained written permission from the residence director to throw a hall party or something along those lines.
Students in design majors don't get enough sleep as it is, and this wonderful element pretty much eliminates any chance of an afternoon catnap. Less sleep means grumpy design majors. Grumpy design majors have access to all sorts of tools that can be used to come up with creative solutions to all their problems. If their creativity doesn't suffer due to sleep deprivation.
Apparently someone has recently decided to turn their room into a dance club. One that caters to those with an urban musical taste, if you catch my drift. Repetitive rhythms have been pumped into my room at all hours of the day. And you know it's bad if someone who's slowly going deaf can complain about noise problems. See, we're supposed to have this "courtesy policy" regarding noise levels 24/7, with designated "quiet hours" between 10 p.m. and 10 a.m., unless someone has obtained written permission from the residence director to throw a hall party or something along those lines.
Students in design majors don't get enough sleep as it is, and this wonderful element pretty much eliminates any chance of an afternoon catnap. Less sleep means grumpy design majors. Grumpy design majors have access to all sorts of tools that can be used to come up with creative solutions to all their problems. If their creativity doesn't suffer due to sleep deprivation.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
So much for our usual reversal of gender roles
While Heather was out having her engagement high, I was playing host to my favorite man-beast. Somehow during his visit, Dennis never touched a single piece of cooking equipment. I was in charge of making mozzarella sticks, muffins, pizza, and pancakes, he was in charge of paying for stuff and saying "yes, dear."
Visiting made him think more seriously about transferring to the Starkville Lowes, getting an apartment, and taking classes somewhere to get his business degree. Then he can save up for his bakery or restaurant or whatever kick he's on until I'm finished at State.
I really hated to see the weekend end. It flew by, and I loved every second with Dennis. By the time I'd gotten back to my room after taking him to his car, I couldn't hold it together, I already missed him.
Someone needs to tell me I'm being stupid and girly.
Visiting made him think more seriously about transferring to the Starkville Lowes, getting an apartment, and taking classes somewhere to get his business degree. Then he can save up for his bakery or restaurant or whatever kick he's on until I'm finished at State.
I really hated to see the weekend end. It flew by, and I loved every second with Dennis. By the time I'd gotten back to my room after taking him to his car, I couldn't hold it together, I already missed him.
Someone needs to tell me I'm being stupid and girly.
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