here I am sitting and waiting for a funny blog to come to mind. I'm overdue...on my blogging, at least, and figure I need to do something about it.
(insert blank stare)
yep, that's about it.
whew-
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
On becoming a Simpson-
"no a skunk isn't a mammal..."
next biggest dumb comment I've made so far this century...it might even beat the Viking comment I made a few weeks ago. So, hence the title of this blog, I think I was secretly born as Jessica Simpsons (fraternal) twin sister (ERGO, minus the looks)...I DID, however, learn my ABCs at an early age so they put me up for adoption- sigh
Well, it all started because we, Rob, Laura, and I, were talking at dinner about the rat that got into my apt one sultry Thursday afternoon. The discussion had turned to rodents, and Laura said "what I want to know is, what is a skunk? Is it considered a rodent?" and we queried over it for a few seconds before Rob said "well, it's a mammal...isn't it?" quickly followed by my ridiculously unthought-out retort, and in a very condesending tone as if Robin was such a young naive thing (wait, but isnt he? haha jk) he didn't know a skunk wasn't a mammal...then reality stepped in just as pride from being the "intelligent" member promptly stepped out-
then the conversation turned to the platypus...which, I've found (see Platypus), really IS a mammal (Mammals for Dummies), contrary to our Saturday night groups decision. But it lays eggs, which makes it difficult for the conceptually challenged to...well...conceive. Why are we conceptually challenged, you might ask? Well, by the end of our discussion we had affirmed that the Platypus wasn't a mammal, but perhaps it was a family by itself, then decided that no, the Platypus wasn't a family by itself, but perhaps it was a Marsupial....I mean, COME ON...where were our brains...to think that we, as students at WHS (which I realize might not be saying much as it is) we were actually considered ADVANCED students. YeEsH!
ok, so for the record, the Platypus AND all Marsupials are indeed mammals. we're now clear on that. Whew.
Then, this afternoon, contrary to apparent lack of knowledge, I took an exam in my college sexuality and society class, where sex has become even more UN-conceptual than whether a skunk is a rodent or not...and while I think I did well, we'll just have to wait and find out...)
Happy Valentines Day to all you Cupid fans :)
Peacery-
next biggest dumb comment I've made so far this century...it might even beat the Viking comment I made a few weeks ago. So, hence the title of this blog, I think I was secretly born as Jessica Simpsons (fraternal) twin sister (ERGO, minus the looks)...I DID, however, learn my ABCs at an early age so they put me up for adoption- sigh
Well, it all started because we, Rob, Laura, and I, were talking at dinner about the rat that got into my apt one sultry Thursday afternoon. The discussion had turned to rodents, and Laura said "what I want to know is, what is a skunk? Is it considered a rodent?" and we queried over it for a few seconds before Rob said "well, it's a mammal...isn't it?" quickly followed by my ridiculously unthought-out retort, and in a very condesending tone as if Robin was such a young naive thing (wait, but isnt he? haha jk) he didn't know a skunk wasn't a mammal...then reality stepped in just as pride from being the "intelligent" member promptly stepped out-
then the conversation turned to the platypus...which, I've found (see Platypus), really IS a mammal (Mammals for Dummies), contrary to our Saturday night groups decision. But it lays eggs, which makes it difficult for the conceptually challenged to...well...conceive. Why are we conceptually challenged, you might ask? Well, by the end of our discussion we had affirmed that the Platypus wasn't a mammal, but perhaps it was a family by itself, then decided that no, the Platypus wasn't a family by itself, but perhaps it was a Marsupial....I mean, COME ON...where were our brains...to think that we, as students at WHS (which I realize might not be saying much as it is) we were actually considered ADVANCED students. YeEsH!
ok, so for the record, the Platypus AND all Marsupials are indeed mammals. we're now clear on that. Whew.
Then, this afternoon, contrary to apparent lack of knowledge, I took an exam in my college sexuality and society class, where sex has become even more UN-conceptual than whether a skunk is a rodent or not...and while I think I did well, we'll just have to wait and find out...)
Happy Valentines Day to all you Cupid fans :)
Peacery-
Thursday, February 10, 2005
welcome to the machine
ahh. thursday. which means today is the end of my academic week and tomorrow the only thing i have to come to school for is something that i enjoy, which includes actually applying my knowlegde to real reasearch in the psych dept, not that i dont enjoy this daily learning, but i dont enjoy what learning means for most of us engaged in and to the great Academia...and that's the governments fault, shame on them
on a side note=
I think it's funny how we refer to the gov with a very simple "they"...."they're watching" "they have ways of knowing" "they monitor email activity"....who is coming after you for pirating too much music? "they" are! by george...what was that strange noise outside your window last night?
well, according to my brother it's them,
"shh, did you hear that? they might be listening"
Who? who's listening?
"dude, the government"
classic stefan line
hell, he might be right...but only because he and a few other fellow aspiring engineers are secretly plotting to build a subatomic particle compatible rail-gun large enough to destroy the earth, apparently
so, back to the world of social sciences, not quite as in depth as rail guns and government schemes...really briefly I'd like to say that this morning I took two rather appropriatly brutal exams for Race and Ethnic Relations, and the Holocaust, back to back.
I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one who at a certain point (usually in the wee hours of the morning) decide, with a significant sigh, that studying any more is a futile effort, and then reluctantly goes to bed only to rise before dawn to read on into the endless chapters of print and lecture notes--and i now realize i do it to satisfy the imaginary expectations of the invisible eyes of those unidentified flying beings who watch us all the time and might be taking notes...I mean, I sure dont want to be the one who was a social loafer and went into an exam less prepared than I could be, without even attempting to cram those last little tid bits of information into my jammed skull...what would they say?
on a more eventful topic, and MAYBE to the appreciation of perhaps at least one of my dear readers, I, in a fit of being tired of my excuses as to why I'm not riding much lately, hauled the sur out to conyers in the Tuesday afternoon drizzle--woohoo! a great ride--I even successfully added another notch (or two) to my belt of bike related accidents. Heres what happened.
A new section of the trail is ideal for bmx-inclined mtbers, but actually GETTING to that section on a bmx bike would be, well....lets not think of that right now--I think they do something special for bmx races--anyway, theres a curve in the trail which I have deemed good only for improving your cornering skills b/c it is not only a curve, it's a curve around the side of a large hill (meanin you screw up, you goin down fo sho), and the curve is simulateously a spot for bunny hopping, only hopping that particular spot would require skill that Joseph probably has, but I haven't yet mustered-
But surprisingly I swung around that without a hitch and felt a little glow of " whoa, I did it this time without getting squirrely" and not 10 seconds later (no doubt as a result of that gained confidence as I was traveling a good bit faster and forgetting about the presence of water..aka, mud) found myself moments away from a shoulder to trunk collision with a large oak tree. Quick decision! i slouched my shoulder down far enough to narrowly miss the tree, but consequently lost control while attempting to multitask b/w dodging the tree and maneuvering around and down the trail where the root system presented a little obstaclish jostle, and is also on a "little drop" as some might say--so I proceeded to the air, and upon recontact slid about 4 feet through the mud on my right shoulder and elbow- by that point I was MUDDDDDDY! and even more soaking wet if you can imagine, but, it was a good crash I must say. Indeed. Except my bike sustained what I would expect was a considerable blow to the rear derailluer, a crucial mechanism that I've been warned time and time again is officially on it's last leg...maybe its last toenail, even
so there you have it, end of story.
Peacery-
on a side note=
I think it's funny how we refer to the gov with a very simple "they"...."they're watching" "they have ways of knowing" "they monitor email activity"....who is coming after you for pirating too much music? "they" are! by george...what was that strange noise outside your window last night?
well, according to my brother it's them,
"shh, did you hear that? they might be listening"
Who? who's listening?
"dude, the government"
classic stefan line
hell, he might be right...but only because he and a few other fellow aspiring engineers are secretly plotting to build a subatomic particle compatible rail-gun large enough to destroy the earth, apparently
so, back to the world of social sciences, not quite as in depth as rail guns and government schemes...really briefly I'd like to say that this morning I took two rather appropriatly brutal exams for Race and Ethnic Relations, and the Holocaust, back to back.
I sometimes wonder if I'm the only one who at a certain point (usually in the wee hours of the morning) decide, with a significant sigh, that studying any more is a futile effort, and then reluctantly goes to bed only to rise before dawn to read on into the endless chapters of print and lecture notes--and i now realize i do it to satisfy the imaginary expectations of the invisible eyes of those unidentified flying beings who watch us all the time and might be taking notes...I mean, I sure dont want to be the one who was a social loafer and went into an exam less prepared than I could be, without even attempting to cram those last little tid bits of information into my jammed skull...what would they say?
on a more eventful topic, and MAYBE to the appreciation of perhaps at least one of my dear readers, I, in a fit of being tired of my excuses as to why I'm not riding much lately, hauled the sur out to conyers in the Tuesday afternoon drizzle--woohoo! a great ride--I even successfully added another notch (or two) to my belt of bike related accidents. Heres what happened.
A new section of the trail is ideal for bmx-inclined mtbers, but actually GETTING to that section on a bmx bike would be, well....lets not think of that right now--I think they do something special for bmx races--anyway, theres a curve in the trail which I have deemed good only for improving your cornering skills b/c it is not only a curve, it's a curve around the side of a large hill (meanin you screw up, you goin down fo sho), and the curve is simulateously a spot for bunny hopping, only hopping that particular spot would require skill that Joseph probably has, but I haven't yet mustered-
But surprisingly I swung around that without a hitch and felt a little glow of " whoa, I did it this time without getting squirrely" and not 10 seconds later (no doubt as a result of that gained confidence as I was traveling a good bit faster and forgetting about the presence of water..aka, mud) found myself moments away from a shoulder to trunk collision with a large oak tree. Quick decision! i slouched my shoulder down far enough to narrowly miss the tree, but consequently lost control while attempting to multitask b/w dodging the tree and maneuvering around and down the trail where the root system presented a little obstaclish jostle, and is also on a "little drop" as some might say--so I proceeded to the air, and upon recontact slid about 4 feet through the mud on my right shoulder and elbow- by that point I was MUDDDDDDY! and even more soaking wet if you can imagine, but, it was a good crash I must say. Indeed. Except my bike sustained what I would expect was a considerable blow to the rear derailluer, a crucial mechanism that I've been warned time and time again is officially on it's last leg...maybe its last toenail, even
so there you have it, end of story.
Peacery-
Thursday, February 03, 2005
a symmetric parabola
I see that I have to practically abandon the blog scene to get any response out of anyone. The nerve. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE!
Ok. Just kidding.
Tuesday I dropped my favorite notebook/planner in the toilet of the 9th Floor Bathroom in the Ed. Building. Sigh. I had specifically gone up from the 2nd floor b/c that w.c. was out of t.p., but the stalls up there (and all over campus for that matter) are miniscule--So small that walking in takes really complex maneuvering. So I had put my notebook and water bottle on the t.p. dispenser, entered, slowly turned and wedged my bookbag and satchel beside the toilet, and squeezed in, closing the door behind me. Details later I was attempting to leave the stall. That's when it happened. I managed to get my bags in one hand, and leEAaned back (I felt like I was playing limbo) to open the door, and as I opened the door I brushed the notebook that was still on the t.p. dispenser, and as I turned, splash! I yelped, knowing it was my notebook, then I cursed, "bastard!" and snatched it out within 2 seconds. Is there a rule for dropping things in the toilet? Poor little notebook. Fortunately only a few pages got really wet so I just tore them out and put a bunch of cheap paper towels between pages that appeared to want to be damp. Today you would hardly notice effects of the toilet water assault. Like a phoenix from the ashes, my little notebook survived.
Now I realize I have a habit, it seems, of dropping things into the toilet.HAh.Well. Last summer it was my cell phone...I don't know how it happened. I was just standing there facing the toilet, perhaps contemplating how bad I had to pee from the fourty thousand glasses of spiked punch we'd just consumed, and my friend Jenn, also in the bathroom, b/c girls travel in numbers, remember, thought I was somehow projecting an unidentifiable object into the toilet from waist level. Talk about a confusing moment. Later the next day, after recovering from that hangover, I took my cell apart and cleaned up the frazzled computer boards...it worked for another year or so before I finally gave in and bought a new one--so the odds look good for my planner.
So it's Thursday. ALREADY. This morning Dr.George said "is it just me or is time passing really fast?" and it is man, this semester is flying by. Graduation is just around the bend--yahoo!
Hope anyone who happens to read this has a fandiddly weekend. I'm going to Robs for his birthday party Saturday night. Happy 23rd to Robster! Woo hoo! Wee hee!
later gators
Ok. Just kidding.
Tuesday I dropped my favorite notebook/planner in the toilet of the 9th Floor Bathroom in the Ed. Building. Sigh. I had specifically gone up from the 2nd floor b/c that w.c. was out of t.p., but the stalls up there (and all over campus for that matter) are miniscule--So small that walking in takes really complex maneuvering. So I had put my notebook and water bottle on the t.p. dispenser, entered, slowly turned and wedged my bookbag and satchel beside the toilet, and squeezed in, closing the door behind me. Details later I was attempting to leave the stall. That's when it happened. I managed to get my bags in one hand, and leEAaned back (I felt like I was playing limbo) to open the door, and as I opened the door I brushed the notebook that was still on the t.p. dispenser, and as I turned, splash! I yelped, knowing it was my notebook, then I cursed, "bastard!" and snatched it out within 2 seconds. Is there a rule for dropping things in the toilet? Poor little notebook. Fortunately only a few pages got really wet so I just tore them out and put a bunch of cheap paper towels between pages that appeared to want to be damp. Today you would hardly notice effects of the toilet water assault. Like a phoenix from the ashes, my little notebook survived.
Now I realize I have a habit, it seems, of dropping things into the toilet.HAh.Well. Last summer it was my cell phone...I don't know how it happened. I was just standing there facing the toilet, perhaps contemplating how bad I had to pee from the fourty thousand glasses of spiked punch we'd just consumed, and my friend Jenn, also in the bathroom, b/c girls travel in numbers, remember, thought I was somehow projecting an unidentifiable object into the toilet from waist level. Talk about a confusing moment. Later the next day, after recovering from that hangover, I took my cell apart and cleaned up the frazzled computer boards...it worked for another year or so before I finally gave in and bought a new one--so the odds look good for my planner.
So it's Thursday. ALREADY. This morning Dr.George said "is it just me or is time passing really fast?" and it is man, this semester is flying by. Graduation is just around the bend--yahoo!
Hope anyone who happens to read this has a fandiddly weekend. I'm going to Robs for his birthday party Saturday night. Happy 23rd to Robster! Woo hoo! Wee hee!
later gators
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