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| Saturday, September 9th, 2006 | | 8:54 am |
*gigglechucklesnortgiggle falls off chair*
I watched Stargate SG1's 200th episode (which aired three weeks ago) last night (thanks to the wonders of the internet). I laughed so hard that it hurt. I laughed so hard I had to pause it a few times because I couldn't do both at once. That is the funniest thing I've seen in a while. That could have been the sleep dep, but even so, it was hilarious. Further proof that they are still having fun with this show, and are still making no attempts to take themselves seriously. | | Friday, August 25th, 2006 | | 4:13 pm |
WTF is going on?
And where have I been? Right now I'm in the computer lab in the basement of Foley, the big library on Gonzaga University's campus. Why am I here? Because I have no internet or telephone in my apartment, and my girlfriend (who is the owner and proprietor of the one cellular phone in our relationship) is in Seattle. So I can't call people to tell them what is going on, and I most definetely can't e-mail/chat/LJ information. Unless I come here or hit up a too-nice-for-his-own-good friend (just kidding :D). First of all, this keyboard needs to have the insert/home/end/etc keys set up like my keyboard at home. Or even just like ANY COMPUTER I'VE USED BEFORE. Reaching for "end" and hitting the "pause/break" key is not my idea of a good time :P Not that it does anything these days. Right, what's going on. We got over here to Spokanistan on Sunday, only to find that the "two bedrooms in the upstairs of a house" we were being rented would better be described as "two storage closets in the attic of a "house" at the top of a steep and twisted staircase." I say "house" because, while half the bottom floor looks pretty good, the outside and the other half of the ground floor look rather run down. And the dude next door lit his engine on fire trying to fix his car as we were driving away, so that should tell you something about the neighborhood. Homeless for 36 hours, crankykitten and I did get ourselves a place, a 2 bedroom apartment at a little bit steeper rent than we wanted, but pretty much what you pay if you want a place in Spokane proper, rather than out in the valley. Don't get me wrong, the valley isn't a bad place, but I don't want to commute 10-15 miles (one way, so 20-30 miles total) a day. The drive would suck, and the gas would add up. And crankykitten can't drive, so the commute would be a tad harder on her. The place, other than a lack of lights in one room and some oddly not-functioning wall sockets, is fantastic. Second floor of a duplex, in a well made and refurbished older building. Hardwood floors (that were put in a month ago), two balconies (one enclosed), big living room, big kitchen, washer/dryer, big master bedroom, stays cool with only the windows open on a scorching Spokane afternoon, it's fantastic. So that's what's happening with me right now. Unpacking things, moving them around, setting this place up to be home. I haven't actually moved in, really, to a place in the last four years. I'm determined that I am not going to live half out of packing boxes. I'm moving in to this place and making it home. It's already starting to feel that way. On a funny note, Lucia (the cat) chased a bird inside today. She kept knocking it down and then waiting for it to get up so she could chase it again. Then I chased it, eventually caught it, and set it free outside. Chasing it was harder than it should have been, because I was laughing so hard for the first few minutes. I also discovered why the cat has been acting so weird. I assumed it was the move, but no, not exactly. She found the catnip that had been buried in one of the bags I hadn't unpacked yet, dragged it out, torn open the bag, and stashed it in a corner. She's been hitting it for three days straight. I caught her dragging it out for a recharge after the bird incident, and hid it in one of the cupboards. She tried to get it out, but so far hasn't figured out how to get the cupboard door open yet :D An hour or two later, she was a LOT calmer than she has been. That's all from this side of the state. Later dudes. | | Saturday, August 19th, 2006 | | 5:18 pm |
Hello Spokanistan
Remember me? I'm getting my internet life back, and my brother pointed out that, as many of my friends still use this place to talk about their lives, it would be a good way to stay in touch. So I will. Yay! I go back to Spokane tomorrow. Before I do, however, I'm going to show up at the GOA tournament at Ravenna partk at noon or 1, sporting chainmail and some scimitars. Show up, you yahoos! This means you, Hawkswift, Raventhon, Shrike, etc. I'll have a bunch of extra swords, so you've got no excuse! Unless you're still sleeping. Goodbye, rain, hello, other side of the state. | | Monday, September 19th, 2005 | | 4:32 pm |
Bathtub Pirates
I know, I know, it’s Talk Like a Pirate day, and that means we should really have a piratey themed challenge. The problem is, this was due last Friday, and I didn’t get around to finishing it until today. Which means that I threw my original plan out and went with the following theme for this week (don’t worry, Hair will return the next time I get to choose one). So this theme? PIRATES! ( Bathtub Pirates ) | | Thursday, September 8th, 2005 | | 4:00 pm |
Smite!
It’s about damn time the writing challenges returned. So I’m a little late on mine for this week. So sue me. Lots of things doing. Crankykitten’s entry can be found here: The Lord Find You and Keep You. She set this week’s theme as “it must take place in a church”, so church it is. She wanted to be serious. She said I didn’t have to. ( Smite! ) | | Saturday, July 16th, 2005 | | 10:23 pm |
Willy Wonka
I went and saw the movie. And it was good. Much good. Other than that, I have one thing to say: "Yes, Master Wonka requisitioned a clone army from us five years ago, and come see our results..." | | Sunday, July 10th, 2005 | | 10:37 pm |
OH NOES TEH MEME
Yeah, I'm meming, for one of the first times ever. What can I say, it looked like fun... or something :D It's the bored song meme. And after my good showing with a few band name messups (Cypress Hill, I'm looking at you...), I feel obligated. 1. Put your playlist on shuffle. 2. Post the first lines to the first 25 songs to come up (along with these instructions). 3. Have people guess the songs and artists in comments to the post. 4. Post the answers to the ones that have been guessed correctly. 5. Eventually, post the answers to the ones that nobody got, because you know that no one's ever gonna get the damn thing. -I'm adding skip the ones that don't have lyrics 'cause, well, yeah. ( Oh noes, teh meme ) | | Friday, June 24th, 2005 | | 11:54 am |
Arrrr!
Yeah, we’ve been bad about the weakly thing. Mostly my fault. More competition abounds, and this week, we compete in the first person! You can find my opponent’s entry here: Can You Guess What it Is? from a number of days ago. Quite a few days ago. Yes, I know. For this jaunt in to the character’s eye view, I was inspired by an e-mail I just recently read, which gave me an idea. At least the beginnings of one. So strap on your boots, hoist your mainsails, and swash your buckles folks, and get your lungs ready to shout “ ( Arrrr! ) | | Wednesday, May 25th, 2005 | | 7:54 pm |
Over the Wall
We’re back at it again! After weeks of moving out of places, being in the same place and otherwise occupied, and being in intense pain/high on painkillers, the lovely ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) crankykitten and I are back with competitions! This week’s theme is one we abandoned a number of weeks back because it was too serious, and we were in a hilarious mood. Who says war has to be serious? ( Over the Wall ) | | Monday, May 23rd, 2005 | | 3:49 pm |
| | Sunday, May 15th, 2005 | | 11:21 pm |
Wisdom teeth out last Thursday. Hurt for a couple days. Possible damage to jaw nerve. Hurts. More later. | | Wednesday, May 4th, 2005 | | 6:04 pm |
Three Things
1) That was the best "weekend" ever. Ever. 2) The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is a fantastic movie, and you should see it. 3) "Robocop the Musical" | | Wednesday, April 27th, 2005 | | 8:24 pm |
Something's Cooking
The theme for this week’s competition: Cooking Disasters. Of course, it wasn’t quite specified what had to be cooking, where it had to be cooked, or that what was cooking was even food. Silly me, maybe I should have specified :)? Anywho, for todays dive in to the depraved, the Coogman productions brings you a lesson in the horrors of college cooking by the male persuasion. I give you: ( Something's Cooking ) | | Sunday, April 24th, 2005 | | 6:20 pm |
PORCELAIN!
*takes a deep breath* THE TEACHER GAVE ME PORCELAIN TO PLAY WITH IN CERAMICS TODAY AND IT WAS AS IF I HAD TOUCHED THE BUILDING BLOCKS THAT GOD HIMSELF (should you believe in him/her/it) USED TO CREATE ALL THAT WE SEE AROUND US. Or something. It's really, really nice. It's stiff, but very malleable, responding to your lightest touches but maintaining a shape even when extremely thin. And this batch of porcelain was three years old... it was almost a religious experience. They're all right. If they'd given us that stuff to work with, instead of shop clay, it would have been like cheating. | | 6:16 pm |
[18:15] Coogaar: I hate some of the people who live here [18:15] Coogaar: on campus, I mean [18:15] Mike: you just hate people :P [18:15] Coogaar: ... [18:15] Coogaar: this is true. | | Friday, April 22nd, 2005 | | 10:00 am |
Spring has Sprung
Yeah, it's cliche, that title. But it has. Outside right now, it's the type of spring morning that makes you happy you got out of bed in the morning. It's warm but not hot, damp, a few white fluffy clouds in the sky, a cool breeze, and the smell of flowers on the air. It reminds me of mornings walking home from swim team practice with my brother and the Seetins. It reminds me of waterfights in the backyard. It reminds me of laying on the grass with a book, or of climbing a tree, or of lemonade on the front porch, watching the neighbors walk their dog past. | | Wednesday, April 20th, 2005 | | 5:54 pm |
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Hamster Wheel
The subject for this week: Transportation, or, more specifically, broken transportation. Yes, I know, it was supposed to be War, but both of us were feeling far too happy and silly to do something serious. We did two this week, one (which I'll get to posting later today) in rememberance of the comedy of errors that was her attempt to visit me two weeks ago, and the other, "more serious", the competition. You can see her rememberance: The Backpack with Jets, and her "more serious" story is here. For now, though, I give you… ( Hamster Wheel ) | | Wednesday, April 13th, 2005 | | 4:30 pm |
The Watch
For this week’s writing competition, the theme is mine, and I do declare it to be “Time Travel.” My opponent has been spending much time on her addition to this week’s battle of wits, and has promised hilarity on her end. As for me, I tried a number of things, comedy, serious, none of them seemed to come out quite right. Although I really did like the title “What Has Going to Have Happening”, I didn’t end up using that story (it didn’t go anywhere). As for this one… I had a great idea, but the further I got, the more it seemed to break down. I could have gone back and rewritten parts of it to make it work, but… well, paper and all that. I got lazy, in short, and started it too late, which is really unfortunate. Hopefully I got the point of the story across. ( The Watch ) | | Sunday, April 10th, 2005 | | 11:19 pm |
"Richard Cory", by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Whenever Richard Cory went down town, We people on the pavement looked at him: He was a gentleman from sole to crown, Clean favored, and imperially slim. And he was always quietly arrated, And he was always human when he talked; But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - And admirably schooled in every grace; In fine we thought that he was everything To make us wish that we were in his place. So on we worked, and waited for the light, And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, Went home and put a bullet through his head. -Edwin Arlington Robinson A little creepy. But someone used it in a teaching lesson in class on Thursday, and I thought "WOW, that's a good poem..." |
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