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As much as I love camping, spinning my own yarn, and reveling in all things olde – I also love toys. Big, electronic, computery toys.

Huppy Day Thing, Jason!

Jason and I have been dating for two years now. We celebrated by going to IHOP, just like our first date.

Tonight we watched Scrooged, because that’s a way better tradition than eating gross pumpkin pancakes.

Happy [Dating] Anniversary. You’re neat and I like you!
Jason, in Ireland

The night time is the right time

Click the image for the Flickr set!

Man, the next generation of librarians are going to rule. We had the GSLIS* Halloween party last night at Jason and my place. Kasey hosted as well, and the whole thing went off without a hitch. There was booze, there were snacks, and there were crazy crazy librarians (and opera singers and drummers and neighbors) all over the place. Highlights included Artemis breaking her bow, Makers Mark, and my favorite part: Dance Party USA. So librarians shake it as well as booze it. I knew I picked the right profession. I managed to not get tanked (Hi Mom!) and even got up and put all the pictures I have on Flickr.

Now I’m off to Chicago for more Halloweening and staying at the B&B B&B. Maybe I’ll even get some work done in the car.

*Graduate School of Library and Information Science
I managed to squeeze four weekends into my weekend. I hosted a party, cleaned up a party, drove to Chicago, partied in Chicago, got a ton of work done, watched TV and played Truncated Pursuit (Trivial Pursuit without the cards), came home from Chicago, and was in bed early enough to not be cranky today.

I honestly believe that this is the best picture ever.
how do you like them apples?
Thanks, Kim!

Psyche Oragami

Jason and I celebrated his birthday with a trip to Cowboy Monkey (we’re in Champaign, yo) to see Psyche Origami spin and spit.

Gross. That sounded gross. Let me try again, and this time I’ll keep my enthusiastic hip hop euphemisms to a minimum.

Psyche Origami filled this hole in my heart left because Abdominal hasn’t put out anything new. The lyrics were clever and themed (more or less, anyway more would have been tiring) to the idea that these three guys worked in a gas station. The DJs were great – clean work and good samples. It was a great live show – a testament to how tight they worked together – despite having like 6 people there.

psyche origami logo

I like the logo they’re using, so I bought a teeshirt from the MC before the show. I later saw him taking pictures with a digi camera, and asked if he wanted me to take some photos of all of them during the show. Bold move, but as I’ll explain soon, I was a little drunk.

So I took some photos, and kept hitting the disc limit. I went through to take out some of the crappier ones, and found myself looking at what seemed to be one of the DJs at a girl’s piano recital. Awww. I mean, sorry! I checked their site today, but it looks like they take their sweet time putting up pics. Ah well. I still am a little bit in love with them.

This crew (from Atlanta) played two hours late and I didn’t even care. I didn’t even care that before them I had to sit through a couple of local kids called The Former Fat Boys who used an iPod to play shitty tracks for this cocky white kid to rap badly to, whilst this other Tom Stoner lookalike nodded a lot and stood near the iPod. It was so bad I got drunk.

How bad was it? They played the piano track from Ben Folds Five’s Brick and rapped the lyrics to Ice Ice Baby. Man, I love the idea of a live mashup, but this was FUCKING TERRIBLE. He even prefaced it with “This song is about abortion.”

So anyway, to recap, Psyche Origami is playing in Chicago and Madison and Minneapolis and Bend soon, so all my peeps should go to the show. You’ll have to manually shut your gaping jaws. You also have the benefit of NOT having The Former Fat Boys at your respective shows.

Logical conclusion

I, my friends, had a stellar weekend. I ate an amazing green curry, watched Blade, had the best guacamole ever, drank martinis, danced, watched Jason pack, and had my first manicure/pedicure experience. Not too shabby for my second-to-last weekend in town. Oh, I got a call on Saturday from the person judging my TKGA master knitter submission. She wanted to make sure to mail my swatches back to the best address. Because I’ll be neither in Waukegan nor Champaign, she’s mailing them to Jason’s. I’m so freaking excited.

Goodness. That’s unfortunate.

Last night was Nolan‘s last show (for now? till they all move to Minneapolis? till they’re in their 40s?) and Sauza tequila was promoting the show. Not only did I get shots of margarita in a handy dandy shot glass complete with tether (don’t worry Jason, I got you one), but the Sauza wenches were taking Polaroids to help all of us remember the evening – helpful, because their product was doing the opposite.

I can’t believe how badly I photograph. I mean, a friend once said he never hit on me because he was scared of my teeth. I look like I’m about to eat the photo wench.
sonya

Lena used to make fun of me because I also have a kind of ratface smile. This is much much worse.

Tim, on the other hand, looks normal, and kind of even happy. It does not look like he is dead inside, which surprised him.

New thing! New thing!

Jason, in a fit of awesomeness, put a real gallery on my site. Now, when you click on the gallery (up there in the right-hand corner) it pulls up a list of galleries that will contain my shocking, awe-inspiring, nudie, family, friendly, gorgeous work. Look for more images after this week.

Who am I kidding. I’ll post and tell you all about it, including the f-stop I used.
It's a paper bag.

Sure, sure, now it works.

Last night I couldn’t access any of the sites hosted on the server. Jason swore that he could view them. Who’s lying?

What I really wanted to do last night was post about finishing the sixth Harry Potter book, The Half-blood Prince. I was kind of book-sad, and I wanted to post about how nice it was that a book could make me feel geniunely sad, not just you-pulled-my-heartstrings-you-bastard sad (like ER).

But I guess I can’t really discuss the plot much, because not everyone has gotten their hands on the book yet. My noble sister is number fifty-something on the wait list at the Iowa City public library, and she works there.

I do want to say that I didn’t feel that this book was the darkest yet. There’s a lot more plot per page (seeing as it’s smaller than Order of the Phoenix), but it was straightfoward adventurelike.

Anyway, I’m over it. I’m back on the Infinite Jest teet.

I invented a pocket monster … oh, wait.

So during the roadtrip I decided to make a monster for Noah, who I would be seeing Austin. See for yourself what 17 straight hours in a car can make you do:

Here’s the monster studying Eugenics.
monster1

And after I gave the monster to Noah, it tragically attacked him in the car.
monster2

It turned him in to the actor that played Screech.

Whoa baby.

I can’t help it. Between seeing the picture and reading Stephanie’s post (on a different, secret blog) I had to steal it all and present it thusly:

stephanie

I’ve been playing a lot of Final Fantasy VIII this past week. … There’s nothing quite like getting kicked in the innards by an unborn human child while you control anime-style characters who are fighting enemies called Blobras and Creeps.