Monthly Archives: April 2005

Traitors win. Cheaters don’t.

Well, last night was a stunning and exciting defeat for the Illini. Why the hell am I blogging about it, since we all know I swore off baskeball after logging many hours as a cheerleader?

I got pressured into filling out a bracket for the First Annual Absolutely-Nothing-To-Do-With- A*****-Public-Affairs NCAA Basketball Pool. Having watched none of the season games, I turned to About.com for my answers. They used a logical method of choosing teams. They didn’t offer up a champion, so I turned to my father. He thought Illinois would choke, so I picked NC.

Turns out, I did better than I thought. All of the basketball-crazies who chose IL because they went there really made the bracket clear for me to climb all the way to third place. I won back my $10, and made $20 to boot. Now, I’ve accepted my invite to go study at UI, but I think that I can say that I’m not technically a student, because I don’t owe them any money yet.

I thought you’d really really need to know. I even took a camerapicture of myself flaunting the bills, but it’s just not transmitting the photo to my email, so you’ll just have to imagine my smug face.

Thanks, Kate!

I’ve never been a subscriber of magazines. (I do, however, go subscribe to magazines frequently.)

Nevermind. Anyway, thanks to one Beihl Sister, I am now smitten like a kitten. You know, I’m just chilling out at 909, and all of a sudden I’m reading myself, in magazine form.

That’s not wholly true. But as for the crafty crafty aspect of my personalido, ReadyMade is it. As Kate explained, the magazine comes every two months, so it’s kind of like a celebration when it’s delivered. I like celebrations. I like crafts. I like couches made out of grass.

Lately I’ve been noticing that I’m inching closer and closer to adulthood, and being a subscriber of magazines (and the euphemism too) makes me feel like a bdult.

What? The sitemap works?

No, no it doesn’t. I just started to design the gallery for the thousands and thousands of photographs I’ve taken. If you click on gallery you’ll actually be taken to a working page. (Don’t try this to the other links in the sitemap. You’ll be horribly disappointed.)

This set of images looks particulary good with a black background because they are mostly dark. I think I’m going to have to choose a lighter background color for the gallery template though, because other photos looked weird and disjointed with the black. I’m a little bit in love with the mint green/brown color combo, so that’s what I’ll play with first.

In any case, the gallery is my project o’ the month. I’ll let you know when I put new photos up.

I found a vibrator at a thrift store

That got your attention. Yeah it did.

I was Goodwill hunting at a thrift store in Waukegan a few weeks ago, and noticed this vibrator sitting nonchalantly on one of the tables in the front of the store. I didn’t actually go pick it up and shake it, but I can only assume that there was a vibrator living inside that box. I was afraid it would bite me.

The little-known Panabrator II

I’m not a vibrator novice, nor am I a vibrator aficionada, but I do know that this thing looks like the Sharper Image vibrator from that one episode of Sex and the City.

I just thought you’d like to see it.

An Actual Bucket of Sunshine

If I didn’t know better, I’d think that I accidentally slipped and fell into a pool of SSRIs. I’ve been on ultra-turbo drive since last night. At the library, I shelved like a mofo, and have started absorbing the Dewey Decimal system numbers. It was like a scene out of Party Girl, only in the children’s section, and without weed.

Then when I got home, I did laundry, downloaded an audiobook to my computer, and developed FOUR rolls of film! I’ve been ignoring the fact that I have a ton of film to develop, but the fear of messing up the photos I took of my friend Amber while she was 8.5 months pregnant had me stalled.

Then she sent me photos of her daughter. Seriously, I was hoping this kid would be neat, but she looks awesome. Maybe that’s just because I like her mom so much, but c’mon. This is a cute-ass punk rock baby.
Em, looking like a starlet

Em, looking like a rocker

Right?

So now I have film drying over my bathtub, and as soon as I get back from my weekend home I’m going to scan them, and all the other photos I’ve taken since 2005 began, and finally put together the gallery for outsidecat.

Antisocial Hamsters

The above title was the name of my very first band. I think I was eight, and my brother and sister were four. We were reading an informative book exposing the benefits of gerbils, and one key point is that hamsters are antisocial.

The band’s inspirations came mostly Queen and Cheap Trick. Mostly we just kept singing “Aaaaanti social hamsters, dooot dooot”. If you ask either of my siblings, I assure you they will be able to sing the tune.

Anyway, this morning I had a strange email from my friend Jay. He had mass-emailed, asking if anyone had any pictures of an exploding hamster, preferably exploding around the torso region. If not, he requested any other animal explosion pictures.

I googled “hamster microwave”, remembering a Flash game that was both funny, and useful in Jay’s foray for exploding hamster imagery. Alas, the page is no longer, but as I perused my Google results, I saw an FAQ page from alt.pets.hamsters. Several of the questions caught my attention, and I will now share them with you, as they are ridiculously funny.

#b24: My hamster’s dead. What can I do?

Unless you know how to bring beings back from the dead, he’s gone to hamster heaven (or hell) for good. The hamster can be buried in your backyard or at a park, or you can phone your vet or a local animal shelter for advice. Please don’t flush them down the toilet.

If you’re having trouble dealing with the loss of your hamster, you might want to look into alt.support.grief.pet-loss, a newsgroup designed to “provide a ‘cybershoulder’ for grieving animal lovers in their time of need.”

#b29: Why shouldn’t I use the microwave to dry off my hamster?

Animals are mostly liquid, and if put in a microwave they will begin to heat up internally resulting in organ damage without any visible injury. Even brief exposure to dense microwaves may damage the nervous system. All in all, not a good idea.

#b31: Do hamsters have souls?

Yes.
This seems to be a fact, considering it’s on an alt. site.

#c02: What hamsters play in professional sports?

None.

#c11: Is there any ASCII hamster art?

,~~v~~,
,’ . . ‘,
=== + ===
/ ~ \n/\_m m_/\n. /.
/ \n/ \n`m/ m/’

#c12: I heard a rumour that hamsters might be bears…

Dr. Ivor Harfbrayne of Llantrisant University, England has
recently published a paper in ‘Small Animal Physiology Journal’
which finally proves what all hamster owners have suspected:
hamsters are actually a kind of bear! The comparisons are
obvious once they are pointed out:
Both are brown and furry
Both stand on their hind legs
Both hibernate
Both can be vicious if provoked
Both are solitary

These attributes also describe my [fill in with appropriate human].

Man, I kept reading, and there’s this whole section about hamsters in the news
– a hamster that was thought dead but then found two years later inside the family’s couch.
– a little boy bringing his hamster to school was told by the bus driver that the hamster had to pay a fare, but the kid didn’t have the loot, and walked. His parents complained to the bus system, and they presented the hamster a free bus pass.
– an article in a German paper describing the survival problem of hamsters in Germany after the unification, as well as the European Union’s sponsoring of hamster friendly farming.

Wow. There are still things on the Internet that amaze me. Let’s not even get into the mentions of hamsters in song.

She’s a hamster, named Lister.
If I’d brought her to the party she’d have kicked your ass at twister.
She’s Lister, the hamster.
And if you ask me bud, she’s a darn good dancer.

I left her standing at my door,
And then she systematically ripped up my floor!!

She’s Lister, the hamster.
Ask her any question, and she’ll know the answer.
She’s a hamster, named Lister.
Better watch what you’re doin’ or she’ll get you, mister!

(Basically it works with anything that rhymes with
hamster/Lister. It’s a show tune, originally intended for my musical about hamsters, but I ran out of ideas.)

NPR Semi-annual Annual Fund Drive

Noooooooooooooooo! It’s happening again! It seems like just yesterday that I was pledging to Chicago NPR. I got in the car yesterday, turned on the radio, and immediately comprehended that it was fund drive time by the chatter and phones in the background, over-enthused announcers spouting the benefits of NPR, and the general lack of normalacy.

This morning, as I always do during fund drives, I found a different station to listen to. Next up the dial was WXRT. I must have been paying attention to the road (ha!) because I didn’t notice that I changed the dial. XRT seems to be lampooning the NPR drive by having their announcers “wittily” recreate the usual banter between hosts during the pledge drive. Once I realized that the telephone ring sound effect was being played exactly every three seconds, I caught on. Why would you parody the pledge drive? Trying to feel snobby? I immediately changed the station, because the irritation a pledge drive really does get under my skin.

If I hated the general format of a pledge drive, why would any of their usual listeners find it amusing? Any novelty is outweighed by constant over-eager reiterations of how neat NPR is. I bet this doesn’t do well for ratings …

Then I realized that the reason I loathe the pledge drive is because it DOES interrupt my usual NPR programming. Just like they say. I’m cranky about it because I like it so much. I heart NPR.

Had I not already “given” to NPR six months ago ($100 and the promise of my firstborn got me a sweet bag and a membership card) I would have immediately, today, in the parking lot. It was a religious experience.

(Best comment overheard this morning: “I was raised in a Catholic orphanage…”)