Monthly Archives: May 2005

There Is a Creator.

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You know when you’re kind of bored, and in the bathroom – and you end up tweezing off more eyebrow than you intended, or putting on all the makeup you have, or doing something complex to your hair, or spending inordinate amounts of time looking at the folds of your ear?

Last night I was pawing through my jewelry box. I have a surprising amount of jewelry, considering I never wear any of it, and the best part is it’s all held in a Caboodleâ„¢. I found my old belly ring, and wondered if the hole in the top of my belly button was still open.
belly ring
Turns out it still is. For the hell of it, I put in the smallest ring I have. It’s kind of cute, but it’s kind of stupid now that every 18-year-old has it too. *Taking an angry drag on a cigarette* Man, back when I had MINE done, no one else did, and it was COOL. *stub stub*
I just had my first graduate assistantship interview,
with the geology library. Rooooock!
I just read a NY Times article called A Critic Takes On the Logic of Female Orgasm. Apparently,
our orgasms serve no fertility or reproduction, meaing … and I quote … “The female orgasm is for fun.”

Fun!

Say “Raaa”.

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You know when you’re kind of bored, and in the bathroom – and you end up tweezing off more eyebrow than you intended, or putting on all the makeup you have, or doing something complex to your hair, or spending inordinate amounts of time looking at the folds of your ear?

Last night I was pawing through my jewelry box. I have a surprising amount of jewelry, considering I never wear any of it, and the best part is it’s all held in a Caboodleâ„¢. I found my old belly ring, and wondered if the hole in the top of my belly button was still open.
belly ring
Turns out it still is. For the hell of it, I put in the smallest ring I have. It’s kind of cute, but it’s kind of stupid now that every 18-year-old has it too. *Taking an angry drag on a cigarette* Man, back when I had MINE done, no one else did, and it was COOL. *stub stub*
I just had my first graduate assistantship interview,
with the geology library. Rooooock!

Thirteen

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You know when you’re kind of bored, and in the bathroom – and you end up tweezing off more eyebrow than you intended, or putting on all the makeup you have, or doing something complex to your hair, or spending inordinate amounts of time looking at the folds of your ear?

Last night I was pawing through my jewelry box. I have a surprising amount of jewelry, considering I never wear any of it, and the best part is it’s all held in a Caboodleâ„¢. I found my old belly ring, and wondered if the hole in the top of my belly button was still open.
belly ring
Turns out it still is. For the hell of it, I put in the smallest ring I have. It’s kind of cute, but it’s kind of stupid now that every 18-year-old has it too. *Taking an angry drag on a cigarette* Man, back when I had MINE done, no one else did, and it was COOL. *stub stub*

JoMo*

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I spent my weekend playing Not Pr0n and going to various theatre. Jason and I got comp tickets thanks to the ever-stickly Hannah.

Today I am going to see Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, again. Then I will continue to do what has consumed me. I will knit.

(I do have to interject that instead of knitting mastery swatches all weekend, I knit on the iPod cozy mastermind piece I have invented for Kate’n’Ade. I even shopped for a toggle, until SOMEBODY got to HOT in the CRAFT STORE.)

I am impatient for this week to be over, because I’m going home Thursday night to spend a three day weekend at a knitting retreat in Wyoming with my mom.

*Happy birthday to JoMo.

I was loaned a nounatron

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I almost forgot about Nounatron. Hey – did you know that when I was a little girl, people would stop my mom in McDonalds or wherever and ask if I was the little girl from Poltergeist? She said it happened quite frequently.

Then the girl died. Maybe if they do a “20 years later” Poltergeist, I could star in it. I’m serious! See for yourself!

Yarn + HBO = three complete swatches

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I had cable installed yesterday, (if it rots my brain, it rots my brain until August, when I move, Mom) and I spent last watching St. Elmo’s Fire interspersed with snippets of Showgirls during the commercials.

I finished my third swatch. I need to email my mentor and badger her with questions about casting off and blocking, but I’m well on my way to having the first level completed.

Tonight I plan on surprising Jason with a few well-chosen Netflix.

(I got sucked into the Showgirls IMDB listing, and ended up reading that Elizabeth Berkley has different color eyes: right eye is half green and half brown and left eye is green. I know someone else with eyes like that.)

Blah blah blah, yackity smackity, and a nice cold glass of orange juice

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That, my friends, is the line the dad used to say in the short lived cartoon featuring baby Taz.

Le tigre

BoingBoing had a post featuring footage of the 120-degree jaw range of a Tasmanian Tiger, now extinct. This reminded me of the evening I spent watching a three-hour long Discovery channel feature on the Tasmanian Tiger. I don’t know if they did an extra super-duper good job of hooking me in, but despite incredible fatigue, I watched the whole thing. They delved into the history of the Tasmanian Tiger, and how it may or may not be extinct. Throughout the entire show, I was given the impression that they might still be around, and Discovery has it on tape. At the end of the show, round about 1 AM, they wrapped up with a “they may not be extinct, but we may never know” line. I was furious. I was angry not only at Discovery for duping me, but also for the fact that I wanted to see a Tasmanian Tiger, and I never will. (It was a very Violet Beauregarde feeling.) I can’t explain it, but there was a weird feeling of closure when I watched the video.

Analo-gesic

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“Sonya, can you help us out with a good analogy for 1 to 10 million? Here’s where we’re starting – an illustration USA Today-type graph, an ant to an elephant or a penny to a stack taller than the Sears Tower. And I need this by 11:00 a.m.”

Luckily, this is from my favorite Corporate Shill, and I’ll be sure to add an extra version just for her – something perverse. Hup hup!

Country Grammar

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Oh good god.
Do you see what’s wrong with the grammar in this picture? This makes me crazy. This is the acme example of why stupid people shouldn’t make t-shirts with writing.

I blame this equally on my job (as a proofreader) and having read “Eats, Shoots and Leaves“.