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Which is more pathetic, that this cartoon is like a metaphor for my life (kay, I'm exaggerating a substantial bit here. But I totally identify with little boy) or that next year's uni timetable info makes me salivate (not even exaggerating)?
Two more exams. I can do this. This is not a problem.
I'm being haunted by the smell of blueberries. I have no idea where it's coming from. Please resume your previous activities.
In movie Iron-Jawed Angels (and maybe it's a real quote, I don't know), about American Women's Suffrage movement (Hilary Swank, Molly Parker, Anjelica Huston) the prison psychologist says*: "In women and oranges, courage is often mistaken for insanity." Now, brave women are often called crazy, agreed. But let's all contemplate the second half of that . . . Heh heh heh.
*in response to guy accusing him of comparing apples and oranges in paralleling Alice Paul's hunger strike and Henry's "give me liberty or give me death."
Why does anything have to exist? It's freaking impossible. Stupid everything. Bleargh. I need about another two weeks, six arms and three heads to get this crap done. Course, if I had eight arms and four heads I'd prolly spend all my time decapitating buffalo demons and drinking gouting blood over the corpse of Shiva while cobras writhed and the sun streamed backwards in a crimson sky and not bother with inanities like school. Man, that would be cool. And not so much a direct representation of any particular Hindu divinity as something that would look spiffy and not too out of place in technicolour devotionalist poster art. Vote for me for Bhagavan and I will totally give you whatever crazy shit you ask for.
. . . Wow. I do seem to be on drugs, don't I?
Hully gee*, this is freaking awesome. Cat with patch!!!!
Kinda hyper now. Need a shower. And maybe a full night's sleep.
In today's Questionable Content Jeph mentions the "special time of the month". I'm not in the least offended by his comments, I'd just like to say that for me, the truly special time is the week following when I'm not being yanked around by my hormones and can enjoy a deep, refreshing breath of sanity. Dylan knows what I'm talking about.
The genus name for dates is Phoenix? You do learn some cool things in deathly-boring paleoethnobotany papers.
New project: develop internal printing and photocopying capability. Use tree-friendly paper substitute (skin?). Spend no more money on the library copiers, which I don't entirely trust. Beady eyes, they have, and grubby fingers.
The most fascinating object I have ever held/beheld: marmoset skull. The other lab stations today were cool, but that thing was bloody amazing.
- Socks and underwear, coming from Caitlin, are not lame presents at all.
- My dad really spoils me.
- I'm having great difficulty putting this book (Invisible Monsters) down. It's surreal, funny and particularly moving. Then again, this could just be my own current psychological state talking- the first time I saw Ginger Snaps I found it acutely poignant.
- The above text may not make any sense.
- That hail is really loud.
- I really ought to get into daily yoga practice, and I probably should have asked for a mat.
- Chuck Palahniuk deserves the praise.
- French people, or at least some them, really do care about cheese that much.
- I need to read the Lemony Snicket books. This is not an option.
- Up and Down the River is an terrific card game.
- "Nude for Satan" is the best movie title EVER.
- My portable CD player is diseased.
- I could go to Paris and live unobtrusively in Josephine's closet and it would be awesome.
- I want a job assembling those umpti-hundred piece 3D puzzles. Meduseld was super-fun.
- Caitlin, Jamie and I need to get our asses in gear if we're going to have enough script to apply to the Fringe.
