Would you kill your neighbor?
They're good country people. The salt of the Earth. (/Flannery O'Connor.) No.
What are two words that describe your last fight?
Verbal, toe-curling.
What were you doing ten minutes ago?
Eating oatmeal with too much water and drinking orange juice.
What's the last movie you saw?
In theaters? Indiana Jones. Outside of that? I saw parts of Terminator 3 on TV.
What did your last text message say?
OMG ur a graduate (I don't text message much.)
Who have you talked to most today?
Dad. Scott gets a close second. Mom isn't as talkative in the morning, understandably.
Do you carve pumpkins every year?
Not the past few years, because I've been in a dorm, but I might this year.
Color of your shirt?
Forest green.
Who is on speed dial 2?
I'm interpreting this as the second on my contact list... Kim and Frank. (It's listed under their last name.)
Whats your favorite season?
Autumn.
How are you feeling right now?
Good. My thoughts are a wavepool.
What did you do this weekend?
Not much.
How many times have you moved?
Including dorm? Lots. 10.
What is the last thing you touched?
Besides the keyboard and anything computer related? A door handle.
Would you do anything for someone else?
No.
Have you ever been called a punk?
Not that I recall.
Was yesterday better than today?
I'm not sure yet.
What is your ring tone?
Vibrate.
Do you have a favorite number?
Two, actually. 17 and 8. The number-of-how-far-down-I-was-numerically-in-4th-and-5th-grade, and the magic-number.
If you could meet anyone who would it be?
Oh, it'd be a bunch of dead people. Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, Chaucer, Sir Thomas Malory... you get the idea.
How old will you be in 2 months?
The same age I am now.
Do you think you'll be married by then?
No. If it were 2 years, definitely.
Are you a Lost fanatic?
No.
Say you were given a drug test right now.....Would you pass?
Yes. I can't recall the last drug I've taken, besides caffeine.
Have you ever been to South America or Africa?
No.
Do you know how to knit?
No.
Do you have a job?
No. Starting this fall, school will be my job. Again.
Is there anything currently bothering you?
Not really.
What are you doing right now besides this survey?
Listening to Daft Punk.
Do you know how to play poker?
Yes. And I dislike Texas Hold 'Em.
Baskin Robbins or Coldstone?
Coldstone.
Physics or chemistry?
Physics. I pondered being a Physics major far more than I did being a chemistry major. Not that the latter would've been bad, but in Chemistry in high school I was always most enthused about the physics or calculation-heavy portions, even if they were things like particle physics, than I was with drawing Bohr models. It's a difference between a healthy respect and an undeveloped love.
Fly or road trip?
Depends on the distance. And the gas price.
Batman, Spiderman, Superman, Tanner Vineyard, or Shalayna Hatcher?
Bicycle Repairman all the way.
May 31, 2008
May 29, 2008
Clarissa
Observations on what I've read so far of Clarissa, this winter and then this afternoon:
Clarissa gets an inheritance from her grandfather when he dies provided that she marry the right guy. Mr. Solmes comes sauntering along. Clarissa's brother likes money, and would like nothing more than to see her sister married to get some slice of it. What, she doesn't want to marry him? Well, he turns the family against her, father and all, and locks her up until she obeys. Friends are denied access. Clarissa is left to resist them with as much impudence as could be allowed, trying to respect her father while at the same time disagreeing with her brother's influence on him. Mr. Solmes is repeatedly told by her that she doesn't want him, but he is in turn convinced by the family that she'll calm down once she's under his marital power. Threats of a rushed ceremony ensue.
Mr. Lovelace witnesses the family's bullying. He becomes enamored with Clarissa in turn, but she cannot accept his advances because he has a blemished past and her accepting his advances would mean going against the family wishes, which she does not want to do. Also, she does not like the power he would have over her were she to accept his aid, which would involve him taking her away. How can she trust his promises? He's too sure of himself and keeps assuming that once he rescues her she will marry him.
And then she has a cadre of friends that gain some access to her, either through letters, or irregular appeals. Miss Howe in particular is the main correspondent in the epistolary. As her family keeps recommending Mr. Solmes, Miss Howe keeps saying, "If you do run off with Mr. Lovelace, you had better marry him right then." The cousin says the same thing. There is no choice. Marry one man, marry another, or...? Disgrace? Quite possibly. But yet Clarissa keeps admitting her one hope, that she might resist Mr. Solmes and turn him away, turn the family back to her side, or lacking that, gain the generous help of Mr. Lovelace and remain Single. How does she accomplish that, when she is utterly dependent?
She is stuck in dire straits. The marriage is to happen no later than Wednesday evening. She asks Mr. Lovelace to usher her away to a private residence from which he will be separated. Then she determines not to, as it gives him too much power. He doesn't get (or refuses to receive) the letter telling him to not come. He comes. He placates her. She goes.
What happens? Will she be ruined? Will she make the correct choice? Will she blind scurrilous men with her purity, or will it be trod upon before Mr. Lovelace's advances? Is she a Pamela, or something less? In any case, she's no Shamela.
I am genuinely engaged by it, though I must admit... it's an acquired taste. Eighteenth-century novels are that way. And it's all carried along because Clarissa is a sympathetic character... and because you want to punch her brother in the face.
Clarissa gets an inheritance from her grandfather when he dies provided that she marry the right guy. Mr. Solmes comes sauntering along. Clarissa's brother likes money, and would like nothing more than to see her sister married to get some slice of it. What, she doesn't want to marry him? Well, he turns the family against her, father and all, and locks her up until she obeys. Friends are denied access. Clarissa is left to resist them with as much impudence as could be allowed, trying to respect her father while at the same time disagreeing with her brother's influence on him. Mr. Solmes is repeatedly told by her that she doesn't want him, but he is in turn convinced by the family that she'll calm down once she's under his marital power. Threats of a rushed ceremony ensue.
Mr. Lovelace witnesses the family's bullying. He becomes enamored with Clarissa in turn, but she cannot accept his advances because he has a blemished past and her accepting his advances would mean going against the family wishes, which she does not want to do. Also, she does not like the power he would have over her were she to accept his aid, which would involve him taking her away. How can she trust his promises? He's too sure of himself and keeps assuming that once he rescues her she will marry him.
And then she has a cadre of friends that gain some access to her, either through letters, or irregular appeals. Miss Howe in particular is the main correspondent in the epistolary. As her family keeps recommending Mr. Solmes, Miss Howe keeps saying, "If you do run off with Mr. Lovelace, you had better marry him right then." The cousin says the same thing. There is no choice. Marry one man, marry another, or...? Disgrace? Quite possibly. But yet Clarissa keeps admitting her one hope, that she might resist Mr. Solmes and turn him away, turn the family back to her side, or lacking that, gain the generous help of Mr. Lovelace and remain Single. How does she accomplish that, when she is utterly dependent?
She is stuck in dire straits. The marriage is to happen no later than Wednesday evening. She asks Mr. Lovelace to usher her away to a private residence from which he will be separated. Then she determines not to, as it gives him too much power. He doesn't get (or refuses to receive) the letter telling him to not come. He comes. He placates her. She goes.
What happens? Will she be ruined? Will she make the correct choice? Will she blind scurrilous men with her purity, or will it be trod upon before Mr. Lovelace's advances? Is she a Pamela, or something less? In any case, she's no Shamela.
I am genuinely engaged by it, though I must admit... it's an acquired taste. Eighteenth-century novels are that way. And it's all carried along because Clarissa is a sympathetic character... and because you want to punch her brother in the face.
May 24, 2008
Assorted Thoughts
1. I went and saw Indiana Jones with Katie and Scott yesterday. Apparently most of the people went to the first showing or a later showing, because we only had about 15 people in the theater, and for a long time we were alone. As for the movie itself, it, well, felt like Indiana Jones. (Katie's version has a few embellishments.) I don't actually remember watching those movies for the first time. I just remember knowing them, because I had watched them the requisite five times and tons more for them to be permanently playing in my head as the movie is playing. But even withthis one, I could sometimes think, "This is what Indy is going to say," and he'd pull through. Reviews may have called this predictable dialogue, but there was nothing wrong with the words. The action is good and I always did like Marion's character, so I'm glad she returned.
2. My computer is working now. I built one Thursday evening, and loaded programs onto it yesterday. My family was surprised... I took the two packages that arrived upstairs without mentioning it, so that if I messed up, they wouldn't have to know. It took (for me) more reading than actually putting things together, and even then I managed to read one or two things wrong before I got them right. The instructions were perfectly fine, but it was the lack of experience and lack of instructions for the case that got me the most. I had to figure out which screws fit where. Then, after hammering the motherboard in with nails... I mean, after screwing it in with screws, , and everything was plugged in and connected, and I set it upright and nothing fell off (my biggest fear is the "kerchunk" sound), it was cool. Overall, I saved at least $200 doing it this way as opposed to ordering from Dell, so for all my time involved... it paid off.
But it's just funny. I only figured out how to open my old computer about 4 months ago, and now I feel like I can open one up and *do* things.
3. The reason why I hurried so much to get it done though is because the summer is already making me antsy. I always get this way, but perhaps because the time at home will be shorter, I'm going through the paces faster. I've worked on my bike. I've done one search for apartments or small houses (mainly to get an idea of opportunities and pricing; we won't be visiting for another month). I've applied for a couple of jobs. (Why only a couple? It would be useful, but I won't be around long, so I'd feel a little guilty getting hired and trained only to leave again.) I've cleaned upstairs to a reasonable extent. I've cooked a little (it's tough to drain pasta without a strainer), and so on. And now I have to wash my car... it's thoroughly pollinated. And of course, I have to read, but that's a different compulsion. :D
2. My computer is working now. I built one Thursday evening, and loaded programs onto it yesterday. My family was surprised... I took the two packages that arrived upstairs without mentioning it, so that if I messed up, they wouldn't have to know. It took (for me) more reading than actually putting things together, and even then I managed to read one or two things wrong before I got them right. The instructions were perfectly fine, but it was the lack of experience and lack of instructions for the case that got me the most. I had to figure out which screws fit where. Then, after hammering the motherboard in with nails... I mean, after screwing it in with screws, , and everything was plugged in and connected, and I set it upright and nothing fell off (my biggest fear is the "kerchunk" sound), it was cool. Overall, I saved at least $200 doing it this way as opposed to ordering from Dell, so for all my time involved... it paid off.
But it's just funny. I only figured out how to open my old computer about 4 months ago, and now I feel like I can open one up and *do* things.
3. The reason why I hurried so much to get it done though is because the summer is already making me antsy. I always get this way, but perhaps because the time at home will be shorter, I'm going through the paces faster. I've worked on my bike. I've done one search for apartments or small houses (mainly to get an idea of opportunities and pricing; we won't be visiting for another month). I've applied for a couple of jobs. (Why only a couple? It would be useful, but I won't be around long, so I'd feel a little guilty getting hired and trained only to leave again.) I've cleaned upstairs to a reasonable extent. I've cooked a little (it's tough to drain pasta without a strainer), and so on. And now I have to wash my car... it's thoroughly pollinated. And of course, I have to read, but that's a different compulsion. :D
May 20, 2008
Do You Want a Fresh Catheter Each Time You Cath?
I heard this on a commercial today while I was eating lunch. It was talking about some health insurance supplement or something. And I wondered... what the heck is "cath"? I looked it up in the faithful home dictionary and came up with nothing. Nothing on the common dictionary or the OED. So here are the words that they could possibly mean.
Catharize - To purify by ceremony, or to make chemically clean.
Cathect - To charge with mental energy, to give emotional load.
Catheterize - To introduce a catheter into.
I imagine that it's a shortening of the third word... maybe Katie uses it or something, but it was just such a strange shortening when I heard it, and it could mean anything from putting the catheter in to using it for its intended purpose to, I don't know, taking a stylish drug. Like asking someone in an upscale coffee shop, while whipping my voluminous hair behind me, "You cath?"
Catharize - To purify by ceremony, or to make chemically clean.
Cathect - To charge with mental energy, to give emotional load.
Catheterize - To introduce a catheter into.
I imagine that it's a shortening of the third word... maybe Katie uses it or something, but it was just such a strange shortening when I heard it, and it could mean anything from putting the catheter in to using it for its intended purpose to, I don't know, taking a stylish drug. Like asking someone in an upscale coffee shop, while whipping my voluminous hair behind me, "You cath?"
May 17, 2008
May 9, 2008
I'm Graduating...
And the only thing my tassel does is flutter in my face determinedly calling, "Eat me!"
May 8, 2008
A Rag Man
The past couple of days I've been playing around with anagrams at http://www.wordsmith.org/. I've forgotten when I found out about the site, but it had something to do with Mom.
Anyway, I've been doing combinations of "Delicious" for different people, the name being their first name. "Delicious James" yields "Lime Juice Sodas," "Delicious Leslie" yields "I Could See Lilies," and so on.
What about "Delicious Alexander the Great?"
A Clearheaded Exile's Tutoring
Egalitarians Excluded Hereto
Giddier Caesarean Helot, Exult!
Legit Horde, Exulted Caesarean
Greedier Satanical Hexed Lout
Actuarial Legend Exited Horse
And "Delicious George W. Bush?"
Becloud Egregious Wish
Beguiles Rowdies, Cough
Bogie Could Weigh Ruses
Bilge Guise Chews Odor
Bilious Chewed Gougers
Obscure Hideous Wiggle
Serious Debouched Wiggle
I must promise this... most of the benign ones made little sense. Here's one... "Credible Guises Hug, Woo!"
With that in mind, before I have my first child, I'm running probable name combinations through the anagram... just in case some self-entertaining college student doesn't come up with some interesting combinations of their own.
Anyway, I've been doing combinations of "Delicious
What about "Delicious Alexander the Great?"
A Clearheaded Exile's Tutoring
Egalitarians Excluded Hereto
Giddier Caesarean Helot, Exult!
Legit Horde, Exulted Caesarean
Greedier Satanical Hexed Lout
Actuarial Legend Exited Horse
And "Delicious George W. Bush?"
Becloud Egregious Wish
Beguiles Rowdies, Cough
Bogie Could Weigh Ruses
Bilge Guise Chews Odor
Bilious Chewed Gougers
Obscure Hideous Wiggle
Serious Debouched Wiggle
I must promise this... most of the benign ones made little sense. Here's one... "Credible Guises Hug, Woo!"
With that in mind, before I have my first child, I'm running probable name combinations through the anagram... just in case some self-entertaining college student doesn't come up with some interesting combinations of their own.
May 2, 2008
Things D Did While Drinking
(This was written early Friday morning, in case the structure is hazy)
I went to my first bachelor party last night. It was fun. We met up, distributed t-shirts, went to Five Guys for burgers (I got the classic grilled cheese with bacon), went to play three games of Laser Quest (I got 3rd once, 2nd twice), drove to the Old City, decided instead to drive to Electric Cowboy practically back where we started, and finally drove all the way to Turkey Creek and a bar... I forget the name.
(At Laser Quest, the 2nd and 3rd games were confusing. Robbie and I decided to team up for the first one, but at the end of the game P had... nearly 500 points, while 2nd place had 130. It took all of our scores combined to beat his, and even then only narrowly. So the third game we didn't try silly teams, and Robbie won, and I took second. Take that, people who decided that hiding in the tower was a productive thing to do.)
There I had a Guinness I could drink nice and slow (I could've spent the entire hour nursing it), and D had four drinks. A minty combination, a fruity combination, a mudslide, and something clear. There was a choir there, and they sang a lot of church music. D put in a request for We Three Kings, and then they belted out after singing Carol of the Bells (I kept thinking, "That's a West Wing song!" from the episode that Josh Lyman goes through PTSD to the sound of ringing bells, a few episodes into the second season. Stunning.)
After that, we went to Wild Wings. Live music until 1 AM, lots of drinking, girls for the single guys (or singlehearted) to glomp onto. D had six more. As he explained it, he was trying to get all of the colors of Voltron (he never ceased mentioning that). At drink 7, he made a record of all of the drinks he had, which sadly got lost, but I was surprised he could remember them all.
At first I had a Jack and Coke, and then after a long while I had a Fire and Ice. The latter was particularly scrumptious... it had Goldschlager, which smacks of cinnamon, but they also had what I think was peppermint schnapps. The overall effect was crisp, refreshing, and mildly intoxicating. I passed my time talking to others, and eventually keeping company with D when he had number 10 and was finished. It was like talking to a guy who is simultaneously aware he's drunk, has a faux British accent, and acts like the Godfather. He kept blessing people who worked at Firehouse with store chains, and kept saying, "Ah, Leslie, she could go far." It was interesting.
Anyway, I'm happy with how things went. Bar-hopping isn't really my scene at all; I much prefer what I did at the first place I went to, buying a beer and going at a pace where I would be done with it in at least an hour. That's probably the German in me. But I must say... if I were ever going to drink to get drunk, I would probably choose similar drinks as D did.
I went to my first bachelor party last night. It was fun. We met up, distributed t-shirts, went to Five Guys for burgers (I got the classic grilled cheese with bacon), went to play three games of Laser Quest (I got 3rd once, 2nd twice), drove to the Old City, decided instead to drive to Electric Cowboy practically back where we started, and finally drove all the way to Turkey Creek and a bar... I forget the name.
(At Laser Quest, the 2nd and 3rd games were confusing. Robbie and I decided to team up for the first one, but at the end of the game P had... nearly 500 points, while 2nd place had 130. It took all of our scores combined to beat his, and even then only narrowly. So the third game we didn't try silly teams, and Robbie won, and I took second. Take that, people who decided that hiding in the tower was a productive thing to do.)
There I had a Guinness I could drink nice and slow (I could've spent the entire hour nursing it), and D had four drinks. A minty combination, a fruity combination, a mudslide, and something clear. There was a choir there, and they sang a lot of church music. D put in a request for We Three Kings, and then they belted out after singing Carol of the Bells (I kept thinking, "That's a West Wing song!" from the episode that Josh Lyman goes through PTSD to the sound of ringing bells, a few episodes into the second season. Stunning.)
After that, we went to Wild Wings. Live music until 1 AM, lots of drinking, girls for the single guys (or singlehearted) to glomp onto. D had six more. As he explained it, he was trying to get all of the colors of Voltron (he never ceased mentioning that). At drink 7, he made a record of all of the drinks he had, which sadly got lost, but I was surprised he could remember them all.
At first I had a Jack and Coke, and then after a long while I had a Fire and Ice. The latter was particularly scrumptious... it had Goldschlager, which smacks of cinnamon, but they also had what I think was peppermint schnapps. The overall effect was crisp, refreshing, and mildly intoxicating. I passed my time talking to others, and eventually keeping company with D when he had number 10 and was finished. It was like talking to a guy who is simultaneously aware he's drunk, has a faux British accent, and acts like the Godfather. He kept blessing people who worked at Firehouse with store chains, and kept saying, "Ah, Leslie, she could go far." It was interesting.
Anyway, I'm happy with how things went. Bar-hopping isn't really my scene at all; I much prefer what I did at the first place I went to, buying a beer and going at a pace where I would be done with it in at least an hour. That's probably the German in me. But I must say... if I were ever going to drink to get drunk, I would probably choose similar drinks as D did.
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