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[13 Jul 2009|07:56pm] |
Okay. Time to do a bit of an update.
Last night I got bit or stung by a bee. I would have thought it would hurt more if I was actually stung. But uugh.
Got the SPN DVD from the Australia Con in the mail today :D So much better quality than the YT user clips.
Starting college classes online. Completed one week, and just starting on the next. The 3 classes I am taking this semester are Success Strategies, English Composition, and Medical Terminology (the terms are making my head hurt, but will make watching House more...educational? or something.
Short update, but whatev :)
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[13 Jul 2009|06:23pm] |
19: Watership Down (animated) 17: The Beatles 16: The Marx Brothers 13: Queen 5: The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

come on over!
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[13 Jul 2009|02:01pm] |
Lots of icons today! Mostly of Jon and the Tosses, with a few miscellaneous ones thrown in. Teasers:

All 59 (...I have a problem) are in this entry at portusicons.
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[12 Jul 2009|05:32pm] |
40 Icons 24 Queen
7 My Chemical Romance
9 Watchmen

see more here
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[11 Jul 2009|04:38pm] |
Well, we weren't here, but we were over at 4077th_watch.
Looks like our always-busy guy has a new PBS program coming in January!
The Human Spark
I have so much respect for this man. He's had such an amazing life and could easily rest on his laurels, but he doesn't! He is always working or writing or doing programs like this. And he is always learning. I guess he reminds me of my dad in that way. (They are also about the same age.)
If God gives me another 30 years on this earth, I can only hope I am as full of life and joy and passion for discovering new things as he is.
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[11 Jul 2009|09:50am] |
... it's just a mongrel tongue
Something there is about an ocean that wants to see a language drown? In pondering the hemispherical perplexities of why English left brain and English right brain can't seem to get along, we found this.
"Found it? Found it where?" you ask. "Up our arse. Where'd ya think."
From Fooster's "English for the English," Norman Norman Fooster Norman, editor, 1829.7.2, Empire Pubiesheen, Narcfold on the Moostard, England, ThereWillAlwaysBeA.
"When writing wourds that have an 'o', add a 'u' sou all will knouw you ain't nou moutherfucking couw; our even wourse, that new wourld curse, namely, an American. You're England's daughters through and through, the language you would never screw; our dump a vouwel just to see the hout side ouf antiquity. 'Ouh, gououd goud. Me knickers -- they're all swimmy!'"
Can't the English and the English just try to get along?
20090711 09:31 Sat (140 words)
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[09 Jul 2009|12:41pm] |
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-shy wave- Hey, I just thought I'd give a quick intro for myself, since I just joined x3
My name's Lennox, I'm sixteen years old, and proud to have been raised on a steady diet of The Clash and The Beatles x3
I graduated early from school, so I'm taking my keyboard, guitar and vocal chords with me to school for my double music- english major x3 (If theory doesn't have anything to say about it XD)
I've loved classic rock all my life for it's genius and variety, and most of my inspiration for music comes from bands who are at least thirty years old. All music after early ninties grunge, I'm happy to say I pretty much ignore XD
Some of my favorite bands/ artists are: -The original ACDC with Bon Scott -The Beatles -The Animals -The Sex Pistols -Crass -Cream -Led Zeppelin -The Yardbirds -David Bowie -The Doors -Jimi Hendrix -Eric Clapton -George Harrison -Janis Joplin -The Ramones -The Velvet Underground -The Rolling Stones -The Who -The Clash -Joe Crocker
And many more x3 Love to talk music history as well, so if anyone wants to nerd it up, I'm your gal XD
Just leave you with a video of an Animals song I have stuck in my head. Check out the fuzz guitar. x3
YouTube - The Animals - Don´t bring me down (live)
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[09 Jul 2009|12:16am] |
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sense of place : San Fancisco, I
how can it be that I started out here one foggy morning down Bush Street, cold cipher of Bay-borne wind to my face and coffee which I don’t really drink welcoming me from a girl as tired as I, opening her small shop in time for lawyers and businessmen to consume their mocha and read their papers? how can it be that I was fostered on this city, student first alien, alien first native — I moved into the program of life somewhere else.
how is it that I can be seated, writing, at a coffee-shop, Montgomery Street, and hear soft Mozart fortepiano on their stereo and it seems calm, it enchants yet at home, a likewise recording is too much it draws one away from drawing, ends writing as clusters of footnotes appear and my head whirls seperntine away from laptop and towards wall, window, or bookshelf and thinks aloud, away from subject, certainly off topic.
Mechanics' Institute at my right, tumble down I do towards the Ferry Building and away from cafe and bank towers and early morning to add an afternoon into my dialog of what a city is to me: it’s a watercolor wash of people, of business being done willingly, quickly, proudly, and the Western world moving right along. It’s you and now I, it’s a small island in a large sea it seems. what a city is, town first was, grew and became a place that cuts such a particular and remarkable public figure
so much, it’s too much, and to one prone to watching architecture as some people watch birds, it’s really too much. og hodet mitt, slagene som en slange fra laptop og mot veggen.
and in a whirl of letters, Bokmål and English speak out of latter-day adventures here, telling folks about it all and making out devices of paper streets and shop signs.
I pull ideas off books like boxes of tea off grocers’ asiles; I don’t matter anymore for it’s all real, skateboarding in Inner Sunset and being an icon of morning travels as one in thousands on MUNI. by early mornings on a train I have been benumbed, I have numbered so much smaller than a boy at the kitchen table, I have overheard everything from surgeons about surgery to mothers about daycares : this is place, this travel, but moreso it is place. salty this is novel love of a moment to belong and still not even be known. aetheneum of a city, but also a rat’s maze of streets and memories, covering its shoulders the entire sky, its collective day travels into night.
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[05 Jul 2009|07:56pm] |
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And here are some of the pictures I took last weekend while in Seattle: (Click on them if you want to make bigger)
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[05 Jul 2009|04:08am] |
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Looks like I am on jury duty for August *sigh* Seems I get picked to do it once a year. Last year I almost ended up in the court room---had to go into the courthouse, watch a training video and stuff, then the trial got canceled like 10 minutes later *whew* That was the closest I have ever been.
Been working with the kittens. So far we have Boots, Fluffy (that's what we get for referring to it as the fluffy one bleh), and Spooks--one of the 2 black kittens that is more timid. Both of them look alike to me, so that is the only way I can tell it apart. I've managed to get them to eat pieces of hot dog out of my hand. Boots almost ran into the house when I opened the door. They will let me kinda pet them...if they are occupied and don't notice me.
I've managed to snatch them all up tonight and hold them for a few seconds. Boots seemed the most helpless for effectively squirming away with the unnamed black kitten a close second. Fluffy's claws hurt the most when in GET AWAY mode, while Spooks is good at squirming away without raking my arms.
Able to get them to still approach me (If I provided proof of food) after they got let down.
The fireworks didn't freak them out as much as we thought it would. They didn't show up for a couple of days, back when the fireworks first started up, but they last two they were waiting on the porch for us. Mom kept freaking out about them not getting any food for 2 days.
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[04 Jul 2009|12:47pm] |
I knew you were cheating in the car on the way to the movies. Traffic was heavy; I was stuck with the horror of it. You’ve been together for 5 years, she was younger than you, older than me. So I knew two things that night; that you meant to cheat, and that you like younger girls. I can’t remember why I loved you. But I remember the execution, falling in love like a tumble down the stairs. You were funny, hilarious and charming. You said that I was pretty, that you loathed skinny girls. We discussed music and guitar riffs and the sexy bodies of Les Paul. You were the cliche older guy; someone smart, someone who decides things. I became the cliche younger woman; a putty in your hands and with your words. You obviously didn’t love me; I was just a filler, version 2.1 to tickle your fancy for a while. But I was honest in loving you, an avoidable fact, even when I was smart enough to know that I shouldn’t. Even after. Yeah, after.
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