Friday, November 26
Three random things:
First, if you have not experienced The Meatrix, do. Really. This shit is important.
Second, apparently I was right about the crawdad commiting suicide in our resovoir. Bits of his mortal remains have started coming out the end of the hose. Not the way I'd choose to go.
Third, it's beginning to occur to us all that maybe my grandmother hoards things a little too religiously. We all knew she kept enough canned goods around to last through the next ice age, but we really hadn't grasped the magnitude of the thing until my bro borrowed an (unopened) bottle of corn syrup from her. It still had the price sticker on. 37 cents.
Soooo, when was the last time a quart of corn syrup cost 37 cents? Anyone?
Then when I went to borrow toothpicks from her today she handed me an unopened package, saying, "Don't bother bringing back what's left. I'm pretty sure they were my mother's."
We are using my great-grandmother's toothpicks.
The hoarding is genetic.
I think I'm worried.
First, if you have not experienced The Meatrix, do. Really. This shit is important.
Second, apparently I was right about the crawdad commiting suicide in our resovoir. Bits of his mortal remains have started coming out the end of the hose. Not the way I'd choose to go.
Third, it's beginning to occur to us all that maybe my grandmother hoards things a little too religiously. We all knew she kept enough canned goods around to last through the next ice age, but we really hadn't grasped the magnitude of the thing until my bro borrowed an (unopened) bottle of corn syrup from her. It still had the price sticker on. 37 cents.
Soooo, when was the last time a quart of corn syrup cost 37 cents? Anyone?
Then when I went to borrow toothpicks from her today she handed me an unopened package, saying, "Don't bother bringing back what's left. I'm pretty sure they were my mother's."
We are using my great-grandmother's toothpicks.
The hoarding is genetic.
I think I'm worried.
Thursday, November 25
Heh. Yes, I am catching up a bit on my reading on this lovely holiday. From Making Light:
One of the reasons I’ve never believed satanic ritual abuse narratives—the ones where the supposed victims are always being “groomed” (they always use that word) to become the high priest or priestess of the group—is that their stories are devoid of normal human complications. Nobody ever develops chest pains, and has to be gotten out of their ceremonial robes and rushed to an ER. Nothing funny ever happens. Nobody ever fluffs a complex ritual. The air conditioning never breaks down. There are no theological or procedural disputes, no arguments about bookkeeping, no rebellious music committees. Satanic covens are never incapacitated because the potato salad sat out too long before the pre-ceremony setup session potluck. But most tellingly of all, no satanic group is ever riven by dissension because a couple of its members have started selling Amway and they won’t shut up about it.
Excuse me, I must go laugh hysterically now.
One of the reasons I’ve never believed satanic ritual abuse narratives—the ones where the supposed victims are always being “groomed” (they always use that word) to become the high priest or priestess of the group—is that their stories are devoid of normal human complications. Nobody ever develops chest pains, and has to be gotten out of their ceremonial robes and rushed to an ER. Nothing funny ever happens. Nobody ever fluffs a complex ritual. The air conditioning never breaks down. There are no theological or procedural disputes, no arguments about bookkeeping, no rebellious music committees. Satanic covens are never incapacitated because the potato salad sat out too long before the pre-ceremony setup session potluck. But most tellingly of all, no satanic group is ever riven by dissension because a couple of its members have started selling Amway and they won’t shut up about it.
Excuse me, I must go laugh hysterically now.
By way of Confessions of a Post-Graduate Pity Whore, it's Things I Will Not Do When I Direct A Shakespeare Play.
32. I will not employ a conception of Caliban which would require him to wear a ghastly furry costume reminiscent of a hypothetical offspring of Chewbacca and the Wolf from Into the Woods.
265. Do not set fire to the actors to emphasise their emotions. It never helps.
332. Techies should never be forced to play fairies in Midsummer just so they can move sets. They're disgruntled enough as it is.
Oh, yes. This is indeed good.
And happy Thanksgiving to y'all who live in my country, I hope you're as full of good food as I am.
32. I will not employ a conception of Caliban which would require him to wear a ghastly furry costume reminiscent of a hypothetical offspring of Chewbacca and the Wolf from Into the Woods.
265. Do not set fire to the actors to emphasise their emotions. It never helps.
332. Techies should never be forced to play fairies in Midsummer just so they can move sets. They're disgruntled enough as it is.
Oh, yes. This is indeed good.
And happy Thanksgiving to y'all who live in my country, I hope you're as full of good food as I am.
Wednesday, November 24
I spent the past 3 days in Ft. Lauderdale diving for my BA, and I have to say I am not happy to be home. It's pissing down here. Also it's cold, it's muddy, there's no decent seafood within a hundred-mile radius, and the cows are in a really shitty mood - figuratively and literally. To top it all off the pressure hose was running slow tonight, making getting rid of that shitty mood an extra-tedious job. If we're very unlucky that means that something somewhere in the water system has gone horribly wrong, but the resovoir looks fine, so probably it's just another crawdad who's decided to commit suicide by jamming his body in the intake valve. Yes, I said another. We really need to get those guys some therapy or something.
Wednesday, November 10
Uh-huh. Livejournal meme.
Real post soon, I swear. It's been a busy.... month?! Okay, *real* soon.
Real post soon, I swear. It's been a busy.... month?! Okay, *real* soon.
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