Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Today we have learned three things:
1) If you let yourself believe that, as the past week or so has been beautiful and sunny with little wind, it’s finally safe/warm enough to wear a dress without the weather freaking out on you, it will be overcast, hot/muggy, and windy the day you wear it. (The Weather Underground – the weather service, not the terrorist organization – says it’s currently 72 degrees and clear skies. The Weather Underground lies)
2) If you are systematically going through a bunch of old files, shredding the papers with personal information on it, and throwing everything else in the recycling dumpster, it is not more efficient to fill your trash box up all the way with paper and using the dolly to cart it out instead of filling the box halfway and carrying it. This is especially true if it is windy outside.
3) You look quite stupid yelling at pieces of paper while you chase them around a parking lot.
(But on the whole, it’s been a good day.)
Monday, April 20, 2009
I realized that I never had that problem before.
I'm doing this massive research paper on how, from its inception, the Arthurian legend has been shaped by current events, which in turn affect the stories that follow. In my rough draft, during my segment on Excalibur, I mentioned how the shiny shiny shiny armor is reminiscent of the Cylons in Battlestar Galactica. My teacher mentioned how it's more likely that they were trying to imitate the stormtroopers from Star Wars.
Now that we pretty much have our papers done, we'll be spending the last two weeks of class looking at Arthur in TV shows, specifically Babylon 5, Dr. Who, and Merlin.
This is a fun class :)
"The Cold War Unicorns Play Set allows you to play out the intense struggle between two global superpowers in the majestic fantasy world of the Unicorn! Can the Communist Unicorn’s horn of classless social structure hold up against the Freedom Unicorn’s hooves of capitalist opportunity?"
It works, I think.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Freshmen and Sophomores have to sign up for housing in person. This is weird to me because Juniors and Seniors get to do it online. I understand why upcoming freshmen have to do this, but surely upcoming sophomores (such as myself) know a little bit about the dorms and whatnot so that they can register themselves. All we did was fill out a form and give it to the lady.
For in-person registration, you must come in at a certain time by, as determined by your last name. They decided to mix it up, so H (the first letter of my last name) was in the last section of the last day.
By the time I got there, they had run out of rooms.
I'm guaranteed a room, but they don't know where. I'll find out sometime between May 31 and June 15. I'm very disappointed.
I just hope I get into one of my top 3 (Roseberry, Gillenwater, McDonald) and not Cowden or Tinsley. Especially not Cowden. Morton would be ok. Tinsley wouldn't be that bad, I don't think. I have friends there.
Just not Cowden. I'm looking forward to having a sink.
On the plus side, I'm listening to the Unicorns and three people have told me that they would read my blog. Thank you, parents and roommate!
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
"A mythological Korean bluebird has similar symbolic meanings. Yet the bird also operates as a kind of metaphysical operative for the gods by flitting around and spying on the activities of mortals. This is reflected in the English colloquialism "A little bird told me.""
And so I looked up that phrase, and many believe it has Biblical origins:
Do not revile the king even in your thoughts,
or curse the rich in your bedroom,
because a bird of the air may carry your words,
and a bird on the wing may report what you say.
Phrase Origins are fun!
The first headline today was “US to name 'border czar' to watch Mexican border (AP)”
I like to think that the border czar is some crotchety old man who sits on a rocking chair by the border and shakes his fist at people. “Hey you kids, get off my country.
I also think it’s weird that czar is a legitimate position in our government now.
In other news, I'm quite hungry.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
My roommate knows me too well. This is a conversation we had about three minutes ago:
EMILY: haha. Okay, you have to see this.
ALISON: meh. I have the computer on me.
EMILY: It's got baby animals!
And I was there for less than a second, for this lovely picture:
(Baby platypuses/platypi/? look like puggles with a duck bills.)
This made me realize the power baby animals have over me. I fear the following scenarios:
1) Want to go into the sewer/sinister cave/serial killer's death freezer with me? There will be kittens!
2) Don't mind this evil dictator intent on taking over the world. He has a baby turtle/donkey/gosling!
3) If you kill a man for me, I will give you a baby giraffe/zebra/panda.
I'm sure there are more examples I could think up, but right now my brain isn't working. I think I'm going to post some baby animal pictures. Because I have the same mind as a twelve year old girl.
Monday, April 13, 2009
I'm a fan.
You will notice that he is regal. He being the Freedom Eagle. Not John Allison. I mean, he could be regal. I don't know. I've never met him.
"At the time of the War of 1812, Samuel Wilson was a prosperous middle-aged meat-packer in Troy. He obtained a contract to supply beef to the Army in its campaign further north, which he shipped in barrels. The barrels, being government property, were branded with the initials "U.S.", but the teamsters and soldiers would joke that the initials referred to "Uncle Sam", who supplied the product. Over time, it is believed, anything marked with the same initials (as much Army property was) also became linked with his name."
And then he died and was buried in Troy, I guess.
It's sort of sad that our big patriot was just some guy with a meat contract.
(Uncle Sam want you! to buy some steak from him.)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I was looking through old files on my computer and came across this old children’s story I wrote in about, oh, ‘ought seven or sometime. I decided I would repost it here, for fun’s sake. Some of the writing's a little stilted, but it was two year ago. You will notice that it is inspiring.
And don't say anything mean. It's kind of like my ugly but gifted child.
The Tale of Little Henry, the Unusual Elephant
Little Henry the elephant was a very happy little elephant. He lived in a tropical paradise resplendent with all sorts of beautiful foliage. Little Henry the elephant was a nomadic creature, and would travel along the river while the big yellow moon smiled down at him.
Little Henry the elephant was a very unusual little elephant. Rather than being covered with gray all over, Little Henry was blue, and had red on the inside of his ears and purple tusks and toes. Little Henry was blissfully unaware of his abnormal appearance, as he had never met any other elephants before. He didn’t even know that other elephants existed! He just continued traveling along the river, with the big yellow moon smiling down on him.
Little Henry the elephant traveled to places he had never ever been to meet animals he had never ever seen. One day, Little Henry’s journey brought him to a clearing filled with a herd of elephants. Their sudden appearance shocked Little Henry. Why, he was unaware that any other elephants existed. Furthermore, the new elephants looked altogether different from Little Henry. They were gray all over, and their tusks were white, not purple. Despite their differences, Little Henry attempted to become friends with the new elephants. The new elephants would have none of it; Little Henry was too unique. They called him a freak and sent him on his way.
Little Henry the elephant was a very lonely little elephant. After all, who wants to be friends with a blue and red and purple elephant? Little Henry was contemplating his eventual fate – a life doomed to wandering by the river, sad and alone – when he heard a cry for help. Little Henry went to investigate. In some sort of freak accident, a baby elephant was trapped under a large boulder! None of the “normal” elephants were strong enough to lift it. The big yellow moon smiled down as they stood helplessly by, watching their young companion undergo a long and painful death by squishing
Little Henry the elephant was a very strong little elephant, although his name and physique would suggest otherwise. He knew he would be able to lift the boulder and save the young gray elephant. Little Henry’s thoughts did not turn to how the other elephants had wronged him. It was focused solely on the baby who needed help.
Little Henry the elephant became a very heroic little elephant. With all of his strength, he hoisted the boulder over his head, freeing Baby Elephant! All the normal elephants cheered Little Henry. They forgot their differences and accepted him. Little Henry the elephant had a family at last. He was blissfully happy as the big yellow moon smiled down.
Unfortunately, the boulder grew too heavy for Little Henry, and came tumbling down, killing him instantly.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
We will begin with a lovely salad:
, followed by some delicious (yet healthy!) vegetables:
After this comes the main course: jellied meat!
and finally, dessert:
Barring that, I would like to have a dinner where we have a sandwich that looks like a cake followed by a cake that looks like a sandwich.