Thursday, December 30, 2010

Moving Day

I find myself getting irritated by the blogspot format.

And so: NEW BLOG. Say what?

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

That Colbert guy speaks the truth.

The Colbert ReportMon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
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"If this is going to be a Christian nation that doesn't help the poor, either we have to pretend that Jesus was just as selfish as we are, or we've got to acknowledge that he commanded us to love the poor and serve the needy without condition, and then admit that we just don't want to do it."

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Christmastime Is Here

Today is a busy day.
Today I have to study for my final final and write the majority of a paper. The paper is due on Friday at noon, but as I will be spending Friday in a car I must finish it beforehand. (I'm attempting to get a one-day extension, but refuse to let my hopes get up.) I also have a (free) lunch (people with meal plans leave early in the week and have to spend the extra meals on someone) and a birthday ice cream excursion with one of the girls in my small group. I also need to pack and clean and take pictures of my Christmas decorations to post on my blog.

I am addressing the last of these right now.

It certainly seems like a procrastinating tactic, doesn't it? And I'm sure it is. But we (my roommates and I) are fond of how our room turned out. It's extra tacky, but the nice kind of tacky.

Nothing says Christmas like a tree on a microwave.

Merry Christmas from Room 36!

(I was going to embed a delightful greeting card from the three of us here, but it played automatically and  I am frequently freaked out by blogs with things that play automatically. I could probably turn the automatic play off, but that just sounds like so much work. Go here instead.)

Happy 75th Blog Post.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Poor, poor Alison

Do you ever feel like something in your stomach is trying to burst its way out of your stomach, like that one scene in Alien?

Perhaps I am exaggerating. Perhaps.

I am sick.

This is a big deal for me. I am quite the hypochondriac so when I actually get some kind of illness it's somewhat surreal. I get all melodramatic and Woe-Is-Me and make a Sick Fort. (A sick fort, incidentally, is what happens when the bottom bunk bed meets an extra pair of sheets.) It's kind of nice, minus the pain and discomfort. 

This particular illness is kind of weird. Some sort of bacterial stomach infection.
Before I go further, I'd like to share with the people I interact with on a daily basis that I am not contagious
And continuing:

Most of the time I feel perfectly fine. Maybe a little queasy, but nothing horrible. But then, all of a sudden I think to myself Hmm, I'm about to throw up. And then I spend some time with some sudden, stabby pains and throw up a couple of times and moan and feel miserable and apologize to anyone in the vicinity.

Each time it happens it's a little better. The first time I couldn't move or stay still (which leads to quite the predicament) and was seriously considering the emergency room. It lasted hours. The second time lasted about 45 minutes. Right now it's been about 10 minutes and I already am feeling very much better. However, that doesn't mean I'm not going to complain about it right now. Milk your sympathies a bit.

I'm almost feeling better. Until then, I'm going to brush my teeth again, wallow in my sick fort, watch a vampire TV show where the vampires are actually the bad guys and make up a song to the tune of Peter Pan's I Won't Grow Up, called (originally enough) I Won't Throw Up.

Sick fort!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Gettin' all political/depressing up in here.

I have not updated anything here for a long, long time. I have been very busy. Junior year's been hard so far. I am actually taking a short break from writing one of three papers due this week.

I wouldn't have taken a break, except I came across an article, and after pondering how to fit it into my essay I'm writing I decided to get righteously indignant here instead. This shouldn't take long.

Perhaps I am a bleeding-heart-liberal-hippie-social-work-major; when I read this headline I could not believe what I was seeing:

Wait, what?

“This country’s out of money and we better start thinking,” said co-chairman Erskine Bowles. Without “tough choices,” he said, “we’re on the most predictable path toward an economic crisis that I can imagine.”
Wait, what?!

Sure, go ahead, reduce debt. But cutting some programs designed to reduce poverty doesn't seem like the best idea. Surely there are other places to cut spending. Aren't we in an unnecessary war or two?

I usually would not touch politics on my blog. But I've spent the last 24 hours alternating between an essay about the problems that prompted social security and an essay comparing and contrasting the inequality in the United States and United Kingdom. So this is pretty close to my heart right now. I've been bombarded with statistics about how awful our country treats the needy. For example, the Gini index measures the inequality between the rich and the poor in a country. A Gini coefficient of 0 means that everyone's exactly the same and 100 means that one person has all the wealth in the country and everyone else has nothing. The United States' is 45, which is the highest out of industrialized nations. Out of OECD (Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development) member nations, there are only two countries with higher inequality than us. Turkey and Mexico. Do we really want to have the same inequality as Turkey or Mexico? They have an excuse - they're still developing. They are dirt poor. We are America. We're the land of the free, home of the brave and the American Dream. (Incidentally, I could go on another rant about how the American Dream only serves to reinforce our broken stratification system, but I can tell that this subject is going to be long enough.) But according to some sources, if we continue the way we've been going we'll have the same level of inequality as Mexico by 2043. In three decades our inequality will match MEXICO. WHAT?

And I've been sinking into a deeper and deeper depression because there's nothing I can do about it. No one really seems to care. Most of my friends are either all "Every nation has inequality and you can't fix it" or "Things are worse off in third world countries, so we should put our efforts there."

Just because poverty is worse in, say, India does not mean we should ignore poverty in America. There are people in your city who have to choose between paying rent and paying the electricity bills. There are people in your city who skip meals so that their children can eat.

As I mentioned, I usually will not mention politics on my blog. I don't like when people disagree with me or pick fights with me or tell me I'm wrong.

I have some friends who are stuck in this Cold-War-leftovers fear of socialism. For Americans, socialism = communism = EVIL. And they will pick fights with me about it.

A Conversation
(This actually happened last Saturday. Attempting word-for-word)

Friend: So, Alison, you're into socialism?
Alison: I don't see anything inherently wrong with it.
Friend: Wait, really?
Alison: I'm not saying we should become a communism society. I just think that socialized healthcare and education wouldn't be bad.
Friend: My grandpa's Canadian and when he was 70 they refused him treatment because his life was up.

Then I felt awkward and after a weak attempt on my part to say that that wouldn’t happen here the conversation ended.

Switching to socialized systems like this wouldn't lead to communism. Look at England. They have free healthcare to those who want it, but they also have private healthcare and insurance and the like to those who can afford it. We won't refuse treatment to the elderly just because their "life is up." In fact (going back to the article at the beginning) cutting programs like social security and medicare preys on the elderly more than socialized medicine ever will.

My heart breaks for this sort of thing. I was discussing this with my lovely roommate Loren and almost burst out crying. I am sad because people are in poverty, but I'm more hurt by the apathy of our society. I was listening to a podcast where someone had to dress up in a disguise. She said that dressing up homeless is the best tactic - people will go out of their way not see homeless people. People don't care about poor people. Oh, maybe they'll give a tiny bit of money to some charity a couple times a year. That's great, but it is not enough. We need a mindset change. We assume that the severe inequality in our society has always existed in this form and always will and that there's nothing that can fix it. Not true. Our inequality wasn't always so bad. Sure, with every society there will be some kind of inequality. But ours keeps getting worse every year. And we can fix it. If you look around, there are opportunities for making lives better everywhere. But people don't care.

I want to change the world. I am attempting to devote my life to this. And it hurts when the greater portion of our population couldn't care less about it.

I know that I am not the only person in the world who wants to lessen American poverty, but based on conversations I've had lately it certainly feels like it.

(If you are a future social work major, I would advise you not to take an inequality class at the same time as a death class, as you'll turn into a thoroughly depressing person for a time.)

UPDATE: That deficit proposal's not gonna happen.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Sea Monster Who Brutally Attacked Paris

Happy Halloweeeeeeeeennnn

(Can you also see the ghosts rising from the city? Spooky!)

Friday, October 15, 2010

DEATH and whatnot.

You might know that this semester I'm taking a class on Death, Grief and Bereavement. (SW 418, which incidentally is my very first 400-level class. I am so old/wise/etc.)

I signed up for it being all Hey That Sounds Interesting and Well I'm a Social Work Major So I Guess I Have To Deal With Death Sometime. But it's actually a bit more depressing than I originally anticipated.
(I get to watch a video of Euthanasia soon. Not really looking forward to that one.)

The weird thing is that I absolutely love this class. It's fascinating and one of the few classes that I actually talk in. (I'm terribly, terribly shy when it comes to speaking in class, especially when I feel that the other people in class are smarter than me. So it's weird that I actually talk in this class, as I'm a junior in a 400-level class. When I was a sophomore in my first 300-level class you couldn't get a word out of me. But that was a Sociology of Popular Music class, taught by our resident Fulbright Scholar from New Zealand, so it attracted an intimidatingly cool crowd. Plus a couple people like me.)

When I leave my death class I tend to text loved ones telling them how much I hope they don't die soon.

Yesterday we had this exercise where we received 12 slips of brightly colored paper and told to write on them:
3 people you care dearly about
3 possessions that mean a lot to you
3 activities you love to do
3 personal character traits you are proud of
And then she (our professor) walked up through a scenario wherein we contract some terminal illness and start to die. Every so often she'd pause and say something like "you have 30 seconds to rip up three of your slips." Sort of to symbolize everything you lose when you die of a degenerative illness. Like "Well, I guess I'm not funny anymore. See you later, old family pictures. I can't make things anymore." And so on.
It got kind of hard when it came to ripping up the People slips. Sort of like saying "Sorry Grandparents, I do love you, but I've got no choice. Guess you're not going to be there when I'm dying."
It ends with "Now you're dead. Tear up your last bit of paper." Fun stuff.

The ripped-up pieces of my hopes and dreams

After that we discussed whether or not we'd like to know how and/or when we die. And I said I totally would. I mean, I wouldn't want to know how I die if I didn't know when. For example: "You'll die in a car crash!" would stop me from ever crossing the street. But I'd want to know when so I can take risks and not worry about death.

Sort of like in Big Fish:
That kid looks into Marla from Fight Club's eyes and sees how he'll die, so when he later grows up into Young Obi Wan Kenobi he can be all "hey, this isn't how I die" and can, like, successfully fight off that tree thing. I'd totally do that.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Trying something new

Baby's First Video Blog!
How Cute.

If you make it all the way through I'll give you a prize.
(Note: The prize will probably just be praise. Verbal, perhaps, or in writing.)

Baby's First Video Blog! from Alison Humphreys on Vimeo.


I mention in this that I would add music to a certain part, but I decided not to because I am lazy.

When I said "This is my last video blog" I meant "the end of my video blog." After talking for too long my words get all garbled.

Sorry for emphatically hitting the desk and making annoying thumping noises by the microphone. And for having a louder fan that I first realized. Though I think that's not entirely my computer so much as everything in my room tends to hum.

The first time I watched it before exporting it I thought I was hilarious and charmingly diffident. But when I watched it after uploading it to the Internet I realized it was stupid and I have weird habits and an inability to not say um. So this could very well be my last.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

The Zebra who went to Paris

(This is partially to show off the cool Paris decals I got on clearance at Target and partially to show off the cool sock zebra I made.)

Friday, September 24, 2010

Exclamation points!

Hey guys! My friend Nikki just got a blog! She's pretty cool, so it's pretty cool! And she mentions me!

Check it out!

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Gettin' all Christian up in here

I don't like to blog about my faith.
Like, I really really don't like it. It makes me uncomfortable.

I know my reasons for disliking it are ultimately untrue, but they still haunt me. If I start blogging about Jesus all the time my superchristian friends will find my thoughts shallow and not quite so good as theirs. My non-Christian friends will read about my faith and suddenly think I am delusional and/or stupid. (I can occasionally be delusional and/or stupid, but I have good company in that.)  
I have many Christian friends and many of these people have blogs and most of their blogs are about almost nothing but Jesus. And they do a great job with it. I can't do a great job with it. Will all my posts suddenly become exactly the same? Will I get boring? And one by one the people who read stop, until only two are left? (Hi Mom and Dad!) 

I don't always shy away from it. I have had one other "Christian" post in my one-and-a-half years and sixty-five posts since I started this experiment in narcissism, even if it was mainly about other people. (Really, only 65 posts in over 18 months? What a slacker.) 

I mention my aversion to writing about my faith because I came across a Bible passage that I really really wanted to share, but at the same time I really really don't like to because I don't want to be labelled a Christian Blog. But I decided that this needed to be shared instead, because I think it's marvelous:

(1 Th 2:6-8, Message.)

...we never threw our weight around or tried to come across as important, with you or anyone else. We weren't aloof with you. We took you just as you were. We were never patronizing, never condescending, but we cared for you the way a mother cares for her children. We loved you dearly. Not content to just pass on the Message, we wanted to give you our hearts. And we did.

I bolded verse 8, as I particularly like it.
I quite like the NLT version:

We loved you so much that we shared with you not only God's Good News but our own lives, too.

(I'm going to say "we" and "let's" a lot right now, because I had "I" knocked out of me in various high school English classes, not because I think you are condescending or anything.) 

Wouldn't it be amazing that we  could say that to anyone and have it be the truth? To stop being obsessed with our reputations and how important we are, to stop our better/holier-than-thou attitudes and just care for people? Accept them as they are? What if we stopped just trying to convert people, teaching them the gospel and then dropping them?  Grow deep and personal relationships with people. Share our own lives. Be vulnerable and interdependent on one another. 
I like it. Let's do it.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Where I am living now.

I’m taking two online classes this semester. One seems pretty awesome and one seems like it will be kind of weird. In that almost every person in it (except for myself) has mentioned that they are married and have kids (seriously, around 5 of them have mentioned they’re pregnant) and are going for a degree that they stopped offering this year and I haven’t heard of. Also whenever I make a joke they don’t realize I’m joking, which is a bit frustrating for such a ridiculous person as myself. And they say things like "I look forward to interacting with you in the future," and honestly, who talks like that?
But the awesome class looks fairly interesting. Perhaps a tad dry at times, as it is about social legislation and the like, but overall fascinating. I was just working on it now. I have a 20-page research paper due in a few months about the Social Security Act of 1935, so I was reading the Social Security Act of 1935. But then that started giving me a headache, so I decided that it would be less headachy to read the summary on Wikipedia. But then I decided it would be much less headachy to update my blog.

I will now proceed to take you on a photographic tour of my dorm room. That sounds exciting, doesn’t it? I’m in the same dorm as last year, but this particular room we’re in is laid out differently than my previous one. Flipped, like  mirror. It also seems a bit larger, but I think that’s just because we have yet to put in any comfortable chairs/coach/futon/what have you.

Here is my desk, where I am currently writing this.

It is messy, yes. I was doing homework just before I decided to take the picture, which tends to clutter things up a great deal.
In this picture you can see both my roommates’ desks. And even catch a glimpse of Loren’s arm.
The piece(s) of paper taped to the wall (which may be too faint to make out) contain everything that will be due this semester in my online classes.

Now we move to the dressers. One thing I love about Gillenwater is the amount of space we’re given to store things. Yes, it’s a two-person dorm with three people living in it, but we each get four huge drawers. This is my side of it:

I share a closet with Christie. This is part of my side:

Ok, now check out these lights. I’m incredibly proud:

I made those! (Well, not the lights themselves; that takes advanced electrical training that I do not possess.) But check out the egg carton flowers. Nice.

Here’s our tiny kichen:

I decided against taking a picture of my bathroom because there's not much more than a toilet, which I'm sure you've seen before.

And here’s my bed. I made it just for you.

I’m also in the picture, because I’m having a pretty good hair day that would be a shame to waste. (Although the goodness of my hair doesn’t translate to Photo Booth very well.)

Finally, here’s our view from the bedroom. It will be much more attractive when the construction is done.


And one more side note: I’m going to read the entire New Testament by my 21st birthday. I’m reading it in the Message version because I haven’t done so before. And I’m announcing it here because I’m generally awful at following through with plans that involve any sort of discipline.

As we’re (I’m) in a picture mood, here’s a partial screenshot of the schedule I created for myself. (It’s basically just a Read-The-New-Testament-In-Six-Months plan, partially tweaked because my birthday is around 9 days short of 6 months.)

(The "J" stands for "January.")

On a partially related note, we learned how to make screenshots on PCs during my last computer class. We also learned how to make folders and save files in them. Seriously. 

Monday, August 23, 2010

Mad Mix

I have two true loves in this world: post-apocalyptic scenarios and making compilation CDs. (That claim is not exactly true, but let's not ruin this post by being correct.) So it only stand to reason that I would make a post-apocalyptic mix CD. I thought this was an incredibly clever/cool idea until I looked it up and found that these sort of things are very common. But I decided to press on. Most of the apocalyptic-type music out there is either experimental post-rock or late 60s/early 70s protest-y kinds of songs, so I stay away from these for the most part.

Before I get into what's actually on the compilation, let's discuss titles. I originally was thinking "Apocalypse Wow." Yes, Apocalypse Now isn't an apocalyptic movie. I mostly just chose it because of the word "apocalypse." But apparently there's a band called Apocalypse WOW! (including the capitalization and punctuation) so that's out. Also, since I'm kind of avoiding the protest-hippie vibe, naming my mix after a Vietnam movie might ruin that for me.

My previous roommate Chelsea suggested "Mad Mix," after (of course) Mad Max. (I say previous roommate instead of ex-roommate, as the ex- suggests that we parted on bad terms, while I actually still quite like her.) I love Mad Mix. I think it's brilliant. But many of the songs I chose are more futuristic than apocalyptic and I kept thinking of the different styles as parts, so I ended up going with the rather long winded title that first crossed my mind when I started compiling this CD:

In the Future We Will All Be Dead: A Mix CD in Seven Parts
Part I: Death By Robot
1. Citizens of Tomorrow by Tokyo Police Club
2. Robots by Flight of the Conchords
(This song is about humans all dying by the year 2000. The previous song is about the humans race enslaved by machines in the year 2009.)
3. The Robots by KRAFTWERK
(Good old fashioned 1970s electronica from the point of view of Robots.)

Part II: Death By Zombie
4. They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhhh! by Sufjan Stevens.
(There is a lot of overlap between this CD and the one I made for halloween. The halloween one had way more songs about ghosts.)

Part III: Death By Dystopia 
(Yeah, you don't die from dystopia so much as live under some kind of futuristic totalitarian regime. I was going for, you know, repetition or whatever.)
5. Clones (We're All) by Alice Cooper
(I went through a long and thorough Alice Cooper phase in high school. This song was my favorite for several months, mostly because I love when bands put out songs that have little in common their usual style.)
6. 1984 by David Bowie

Part IV: Intermission
7. Tapestry from an Asteroid by Sun Ra
(This is a futuristic-style instrumental jazz piece from 1961 by an eccentric guy who is convinced that - among other fascinating worldviews - he was abducted by aliens and taken to Saturn. Not post-apocalyptic, really, but rather interesting.)

Part V: Death By Unspecified Disaster
8. London Calling by the Clash
9. Panic by the Smiths
10. 1999 by Prince
11. Wave of Mutilation

Part VI: Survival
12. We Will Become Silhouettes by the Shins
(This is actually a cover of a song by the Postal Service. The only other Postal Service song I know is "Such Great Heights." Which I only know because my freshman roommate introduced me to the Iron and Wine cover of it. Both these songs are actually B-sides to the original Such Great Heights single. According to Wikipedia, at least.)

Part VII: Aftermath
13. Nothing But Flowers by Talking Heads

You like? Thoughts? 

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

I kind of want one.

As I've mentioned before, my greatest and best ideas happen in the shower. Now I have proof that I really am not alone in this. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you AquaNotes:

The website notes that "the shower has long been held as the best place to spark ideas and creative inspiration, but it's always been a challenge to remember shower ideas." Until now, that is.

That is so true, AquaNotes. Good for you.

So it's a waterproof notepad that even works underwater. It is recyclable, soy-based, and environmentally friendly.

I feel like I should be paid to write this. If anyone from AquaNotes reads this, I accept cash, checks and direct deposits. Though I have a readership of approximately 8 people, so I understand if that doesn't work out.

Also, I would like to point out to those approximately 8 people that it's almost my birthday. (As much as the first half of August is almost the last part of February.) And this would be an appropriate gift.

That's all.

Monday, July 26, 2010

I Write Like

(I was going to put some pun in the title - call it, like, The Write Stuff or something - but I couldn't think of anything that wasn't just awful.)

My friend Stephanie has a blog, which I was looking at today. Recently she wrote about this website called I Write Like that will analyze writing and say what that person writes like.

I input many of my blog posts. I got Charles Dickens once and Margaret Mitchell once. But every other time - out of two pages of blog posts - I got Cory Doctorow.

I write like
Cory Doctorow
I Write Like by Mémoires, Mac journal software. Analyze your writing!


Honestly, I haven't read too much of his work, and I wasn't sure who he was off the top of my head. But I'm a semi-regular reader of Boing Boing - especially during the school year. So I'm ok with this. And I'll definitely pause to check out the next book I see of him.

(Although I stuck in a G.K. Chesterton essay and was told he writes like Dan Brown. And Stephen King apparently writes like J.K. Rowling. So we'll take this with a grain of salt.)

I love buying used books from Amazon

Sure, there's an additional $3.99 shipping and handling. But saving $119.78 on one book? I like that quite a lot.

Friday, July 23, 2010

Taking X-ACTO Knives to Books Like A Crazyperson.

So lately I've been kind of into hollowing out books.

Actually, let me take that back. I've been kind of into creating book safes. That sounds a bit classier.
I became interested in it almost a year ago, when I made one for myself. I've since made one for my friend Nikki for her birthday. And now I've made two more.

I have briefly flirted with the idea of selling my lovely creations on etsy or something. But if you look book safes up on etsy, they're all nice and carved out in straight lines and neat and clean. And mine aren't so much. But what I lack in any real technical talent I more than make up for in enthusiasm.

But I made these two more recent ones for my siblings. They don't know about it yet, but I don't have much of a preference whether they find out about this when I post a link to facebook or when I actually give it to them in person. Either way, I'm an awesome sister and everyone should tell me that because of my fragile esteem system.

I decided to make one for Matt as a housewarming/thank-you-for-driving-me-around-Southern-California-when-you-would-rather-be-sleeping present. I went to the Escondido Public Library Bookstore and bought a cheap, big book to destroy. After I bought it I saw a suitable-for-hollowing-out book they were giving away for free outside so I got it. I decided to make one for Leah, as a I-know-you-don't-really-like-me-but-please-think-I'm-cool gift.

Allow me to get defensive for a minute: No, neither of these are actual library books. I am not destroying public property. They are mine. Mine! Legally!

And allow me to give out a plug for the Escondido Public Library Bookstore. Ok, seriously, if you have any interest in reading (and as you are reading this, I daresay you must) or music or movies and are reading this from the general vicinity of Escondido you have to check out the bookstore. It's cheap, it's fantastic, I wonder where it's been all my life. (The answer to this is: the corner of Kalmia St and Second Ave.)  I also bought The Hunchback of Notre Dame for $0.75 and The Chronicles of Narnia for $2.25.
I love the Escondido Public Library Bookstore!

But yeah, here are some pictures of my adventures in hollowing out books.

The supplies you need to carry out this experiment. Plus a book, obviously. Come on, use your brain.
I took a million (like 7ish) pictures like this, trying to strike the perfect combination between staring-crazily-at-a-knife and not-having-a-double-chin. 
Notice Joann in the background. That was when I realized that taking many pictures of oneself staring at a knife probably kind of looked weird.

Proof that there were book casualties. I sort of felt guilty doing that. But I feel guilty doing most things, so that's pretty normal.

You will notice they look like real books. 
I'm not showing the front, because, while I'm about 80% certain that I can destroy any books I've paid for and legally own all I want, I don't want to chance any backlash from the "ILOVETHATBOOK!!!" community.

But when you open them:


Leah's is the best, in my opinion. It was taken from what reminded me of an old-timey movie theater experience. It contained a couple full-length historical romance novels, a short essay about Hawaii (including full color photos!) and a Snoopy comic. (It would have been cool to keep, but it was torn and water-damaged already, so there is goes.)

I mess up on these things a lot, so I find that decoupage will cover up glue stains and whatnot on the bottom of the book. (Decoupage is the only skill I've retained from my brief time in Girl Scouts. If only I could remember how we baked a cake using only a box lined with tin foil. And the ingredients for cake, obviously. Use your brains.)

So I was able to salvage some of the comic strips, a map of hawaii, and some illustrations from the novels and make a pretty cool thing:

(It looks way cooler in person, I promise.)

Thursday, July 15, 2010

R.I.P. MySpace

Today I deleted my MySpace. I had to jump through many, many figurative hoops to do it.
Alison: Cancel my account
MySpace: Are you sure? Why? You're still sure? You know this is permanent, right? Ok, we'll send you an email. Are you sure? Really? Fine, you're deleted. I hope you're happy on Facebook. Jerk.

I haven't been on it in several months, but I kept putting off because I have a lot of pictures on there that I wanted to delete, lest they disappear forever. Tonight I finally got around to downloading them and am now free from my MySpace chains.

I found one thing that was unexpected. They added a view counter to the pictures, so you can see how many people viewed the picture since January of 2009. Most of mine averaged at about 5-10 views each.  Except for this one:
5510 Views. My next highest was 40.
I think this is because it was my profile picture for quite a while and also my friend Natalie, pictured in this with me, has a bit more profile traffic than me. I'm guessing.

One thing I will miss about MySpace, sort of, is the ability to fill out stupid surveys that no one will really care about. And post them in bulletin form many times a day.

And so: 

Taken from, as none of my MySpace friends seem to be active anymore. Excluding bands and the like.
(This one is titled "Super Duper Random")

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Let's Watch a Disney Channel Movie

I don't watch Disney channel very much anymore. But I loved it like mad back in the day, so any time a Disney Channel Original Movie from '98-'03 (ish) comes on I will watch it and I will love it. Luckily, this weekend has had several (several!) movies from that era shown. Alley Cat Strike. Cadet Kelly. The Thirteenth Year. ETC.

One thing I've noticed about Disney Channel Original Movies these day is that they changed the opening to a series of film clips over some rockin' music. This is disappointing, as the previous opener was a bunch of photogenic tweens dressed in some weird early-oughts fashions dancing in and around some blue computer generated film strip. In the background was a song with the lyrics: Let's Watch a Disney Channel Movie/ Let's Watch a Disney Channel Movie/ We're Gonna Watch A Disney Channel Movie/ Let's Watch a Disney Channel Movie.
It was awesome and creative and they have no business changing it.

Right now I'm watching the Thirteenth Year. Which, as we all know, is about a kid who is the son of a mermaid and begins turning into one when he turns 13. What I like about it is the synopsis given to it by the cable company (or whoever makes these synopses.): A boy seems to be turning into a fish.
That's movie gold.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

I just wrote a long and mildly clever blog about how my summer is going, how I can't find a job, and how I make a mean iPod touch case. But then I accidentally deleted it and am too frustrated to try to rewrite it. So instead, I leave you with a picture of touchPod cases that I made. Awesome:

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Well hello there.

So I was told that I must update my blog, for some reason or another. My problem is that I have nothing much to talk about. I am in Washington right now. I wake up, hang out with my parents, go to bed. Sometimes I go to the store. Right now I’m at Q Café, which is pretty cool. I’m a fan of Eugene Cho/One Day’s Wages. 10% of their sales go to outside charities, and this month it’s going to a women’s center. I work with a women’s shelter and homeless women are close to my heart, so I like that.

Anyway, I’m also very excited to go to San Diego. I’m hoping to get a job with LEGO Land, which would be totally awesome. Haven’t heard from them yet, though. The main thing I’m not looking forward to is the heat. Flagstaff has been cold when I was there. Seattle has about the same high temperature. Escondido has been around 80 every day. But I’ll get used to it. If it gets too hot, I’ll go to the beach. It’ll be lovely.

So yeah, not much has happened. Except I forgot to put the dogs’ food inside one day and a raccoon came up to eat it. The dogs freaked out.
You can tell he's freaking out because it's blurry.

And I discovered that raccoons are terrifying. I’m from a city; wildlife should not be able to come up to your back door.
Sure, we had coyotes come up to our back gate in California, but they aren’t terrifying. They’re harmless and/or adorable. I will back this up with pictures I found on the Internet:


As much as I’m very excited for California, there are a few things I will miss from Washington:

  1. When it’s sunny, everything is so unnaturally green and pretty. I like this. Of course, it’s cloudy more than it isn’t. Which makes sense. If it didn’t rain so much it wouldn’t be so green. It also gets dark much later, which is cool.
I took this picture last year. Still looks the same.

  1. Good coffee. California: Good Mexican food. Washington: Good coffee.
I took this picture just now while trying to look like I wasn’t taking a picture of myself. 

     3. Adorable puppy dogs

     4. My lovely parents.
I like living without them, but I still miss them when I go too long without seeing them.

That being said, I'm totally stoked for California. One more week!

Sunday, May 2, 2010

Fascinating, isn't it?

So I was wandering around facebook wondering if I could find something to distract me from my extra credit paper for a little while and I noticed that my dear friend Alida had changed her profile picture to a cool-looking mosiacy sort of picture. Upon further inspection* I discovered that it was a picture survey of sort. I had done it before, but decided to give it another go.

Here we are!
And from Left to Right, row by row:
1. First Name
2. Favorite Food
3. Where I went/go to school
4. Favorite Color
5. Celebrity Crush
(In the picture, the "No" part of "No, Thank You" got cut off)
6. Favorite Drink
7. Dream Vacation
8. Favorite Dessert
9. What I want to be when I grow up
10. What I love most in life
11. One word to describe me
12. My nickname.

According to a facebook note I wrote last August, I've also done this in August and March 2009. The questions are slightly different:
5 is "what is your middle name", 7 and 8 are switched, 10 asks when my birthday is, and 11 and 12 are 10 and 11 in my more recent mosaic. (That's not confusing, is it?)

So: August 2009

And March 2009:

Some differences, some similarities. In all honesty, I cannot for the life of me remember most of what I searched for in the earlier ones. I think my most recent one is my favorite, aesthetically. 

But yeah. That's about it.

(I'm signing off with a little kiss, now. It shows I'm friendly and personable and such.)

*You can tell I'm writing a paper when my writing gets all formal-like.