If anyone (Nukaya?) needs them, I have the following white bricks left over:
Brick 2 x 4 (x11)
Brick 2 x 3 (x5)
Brick 1 x 6 (x3)
Brick 1 x 4 (x5)
Brick 1 x 1 (x8)
In close second is this conversation as related by Smeag's sig:
So true. So true. So true.
Also! The word of the day is now MEERKATOSITY, in reference to the innate qualities possessed by meerkats. We're still a little fuzzy on what those are, but we know they exist. The innate qualities, not the meerkats. Which is not to say that meerkats don't exist. Because they do. Exist, that is.
Tonight I found myself lugging huge CRT TVs up and down multiple flights of stairs and hunting rogue earwigs to the tune of Queen's “Don't Stop Me Now.” Tomorrow I am hosting a Firefly/Serenity marathon.
:3
I present to you, loyal readers, and you, the rest of the internet (I know you're out there. Don't make me use my book-fu), an undoubtedly trivial and banal exercise in mundanity, otherwise known as What I Did On Holiday in Seattle Today! This is the abridged version, mind. All the personal bits and anything approaching real emotion has been carefully excised because...it's personal. Yeah. This is basically a journal entry without the juicy bits and is not remotely polished. Have fun trying to f
Anyway you want it that's the way the wheel in the sky keeps on turning till we go our separate ways when the lights go down in the city blah blah blah woohoo Journey MOC you guys check it out
I am feeling nonlinear and chumble spuzz to-day
So, as you probably know, BrickFair is coming up. The theme for this year is music, which makes me think that it would be a great idea if people built and brought tons of little Lego vuvuzelas and put them absolutely everywhere, even though they are pretty much the antithesis of music and all that is good and holy. Or are they?
Just imagine...
A horde of vuvuzela players behind the Verizon guy.
King Leonidas kicking a vuvuzela player into a pit.
In space, no one can hear your vuvuze
Z'ohmygoshyouguys, BrickFair is in, like, six weeks. It will be beyawesome.
In addition to myself and my Arpfro, I'll be bringing: The Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal Sawnas CS/3 Drone Formic Drone N'Garai Demon Astral Bunny Orb Robosuit Blinky Zarking Space Gun Kametachi Warbug S.P.O.T. Microscopium Nynrah Lazerbarrow BBCC 59 Entry Fly Guy (If I have time to rebuild him (which I probably will)) Onua Prime (WIP) Starburst (WIP) Possibly a red armored battle suit (WIP?) sexy back () And I'l
Well, today was certainly emotionally stimulating, at the risk of sounding like a Vulcan who doesn't permit himself to experience emotions. I do, it's just that today was much more of a roller coaster than usual. I shan't get into all the details, but if you could spare some prayers for a local family whose 12-year-old son was killed by a car yesterday that would be great.
Skipping over most of those details (I did see a whole roast pig for the first time in my life (Filipinos really know ho
Is there a name for the point in a story where the work's title is most directly referenced? I'm thinking of instances like "O brave new world, that has such people in it!" from Aldous Huxley's Brave New World or "He has put a knife on the things that held us together and we have fallen apart" from Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart. Obviously this sort of thing doesn't happen in every single work of literature or film, but it turns up often enough that I think there should be a word for it. Epon
Whilst browsing a blog of infographic geekery, I found a link to this program that tracks one's mouse movements and activity. The following represents ten hours' worth of noncontinuous computer activity:
The really big black circles are evidently where my cursor spent a lot of time resting, and the small ones with grey circles around them are where I actually clicked...I think. You can also see the actual mouse tracks, which hint at my tab row up near the top and the minimize, resize, and clo
Okay, so last night the power went off shortly after midnight, taking my clock, lamp, etc. with it. Not preferring to read my book by the light of Hex, my laptop, I went to sleep thinking that my lamp would wake me up when it came back on so I could reset my clock properly so the alarm would wake me up on time, all of which transpired according to plan. However, I had to set the clock from Hex, which had been hibernating for the last several hours...or so I thought. I took it out of its case to
Two.
One to post a .gif and one to sneak in during a Board Message attack but not manage to close the topic before the first one's post finally gets through.
The story of a young farm boy who lives with his aunt and uncle out in the boonies in a place under the control of an evil emperor who overthrew an ancient order of magically powered peacekeepers with the help of a protege who turned evil. Around the same time he returns home after being away for a short time to find that his aunt and uncle have been killed by agents of the emperor, he meets an old hermit who moved out there to watch over him as he grew up, learns of his membership in said ancie
This is kind of important, because my old white socks were all too large for me and the grey bit on the heel would show above my shoe heels and for some reason I never really cared enough to do anything about it until now. So now I have new socks! Yey!*
I mean, um, OH THE MUNDANITY.
Well, actually, there have been deep and weighty things being wrestled with, but I'm not sure if I'll talk about them at some point, especially given the superficial relationships I have with the vast majority
Is the plural of dormouse dormice?
Why don't we use plastic for coins instead of metal?
Will you go read the CC4 entries and vote for them when the time comes?
Will I really be able to follow through on this English/Theatre Arts double major?
And why haven't I been appreciating what I have in real life more? :3
So, I have this paper due. It's terribly open-ended. The teacher told us to pick anything in this 1500-page-plus anthology and write whatever kind of thesis-driven essay we want, as long as it's 4-5 pages and has a catchy title, because Bob knows how important a catchy title is. Because of the piecemeal way in which I assemble papers, I will hazard a guess that I am at one page of actual content and maybe three pages of not fully realised ideas, all of which need to be translated into coherent,
Posting an entry about life because that is what you do with blogs, and posting nothing but funny pictures has absolutely no basis whatsoever.
So, school proceeds apace, with nothing terribly exciting going on. Unsurprisingly, I got into the annual festival of student-directed one-act plays, one of which I wrote, so that will be fun. Rather more surprisingly, my psychology professor recommended me as a tutor, which is apparently a paid position. It won't amount to too much money, but it's sti
Ant carcass on patio this morning, tiny scavengers on burst abdomen. This backyard is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The gardens are extended plant boxes and the plants are covered with bugs and when the owners finally take notice, all the bugs will die. Lethal sprays will foam up about their thoraxes and all the spiders and beetles will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll look down, and whisper 'no.' They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good b
