Monday, October 31, 2005

Stupid PDF. Death to it.

My notes which I really need for Biology won't print. Dagnammit. This makes me tired and grumpy. That is all.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

Star Fade!

Ok, we're watching At The Movies with Margaret and David, and someone just mentioned star fades. And so, I just thought, how cool would it be if be could have those in real life? Like "well, we'd better get to uni" *starfade* and then there we are! At uni! With our hair being blown backby invisible fans!

Or "Oh no! What will we do?!" *starfadeout!*

Or perhaps "Ahahaha! I am so evil! They will never escape my plot.For I will rule evilly indeed! *glares evily at camera*" And then the world fades to black except for the eyes which glare until the last moment. And so on!

I'm all excited about this, even though I'm just guessing that it might, perhaps, possibly not eventuate.

Also, currently on the screen is a blue beach umbrella with a white fringe. How cool. I want one of those! How Grandma!

I seem to be excitable today. This is doubtless a good thing. Also, the font in the typing page is back to being the right size.

Anyway, I was talking today about someone who was afraid of butterflies. The interesting thing was that I was talking to Tim, who's afraid of dogs, including adorable postcard-like puppies.

So which, empirically, is scarier? Tim maintains that puppies have teeth and are not unlikely to run up your chest and use those teeth to bite your ear fair off. But on the other hand, butterflies do have a proboscis. Yeugh. Creepy . (A proboscis each, obviously, not like the butterflies are all ganging up to attack us with a giant proboscis the size of someone's leg, all straining to carry it around and suck things with, like small children, and the entire contents of frozen coke machines.)(Actually, how cool would that be? You could get one hell of a brainfreeze, though.)

Anyway, a proboscis is arguably a creepier thing to have than adorable little teeth. Also, for all that a puppy might run up you and eat bits off you in manner of a particularly choosy dinner in a buffet restaurant, a butterfly can fly. It could probably fly directly into your ear and sup upon your meninges or something. Although in fairness, they might have difficulty flying into an ear, wingspan is liable to be a problem. But moths can fold their wings, so I'm sure that if butterflies put their mind to it, they could achieve whatever measly ole moths can. In other news, I'm not great with these medical things, but it's just distantly possible that the meninges do not back directly on to the ear. But then, that's exactly where your basic proboscis comes in handy. See? Freakier.

Also, a butterfly is an ex-caterpillar which has seen the error of its ways, and broken out of a shell constructed of its own bodily excretion. Conversely, even the scariest dog was once a little puppy. But then again, lets not even think about where that came from.

Maybe I ought to stop overthinking this. Thought like this taken too far (not that I'm doing that, you understand) could lead to me being completely housebound within the hour. But then, I wasn't really planning on going out this evening, so that's more or less fine.

Anyway, I think it's time to... *dramatic pause*.... go to bed. So good night everyone. *starfade*

Oh, P.S. It occurs to me that butterflies may not, in fact, have a proboscis as such, but then, they doubtless have something like that. So that’s ok.

Sunday, October 23, 2005

Third time lucky

Dammit, I had most of a post written, and the computer deleted almost all of it. Gaaahh! (Twice!)

I actually have nothing particularly interesting to write, but you'll note that the most recent comment on the last post contains implicit death threats, so I figured that for the sake of my health, I'd best make with the typing.

(Weird, the blogger program is showing this text as bigger than usual. Also weird, I always seem to misspell 'weird' as 'wierd' when I'm not concentrating. I suppose, though, that this is not not evidence of Wierdness so much as of Poor Education.)

Also, have decided to try reinstating the Emphatic Capitalisation, of which I am rather Fond (is the capital F too much?).

Now a Guilty Admission: Oprah is on in the room in which I am now sitting, and I'm still here. This sycophantic crowd is bugging me a bit, but Orlando Bloom is on, and he has the ponytail and little moustache and beard thing, not the girl hair has sometimes has and he's just so.... pretty. hehehe.... *fangirls*

This is alook I'm especially fond of, although not always, but I do think that it works well with the right bone structure. (cf. Tim).

Oh good grief, this show is just like a ritualistic exhange of compliments: “you’re really great [overfamiliar name of guest]” “oh no, you’re really great Oprah!” “No, you!” ad so on. And the crowd goes nuts each time, too. Also,she says “I love that about you” a lot, about various ‘deep’ aspects of the actors, as though she really knows them. Ha.

Catie wants to steal my computer to “edit my post” [read: stop me from blathering, and check her own email, and more importantly to rush ahead of me to Pun’s blogans steal the stars which would otherwise be Rightfullly Mine] But I am Nobly Resisting her Evil Plots.

Today being Saturday, we took Pun to Glebe Markets, which was fun in an uneventful sort of way. (You see I have nothing much to write, but you can’t Defy Catie’s Ploys without typing in these situations, so I shall type on wilfully. Heh.

Also, we went to Pride and Prejudice yesterday evening, which was rather nice. Of course they had to make it rather shorter. A 6 hour miniseries doth not easily a 2 hour movie make. (I should point out that I do realise that it’s originally a book, which I have indeed read a number of times, but really, we know that a book can be made into an ordinary-length movie, and who doesn’t think of the miniseries these days?) Our perceptions of these characters have been shaped by the BBC version. So obviously the New Darcy was under scrutiny (I’d like to capitalise Scrutiny, but I fear that I may get Carried Away as I progress). Whilst he was obviously different from Colin Firth who is, as you might say, the Canon Darcy of this last decade, he was also a bit like a combination of John Cusack and Alan Rickman, which is something of a good thing. (Or a Good Thing, even. V. 1066 and All That)

Anyway, the evening has much improved as I’ve rewritten this whole blasted thing, so now we’re watching Lord of The Rings on TV, having had dinner preceeded by Bruscetta. It really is Very Good Bruscetta. Usually it’s Great Bruscetta, or even Excellent Bruscetta, but we could only get Reasonably Good Tomatoes, which rather let the side down.

Anyway, now we have Mango Sparkling Wine, which I bought from the QVB on Thursday, and is Luvverly.

In other news, I wore my Super Ultra Funky Cool Top Hat to uni last week, which was pretty great. One of the best things about the Sutekhers is that they can be relied upon to think that that sort of thing is really great.

Ooh… Low Battery. I’d best go, but have a nice day/evening/life, Oh Adoring Fans. And Adieu. *blows condescending kisses and Condescending Kisses too*

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

So tired of waking up tired

It seems that I've been tired so consistently for so long that I now no longer wake up spontaneously at all, but rather continue, Sleeping Beauty-like until something happens to wake me up.

I had a latin test this morning, in my second class, and I first overslept and was late for the first class, and then got completely abyssmal marks in my 15% latin test. Damn. Problem was, I forgot until fairly late last night that I had to study for it, but then more important stuff came up and kept me awake and not studying until 2. So y'know, I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised by this morning. I really should study for tests earlier than the night before, and I definitely need to get into the habit of going to bed earlier on Monday nights. I mean if I have to pull over and sleep for 15 minutes on my way to work every week, that's bad. Drove down the M4 today in an exciting mix of sluggish fatigue and sleepiness and chest-gripping fear for my life when I kept drifting about. You'd think that the afraidness would keep me alert, but no. Or, hmmm... maybe it did and I would have actually died without it?

Anyway, it was fun stuff.

In ohter news, this afternoon Felix filmed his animal video thingy, in which he takes nature video or something and edits it into somethng else, so he was taping people's voices to be the voices of the animals in his film noir. Cool, no? Bec was cast as a gosiping ant, as far as I know, which I think did not seem very complimentary to her, but hey she was headhunted by a casting agent, in a sense, so that's good, right?

Hmmm.... what else is news?

Well, I cut my hand open on Friday on a broken glass, and my parents were away, so I didn't bother to go and get it stitched (or glued, which I understand is what they do for littler ones like this was. I mean, there weren't exposed tendons, thank goodness). Was v. upsetting. And pretty shocking, actually. More shocking than painful. Was kinda funny, in retrospect. I was all in tears and such, but there was this cheerful muppet musical on the CD player, which I was occasssionally singing along to when those lines that you absentmindedly sing along to came along. Also, I cried on poor ole Sam, which must have been odd for him (sorry Sam), but Bec made me tea, so that was all good. And now I get exciting dressing-y things.

Also, to make up for the hurt finger and horrible Thursday, I bought myself some shoes, which was great. I haven't bought shoes in aaaagges. Feel like am proper grown up lady, buying shoes to deal with distress instead of actually solving own problems. Yay!

Also, I'm so organised that I printed out my psychology readings for the semester this afternoon, weeks before stuvac! Now all I have to do is read them, print the notes, read them, and read the textbook and so on, and I'll be set! Yay!

Anyway, ladies and gentlemen, have a pleasant day/night, this is me, signing out.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

This just in...

Have just discovered the best webcomic in the world.

http://www.explosm.net/comics/archive.asp

Checkit!

(May 22 2005 is a cute one, start there for a gist. Or, y'know at the beginning. Wherever, really.)

Monday, October 03, 2005

The truth at last!

Here is why I can never seem to get my essays done:

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Missing anything? Why yes! Where on earth is my computer?

Aha! There it is:

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Please note also the TV guide and chocolate available to Catie to amuse herself with at this point. Also, she’s stolen my hat. Oh the humanity!

And here am I, all alone (at my desk, you understand, not in the sense of being alone in my room and thus able to do any work…), computerless, and oppressed

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Woe indeed!

PS. Cat would like to point out that she believes this to be character assassination of the most unjust variety. But are you going to listen to someone like that? I didn’t think so. *shakes head censoriously*

Pics now up

Kathyrn's 21st pics arenow up on the Photo Album, because I have an essay due tomorrow. Quite possibly will die. *panics and gets back to work*