Things I have done today:

* Pulled my back out shifting books about at work

* Ran around the backyard like a lunatic while playing with my cat

* Drank too much caffeine

* Been in a really moody-mood for NO GOOD REASON (grrr pms)

* Craved pecan pie. Again for NO GOOD REASON.

* Read the last few pages of a kids' novel and nearly burst into tears for NO GOOD REASON ... well, the girl dies, that's reason enough!

* Avoided thinking about all the work I have to do by watching the last thirty minutes of today's ST:TNG episode. Older!Spock was pretty cool.

* Downloaded beaucoup old school WinAmp skins from this site - allwinampskins.com - for my version 2.65 WinAmp. Hey, I still run version 5.5 something of AIM. I can't stand the graphics-intensive new-fangled stuff.

I'm thinking about getting my eyes lasiked. Y/N? Thoughts? Anyone? My sinuses are killing me.

Don't you hate it when your mind tricks you into thinking that there's a spider crawling up your leg?




So the other night I bought myself a plant at this really fancy shmancy store whose owners would've died or disinfected the place if they knew someone from where I live was in there. Seriously, they have little wooden chairs that cost over a thousand dollars. Anyway, when I went to check out, the guy at the register was like, "Ah, Strobilanthes. Do you know anything about them?" I had to admit that I'd never seen one before (but I'd read the tag and figured that I could handle it). The guy went on about their requirements while ringing up the purchase, and I had the distinct feeling that... well, he was disappointed to see the plant go. I tried to make a probably-not-too-reassuring joke about wishing that I'd paid more attention in botany class (which is true, seeing as my strongest memories of botany include the utter humiliation of breaking a dissecting 'scope, penis-mushrooms, and having lab cancelled one night due to Hurricane Floyd... ah, Hurricane Floyd...), but it fell flatter than flat as our customer/clerk exchange had come to an end. He wished me luck (sadly), and I thanked him before scurrying off feeling like I was sentencing a puppy to a slow, torturous end.

My mother was totally unsympathetic, as she often is about most everything that might set off my guilt-meter (whereas if she feels guilty about something, the angst in our house is never-ending until she comes to terms with it or makes herself forget about it). Besides, my mother might have been a botanist herself if she hadn't sold herself short and majored in art history.


Dammit, if that plant dies, I'll never hear the end of it.

At any rate, this is what it looks like - the Persian Shield. It's definitely a cool looking plant.


Mar. 7th, 2006 10:09 am

Spacecraft to Slam Into the Moon

"Scientists are plotting out a "crash course" in learning what happens when a European lunar probe slams into the Moon."

Um... what do you think will happen? It will hurtle toward the moon's surface and smash into bits after impact. And people spent money on this?

The name of the probe is "SMART-1". You know, just for added irony.


I've gotten an unexpected day off today. So, hmm. I'm at a loss as to what to do with my time. There are tons of things I can be doing - should be doing, as a matter of fact - but. Here I am. Quelle surprise, really.


I feel like sharing.

One of my all-time favorite albums is Cat Steven's Tea for the Tillerman. There's something about it - maybe because I grew up listening to it in the car on long trips as a child - that gives me warm fuzzies.

Here's Miles from Nowhere via Yousendit. It's an uplifting song, or so I've always thought. Anyway, the record is worth getting still, despite being from 1970 - ha!

Holy fark, it's thundering outside.

Mother Nature must've missed the memo that it's still January and winter. Oopsy.

Gah! And I have to be up in six hours, and I'm not in the least bit tired. Lord, I hate my job.

Giant Popsicle Melts, Floods New York Park

"The 25-foot-tall, 17 1/2-ton treat of frozen Snapple juice melted faster than expected Tuesday, flooding Union Square in downtown Manhattan with kiwi-strawberry-flavored fluid that sent pedestrians scurrying for higher ground."

This doesn't have anything to do with anything, but I'll tell you what.

Bobblehead dolls really creep me out.

That's all.

Holy mackerel. Fresh Prince is on Nick at Night now. I used to watch Green Acres and Mr. Ed on Nick at Night when I was a little kid. Coincidentally, those were the shows my parents used to watch when they were kids.

It's just one more example of how there are cycles in life! :^)

We had no telephone access for three days. No dial-tone. No internet. It was so eerily quiet. My brother and I were at a loss as to what to do with our time. He ended up picking up his guitar for the first time in months. I tried reading a book. Our lives had this inescapable, inexplicable void looming just beyond our consciousness. What was I supposed to be working on? Don't I usually do something right around now?What is my purpose in life?

Okay, so it wasn't that bad, and it was nice not having the phone ring with pre-recorded political advertisements every couple of hours. But not being able to call out was bizarre. It turned out that the phone line running into the house was damaged (and the telecom guy who came said that it was the original phone line that was installed in the house when it was built - fifty years ago. The lines and old phone box on the side of the house still read "Bell Telephone"). I figured that it was due to the guerilla squirrels that live in the barracks - er, tree - next door. They're vicious. :^P

And I had to add this story - A Malaysian woman has broken a world record by enduring 32 days enclosed in a glass box with 6,069 scorpions, suffering seven stings in the process, her sponsor claimed Tuesday - because, you know, spending one day in a box with a single scorpion just isn't enough these days.

Wherein I natter on about my new job... )

In other news, it's the last day of summer - hallelujah! I absolutely *love* fall - it's second only to spring in wonderful-ness.

And while I'm in a good mood, here's a cheerful "fuck you" to our country's commander-in-chief for this bit of news stating that "The Pentagon has begun tapping into its $25 billion emergency fund for the Iraq war to prepare for a major troop rotation and intense fighting this fall, administration officials said on Tuesday, despite the White House's initial insistence that it had enough money." By god, there are no words to explain how I despise that man.


Sep. 9th, 2004 08:33 pm

My brother informed me yesterday that if I were to move to South Dakota, he would never, ever come visit me.

"Why not?" I said. "What's wrong with South Dakota?"

"Nothing. Ask me anything you want about South Dakota, and I'll always reply 'nothing'. Because that's all there is there: nothing."

Bwah. I'm applying anyway. We can become pen-siblings or something. :^P

The moon this evening rose first red, then turned to orange, and finally to its normal yellow-white. It was really beautiful. I find it interesting, too, as this is the waning Corn Moon (though I've seen it referred to as other moon names), and corn can come in each of those colors, some good for eating and some...er, not.

Unlike tonight's moon, however, my Sea Monkeys never did change color from red to orange to pale yellow, as advertized. Granted, a few have grown larger than the ones I recollect having had as a child, so maybe not all is lost. One out of two claims may not be bad for a "product" based on the unpredictable-ness of aquatic invertebrate genetics (I'm making that up, of course; there may very well be someone out there who can predict the possible phenotypes inherent in so-called "hybrid" Sea Monkey offspring. What do I know?). And they are kind of cute, swimming in circles around the mason jar as if they had never visited that particular point along the perimeter several times that day already. Heck, if you're a Sea Monkey, I imagine that everything is New! and Different! and therefore Exciting! every second of your existence.

Which is probably a good thing, considering that they really don't live very long.

There may have been a point to this post at some time before I started typing which included the reasons for my not being around (and dealt with babysitting infant and three-year-old cousins, playing taxi service to my dear old uncle, and actually, gasp, going to work at the start of this oh-so-bright-and-shiny new school year), but, alas, I was distracted by the illusory color-changing antics of our natural satellite. Such is life, I suppose.

Why is it that I must have such a ridiculously low tolerance to drugs? One not-quite-full cup of coffe (hazelnut!) at eight o'clock and three and half hours later I'm still twitching like a victim of Tourette Syndrome. And my BRAIN won't SHUT UP. Argh. It doesn't help that my mother insists on playing Jefferson Airplane on repeat all night (White Rabbit over and over...).

I'm swearing off caffeine. Alcohol (except on holidays, maybe) was first, Percocet was second (nasty audio and visual hallucinations...blurgh), and now caffeine. Okay, no caffeine after three o'clock. I'm not in college anymore...there's no reason for me to stay up all night, especially after having been up since six-thirty and spent the day in Lancaster browsing country crafts with Mom only to be caught in the downpour of the century and getting soaked to the skin and laughing because, really, we knew it was bound to happen and giggling because we had to sit in the car for fifteen minutes with the heat blasting to feel human again while waiting for the rain to let up enough to find a place to get a sandwich before our stomachs ate our spines in retaliation.

Of course, the Chicago-LA Galaxy game is on at midnight, and now I'll have plenty of nervous energy to last me through til two tomorrow morning before I crash into a metabolized-stimulant headache-haze of misery.

Go Chicago, anyway.

I'm leaving this afternoon for that town made famous by groundhogs and their shadows (interestingly enough, the movie Groundhog Day with Bill Murray was not filmed in Punxsutawney, PA, but in some other state entirely. I think that the movie producers found the actual place to be too podunk for their aesthetic tastes). It is time to visit my dad's family, and this weekend is opportune in that it is my grandmother's 76th birthday... and my aunt's 96th birthday. Whoa! :^D My aunt is a remarkable woman, not the least of which is because she was born in 1908 and can tell us young'uns all about how things were "back in the day".

So, no internet until Monday... but two, six-hour car trips to get caught up on my summer reading. Nice. And the weather out there - high of 70F! Life is good.

Lastly, apparently, not all parasites are bad - wherein some parasitic birds benefit by sharing. Huh.


Aug. 3rd, 2004 11:54 pm

"Cocaine is God's way of saying you're making too much money." - Robin Williams

Curse you, strawberry licorice, for your addictiveness and soda-slurping fun factor. Between the artificial flavoring and the reminder that I am no longer twelve and able to handle such creative confectionary feats, I feel quite ill. Get thee back to the kitchen. :P

Ah, this was cute and fun to do.

My Inner Hero - Wizard!

I'm a Wizard!

There are many types of magic, but all require a sharp mind and a cool head. There is no puzzle I can't solve, no problem I can't think my way out of. When you feel confused or uncertain, you can always rely on me to untangle the knots and put everything back in order for you.

How about you? Click here to find your own inner hero.


It's been about seventeen years since I was into baseball; lately, I've really been looking forward to watching the Phillies games. It's all my brother's fault, naturally. :^) While we can be nostalgic about the days of Mike Schmidt and John Kruk (and I can dig out my 1987 Topps cards... which still faintly smell of gum), I have to admit that it's been fun catching up with today's players. Bell and Thome... Michaels and Abreu... etc., etc., ... it's been great.

My brother bought a new, unknown species of cichlid for his 55 gallon tank. I've taken to calling it Little Thome, given that it's most likely going to be huge when it grows up - much like the Red Devil cichlid that's in the tank already. Another thing I can blame my brother for - getting me into fish. I was quite happy with my betta fish, Dodger. Now I'd like to set up a little community tank...and I mean little. Knock his tank down by a factor of ten, and you've got the size fish tank that I own. Unfortunately, it's currently got a green severum cichlid quarantined in it (Severum was just too hostile to Little Thome, apparently, so he's in time-out until Little Thome grows a bit bigger). All I'd like are a few tetras and a snail. I've wanted a snail for a long time - no idea why, really. They're just kind of cute. :^D


In other sports-related news... the DC United vs Metrostars game was great fun to watch, despite the Metrostars being thoroughly trounced as they were. Whoa, hello, defense? Are you out there? Being that I didn't really have a team to cheer on, it was fun just to watch without being tied up in knots hoping for a particular side to win.

The best thing about today? Having 13 members of my extended family here to celebrate various birthdays and graduations, talk, eat, and watch the games. Nothing much beats throwing water balloons, running around the yard in the evening with jars to catch lightning bugs, and playing with sparklers.

Life is good. :^)


Jun. 10th, 2004 09:03 pm
Final countdown has begun:

1 more day of regular classes

5 days of final exams/grading - student half-days hallelujah

2 more teacher days

Last day of work: June 22nd

Then... uh. Crap. I really don't know yet... hopefully two weeks of vacation, culminating with a weekend trip back to Lancaster to visit the old haunts (and shop the Amish stores, omg). Then hopefully some tutoring for the summer while I get my resume sent around out West. Yes, West with a capital 'W'. If I wait much longer, I won't have the money to go. Had I known that student loans really do try to suck the life out of you... hokey toot.

So anyway, one may wonder how someone who makes $200/day can be so darn broke: TAXES

Coupled with the student loans and the little I'm saving for the car/rent/health insurance, I've got nothing. Uncle Sam is taking approx. $600 per paycheck.

When I move out West, I am so going to have to live off of my own garden and just buy food for the winter. Teachers get paid very little out there ($20K/year), so food is going to have to come from somewhere else.

Now I wish I liked more vegetables. Rats.

Alrighta - have to stop rambling.


Apr. 8th, 2004 09:44 pm
Yesterday I mentioned that Lake Superior is "really freaking cold" compared to a lake near us. The collective gasps must have been heard down the hall. "It's what?" "Did she just say 'freaking' cold?" "Haha, she said freaking."

Ah, eighth grade. And really, are the other teachers so uptight? Or am I just too casual around these guys? I seem to be a complete generation apart from much of the staff. Although to be fair, the students seem to be two whole generations ahead of me, and we're only ten years apart. At any rate, fun times. :^)

And, if nothing else, my students now know the difference between implosion and explosion. Science so beats out social studies class any day of the week. >:^D

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