#whatshouldwecallme is hilarious. I’m dying. I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard. My tummy hurts, I can hardly breathe. After five pages of ridiculous animated gifs, this is the one that set me off.
There’s another that says, “How I feel when I get dressed to go out.” The tomboy in me cringes and smiles. It’s so true.
hey look, it’s me, wow, awkward
i’m flexing, therefore my pants are pink IRONICALLY
I saw this ad for colorful pants the other day, and a little barking laugh escaped my lips. Bonobo may be a brand of men’s blinding pants, but it was the name of a type of chimp first, a chimp known for its seemingly human sexual practices.
Bonobos are hilarious. They have matriarchal societies where French kissing, oral sex, and homosexual sexual practices (among the males, and females) are common. They seem to use sex to relax the group. After a fight: sexytime. When they get excited about a particularly plentiful patch of food: sexytime. A new female wants to join the group: lesbian sexytime. It’s pretty great. I wonder what the discussion was like when deciding on the name of these very colorful pants for men.
“Let’s name these absurd-looking pants after a matriarchal, hyper-sexual chimpanzee.”
“…Sure, fine, whatever, I’m missing Diablo III.”
stay in school, kids
I just got back from a bar with friends. I’m not a big drinker, and I’m a total lightweight (the two are related), so after one beer I’m pretty much done with drinking, and the rest of the night is spent socializing and sobering up, which is actually pretty fun.
Tonight we went to a bar that has a large outdoor area in the back. They have turtle races, beer pong, and a beanbag toss. I think tossing a beanbag into a hole twenty feet away is pointless and stupid, so I picked up three of them and started juggling instead. Boardgame Friend came over and joined me (he can juggle too), and we decided to challenge ourselves. He tossed me one while I waited with one in each hand, then used that one to start the rhythm. Then I’d throw him one and he would start juggling with that one. It’s actually pretty challenging, especially buzzed. But we spent a solid hour or more on this little venture, on and off, throughout the night. It was actually really fun, I almost worked up a sweat (we both spent a good amount of time chasing after wildly thrown beanbags).
Now we have to get some of our own so we can practice and get good at this! I’ll have to find a toy store or something where I can get them for cheap.
The proper response: “Make it so.” Obviously. I hope Boyfriend does something like this if/when he proposes. And he will, assuming he knows me at all.
only a filthy Ferengi says no to Picard
I pulled over to check out an estate sale the other day, and bought a few things for super cheap: a solid pewter stein for my Renaissance Faire costume, a few pieces of silver, and an old book. The book had an ownership label on the inside cover with a Latin phrase on it. Turns out this book once belonged to Basil Gordon of Clan Gordon, the second oldest clan in Scotland.
So I found them online and emailed them about the book, offering to bring it with me on my travels to Edinburgh, and maybe pass it off to them there. I heard back promptly (they have no interest in the book), but the member of the clan I’m in contact with (Kevin Gordon) was very nice, and said he was here in the states. I wonder where he is…
I went back and got a little silver baby cup for my mom (she collects them), and some more old books, one of which has a copy on Ebay for $125.
I love old books. As a kid, when I couldn’t sleep at night, I would get up and set next to the bookshelf in the computer room, and just pore through the old books my folks had. Their age, the way they smelled, the strange little stories they told were so soothing.
I feel like this sometimes.
There’s some strange force field covering the concept of religion that does not extend to people, which is insane. If we treated people as well as we are forced to treat religion, we would all be eligible for sainthood. Talking plainly about religion as a theory is considered offensive by most religious people, which means a calm, logical conversation with religious people about religion is impossible.
Our court system is something I bring up whenever attempting to have a conversation like that. I don’t understand how we can all agree to use a court system that relies upon scientifically substantiated evidence to determine guilt or innocence, while at the same time refusing to believe that science is a reliable resource for producing plausible theories for the origin of our universe, our planet, our humanity. Everyone agrees that forensic evidence is admissible, while visions from god are not. I can’t imagine the family of a murder victim choosing to allow the murderer to be judged by god instead of by a jury of his peers.
Kids dressing like superheroes is adorable and fantastic. No wonder there’s a website dedicated to them.
I don’t think I dressed up like a superhero, but I ran countless scenarios in my head about how I could save the day, and the superpowers I would use to do so. I was amazing. There were lots of cheesy one-liners and awesome poses, after which I would disappear while the adoring public wondered where I was, and reporters wrote articles giving me cool nicknames.
Not sure why I’m writing in the past tense.
by Kono Bairei
The art of the Japanese woodblock print is a fantastic demonstration of how, with very limited means, humans make spectacularly beautiful art. Woodblock prints are some of the most delicate, intricate works produced from Japan. They’re just gorgeous. Hokusai’s Great Wave of Kanagawa is probably the most famous, and it’s not hard to see why. [Then there's the erotic woodblock print genre, which is pretty hilarious, and occasionally horrifying, but I digress]
I found today a series of classic video game characters (Samus, Megaman, Link) illustrated in the style of traditional Japanese woodblock prints. They’re so silly and cool. Nerds are the best. Japan is the best. I love you, Japan.
I remember playing through the first few hours of Metroid Prime (which I need to replay, what a great game) before Diminutive Roommate told me that Samus was female. I’ve played so many male characters, I was super excited to play a lady. I became attached to the game, fond of it even. It’s an old friend who made me die a lot, and freaked me out with space pirates. Good times.
Yesterday was Sister’s graduation party, and today she graduated from law school. We’re all so proud of her, and it’s pretty amazing she did so well considering that law school is hell, plus she hates reading and writing, and that’s all there is in law school. The party was fun, lots of old family friends whom we haven’t seen in a long while. They all came in just to congratulate our family on Sister’s success. So sweet.
Boyfriend couldn’t make it (again); he left for a job in Spain, which will allow him to be around for my trip to Ireland and Scotland. It was a pretty heart-wrenching parting. I always cry a little when he leaves for a work trip, but this time was tough. Recently we’ve been talking about how happy we are together. Boyfriend said he’s more in love with me than ever. We were sitting on the bed between his preparations for his trip, just chatting, and it struck me how lonely I’ll be without him. My face must have crumpled like a piece of paper, and I couldn’t hold it in. Boyfriend did what he always does: he said, “Don’t cry, girlfriend! Soon we’ll be in Dublin together and everything’ll be great!” He started listing all the fun stuff we’ll do abroad, but it didn’t seem to help. I love him so much. He’s my best friend. I still look forward to seeing him every day, even after more than four years. I’m proud of him for getting so much work recently, and excited that it’s allowing him to go abroad, but I miss him something fierce every time.
He said that if I cried, he would cry, and after a while, he did (a little). At the very least it’s nice to know that he misses me as much as I miss him.
At the graduation party last night, I was sitting and chatting with my cousins, and I randomly thought about how nice it would be to see Boyfriend later that night. Then I remembered that he was probably already on the plane, and I cried a little (again). I can’t remember being so effected by one of his trips since the first one. I should be excited to see him in Dublin, but I’m so lonely without him.
He said that we wouldn’t be apart very long, not even for as long as the trips he usually takes to visit his family on the east coast. He said the distance didn’t matter. I corrected him; it does matter, and he’s so far away.
I haven’t had time to write recently. Planning this trip to Ireland (and Scotland) has been eating up all my spare time. I’m leaving May 31st, and returning June 13th. I have to be ready for school (which starts on the 18th) by the time I get back, but I’m not sure if I’m eligible for the tuition breaks I thought I’d get when I applied for the graduate program. I still need the reading materials, and I need to finish the online orientation.
I’ve been reading Rick Steve’s guidebooks about Ireland and Scotland, and I’m totally wiped out on research mode. I’ll be spending five days in Dublin, three days in Edinburgh, three days on Oban, and one day in Ayr near Irvine with a friend I made during my time in Romania. Then it’s one night near the Dublin airport somewhere so I can leave around 11am the next day.
Boyfriend will be in that part of the world on work, so he’ll be with me in Dublin and Edinburgh, then I’m on my own. I’m excited to spend time in the Highlands. I’m staying in a bed and breakfast in the little coastal town of Oban. Apparently they make great whisky (one B&B I found offered a shot of whiskey every evening upon returning to retire). I’ll day-trip out to the Isle of Mull, then to Iona. I can’t wait to relax among some beautiful scenery. Also, horseback riding! I’m excited about doing this stuff on my own; taking it slow after spending the majority of the trip in cities (with Boyfriend). I’m really looking forward to spending time abroad with Boyfriend. We’re going to have so much fun.
Meanwhile, my room is a disaster area, I’m nervous about starting school again (plus the online aspect of it), I haven’t traveled in a long time so I’m worried about keeping my itinerary straight… frankly I’m a little overwhelmed. I just keep reminding myself that everything loading me down is stuff I’m also excited about. I guess that’s a sign that I’m pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I wonder if this is what progress feels like.
It kinda sucks. hahaha
