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Burfdaaaah!!
if only valentine's day took place some other month...
It’s mah burfdah month! February is the best (after October for obvious reasons).
Plans for this month:
Go to cardio every Tuesday– It’s time to get fucking toned. I was feeling pretty great when I did cardio on a regular basis about a year ago. It’s time to get super sexy again.
Get blueberry pancakes– BLD has the best blueberry pancakes! If I can get the day off from Karate Job (they owe me!), it’s gonna happen.
Go ice skating!– I love ice skating, and I don’t have any friends who share this passion (Los Angeles doesn’t get much snow). Still, I’ll go alone if I have to!
Nap– I have trouble napping, but for one reason or another, I haven’t been able to sleep in for over a month. Yesterday, Boyfriend’s phone went off, and I was cranky all morning.
Read– I haven’t had much time to read on my Kindle (walks to and from work and the car don’t really count). Lovecraft awaits!
Take a shot of Patron– I don’t drink much at all, but am a fan of tequila. The Patron on the counter is calling to me. Limes, watch out; I’m coming for you.
Watch Call of Cthulhu– It’s a classic! I can’t believe I haven’t seen it. And now that I have the story, I’ll have to read it first!
Like ‘Planet of the Apes,’ but cuter
BWAHAHAHA
Gorillas kinda scare me. And fascinate me. I kinda want to be one. They’re crazy-strong and they have really neat faces that mostly resemble grumpy old people. What’s not to like?
Plus, they smile! Which indicates that humans aren’t the only animals who do that as a pure reaction to something making them happy (as opposed to a facial cue to send a message to the animals around them). How cool is that? Happy gorillas. Not just content because they just had a good mango, but honestly delighted to the point of not being able to control their facial expressions. Which is fantastic.
Rapidly falling in Lovecraft
creepy genius
I bought the entire collection of H. P. Lovecraft’s stories (for a dollar!) on my Kindle Touch, and… I’m in love. This man’s writing style is everything I crave when I pick up a book: damned souls pulled in by seductive haunts and eerie landscapes, written in the turn-of-the-century style that takes its time to set the mood and make me feel actual fear for the main characters. What was frightening in 1900 is frightening now. No hyper-clever plot twist needed, just a draining sense of safety. Like a shadow creeping with unnatural quickness, like the slow approach of distant drums, a cloak is cast over my shoulders as I read, bringing a chill draft and a musty scent of old lunacy.
I just can’t seem to get enough of it. His writing is more than descriptive, it’s airtight. I hope others in my generation will allow their curiosity to take hold, and take the time to read his stories (instead of just alluding to them endlessly).
One egg is un oeuf
Boyfriend drove two people to the airport this morning: his aunt (5am) and a friend of ours (8am). Before leaving for the 8am drive to LAX, he asked if I wanted an omelet. He made one with tomato and cheese, and left it in the microwave. I ate it and had to leave before he came back. What a sweetie.
pretty tasty
Adorable implosion
I can’t believe, given how long the internet has been around and the direction it’s taken, that a scale for measuring nothing but absurdity has yet to be created. You’re looking at a ‘painting’ of a Scottish Fold being adorned like a royal by fat little putti. It’s modern ridiculousness flawlessly folded into Renaissance portrait painting. Stuff like this is going to make the internet collapse inward on itself like a dying star.
MORE SALMON FOR HER MAJESTY
Radioactive isotopes aside, this might be fun
My Friday classes are pretty cool at Karate Job. The kids are all pretty excited that the week is over, and they behave like a class full of happy, dopey kids, which is always fun to teach.
it looks something like this
A couple weeks ago, they noticed I had my toenails painted. This is a new thing for me. I got a pedicure for the first time in mid-December, so I painted my nails again when it started to wear off. The kids could not stop staring at my toes while we were in our meditation circle, but they’re a really focused group, so I have the luxury to let them get a little distracted, then refocus them on the class without too much trouble.
I said they had done an excellent job in class so far, and if they kept it up, I would paint my toes any color they wanted.
One kid immediately shouted, “Green!” A chorus of, “Yeah, green!” started up, and I had no choice. Green it is.
“Ok,” I said, “light green or dark green?”
The response was instantaneous and unanimous, “Light green!”
I found some cheap metallic green polish at Target. I plan on putting it on Thursday night so I can put off making my toes look like they’re rotting away due to radioactive exposure for as long as possible. Who knows, I might love it. I’ll upload a photo of the damage when it’s done.
UPDATE
The deed is done.
equal parts horrifying and fun
Shinies
I pretty much caught Boyfriend looking at rings on his iPhone a few months ago.
He was showing me some random photos he had taken, and as I scrolled back, I found a few diamond rings. “That’s pretty…” I mumbled, vaguely.
“I was… looking for jewelry for my grandma. For Christmas.” A quick, if somewhat inept recovery.
“Ah, ok… Diamond rings?”
“Yeah…”
“I wanna help. Let’s look.”
“Ok.”
And that is the story of how I tricked Boyfriend into finding out what kind of engagement ring I would want. Naturally he prefers something with a more modern look. I prefer antique. We found some compromises. I’m leaning toward hexagonal settings.
He doesn’t want to get engaged until we’ve lived together, and know for a fact that we can stand that kind of lifestyle. It’s a good idea, but I don’t see that happening anytime in the next year or so. So I made him promise to stay with me forever. Now, when he’s being cute, I look and him and say, “No take-backs,” to remind him of his promise. He always smiles, laughs, and agrees, yes, no take-backs.
purty, but does it have to be a diamond?
Y’know what’s awesome? Star Trek: TNG.
pictured: my childhood heroes
I used to watch Star Trek: The Next Generation with my dad all the time growing up, especially if mom was out of town on business. He would make chicken adobo (his ‘signature dish’), and we would sit down on the floor of the TV room and watch TNG until homework or bedtime. It was the best.
Last month, I discovered a Twitter feed called TNG_S8 that tweets the plot summaries of the fictitiously “unaired” season 8 episodes of TNG. HILARIOUS.
This show is so awesome. They worked so hard to stay close to scientific fact, even when discussing stuff like black holes and warp speeds. It’s pretty impressive. I just love it. I can’t believe a show about space exploration and scientific discovery lasted a whole seven seasons in prime time. It warms the cockles of my heart.
I spent a good chunk of the winter break while I was sick lying on the couch watching the entire series on Netflix; time well spent.
Be Random, Be Clear 