Shataina (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} dragonladyflame) wrote,@ 2008-04-28 00:03:00 |
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wow, I haven't listened to Nine Inch Nails in ages
Sudden Poll! This reprises a meme that went around a few years ago:
Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want.
...
In a moment of madness the other night, I reviewed almost all my LiveJournal entries from my senior year at Simon's Rock. (Well, not exactly a moment of madness ... I was looking for this excellent Mad Libs entry, with which no drugs were involved.) I found some other classic entries that I'm really quite proud of, including:
* My assertion that Bernie, the dean of Simon's Rock, was a myth. He resigned soon after I posted that entry -- coincidence? I think not!
* My account of the best your mom joke ever, a practical joke that I very nearly played on Jake. Skip past the request for creativity to read it. I actually have no idea what happened to those panties; I just hope my dad doesn't like, find them in my room at his apartment ... well, actually, I think he'd just be amused.
* The first entry where I asked everyone to comment with a memory of me.
* My final Simon's Rock nostalgia entry. Aww.
* Special bonus: ethical conundrum of food colouring, from August post-graduation.
The best link I posted all year was probably Myths Over Miami:
Captured on South Beach, Satan later escaped. His demons and the horrible Bloody Mary are now killing people. God has fled. Avenging angels hide out in the Everglades. And other tales from children in Dade's homeless shelters.
I also discovered the following charming note ... Lydia of 2003-04 stated offhandedly:
I have this bizarre guilt sort of thing for not being all perverted. I mean, I'm really not even slightly perverted. It doesn't seem realistic. Shouldn't I be at least a little perverted? Oh well, I'm probably in denial and my capacity for perversion probably surpasses all, mwa ha ha ha.
Side memories:
* I learned today in Ethics of Warfare that nerve gas smells like Juicy Fruit.
* My entire year's priorities were a three-way tie among thesis, gaming and Dustin. Well, it should be a two-way tie -- thesis and gamingDustin.
* Student Life was sure I must have a drug problem because every time they came by, I was asleep (my normal sleep schedule usually involved staying up until at least 5AM) and "seemed confused and dazed all the time". This is especially entertaining because I did fewer drugs than anyone else who lived in my residence hall.
... But the best part may have been the many, many quotations I recorded from my friends.
AlmightyAnus: i mean, honestly, how can someone be that moronic and not manage to kill themselves trying to operate a toilet?
AlmightyAnus: the only problem with people like that is that the bodies don't disappear when you slay them
MsFireCat: oh hey, one of my mom's coworkers saw a photo of me the other day and apparently said, "she has blowjob lips."
God of Archery: [away message] computer in use. but not by me. say hi to my parents!!
MsFireCat: You're just saying that to freak me out.
MsFireCat: Does your mom know what they're saying about her on streetcorners, Adam?
MsFireCat: If she's really on the computer I hope she sees this. it would be funny.
MsFireCat: HEY ADAM'S MOM!!... I did you last night!!!
(extremely long pause)
God of Archery: lydia, thank you. you made my night wonderful.
God of Archery: that was absolutely perfect.
God of Archery: teach you to IM people without reading away messages first
MsFireCat: I'm on AOL, I can't
MsFireCat: I have to IM to get the away message
MsFireCat: I don't care, your mom can hate me permanently, what happened though?
God of Archery: nothing much...she wasn't at the omputer.
God of Archery: but i just laughed myself to a hemmhorage a second ago
Me: Do you have a ruler, Ed?
Ed: No. I find that a good deal of my oblong objects end up getting lost at your mom's house.
Nathaniel: If you snap, and go after some obnoxious, clueless, bitchy, printer-hogging non-senior with an icepick, I'll post bail. Well, okay. I'll print out *my* 270+ page thesis using the newly vacant and slightly bloodstained terminal, *then* post bail. (He and I had a thesis length contest.)
iamsimplyme2001: okay singing nekkid in the rain is not a hobby, though it is a good way to spend your time
MsFireCat: :laugh: man, I haven't done that in soo long
iamsimplyme2001: wow, must be a drought
Sam Ruhmkorff, philosophy professor: (tells us all about his new habit of playing cricket)
Adlai L.: What's the philosophical justification or argument for taking to a game at which you suck?
Sam: Any question with a necessarily false presupposition cannot be legitimately answered in any possible world.
MsFireCat (4:12 AM): my reading comprehension skills have begun to blow (due to the insanity of senior year)
sensorysensation (4:12 AM): oh man, my reading comprehension skills have just gotten fucked up
sensorysensation (4:12 AM): like... Foucault is mad easy
sensorysensation (4:13 AM): but I'm pretty sure if I tried to read a novel
sensorysensation (4:13 AM): I'd explode
Delea: they probably encode lessons in their DNA
Delea: snakes do that
Delea: playing dead is a hereditary trait
MsFireCat: dude
MsFireCat: that's awesome
MsFireCat: so we could encode snake dna in people and make them play dead?
Delea: We'd have to infect everyone with the playing dead virus
MsFireCat: it'd be like "28 Days Later", only mad boring
Delea: zombies would approach, but if you threatened to attack, they'd just fall down
Rebecca: You're like the Pope.
Lydia: What?
Rebecca: Why do people always look confused when I say that?
Mad MacRae (6:19 AM): I noticed the earlier your mom joke but I was startled
MsFireCat (6:19 AM): startled?
Mad MacRae (6:20 AM): It was like watching C-Span and having someone suddenly whip their dick out and slap someone with it and go, "I RESPECTFULLY DISAGREE!"
Mad MacRae (6:20 AM): Startling!
(later)
Mad MacRae (6:26 AM): Your mother is such a Kantian that when she sits around the house she needs to consider the ramifications of everyone in the world sitting around the house and whether or not it would be reasonable
Squiberis (5:26 AM): There are strange sounds coming from the other room...
MsFireCat (5:27 AM): Describe them. 15 words or less
Squiberis (5:28 AM): It's like a rat pretending to be a dryer.
I adopted a cute lil' pikachu fetus from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
Lorien Feanturi: i...
Lorien Feanturi: the fetussy thing
MsFireCat: Shocked?
Lorien Feanturi: i hope you have horrible nightmares of big scissors and a llama suspended above your bed
MsFireCat: the llama of damocles?
Well. There you have it, gentlemen. I wonder if any of the people quoted above will see this entry.
...
Texas Polygamist Wives Calendar
Like it says on the tin.
frommiketodd13.
Apparently Katherine Hepburn was incredibly awesome.
"If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married."
"It would be a terrific innovation if you could get your mind to stretch a little further than the next wisecrack."
"I don't care what is written about me so long as it isn't true."
Baen Free Library
Baen Books is now making available — for free — a number of its titles in electronic format. We're calling it the Baen Free Library. Anyone who wishes can read these titles online — no conditions, no strings attached. (Later we may ask for an extremely simple, name & email only, registration. ) Or, if you prefer, you can download the books in one of several formats. Again, with no conditions or strings attached. (URLs to sites which offer the readers for these format are also listed.)
fromfoolinchrist.
Vladimir Putin Too Sexy for His Kremlin, Eyes Bid for Catwalk
In a rare exhibition of hotness, Russian President Vladimir Putin posed shirtless while vacationing with Prince Albert II of Monaco in the Siberian Mountains. The hunky former KGB heavyweight thrilled an adoring Russian public with his ripped chest, toned arms, and pert breasts.
Initially feigning indifference to the attending press, President Putin then smirked while tearing a Moscow phone directory in half with his bare hands, used a classic judo hip-throw on a Black bear, and then clenched a strap in his teeth to pull a Lada sedan across a creek.
The Metropolitan used to have a fashion blog!
Apparently it's closed now, but their archives are awesome. They always did have crazy awesome old fashion exhibits.
fromdvitol, I think.
Nostalgia Digest: the Glory Days of Old Radio
They've got some supercool stuff in the archives.
Sudden Poll! This reprises a meme that went around a few years ago:
Post a memory of me in the comments. It can be anything you want.
...
In a moment of madness the other night, I reviewed almost all my LiveJournal entries from my senior year at Simon's Rock. (Well, not exactly a moment of madness ... I was looking for this excellent Mad Libs entry, with which no drugs were involved.) I found some other classic entries that I'm really quite proud of, including:
* My assertion that Bernie, the dean of Simon's Rock, was a myth. He resigned soon after I posted that entry -- coincidence? I think not!
* My account of the best your mom joke ever, a practical joke that I very nearly played on Jake. Skip past the request for creativity to read it. I actually have no idea what happened to those panties; I just hope my dad doesn't like, find them in my room at his apartment ... well, actually, I think he'd just be amused.
* The first entry where I asked everyone to comment with a memory of me.
* My final Simon's Rock nostalgia entry. Aww.
* Special bonus: ethical conundrum of food colouring, from August post-graduation.
The best link I posted all year was probably Myths Over Miami:
Captured on South Beach, Satan later escaped. His demons and the horrible Bloody Mary are now killing people. God has fled. Avenging angels hide out in the Everglades. And other tales from children in Dade's homeless shelters.
I also discovered the following charming note ... Lydia of 2003-04 stated offhandedly:
I have this bizarre guilt sort of thing for not being all perverted. I mean, I'm really not even slightly perverted. It doesn't seem realistic. Shouldn't I be at least a little perverted? Oh well, I'm probably in denial and my capacity for perversion probably surpasses all, mwa ha ha ha.
Side memories:
* I learned today in Ethics of Warfare that nerve gas smells like Juicy Fruit.
* My entire year's priorities were a three-way tie among thesis, gaming and Dustin. Well, it should be a two-way tie -- thesis and gamingDustin.
* Student Life was sure I must have a drug problem because every time they came by, I was asleep (my normal sleep schedule usually involved staying up until at least 5AM) and "seemed confused and dazed all the time". This is especially entertaining because I did fewer drugs than anyone else who lived in my residence hall.
... But the best part may have been the many, many quotations I recorded from my friends.
AlmightyAnus: i mean, honestly, how can someone be that moronic and not manage to kill themselves trying to operate a toilet?
AlmightyAnus: the only problem with people like that is that the bodies don't disappear when you slay them
MsFireCat: oh hey, one of my mom's coworkers saw a photo of me the other day and apparently said, "she has blowjob lips."
God of Archery: [away message] computer in use. but not by me. say hi to my parents!!
MsFireCat: You're just saying that to freak me out.
MsFireCat: Does your mom know what they're saying about her on streetcorners, Adam?
MsFireCat: If she's really on the computer I hope she sees this. it would be funny.
MsFireCat: HEY ADAM'S MOM!!... I did you last night!!!
(extremely long pause)
God of Archery: lydia, thank you. you made my night wonderful.
God of Archery: that was absolutely perfect.
God of Archery: teach you to IM people without reading away messages first
MsFireCat: I'm on AOL, I can't
MsFireCat: I have to IM to get the away message
MsFireCat: I don't care, your mom can hate me permanently, what happened though?
God of Archery: nothing much...she wasn't at the omputer.
God of Archery: but i just laughed myself to a hemmhorage a second ago
Me: Do you have a ruler, Ed?
Ed: No. I find that a good deal of my oblong objects end up getting lost at your mom's house.
Nathaniel: If you snap, and go after some obnoxious, clueless, bitchy, printer-hogging non-senior with an icepick, I'll post bail. Well, okay. I'll print out *my* 270+ page thesis using the newly vacant and slightly bloodstained terminal, *then* post bail. (He and I had a thesis length contest.)
iamsimplyme2001: okay singing nekkid in the rain is not a hobby, though it is a good way to spend your time
MsFireCat: :laugh: man, I haven't done that in soo long
iamsimplyme2001: wow, must be a drought
Sam Ruhmkorff, philosophy professor: (tells us all about his new habit of playing cricket)
Adlai L.: What's the philosophical justification or argument for taking to a game at which you suck?
Sam: Any question with a necessarily false presupposition cannot be legitimately answered in any possible world.
MsFireCat (4:12 AM): my reading comprehension skills have begun to blow (due to the insanity of senior year)
sensorysensation (4:12 AM): oh man, my reading comprehension skills have just gotten fucked up
sensorysensation (4:12 AM): like... Foucault is mad easy
sensorysensation (4:13 AM): but I'm pretty sure if I tried to read a novel
sensorysensation (4:13 AM): I'd explode
Delea: they probably encode lessons in their DNA
Delea: snakes do that
Delea: playing dead is a hereditary trait
MsFireCat: dude
MsFireCat: that's awesome
MsFireCat: so we could encode snake dna in people and make them play dead?
Delea: We'd have to infect everyone with the playing dead virus
MsFireCat: it'd be like "28 Days Later", only mad boring
Delea: zombies would approach, but if you threatened to attack, they'd just fall down
Rebecca: You're like the Pope.
Lydia: What?
Rebecca: Why do people always look confused when I say that?
Mad MacRae (6:19 AM): I noticed the earlier your mom joke but I was startled
MsFireCat (6:19 AM): startled?
Mad MacRae (6:20 AM): It was like watching C-Span and having someone suddenly whip their dick out and slap someone with it and go, "I RESPECTFULLY DISAGREE!"
Mad MacRae (6:20 AM): Startling!
(later)
Mad MacRae (6:26 AM): Your mother is such a Kantian that when she sits around the house she needs to consider the ramifications of everyone in the world sitting around the house and whether or not it would be reasonable
Squiberis (5:26 AM): There are strange sounds coming from the other room...
MsFireCat (5:27 AM): Describe them. 15 words or less
Squiberis (5:28 AM): It's like a rat pretending to be a dryer.
I adopted a cute lil' pikachu fetus from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!
Lorien Feanturi: i...
Lorien Feanturi: the fetussy thing
MsFireCat: Shocked?
Lorien Feanturi: i hope you have horrible nightmares of big scissors and a llama suspended above your bed
MsFireCat: the llama of damocles?
Well. There you have it, gentlemen. I wonder if any of the people quoted above will see this entry.
...
Texas Polygamist Wives Calendar
Like it says on the tin.
from
miketodd13.Apparently Katherine Hepburn was incredibly awesome.
"If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married."
"It would be a terrific innovation if you could get your mind to stretch a little further than the next wisecrack."
"I don't care what is written about me so long as it isn't true."
Baen Free Library
Baen Books is now making available — for free — a number of its titles in electronic format. We're calling it the Baen Free Library. Anyone who wishes can read these titles online — no conditions, no strings attached. (Later we may ask for an extremely simple, name & email only, registration. ) Or, if you prefer, you can download the books in one of several formats. Again, with no conditions or strings attached. (URLs to sites which offer the readers for these format are also listed.)
from
foolinchrist.Vladimir Putin Too Sexy for His Kremlin, Eyes Bid for Catwalk
In a rare exhibition of hotness, Russian President Vladimir Putin posed shirtless while vacationing with Prince Albert II of Monaco in the Siberian Mountains. The hunky former KGB heavyweight thrilled an adoring Russian public with his ripped chest, toned arms, and pert breasts.
Initially feigning indifference to the attending press, President Putin then smirked while tearing a Moscow phone directory in half with his bare hands, used a classic judo hip-throw on a Black bear, and then clenched a strap in his teeth to pull a Lada sedan across a creek.
The Metropolitan used to have a fashion blog!
Apparently it's closed now, but their archives are awesome. They always did have crazy awesome old fashion exhibits.
from
dvitol, I think.Nostalgia Digest: the Glory Days of Old Radio
They've got some supercool stuff in the archives.
