There’s really nothing more to this entry. In the Tate Modern, there are SLIDES and you can SLIDE down them from one floor to the next. You don’t have to take the stairs! YOU CAN SLIDE!
Also, there was this painter whose stuff I really really liked, and I meant to remember his name so I could get a print of one of his paintings for my house someday, and now I’ve lost it. It was something very silly and the first name was Cy. It was like, Cy Wombly. Cy Swommelly. Something silly. Anyone have any idea who this might be?
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Bringing Simone back my ass
For those of you who watch Heroes but haven’t seen the most recent episodes, or might someday want to watch Heroes, don’t read this.
Why is Simone coming back? That preview better have been a dream sequence, because otherwise this is just completely unacceptable. My most favorite character died, and if anyone is going to come back, it has to be Eden. For a couple of reasons. One, she is really cute. Two, she and Mohinder had a Thing, and furthermore if she were still around she could tell him not to hang out with the obviously creepy Sylar because he is OBVIOUSLY VERY CREEPY. Three, she has by far the best power of any of the heroes.
You know what her power is? She can tell people what to think!
LIKE ME.
Only when she does it they actually think it.
See, this would be a really good power for me to have, because I’m terribly ethical and I would only use it for good. Like nuclear disarmament. I would toddle over to Iran and be all, You really want to disarm; and then I would toddle back to the US and go see Bush and be all, You really want to disarm too; and I would keep this up and after a while, we wouldn’t have any more nuclear weapons whatsoever. None, zero! No nuclear weapons! Wouldn’t the world be better then?
So if somebody has super-awesome resurrection powers, they should go find the obviously superior Eden and resurrect HER.
Why is Simone coming back? That preview better have been a dream sequence, because otherwise this is just completely unacceptable. My most favorite character died, and if anyone is going to come back, it has to be Eden. For a couple of reasons. One, she is really cute. Two, she and Mohinder had a Thing, and furthermore if she were still around she could tell him not to hang out with the obviously creepy Sylar because he is OBVIOUSLY VERY CREEPY. Three, she has by far the best power of any of the heroes.
You know what her power is? She can tell people what to think!
LIKE ME.
Only when she does it they actually think it.
See, this would be a really good power for me to have, because I’m terribly ethical and I would only use it for good. Like nuclear disarmament. I would toddle over to Iran and be all, You really want to disarm; and then I would toddle back to the US and go see Bush and be all, You really want to disarm too; and I would keep this up and after a while, we wouldn’t have any more nuclear weapons whatsoever. None, zero! No nuclear weapons! Wouldn’t the world be better then?
So if somebody has super-awesome resurrection powers, they should go find the obviously superior Eden and resurrect HER.
Monday, February 26, 2007
*squeaks*
So Elizabeth Peters’ website says that she is working on a new book with Vicky Bliss in it!
*happy dance*
Because I no longer care about Ramses and Nefret because Nefret has become SO DAMN BORING. She used to be all edgy and cool, and she would go off and do daring things and laugh in the face of danger and whatnot, and now she’s like, omg my children oh dearie me I must mind my darling little tots. Leave your darling little tots in England, WOMAN, and go do daring things in Egypt! And that goes for Ramses too. I am tired of you freaking out and dashing into the twins’ bedroom every time a dog barks or whatever. Furthermore it is my considered opinion that the series was over at the end of Children of the Storm when the twins started talking. There was circularity, and I appreciated that.
So I’m definitely ready for more darling John Tregarth with whom I am deeply in love. (I’m in love with Ramses too but he’s got children now and it wouldn’t be right.) No release date yet…but I am very excited anyway!
*happy dance*
Because I no longer care about Ramses and Nefret because Nefret has become SO DAMN BORING. She used to be all edgy and cool, and she would go off and do daring things and laugh in the face of danger and whatnot, and now she’s like, omg my children oh dearie me I must mind my darling little tots. Leave your darling little tots in England, WOMAN, and go do daring things in Egypt! And that goes for Ramses too. I am tired of you freaking out and dashing into the twins’ bedroom every time a dog barks or whatever. Furthermore it is my considered opinion that the series was over at the end of Children of the Storm when the twins started talking. There was circularity, and I appreciated that.
So I’m definitely ready for more darling John Tregarth with whom I am deeply in love. (I’m in love with Ramses too but he’s got children now and it wouldn’t be right.) No release date yet…but I am very excited anyway!
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Sundries
1. I just watched the very last episode of Sex and the City. I have now seen every episode of Sex and the City. All four women very satisfactorily settled except for Carrie, of whose relationship with that big pooface I shall never approve (and I didn’t like the Russian either; in fact the only guy I liked that she dated was Aidan, and he wasn’t even that great because he talked all the time).
2. I went to Tesco’s today and used my recyclable bags, and when the check-out guy asked for my Club Card and I said I hadn’t got one, he said, So you’re just an environmental warrior? No, I am not. I just like sturdy bags with thick handles for carrying heavy groceries.
3. My flatmate Sarah and I went to London, and the Theatre Museum, which we really wanted to see, was closed. We dragged ourselves all the way to Covent Garden — which, please appreciate, was a long way away on the Tube and it is Fashion Week in London so the Tube was very very crowded, and additionally it took us nearly three hours to get to London, one of which was spent on the most rattly bus ever (so rattly it made me carsick, and I am never carsick) — and searched it out by following the signs, and it was closed for renovation or some crap like that. POOH.
4. There were also these two guys on the Tube, one of whom was a youngish guy with dreadlocks, and the other a middle-aged guy with white hair, who started singing “If You’re Happy and You Know It” on the Tube ride. They chose to do the clapping verse, which I think was a mistake on a train where you will fall over and squash a child if you’re not using one of your hands to hold on.
5. I realized the other day that I have to write 18,000 more words before I can return to my university in America, land of one essay per class and lots of grades to save you from failing. 18,000. I have six 3000-word essays to write, two by March and four by April. That’s not even counting the amount of words I shall have to write on my essay exams for all of my classes. The English education system does not love to save the rainforests.
6. The Oscars are on tonight and I’m missing them. Plus I’ve been so busy writing my essays that I haven’t had time to review any Oscar-nominated flims. (If anyone’s holding their breath for The Last King of Scotland, you can just stop it. I’m not watching that. Forest Whitaker frightened me in the previews.)
7. I just looked up Forest Whitaker on Wikipedia to see whether he spelled his name with one R or two (I had it right), and I found out the following information. He has four children whose names are (I’m so not kidding) Sonnet, True, Ocean, and Autumn. Ten points for anybody who can guess which of those are boys and which are girls without looking it up. He has a black belt in karate and is a vegetarian and supports PETA.
8. I cannot stand PETA. They are obnoxious extremists.
2. I went to Tesco’s today and used my recyclable bags, and when the check-out guy asked for my Club Card and I said I hadn’t got one, he said, So you’re just an environmental warrior? No, I am not. I just like sturdy bags with thick handles for carrying heavy groceries.
3. My flatmate Sarah and I went to London, and the Theatre Museum, which we really wanted to see, was closed. We dragged ourselves all the way to Covent Garden — which, please appreciate, was a long way away on the Tube and it is Fashion Week in London so the Tube was very very crowded, and additionally it took us nearly three hours to get to London, one of which was spent on the most rattly bus ever (so rattly it made me carsick, and I am never carsick) — and searched it out by following the signs, and it was closed for renovation or some crap like that. POOH.
4. There were also these two guys on the Tube, one of whom was a youngish guy with dreadlocks, and the other a middle-aged guy with white hair, who started singing “If You’re Happy and You Know It” on the Tube ride. They chose to do the clapping verse, which I think was a mistake on a train where you will fall over and squash a child if you’re not using one of your hands to hold on.
5. I realized the other day that I have to write 18,000 more words before I can return to my university in America, land of one essay per class and lots of grades to save you from failing. 18,000. I have six 3000-word essays to write, two by March and four by April. That’s not even counting the amount of words I shall have to write on my essay exams for all of my classes. The English education system does not love to save the rainforests.
6. The Oscars are on tonight and I’m missing them. Plus I’ve been so busy writing my essays that I haven’t had time to review any Oscar-nominated flims. (If anyone’s holding their breath for The Last King of Scotland, you can just stop it. I’m not watching that. Forest Whitaker frightened me in the previews.)
7. I just looked up Forest Whitaker on Wikipedia to see whether he spelled his name with one R or two (I had it right), and I found out the following information. He has four children whose names are (I’m so not kidding) Sonnet, True, Ocean, and Autumn. Ten points for anybody who can guess which of those are boys and which are girls without looking it up. He has a black belt in karate and is a vegetarian and supports PETA.
8. I cannot stand PETA. They are obnoxious extremists.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Yeah, my hopes aren’t up AT ALL
So fabulous Raksha just messaged me to say could she come visit me in England in May and I was all HELL YEAH and then she was like, Well, only maybe, and I told her I wasn’t going to get my hopes up because then they’d be crushed and destroyed if she couldn’t come.
This goes along with the reason I haven’t posted in my blog very much lately. It is because my soul is gradually being squelched out of existence by the sheer amount of words I have to write. I had to do 1500 words of research proposal and 3000 words of Early Modern Culture essay for this week, and in two weeks I have 6000 more words of essays to write (two essays), and I also have to do research for them, and the library here (I’m sorry, Albert Sloman! I know you are doing your best to be a stellar library!) is not very good AT ALL, so it is extremely hard to find any secondary sources whatsoever.
Anyway, so there is no joy in my life until after these essays are handed in, and they are so time-consuming and life-consuming that I never have time to write in my blog, and even if I did nothing exciting happens to me because I’m so busy writing essays. So I got back from my sociology class today and Raksha had left me a message saying she might come visit me in England in May if that was okay and now I’m like bouncing up and down in my chair and making a list of foods I can buy that she can eat and exciting places to take her and if anyone else were around right now I’d be going RAKSHA IS COMING TO VISIT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! until their eardrums exploded.
(So it’s probably best no one’s around.)
Internet: RAKSHA IS COMING TO VISIT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*does happy dance*
This goes along with the reason I haven’t posted in my blog very much lately. It is because my soul is gradually being squelched out of existence by the sheer amount of words I have to write. I had to do 1500 words of research proposal and 3000 words of Early Modern Culture essay for this week, and in two weeks I have 6000 more words of essays to write (two essays), and I also have to do research for them, and the library here (I’m sorry, Albert Sloman! I know you are doing your best to be a stellar library!) is not very good AT ALL, so it is extremely hard to find any secondary sources whatsoever.
Anyway, so there is no joy in my life until after these essays are handed in, and they are so time-consuming and life-consuming that I never have time to write in my blog, and even if I did nothing exciting happens to me because I’m so busy writing essays. So I got back from my sociology class today and Raksha had left me a message saying she might come visit me in England in May if that was okay and now I’m like bouncing up and down in my chair and making a list of foods I can buy that she can eat and exciting places to take her and if anyone else were around right now I’d be going RAKSHA IS COMING TO VISIT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! until their eardrums exploded.
(So it’s probably best no one’s around.)
Internet: RAKSHA IS COMING TO VISIT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
*does happy dance*
Monday, February 19, 2007
What? No! But your pretty hands, dude! WE WATCHED YOUR HANDS AT THE OSCARS!
Dominic Monaghan likes to dress like a girl! (P.S. I’m sorry for linking you to such a trashy website.)
It is totally unacceptable for me to find out at this late date. I was going to marry Dominic Monaghan. He can do surprisingly accurate imitations of people, and he has nice hands, and he has nice hands! And although I am all in favor of guys wearing whatever they want and doing their thing and whatnot, I can’t marry someone who has nicer skirts than I have! Or better manicured and more evenly painted fingernails! I — I just — I don’t — this news has reduced me to a stammering mess.
Nezabeth is probably the only person who will appreciate the tragedy of this news. Three years in a row we watched the Oscars when Lord of the Rings was nominated (Nezabeth, I shall miss watching the Oscars with you this year!), and we got very excited every time someone talked about Lord of the Rings, because at once everyone would start clapping, as they do for films at the Oscars, and then the camera would go to the stars of Lord of the Rings and THERE would be Dominic Monaghan’s lovely hands! And Nezabeth and I, we are both all about the hands, so it was very exciting to have all these pretty hands for three years in a row to look at, and I was definitely going to marry Dominic Monaghan. So I just don’t really know what to do with myself now.
Dominic Monaghan also apparently is an active and adament environmentalist (hooray for you, dude) and “owns a small forest in India”. I guess you can do with that information what you will.
Tremendous a blow as this has been to my matrimonial expectations, I still expect I will be okay, because there is still Hugh Jackman and although he cannot do impressions as well as Dominic Monaghan, he can sing songs to me and he has very nice hands as well.
It is totally unacceptable for me to find out at this late date. I was going to marry Dominic Monaghan. He can do surprisingly accurate imitations of people, and he has nice hands, and he has nice hands! And although I am all in favor of guys wearing whatever they want and doing their thing and whatnot, I can’t marry someone who has nicer skirts than I have! Or better manicured and more evenly painted fingernails! I — I just — I don’t — this news has reduced me to a stammering mess.
Nezabeth is probably the only person who will appreciate the tragedy of this news. Three years in a row we watched the Oscars when Lord of the Rings was nominated (Nezabeth, I shall miss watching the Oscars with you this year!), and we got very excited every time someone talked about Lord of the Rings, because at once everyone would start clapping, as they do for films at the Oscars, and then the camera would go to the stars of Lord of the Rings and THERE would be Dominic Monaghan’s lovely hands! And Nezabeth and I, we are both all about the hands, so it was very exciting to have all these pretty hands for three years in a row to look at, and I was definitely going to marry Dominic Monaghan. So I just don’t really know what to do with myself now.
Dominic Monaghan also apparently is an active and adament environmentalist (hooray for you, dude) and “owns a small forest in India”. I guess you can do with that information what you will.
Tremendous a blow as this has been to my matrimonial expectations, I still expect I will be okay, because there is still Hugh Jackman and although he cannot do impressions as well as Dominic Monaghan, he can sing songs to me and he has very nice hands as well.
Quality television that I missed out on
Apparently there used to be this television show called The Animals of Farthing Wood, about a whole bunch of animals that, um, all lived together in a place called — yeah, there’s really no need to finish this sentence. Anyway, so these animals, they are in danger because the wicked evil men (you never see their faces. They are just wicked) are cutting down trees and filling in ponds and generally making the hitherto beautiful Farthing Wood totally unliveable; and the animals must find a way to survive or else, you know, they won’t survive.
I discovered this because my flatmate Sarah used to watch this show religiously when she was a child, and she was reunited with it last night, to her immense excitement. We watched the first part of episode one, and Sarah kept emitting little squeals of joyous recognition and filling me in on what all the characters were called and what they were like. (The naming system is pretty basic, really: the fox is called Fox, the badger (voiced by Ron Moody!) is called Badger, the weasel is called Weasel, and, you know, so on. They mix it up a little in the second season when Fox mates (with Vixen) and they have pups, which cannot (a la George Foreman) all have the same name as their parents.) And when I asked her how come the animals of Farthing Wood didn’t eat each other, she said, with enthusiastic interpretive gesturing, “They all make a pact not to eat each other and if anybody breaks it they get thrown out of the Quest to get to White Deer Park!”
Turns out this was a pretty brutal television show and a whole bunch of characters die in it — the little happy animals! and they just die! — and Wikipedia says that unlike most children’s television shows this one relied on strong plot rather than comedic elements. British children’s TV, it doesn’t mess around. You get attached to those hedgehogs, and BAM they are GONE.
(Hedgehogs are really cute. I want a little pet hedgehog of my own one day. I would call it Fuzzypeg and it would be my favorite creature in all the world.)
I discovered this because my flatmate Sarah used to watch this show religiously when she was a child, and she was reunited with it last night, to her immense excitement. We watched the first part of episode one, and Sarah kept emitting little squeals of joyous recognition and filling me in on what all the characters were called and what they were like. (The naming system is pretty basic, really: the fox is called Fox, the badger (voiced by Ron Moody!) is called Badger, the weasel is called Weasel, and, you know, so on. They mix it up a little in the second season when Fox mates (with Vixen) and they have pups, which cannot (a la George Foreman) all have the same name as their parents.) And when I asked her how come the animals of Farthing Wood didn’t eat each other, she said, with enthusiastic interpretive gesturing, “They all make a pact not to eat each other and if anybody breaks it they get thrown out of the Quest to get to White Deer Park!”
Turns out this was a pretty brutal television show and a whole bunch of characters die in it — the little happy animals! and they just die! — and Wikipedia says that unlike most children’s television shows this one relied on strong plot rather than comedic elements. British children’s TV, it doesn’t mess around. You get attached to those hedgehogs, and BAM they are GONE.
(Hedgehogs are really cute. I want a little pet hedgehog of my own one day. I would call it Fuzzypeg and it would be my favorite creature in all the world.)
Thursday, February 15, 2007
My mouth tastes nasty
Or, things that you think are good for you but actually are not.
1) Naps. Today I got up really early in order to get a lot of work done, but instead I went to lie down and I fell asleep and I had this horrific dream that I was in Heroes and Sylar had become this awful mutant creepy looking thing with all white skin and bloaty splotchy tumor things all over his body and in addition he could still do all the horrible things he can do for real in the show. (P.S. Why doesn’t anyone in the show notice how obviously creepy and weird Sylar is? Mohinder’s just like, Woohoo, a heroes-finding buddy! Let’s go, dude! ROAD TRIP!) And it was really scary and my superpower was incredibly lame and useless and had something to do with paper, so I really wouldn’t stand a chance against him if he wanted to kill me, and then as well there was a little baby somewhere around about whom we were all worried, and I was running and running and I kept thinking, Oh my GOD this episode has to be OVER soon but it never was. And then I woke up and my mouth tasted nasty because I had taken a nap and then I fell back asleep and had a similar dream, this time involving Voldemort and the Harry Potter people, and when I woke up after that, I was very very chagrined and my mouth tasted nasty because I had taken a nap. Which brings me back to the original point: Naps are bad.
2) Exercise. Exercise, and I cannot say this enough times, kills. It just does. I watched this show about this woman who had to start selling marijuana for a living because her husband just one day died in the middle of jogging. Also exercise is very bad for your knees and stuff, unless you’re doing something sensible like running in the pool which is actually okay. But everything else screws up your joints and gets you all sweaty, which is unpleasant, so the best thing to do is just not exercise. Endorphins are overrated anyway. (And possibly imaginary — I never ever feel more cheerful after I’ve exercised.)
3) Vegetables unless they are totally by themselves. And if you eat something else with them, the effect of the vegetables just gets neutralized. Like if you eat oil with them. Then you might as well not have had that salad at all. Said my biology teacher. But he might have been teasing us. But he’s made it impossible for me to enjoy Italian dressing the way I used to, and now when I eat salads I just eat them without dressing (and it’s much less tasty that way.)
However, apples are really good for you. I know this because I have started eating apples, and they taste yummy to me; so they must be healthy as well. Because they are fruits. But don’t eat the seeds because Wikipedia says they are mildly poisonous.
1) Naps. Today I got up really early in order to get a lot of work done, but instead I went to lie down and I fell asleep and I had this horrific dream that I was in Heroes and Sylar had become this awful mutant creepy looking thing with all white skin and bloaty splotchy tumor things all over his body and in addition he could still do all the horrible things he can do for real in the show. (P.S. Why doesn’t anyone in the show notice how obviously creepy and weird Sylar is? Mohinder’s just like, Woohoo, a heroes-finding buddy! Let’s go, dude! ROAD TRIP!) And it was really scary and my superpower was incredibly lame and useless and had something to do with paper, so I really wouldn’t stand a chance against him if he wanted to kill me, and then as well there was a little baby somewhere around about whom we were all worried, and I was running and running and I kept thinking, Oh my GOD this episode has to be OVER soon but it never was. And then I woke up and my mouth tasted nasty because I had taken a nap and then I fell back asleep and had a similar dream, this time involving Voldemort and the Harry Potter people, and when I woke up after that, I was very very chagrined and my mouth tasted nasty because I had taken a nap. Which brings me back to the original point: Naps are bad.
2) Exercise. Exercise, and I cannot say this enough times, kills. It just does. I watched this show about this woman who had to start selling marijuana for a living because her husband just one day died in the middle of jogging. Also exercise is very bad for your knees and stuff, unless you’re doing something sensible like running in the pool which is actually okay. But everything else screws up your joints and gets you all sweaty, which is unpleasant, so the best thing to do is just not exercise. Endorphins are overrated anyway. (And possibly imaginary — I never ever feel more cheerful after I’ve exercised.)
3) Vegetables unless they are totally by themselves. And if you eat something else with them, the effect of the vegetables just gets neutralized. Like if you eat oil with them. Then you might as well not have had that salad at all. Said my biology teacher. But he might have been teasing us. But he’s made it impossible for me to enjoy Italian dressing the way I used to, and now when I eat salads I just eat them without dressing (and it’s much less tasty that way.)
However, apples are really good for you. I know this because I have started eating apples, and they taste yummy to me; so they must be healthy as well. Because they are fruits. But don’t eat the seeds because Wikipedia says they are mildly poisonous.
Monday, February 12, 2007
A Tube map of America!
Here is a simplified map of the interstate system.
When I look at this map, my heart leaps, because it appears to be the solution to all of my interstate traveling problems (except the one where I don’t like to merge or switch lanes; that is still an issue). Regular maps bewilder me. There are so many different roads, and everything turns into something else and I can’t tell where one highway goes in a straight line because the map markings, they just don’t make any sense. Whereas this one makes everything so simple. How do I get to New York City? I go straight down I-10 and take a left on I-95, and BAM I am there!
Only at first I couldn’t believe it was that easy. I’ve seen atlases! I know what the road system looks like! And it isn’t this nice grid either! It’s all confusing and weird!
And then I realized that this interstate map is exactly like the Tube map of London: it doesn’t necessarily bear a huge resemblance to the street maps, but it is incredibly useful because you just follow the signs and you will pop up in the exact place where you want to be (or close enough to walk there). Which is why I love the Tube. If I get lost in London, I can just wander around until there appears a Tube station, and as soon as I walk down the stairs into the station, I’m no longer lost! I can get to anywhere then! Now America is like that for me too. All I need to do is find a major city, and I’m good to go.
I’m totally printing a copy of this map and going on a big cross-country road trip when I get home. Anyone want to come? I know where everything is now! We can just go wherever! THE WORLD IS SO SIMPLE NOW!
When I look at this map, my heart leaps, because it appears to be the solution to all of my interstate traveling problems (except the one where I don’t like to merge or switch lanes; that is still an issue). Regular maps bewilder me. There are so many different roads, and everything turns into something else and I can’t tell where one highway goes in a straight line because the map markings, they just don’t make any sense. Whereas this one makes everything so simple. How do I get to New York City? I go straight down I-10 and take a left on I-95, and BAM I am there!
Only at first I couldn’t believe it was that easy. I’ve seen atlases! I know what the road system looks like! And it isn’t this nice grid either! It’s all confusing and weird!
And then I realized that this interstate map is exactly like the Tube map of London: it doesn’t necessarily bear a huge resemblance to the street maps, but it is incredibly useful because you just follow the signs and you will pop up in the exact place where you want to be (or close enough to walk there). Which is why I love the Tube. If I get lost in London, I can just wander around until there appears a Tube station, and as soon as I walk down the stairs into the station, I’m no longer lost! I can get to anywhere then! Now America is like that for me too. All I need to do is find a major city, and I’m good to go.
I’m totally printing a copy of this map and going on a big cross-country road trip when I get home. Anyone want to come? I know where everything is now! We can just go wherever! THE WORLD IS SO SIMPLE NOW!
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