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Last night, the Pennsylvania Dutch eggnog tasted like bacon.
So the switch was made to vodka.
I finished my peer review crap.
Yesterday, I watched The Others and Pink Floyd The Wall.
I am constantly playing catch up. I liked them both.
I am slowly making my way through American Gods. I enjoy it, but have less time than I would like. Not having read much Gaiman, I cannot say how it fits in with his other works. I have only read part of one other novel of his, and I read Marvel 1602 as well, which was very good. I will read more when I have more time. In two weeks. :)

Thanksgiving was spent in McMinnville with the girl side of the family.
Ella is so tall! We had tea and plastic toast.
And then Scarah and I had bordeaux and made strange faces.
I sat by a cat that stared at my feet.
And I got a Darth Vader mask, as is tradition, I am sure, dating back to long ago when we stole this land from the Native Americans and felt quite proud of ourselves indeed (in spite of the fact we would have croaked without them).

I made a South Park Marjie using this.
View the character here.

Thursday in November

I am thankful (just like all you suckers!) for:

Football
Friends
Unlikelihood of being cremated alive
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Red Bull
Alias being cancelled
Deer Babies
Books

If we think they might mess with us

There was once a girl in high school who I called Lizard. It was not a mean nickname, but a friendly one, as she used to flick her tongue out like a little lizard. She was quite precious. I miss getting to call someone Lizard. It's such a fun word to say, but not one you should casually throw into conversation simply for its own sake.

--How're things at the office, Joe?
Oh fine. Working on getting the bugs out of everything before we ship product.
--Great! You wanna get together for some badminton later with the wife?
Sure, Gene. That'd be aces!

Conversation with Lizards:

--How are things at the office, Joe, and do you like lizards?
Oh fine, and I guess so...
--Great! I like lizards, too. I always thought I might want to buy one, so I could talk about it. Ya know, keep it in a little glass tank.
Wow. Well... that's really nice, Gene. Say, I gotta get going...
--Badminton later, Joe?
No, uh, the wife and I are moving...
--I'll come help you pack!
No no don't worry, we got movers. Yeah. Greece is a long ways away. Keep in touch though, all right?

Harry Potter tomorrow night. I am excited. I would like to see The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, but it looks kinda dumb. Book. Cover. Judge. I do love the Chronicles of Narnia, which is probably why I worry that the movie will be as silly as the last attempts made at it. God (me) knows The Silver Chair wasn't winning any awards. I want to see Capote and Chicken Little (I'm not sure why on that last one. Am I such a sucker for cuteness? Probably).

We have limited vocabulary in Russian class after so few weeks. When asked "About what are you writing?" I said I was writing about dark blue sport tshirts. One fellow said he was writing about big bribes (we reviewed mafia, bribes, cash, blood, pain, and black market the other day). Another girl said she was writing about a beautiful Mother. And one girl said she was writing about a brown television. Hah. I can't imagine what we'd say to people were we actually in Russia. If the dialogs in the books are any indication of what we might need, we shall at least know how to say that we are reading magazines about financial reports, and we wish we could visit Toronto. Is it near the brown house? That pen is his. The window is neato!

WERD

Today is my best friend's birthday.
Happy Birthday, Kare Bear.
I'm a rat bastard for not having sent even your card yet.

"Friends are God's way of apologizing to us for our families." -Edna Buchanan

Erva and Milo

Matt once again has a site (catgoesmoo.com). This makes me very happy indeed. There are some things that just should be. The internet just isn't the internet without clones. Clones is comfy.

I bought an apple cinnamon candle yesterday. It has an ugly Thomas Kinkade picture on the side, but it still smells good. I like Christmasy smells. And Yankee Sunflower candles. They smell like happy. Lilting music in scent form. Try Yankee candles before considering measures such as antidepressants or psychiatrists. You may find yourself saving a significant amount of money. The boat of your dreams doesn't have to be a dream! Now, where to find the water.

I read Girls in Their Married Bliss today. Part of it was told from the view of the best friend of the narrator from the first two books. They were all interesting, but rather sad, and I didn't quite expect the ending of this last book. Rather a despondant, defeated feeling. Uncertain territory. Debilitating fear and self-loathing. Kind of depressing, actually.

Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger. Funny.

My favorite hand

Pocket 8's

I am just a cloud

Don't we all want to be pirates, princesses, robots, ghosts, and rock stars?
I know I do.
I like the picture at the top of this page.
It makes this looks like a dating service site instead of Russian Grammar.
It is late fall now, and most of the spiders seem to have died or gone away or whatever it is spiders do.
Nevertheless, I still think I see them all the time. For just a fraction of a second. ("Remember that it's all in your head.")
I watched part of a Veterans Day ceremony at school earlier today.
There was a guy standing buy a tree who, from a distance, looked like someone I met once.
Long black coat. Scarf. Not him, obviously, but I was still struck by the resemblence.
I see a lot of people at school who look like other people.
Assassination Vacation. American Gods. Pre-Code Hollywood. The End of Cinema as we know it American Film in the Nineties. What to read next?

Ghost of Stephen Foster

So I posted a link over there in the Linksie section to Steve's page. The picture doesn't really do him or all that cash justice. None of these little 45x45 people really look like themselves. You should check out his blog because he finds lovely art and relates poker hands of great interest to us all. Upon writing that, I realized it sounds sarcastic, but it's not meant that way. He really does have mad poker skillz, yo. Hopefully sometime we'll get down to evil Eugene or vice versa and can lift a glass of absinthe together and drink to Howard Lederer's health. Or our own. We probably need the fake encouragement more. Like wishbones and falling stars. No real use, but hell, might as well. Wish on rarity. "Throw a peace sign up in the air; it'll do ya no harm." Or something.

Out of all of my classes, I dislike writing the most. I like Russian best. No, I am not a commie. muttermutterkgbmuttermutter. Ah, Christmas breakery cannot come fast enough. I have books to read, people to see, things to do... house to... clean?

Today at school I saw 5 different former Borders employees. We're in your schools. We're in your libraries. We're in your poker games. We're in your garage stealing your stuff. We're everwhere. We may be living right next door to you. We know what you special order. And we laugh at you. (Not really. Or... do we?)

I have a headache. I keep getting headaches. Maybe I have a cavity. Maybe it's something else. I don't know. I do not really enjoy it though. Who enjoys headaches?

"Ships were made for sinking
Whiskey made for drinking
If we were made of cellophane we'd all get stinking drunk quite faster ha ha ha."

Wir Sind Wir

Specializing in: the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and life everlasting. (And crappy photoshops)

What's wrong with a little destruction?

Yahoo weather is of the opinion that it is going to rain here for the next ten days. I would not be surprised if it did just that.
I need to memorize this Europe map by Tuesday. How very silly I feel.
One of my favorite toys ever is my Happy Jedi (Kit Fisto) action figure. Yesterday he fought a Series of Unfortunate Events mini flashlight. Today, a starburst. Tomorrow, who knows? Perhaps he shall take on a glass of milk and coffee liquer! The sky's the limit, honestly, when it comes to Happy Jedi.
I bet Matt could read that last sentence and think up at least a handful of dirty jokes.
Because I can, and my mind is only half as dirty, maybe two thirds.

Our shadows taller than our soul

Stairway to Heaven is playing. Poker is being played. Chips are clicking down at the other end of the table.
Timberwolves and Sonics are in overtime. I hope Minnesota wins. Whenever I'm in a 3 table tournament and it goes down to 2 tables I think, "The first transport is away. The first transport is away."

I should watch Stagecoach this weekend. I netflixed it, as I didn't go to the showing of it in class on Tuesday. Scarah was kind enough to buy Scarface (1932) on eBay so that I can see that one as well. Golly gee, what a schwester! I watched The Awful Truth earlier this week and have The Lady Eve, so I will not have to go to the movie showings next week either. I doubt I'll go for Gone With the Wind. I saw that a zillion times growing up. (You'd think that I would have known Father was gay considering the number of musicals I have seen as well as how many Barbra Streisand songs I know). I'll definitely go to Citizen Kane just to see it on the big screen because I love that movie ever so much. And next semester begins with Casablanca I think. Damn fine movie. Repetition is the soul of bloggery. Big brother is watching. Little sister is laughing. The sky is falling.

You may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer. Eight days a week. Santa Claus is smoking reefer. Here, there, and everywhere. We are all together. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. Go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall. Long live rock, be it dead or alive. Just nod if you can hear me.

I'm watching Scent of a Woman. I have never seen it before. I like Al Pacino a lot, though, so I should have much seen it much sooner. He says, "When in doubt... fuck." And a lot of "Whoo-ah"ing.

Why I have no friends

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I woke up this morning with a headache. Little fists of pain were beating near my eyes in chaotic little bursts. I took some tylenol, ate some breakfast bar, and had a Red Bull during my Russian final, but alas, it persists.

The final was not bad at all. I know I missed a few little things. For some reason, I think I put the wrong plural ending on dictionary, and I wasn't entirely certain if dress took a ya or if it were some irregular noun. I always think everything is irregular. I want to add strange endings or none at all. I also said tvoy and had to correct myself and say tvahya when referring to a pen during the oral part. I know I got all the letters correct in the extra credit, but I am fairly certain I mucked up the order, so maybe I'll get at least a little bit. Overall though, it was all right, and I was done by 10:30.

It took me almost an hour to walk home. If I had stayed and waited for Stever, I would have had four hours to spend wandering around campus or in the library, and I really wanted to return to the comforts of home. So I trotted off down the street. By the stadium I almost stepped on a dead cat whose poor little head was covered in blood and bugs and rotting a bit. I don't often see dead cats on the sidewalk at campus, which is probably why I wasn't expecting it and almost ran into it. I sent Steve a text message to alert him to the kitty catums woe. Not that he's going to do anything about it. (Bring it back to life? Say a little prayer? I don't think so.) But still, when one almost steps on a dead cat, one feels the need to tell others something along the lines of, oh dear, the poor kitty is dead and I almost soiled my shoes when my attention was upon the glorious new stadium!

The walk was brisk. It's 55 degrees out, and the wind is blowing. I was listening to music though and happily eating Starbursts along the way. It's hard to be mad at the weather if you are listening to Janes Addiction, Jimi Hendrix, Elliott Smith, and other wonderful things. It's Oregon. I like this kind of weather, although I saw a few other people walking who did not seem to enjoy it very much. There was sun where I started--little patches peaking through the clouds, but the closer I got to home the larger and darker the cloud got. Over here it is beginning to rain. The rain waited to come down until I was safely in doors and cozy in one of Steve's long sleeve shirts. As I climbed the hill towards home, I imagined gods and goddesses milling about, like in Tamora Pierce books, and perhaps one kind goddess spending a thought or two on pushing the blue, ominous clouds up and away for a few moments in my defense. I've always liked the idea of goddesses protecting their dear daughters down below in hell here. Or rather, the real world. I don't believe in deities, but I love stories and I like the idea of higher powers, even if they are whimsical and their choices of who to love or assist are entirely arbitrary. Or maybe gods, even in their omniscience, are bound by rules as well which pain them as much as us. Haha. Right. More than likely, they would just be indifferent. Possibly bastards when not so indifferent.

I lost two hair pins on the walk home. My hood flew off my head in the wind several times. Dogs barked at me, too, and for a moment I was worried since they were not tied up. They were running about and looking menacing. They were large. Their owners called them though, and no doggy mishaps occurred. I dislike dogs. I am a cat person. Also, I would like a pygmy hippo. We have a large back yard, but apparently that does not mean that I can own a small hippo. I would buy it a little pool and sing it songs about hippo homelands so it would not miss them too much.

I'm going to make some hot apply cider drink from a little packet and watch some Harold Lloyd shorts. It's Friday. Such a very good day. Much better than Icky Tuesdays and Unending Wednesdays. Friday is a perfectly respectful day. Also--jolly.