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♥ Happy 26th Birthday, Steve. ♥

Marjie Lou Who asks:

Why, Nader Claus, why? Why are you taking our Christmas tree? Why?

Phlegmatic

We went with Sammy Cat to see Sia in Portlandia on Tuesday at the Wonder Ballroom. It was excellent. Har Mar Superstar opened for her. Very...odd, but still amusing. Mikey stopped by the Wonder Cafe. It was happy hour. Not laughing hour. No mud baths. No juggling worlds. Just tasty cheap alcohol. I hadn't seen Mikey in a few years, which is crazy. We only live 1.5 hours away. I really am a hermit. Sia was amazing. Good times.


I finished reading We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson. I loved it. My mother and I trade books after each term. She will like this one.

There's a new blog thingy going on the Nixon Library website. Many contributors. It is called the New Nixon Blog. Of course, Nixon doesn't blog on it. He is dead, you see, which makes blogging ever so difficult.

The Financial Aid office messed up somehow (a "naming error") and gave me too much money for a particular scholarship in fall and winter term. So they took back my Alumni Scholarship (not the one that was overpaid) to make up for it. Now I owe the school 1600. Their solution? Offer me an unsubsidized loan. That's what I get for good grades--debt because my scholarships get fux0red. I feel grouchy and negative.

I've been sick all weekend and a couple days before that. I had an unpleasant fever for about two days that was up to 102.5 or so for a while. With tylenol, it's down to about 100 or 99 something now, so that's jolly at least. I'm still coughing horribly. The silly doctors said pneumonia or bronchitis or sinus infection. A blonde. A brunette. Maybe a redhead. It's amazing how far science has come! They can narrow things down to three maybes and load you up with antibiotics "just to be on the safe side." There's no other side I'd rather be on. I have so much homework I haven't done yet because I've felt so shitty the last few days. Tomorrow (today, but since I'm not asleep yet, tomorrow) will not be much fun. Maybe I'll wake up magically healthy.

My Think Geek monkey that I got with my geek points came in the mail today. So at least there's that.

I'm walking in your spider web

Who knows what this pretty spider webby picture really means.



Your neurodiversity (Aspie) score: 78 of 200
Your neurotypical (non-autistic) score: 116 of 200
You are very likely neurotypical

Diagnostic prediction for Score Prediction
Social phobia 94 You might be able to receive the diagnosis
OCD 86 You might be able to receive the diagnosis
Bipolar 73 It is unlikely you will be able to receive the diagnosis
Asperger/HFA/PDD 68 This isn't a primary diagnosis you should seek
ADD/ADHD (Attention Deficit Disorder) 40 This isn't a primary diagnosis you should seek
Dyslexia 29 This isn't a primary diagnosis you should seek

I like the way they phrase those. I wouldn't be "seeking" any of those diagnoses given a choice. I've no idea what that hunting area means. Hunting what? It asked if I like to think about making traps or something. Maybe it was a joke? Hyuk hyuk.

Aspie-Quiz

I want to sleep on ice and reindeer skins

Ice Hotel

I really don't care
neither does he
if this hotel melts into the sea
Polished and so rare
this way that we see
The coldness helps
It's our favorite remedy

An Easter song

Easter comes early this year. At Shari's last night, an ad for black forest pie and milkshake told me I should celebrate Ash Wednesday with a tasty treat. It's too late for that though. I wish I had a flash cartoon of the Easter Bunny hopping up to Jesus's tomb to check his status. You see Jesus is super exclusive about who he friends on Facebook. Not even the Easter Bunny can get access. Jesus is all like, "Read your synoptic gospels. Man shall not live by Facebook alone, but by every word that comes from the mouth of God." But how will the Easter Bunny know when Jesus goes from being 'in a relationship' to 'single'? I feel no doubt that he shall "hop hop."

Hop hop to Jesus's tomb hop hop
Hop hop to Jesus's tomb hop hop
Cock your head
and peek inside
Is he dead?
Is he alive?
Hop hop to Jesus's tomb hop hop

Yum

The uncanny is not a literary genre. But nor is it a non-literary genre. It overflows the very institution of literature. It inhabits, haunts, parasitizes the allegedly non-literary. It makes 'genre' blink.

Royle, Nicholas. The Uncanny. New York: Routledge, 2003. 19.

I forgot the Animaniacs song

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How far?

One of my favorite professors, Marjorie Sandor, once asked the question, "How far can a casserole carry you?" The answer to this question is: for most women of the church, at least to the doorstep, and quite possibly inside--if only to draw the line a little deeper in the sand before standing a bit straighter and making a bee-line for the door. We all know what happened to Lot's Wife, after all. She got turned into a pillar of salt, and nobody even remembers her name.

owacanlweawiot

This morning I woke up repeating the first stanza to "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop over and over a mile a minute. A pretty fucking creepy way to wake up. It took half the day to get it out of my head.

"The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster."

Cross Poe-lenating

"I declare it's a miracle. That's what it is. It's a good old-fashioned Christmas miracle."

And what a miracle it is that I consistently get good grades, considering that most notes I take for classes look something like this: Womens Studies...Uncanny Novel (Henry James day). Studying for midterms should be no problem with notes like these. No problem at all. Mmm.

Huckabee's WMIs

I've been reading Mike Huckabee's website (A Women's Studies assignment, not just for fun). This is one of his positions on education and the arts:

"Music and the arts are not extraneous, extra-curricular, or expendable - I believe they are essential. I want to provide every child these "Weapons of Mass Instruction."

I think Huckabee's new campaign slogan should be "I put the 'guber' in 'gubernatorial.'"

Color me bemiracled

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Some things I think are colors, it does not. The converse is also true. Regardless, I should have thought of more.

To spite god above with her own love

I once told a professor that I wanted to go to Amherst Massachusetts because there's a house there I wanted to eat paint chips off of. He told me he has been to the house but said he had not eaten the paint. I wonder if he thought of it though. Seems the sort to literally ingest architecture if given the opportunity. Don't you wonder what history tastes like? No doubt just regular old paint chips. But that doesn't mean I don't want to.

Shaq might be traded to Phoenix. This confuses me. I cannot imagine why they'd trade for him. While I'll agree that maybe they could use more defense, I can't imagine how the offense would operate. You can't build one around Shaq. The Suns already have an offense. They're fine there. They're fast. Shaq is slow, and defense or no, I don't think he could keep up with those players. If you're going looking for defense, you'd think you'd look for someone who might last more than a few more seasons, even if it meant that person had to grow as a player for a while before they were a force to be reckoned with on the court. I dunno. Guess I just don't get it.

I've been having strange dreams lately. Too many uncanny novels. Senses crossing over. Inanimate things keep coming to life. One day I'll find my very own golem, and I'll write god's truth on his forehead and tell him not to take things so literally.

My evening has been spent writing a paper about my "art" for womens studies class based upon an article. Yes, that is Huckabee hunting birth control in my backyard. He's always doing that.

Go write down what you see...

Forgetting

...and see how far it can go

You are infinity + 1

I went to the authentic happiness site posted by Laura and took a few tests. I only got a 2.46 on the authentic happiness inventory, but honestly, I'm not sure how much I trust any 24-question evaluation of my happiness. Apparently my top strength is forgiveness and mercy. It's probably true; I can forgive just about anything. And to prove it, anyone who reads this may walk up to me and say "Your face looks like a casserole with teeth" followed by a sincere apology! After all, we're all human--some of us more than others.

I'm searching for rain boots online. I narrowed my results to women's boots at yahoo shopping, and it gave me rain boots for DOGS. Little tiny doggy boots. For reals, yahoo, wtf? And why are all teh awesome rain b00ts only made for kids? How can these companies not realize that I too wish to wear dinosaur on my feet and tromp down my river of a driveway? Or geek boots. Why don't they make boots that say neat things in binary? Or boots that detect wi-fi? I'm going to look absurd in them regardless. The least they can do is amuse me.