Monday, April 24, 2006
I feel the need to write!
Write! Write! Write! Words come tumbling out like so many crammed-in tennis balls in a tiny hall cupboard.
I was going to make that little allegory about what comes out of Steff's mouth after one too many wines. Feel grateful that I didn't.
I also feel somewhat stink that I had to look up the spelling for ginormous, only to end up not using it.
Ignoring the fact that I have absolutely nothing of value to write (if I did, I would be putting it in my I&O Psyc report, or possible my 21st thank you cards...), I have completely forgotten what I was going to say when I started this sentence. My encoding system from short-term memory to long-term memory is lacking. Or perhaps it isn't, and I don't actually know anything about memory. It's always possible.
Speaking of knowledge of memory, isn't it fantastic when you get back your answer sheet from a multi-choice test, and answers that you completely guessed were actually correct? We went over our memory tests in labs today, and I got 3 pleasant little surprises (and several big not-so-pleasant ones).
Randon fandom
Have you ever heard of Figwit? Apparently, in The Fellowship of the Ring movie there was this elf being an elf during the council where the Fellowship was formed, an extra elf, just there to fill up space in the background. Apparently some keen observer spotted said elf and decided he was hot. They christened him Figwit, a clever little acronym of 'Frodo is grea... who is that?', because apparently the moment you spot him is just after Frodo bes a good little hobbit and volunteers to shoulder (or neck) the burden of the ring, so you're all happy for Frodo, but then this hot elf in the background grabs your attention and you spend the next 1.5 seconds checking him out before he disappears into oblivion until the final movie. I came across young Figwit about half an hour ago as I was reading G-Money's copy of North and South, which has an article about the actor who played Figwit, such is his popularity. Actually, it's an article about the actor who played Figwit's comedy music duo, Flight of the Conchords, which is apparently rather deliciously humourous, although having never heard them I couldn't possibly pass comment. Anyway, the purpose of this paragraph is not to comment on this most random of fandoms, nor to educate people of the hotness of random extras in ginormous (couldn't let all that effort go to waste) movie series; having seen exactly one picture of Figwit as Figwit, well, he looks like an effeminate Legolas (although Figwit as a normal person is quite decent-looking). No, the purpose of this most ridiculous of paragraphs is to comment on how reading random articles can induce sudden strong desires to see films again. This is particularly anguishing for me as I left home in Hamilton just over 24 hours ago, where my father has in his possession all 3 special edition DVDs of LOTR. Bugger.
In other news, George is making butter chicken for dinner. How surprising.
In other other news, I have discovered the most fantastic of Easter eggs. It is so fantastic I must eat some more of it immediately! It is Terry's Chocolate Orange, and it is in fact, quite literally, a chocolate orange. It's the same size as an orange, it's outside texture looks like an orange, it comes apart in slices like an orange, it tastes like an orange (somewhat), but it's CHOCOLATE!. Could one ask for anything more?
Well, dinner would be nice. Aha! George is announcing dinner, albeit with 'ridiculously creamy rice'. I love it when people start using my words. It makes me feel listened to.
And so to dinner I will go!
Edited to add: It has just occurred to me that we are not the only ones with a George for a flatmate. You know who else has one? Meredith and Izzie (Izzy? Whatever). And their George is so much cooler than ours.
I was going to make that little allegory about what comes out of Steff's mouth after one too many wines. Feel grateful that I didn't.
I also feel somewhat stink that I had to look up the spelling for ginormous, only to end up not using it.
Ignoring the fact that I have absolutely nothing of value to write (if I did, I would be putting it in my I&O Psyc report, or possible my 21st thank you cards...), I have completely forgotten what I was going to say when I started this sentence. My encoding system from short-term memory to long-term memory is lacking. Or perhaps it isn't, and I don't actually know anything about memory. It's always possible.
Speaking of knowledge of memory, isn't it fantastic when you get back your answer sheet from a multi-choice test, and answers that you completely guessed were actually correct? We went over our memory tests in labs today, and I got 3 pleasant little surprises (and several big not-so-pleasant ones).
Randon fandom
Have you ever heard of Figwit? Apparently, in The Fellowship of the Ring movie there was this elf being an elf during the council where the Fellowship was formed, an extra elf, just there to fill up space in the background. Apparently some keen observer spotted said elf and decided he was hot. They christened him Figwit, a clever little acronym of 'Frodo is grea... who is that?', because apparently the moment you spot him is just after Frodo bes a good little hobbit and volunteers to shoulder (or neck) the burden of the ring, so you're all happy for Frodo, but then this hot elf in the background grabs your attention and you spend the next 1.5 seconds checking him out before he disappears into oblivion until the final movie. I came across young Figwit about half an hour ago as I was reading G-Money's copy of North and South, which has an article about the actor who played Figwit, such is his popularity. Actually, it's an article about the actor who played Figwit's comedy music duo, Flight of the Conchords, which is apparently rather deliciously humourous, although having never heard them I couldn't possibly pass comment. Anyway, the purpose of this paragraph is not to comment on this most random of fandoms, nor to educate people of the hotness of random extras in ginormous (couldn't let all that effort go to waste) movie series; having seen exactly one picture of Figwit as Figwit, well, he looks like an effeminate Legolas (although Figwit as a normal person is quite decent-looking). No, the purpose of this most ridiculous of paragraphs is to comment on how reading random articles can induce sudden strong desires to see films again. This is particularly anguishing for me as I left home in Hamilton just over 24 hours ago, where my father has in his possession all 3 special edition DVDs of LOTR. Bugger.
In other news, George is making butter chicken for dinner. How surprising.
In other other news, I have discovered the most fantastic of Easter eggs. It is so fantastic I must eat some more of it immediately! It is Terry's Chocolate Orange, and it is in fact, quite literally, a chocolate orange. It's the same size as an orange, it's outside texture looks like an orange, it comes apart in slices like an orange, it tastes like an orange (somewhat), but it's CHOCOLATE!. Could one ask for anything more?
Well, dinner would be nice. Aha! George is announcing dinner, albeit with 'ridiculously creamy rice'. I love it when people start using my words. It makes me feel listened to.
And so to dinner I will go!
Edited to add: It has just occurred to me that we are not the only ones with a George for a flatmate. You know who else has one? Meredith and Izzie (Izzy? Whatever). And their George is so much cooler than ours.
