Friday, August 11, 2006

Snigger

Sean Robertson and the Steel Pincers of Doom:
In which Sean sets out in search of his father who has been temporarily mislaid for twenty years, meets the manly man Sock and his dog Shep, Yodallum dies, and they rescue Princess Mononoke.

Sean Robertson and the Starrenberg Meadows:
In which Sean and the others find crucial information from a duck called Barrie.

Sean Robertson and the Secret of Styris:
In which Sock gets the girl, and Sean finds his father.


So obviously I've gone to bed and haven't spent the past half hour trawling through the archives. I really am ridiculously narcissistic. That is the world's most difficult word to spell. Dictionary! Oh dear Lord I got it right. I really am awesome!

Oh, and also, what do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh! It never gets old...

And finally, I wrote a post wondering where the teenyboppers have gone to. I do not remember writing this. At all. It does raise an interesting question, though.

Man I'm awesome

Since my last post, an hour and 3/4 ago, I have made my afghans, established for George and G-Money exactly what key Rondo Alla Turka is in (A minor), teamed up with George to find a copy of an obscure Tchaikovsky piano piece from my youth on the internet, and subsequently relearned it. Not to mention doing the dishes and drinking a cup of tea. And placing bets on Mary's pulling potential. I'm going with 2 phone numbers.

I have also established just why the lounge was so dark and empty. It was my absence. I went in and turned on the lights, and suddenly they all came crawling out of the woodwork. (Granted, George did say I was the last person he expected to see in the kitchen. How very telling of my life at the moment. He also proved that he doesn't listen to me when he saw my list of things to do and was astonished by my enrolment in 3 300-level psyc papers. What's been my number thing to discuss for the last month? Those rats didn't come from nowhere.)

G-Money's girlfriend N-Money bought some shoes. They're kind of ugly, but oddly cute. I think it's because they're pink. Speaking of which, G-Money told you to wear flats? And you listened to him? YOU SHOULD HAVE WORN YOUR POINTY BLACK HEELS, WOMAN! Grr! Bad Mary!

'Those rats didn't come from nowhere' is an appallingly bad sentence. It's so bad, I think I'll keep it.

And now I shall go to bed, Song of the Lark flittering around in my head. I love Tchaikovsky. His music's so sticky.

Having read back over the title, apparently not only am I awesome, I'm George.




Not because he's awesome, I'd like to point out. Because he THINKS he's awesome. Man, we're all just merging into one big person. G-Money did the Mary-patented 'I'm a big walking [whatever]...' tonight. I'm awesome, not to mention full of good Christian morals. Invisible Girl has a dirty mind. Mary is on the prowl at Coyote. And George is doing his work.

And now I really will go to bed. 'Night, all! (of our zero readers)

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Steff Dies of Shock

So I've been holed up in my room for the past 3 hours or so. And I ventured out to visit the Ladies' because we all need a break once in a while, and decided that while I was out in the wilderness I should have a crack at being sociable and go out to the lounge to say hello. And, hello! Not only was the lounge empty, but it was dark! No lights! At 10.15pm! What's happened to us? We've all turned into antisocial nerds who'd much rather spend time alone in our rooms studying and writing essays (and transcribing fucking Ruth and Tau Henare's bullshit - 'ubsolutely!' 'I totully ugree!' 'Uvrythunk!') than watching TV. TV, people!

Except for Mary, of course. She's at Singled Out having the time of her life.

That's it. I'm making afghans.

In other news, my kidney hurts. I think it's because I punched it. Inadvertantly, of course.

Sunday, August 06, 2006

Fantastic Names for Birds

The nutcracker (Nicifraga cloumbiana).
The marsh tit (Parus palustris).
The marsh tit's North American cousin, the chickadee.

Who know birds had such awesome names?

And where did I find this wealth of information, you may ask? Why, my behaviour analysis textbook, of course.

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?