| Of course I am. |
[Apr. 14th, 2009|01:34 am] |
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| | The Oblongs | ] |
| You Are a Cougar |  You have more strength than most people, and with it, the ability to inflict a lot of harm.
Your power gives you confidence, and you find leading others to be easy.
You believe that you need to the best, and you are very driven to excel.
Most people immediately admire you, but some people feel very envious of your abilities. |
Other things are going on in my life that are worthy to write about, but this is really all I care about.
My latest quiz addiction. |
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| This Entry Will Give People Cavities |
[Jan. 1st, 2009|02:17 am] |
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| | I SHOULD HAVE GONE TO BED LIKE TWO HOURS AGO | ] |
...But some of you are even bigger saps than me, so I went ahead and posted it. ;-)
Those of you who don't want to read the saccharine bit need not be exposed.
2008 was the best year I've had in a long time. I venture to say the best year I have ever had, at least in the time I've been old enough to measure years by personal accomplishments/experiences as opposed to exciting things that happened to me (that usually weren't really in my control, like family vacations or new cousins being born, etc.)
So yes, I think 2008 was my best year ever. This time last year, half of the people I consider friends I didn't even know, or I didn't know them very well. There are some people who were in my immediate group last year who I always considered friends, but I really got to know them in 2008 and am so happy that I did.
( Here's Where It Starts )
Here's to 2009.
I love you all very much, and I know you will continue to make my life as wonderful as I feel it currently is. An 8 might now be a 9, but some things never change. |
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| POSTCARDZ |
[Dec. 30th, 2008|06:31 pm] |
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| |  I should be productive instead | ] |
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| | why must we have music always, livejournal? Huh? | ] |
Let me know if you want a postcard while I'm in the land of Eng. If you don't want to publicly post your address, send it to me in an email or a facebook message or some other form of technology that confounds our elders.
I love and miss you all muchly!
Maybe a 2008 post to come, but those seem like I'm really the only one who'd find it interesting. So, don't hold your breath.
And if you are holding your breath regarding whether or not I post in my livejournal, I pity thee. |
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| I Wrote This on Facebook First |
[Dec. 24th, 2008|01:13 am] |
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| | CHRISTMAS EVE! | ] |
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| | Irish Rovers - Away in a Manger | ] |
This is more of a New Year's post, but it's an important matter so I figured I'd put it out early:
It occurred to me recently that when one feels the need to be needlessly festive by adding the phrase last two digits of the current year to the end of something (as I myself am wont to do), it is lucky when the year has a nice ring to it. We've lucked out for most of our lives: ninety-something worked out quite pleasantly. "two thousand" was a no brainer. Somewhere along the line "two thousand one, two etc" drifted into "03" which still worked out well. (And yes, I know we're all thinking 'Boner Jams 03' right now. Or if "we" weren't, and I was... we (meaning you, collectively) certainly are now.)
08 was... great. and it rhymed.
But soon we will be forced to utter the dreaded phrase, "Fire Drill... 10." It's just so lackluster. Oh-Ten, maybe. (No offense to anyone in the graduating class of 2010.) We'll have to wait until maybe 2021 for it to sound all right again. "Naked Party 17!" It's just kind of weird.
And while we have an entire year of goodness ahead of us in 2009, 2008 just has such a ring to it. Great in 2008! So, my friends, brethren, kinfolk all, I say we heartily embrace, in this remaining week, the phrase "08." Let it ring true in our hearts. Let it end any proclaimation or remote exclaimation we make... 08.
(I just noticed it'll be fine in 2009. That makes me feel a little better.)
We also have to do this in the Fine 09, but that's a given.
And now for the Christmas Portion:
Whichever one of the Three Kings who decided to give Myrrh (the bitter perfume, AKA oil used to annoint the dead... er, maybe not that exact purpose but it is associated with death, for those of you who don't know (I was going to say "non gentiles" but I bet tons of non gentiles know what that is and then I'd just look ignorant).... anyway, whichever one decided to give Myrrh to a newborn was kind of an asshole.
"Hey, congratulations on the birth of your son, the newborn king, the savior of a bunch of people. Virgin birth, humble birth in a barn, magical star, angels all around, night of miracles, peace on earth for one night, nice job. But remember he's gonna be forced to die a horrible, painful, drawn-out death prematurely. Don't forget that, okay? Oh, I see you're looking adoringly at your baby on this holiest of nights. Here, here's some DEATH OIL to remind you of that. 'Cause your kid's gonna DIE. I know he's an infant now and this is like the most perfect night ever, but he will SUFFER. Oh, and you'll SEE it. Just remember. Happy birthday, kid." |
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| Musings on the Grinch or: Serious Matters on the Minds of the Vidlers |
[Dec. 22nd, 2008|11:06 pm] |
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| | The Rockettes Doing that Falling Down Soldier Thing on TV | ] |
Mom: It amazes me that the grinch A. has a sewing machine and B. knows how to sew.
Me: Well, what else is he gonna do up there?
Mom: A sewing machine makes no sense! He could play cards or do crossword puzzles... or jigsaw puzzles.
(pause)
Me: Wait, where would the grinch get crossword puzzles from?
Mom: Where would he get a sewing machine? Or a dog? |
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| It's Good To Be Home |
[Dec. 20th, 2008|05:19 pm] |
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| | Home sweet home! | ] |
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| | Chock Full O' Christmas Spirit | ] |
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| | Harry Simeone Chorale - What Child Is This? | ] |
(Listening to "Mary's Boy Chile") Me: What are they saying? Them find no place for to WHAT the child?
Mom: Board. Them find no place for to board the child.
Laura: I heard "Them find no place for to bone the child" too.
Me: Have you ever had Mike's Hard Cranberry?
Laura: I've never had Mike's Hard anything.
Mom: That's what she said.
(I should point out that this was following a conversation in which my mother and I were trying to suggest drinks that my sister might like, as she didn't like the most delicious cocktail ever, which my dad made, thinking it was too bitter when it was really sweet. My mom is apparently upset that my sister drinks very little besides beer, even though I didn't drink at all when I was her age.)
I also feel the need to include one portion of the Christmas letter my dad wrote this year which actually made me laugh out loud:
"We're slowly adapting to the empty nest. Certainly miss having our kids in the house, but enjoying the side benefits of unencumered access to the TV, computer, car etc. Now that Maris no longer has any female allies at home - it's one-on-one and I occasionally win the battle to watch ESPN and repeats of 'Braveheart' rather than another episode of "Top Model" "Project Runway" or "Gilmore Girls." I mean, c'mon Braveheart vs. Rory or Lorelai? Please. And I still don't know which one is the mother, and which is the daughter. Mel Gibson, swords and carnage - you can't watch that enough. But I digress." |
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| This is like CRACK |
[Dec. 17th, 2008|05:25 pm] |
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So this is a facebook note meme going around, basically pick 20 favorite movies, get a quote from IMDB and people have to guess (Without cheating)what they are.
These are the ones no one has yet gotten on facebook, some of which are ones I am absolutely POSITIVE certain people would get and might be more likely to see it here than on facebook.
So... yeah. Basically this is an experiment/procrastination.
1. Everyone has the right to make an ass out of themselves. You just can't let the world judge you too much.
2. Talk, you reconstructed welp of a whore!
3. It's very fascinating. But I'm afraid I'm going to have to hurt you.
4. It has to be damp.
5. A fish and a bird can fall in love, but where do they build their nest?
6. It's plot exposition. It has to go somewhere.
7. What goes better with hoboes than wine?
8.You're my knight in shimmering armor. Did you know that?
9. You know, it's proven that second-hand smoke is, uh, carcin-... uh, you know, cancer related. |
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| REAL Technological Queries |
[Aug. 24th, 2008|12:02 pm] |
Dad (talking about relationships on facebook): But you can just put that you're in a relationship with anybody, right?
Laura: Yeah, but you can tell who the real couples are. Like, if there's a picture of them...
Dad: Making out?
Laura: No, not making out, dad.
Dad: Sorry. Hooking up.
Laura: Maybe I'm more ready to go to school than I thought. |
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| This Freaked Me Out Today |
[Aug. 13th, 2008|01:02 am] |
If you're from Australia, you're Australian. If you're from Ireland, you're Irish. If you're from New Zeland, you're.... WHAT? A New Zelander, yes, but I don't think there is an adjective form of it. New Zelandese? New Zeland....ish? Esque?
I just wrote an entire entry where I quite beautifully, or at least wittily, if I may say so myself, recounted an event that I thought was related to this, only to realize that it involved an Australian, so the entire entry was rendered moot. It's funnier when it ties into the story but I'm not willing to share it as I don't think anyone reading this needs anymore mocking fodder for me. ;-) (I could've just not told you that, but there are some standards I do not have.) |
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[Aug. 12th, 2008|01:21 am] |
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| | Gloria Estefan - Cherchez La Femme | ] |
I'm missing Goucher big time now and can't wait for it to start, but I realized I'm also sort of dreading it, because it's my last year. It's almost like the sooner it starts, the sooner it ends. Or something.
Not to bring people down. But I hope it goes by really slowly. Painfully slowly, if possible.
But I do have faith that we'll make this one count. ;-) |
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[Aug. 8th, 2008|11:59 pm] |
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Do you think the New York Lotto guy is depressed about how much money he actually makes? |
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[Aug. 8th, 2008|12:44 am] |
Tonight I asked a woman where the restrooms were. She looked at me and immediately replied, "The men's room is downstairs."
I was offended before I realized she was actually doing me a service, as there was no line there.
Thus, blessings are often in disguse.
I also realized that I think hell must be a line of women with full bladders. Forever. |
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| Poor Unfortunate ME |
[Aug. 5th, 2008|01:07 am] |
I realized that both of the last times I can remember trying to watch The Little Mermaid, I ended up only watching all of the songs.
This was not by choice. Once at school and once at home, the same curious phenomenon occurred. I was watching it, then someone wandered in and was like, "OOH! Can we watch Under The Sea?" Then once that happened, the general concensus was it had to immediately be followed by Kiss the Girl. It's like If You Give a Mouse A Cookie, only more annoying. I think the lesson of that book, at least in its application to my life, is to withhold the cookie in the first place. Especially in my scenario, because both times it ended with the intruder beinglike, "oh, by the way, I have to do something else now, either taking you away or using the TV myself, bascially something that prevents your continued viewing." and I'm like, "Fuck you, I'm a college student who wants to watch The Little Mermaid uninterrupted, because apparently I haven't done so in at least 3 years." Then they'll get mad and leave me and I'll watch it by myself but it just won't be the same because it'll be clouded by my anger.
The only solution is to watch it in a secluded area by myself. I want to say the woods but there's no electricity there. Oh, the woes of being me. |
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| Deep Thoughts By Meg Vidler (not even thoughts. just musings on things beyond my control. sad.) |
[Aug. 1st, 2008|03:41 am] |
1. First off, I saw Boeing Boeing tonight. First act was a little slow but in the second act it picked up, and of course, the acting was phenomenal. As were the costumes and set. This is pretty much my obligatory "I DO things!" statement. But I don't really see the point. I mean, a lot of you guys are too far away to see it and it might just look like bragging, or be boring. I think most of the things that I actually do are interesting when they happen, but not worth writing about here. I think the things I see are more interesting. Like today, for example:
2. I saw a little girl in a stroller wielding a Barbie doll who had neither arms nor clothing. (well, maybe she had pants, I only saw the top half.) It wasn't a real Barbie, but one of the generic dime-store kinds (I had one named Hilary I got at my grandfather's store and while she was cheaply made, they did take care to give her a creepily realistic birthmark, or 'stork mark' on the back of her head, under her hair. It always bothered me.) Anyway, the genericness of it explained how the arms might have popped off more easily but made it LOOK scarier. I know it's perfectly natural for Barbies to get mutilated in the hands of children, but A. I'd never seen a case where BOTH arms were gone. (My barbies usually met their waterloos when I got overzealous brushing their hair with my actual brush and their heads popped off. Then you went through ( The Matel Phases of Grief )
And B. the fact that this doll was being carried around by this child obviously implied, to me, that she had explicitly CHOSEN this ONE to make the outing with her. Which makes me think it is somehow prized, which in turn makes me think that this doll's deformity was the child's own design. Or some weird marketing thing. "Hey, Girls, It's Venus De Milo Barbie!" But also, the girl was in a stroller, so she can't have been that old. This implies to me that maybe the parents chose what toy she would take out with her, just handed her something to pacify her, and that makes it even more unsettling that the doll would be, essentially, a torso with a creepy, generic head attached. Although I do tend to blame parents too much since I prefer blaming adults over children. Also, I think too much.
3. If you were dropping mail into a mailbox (or post-box as I inadvertently started saying this summer... why/where I heard it, I have no idea. Is that English?), and happened to drop your cell phone in... what would you do? My solution was to wait there for the mailman if it was earlier in the day. It'd suck since you couldn't call to request that they open it. Perhaps a kind passerby would take pity upon you.
I haven't even touched on the train ride back yet. More on that tomorrow. |
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| Submitted for your approval |
[Jul. 30th, 2008|11:05 pm] |
I got the following email the other day from an address I have never heard of:
intricate saginaw invulnerable
piquant miocene offsaddle? befuddle, piquant horrid.
wavefront immediate pontific desorption oxcart elegy, wavefront
repute acumen cola lynn besetting.
cola lynn.
I think it's some kind of horribly worded ad, but it sounds almost like some desperate poet sought me out (I don't know why), like, "maybe this one will like it!"
It also sounds like it could be the ramblings of a crazy person. And about as senseless as notes I've written to myself before. Only with bigger words. Now I feel stupid AND sanely endangered. (if that's an expression).
I got a second email tonight, only it's not as interesting. |
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| Lots of Things I Felt Compelled to Remark Upon Today... But Only Two Off The Top of My Head |
[Jul. 30th, 2008|12:19 am] |
1. Today I saw a homeless guy with a cardboard sign that said "Can I get a beer?" or something like that. When people, who I guess looked like they'd comply, passed him, he'd yell things out and then pull out another piece of little cardboard attached to the sign. He did this three times before I could actually read it. It said "Me too?" I looked for a dummy or a pet and checked to see if his fly was down, but saw nothing of the kind to merit another entity requesting a beer. Was he attempting to convince people he was schizophrenic in order to curry their sympathies? (can one curry sympathies?) If this is the case, I don't think he should be drinking.
2. Not ten minutes later I saw an ad for American Girl. It showed a mother and her daughter enjoying a rather fancy lunch. The daughter held a doll on her lap and was holding something to its lips. It appeared to be a black-and-white striped cup, the same kind she and her mother were drinking from. She was basically feeding the doll. She was grinning at her mother, as if for approval, and the mother beamed back at her. I don't know ANYBODY'S parent who would react like that. They'd all be like, "Are you NUTS? You'll get the doll dirty!" Actually, they probably wouldn't even let their kid bring it to lunch. I think American Girl is trying to make the dolls more 'play-able' as opposed to the "You may play with this, but harm it and you die" toy it was in my day, but I still find it hard to believe that parents are cool with this. |
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| Remember Frutopia, anybody? |
[Jul. 28th, 2008|11:10 pm] |
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This was actually the first thought in my mind when I woke up the other day. To be fair, I had been thinking it before, but then it just kind of recycled itself to the front of my mind and I woke up like, "FRUTOPIA! Where is it?"
2. (or, 1, I guess, but then I get into the Roddy Doyle system of numbering) I saw a rabbit on a leash today in Bryant Park. There was a little cup of lettuce and shredded carrots next to it too. I think everyone in the general vacinity was trying not to stare, especially since this couple obviously regarded this rabbit as a member of the family. They had an air about them, probably their talking so earnestly to each other and not bothering to stroke or otherwise acknowledge the tethered rabbit, that seemed like forced normalcy. Almost like they were waiting for someone to inquire about their pet so that they could be like, "Do you have a problem with that?" Sadly, for the first split-second I saw it, I thought, "that's a fucked-up dog."
3. What movie/book/tv show/other pop culture reference where some guy sells doors, door-to-door? I've googled it and can't find it, but I did find a real account of a guy who did that. Pretty amusing. If this isn't from anything, I claim rights to it.
4. I wonder what would happen if you went up to someone in a Free Tibet shirt and said, "Now I'm pissed. I paid way too much for mine." This is another thing that I'm not sure I made up or heard somewhere. Could someone enlighten me, please?
5. If you listen to the song "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" and replace 'baby' with 'Jesus' it's quite amusing. I actually did this for the first time last summer but it never fails to entertain me for about 5 seconds.
6. Today at work, I replaced an empty toilet paper roll somewhere between 11:15 and 11:45. I went to the bathroom somewhere between 3 and 4:30 later and the roll was nearly used up. I think there's a toilet gnome in our office. That is a more logical explanation to me than believing that five people (I discount myself, since that was only the second time I went to the bathroom that day) could have used up nearly an entire roll of toilet paper in under five hours. Should I be concerned about this? I sort of am, especially since I'm supposed to restock the bathroom and I might have to do it every damn day now. And, as a lowly intern, I can hardly say, "one square apiece, please, unless it's an emergency. Let's be green, ladies." |
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| Fall of the House of Usher: The Musical! |
[Jul. 27th, 2008|11:02 pm] |
I seem to have underestimated the effect this news would have on a bunch of English majors. Or maybe I forgot that most of my friends are English majors or at least have a basic knowledge of literature. Anyway, I figured it merited its own entry.
(I was going to put, 'since that's more interesting than the rest of my life now' but I think my life has been very interesting lately. However, it's probably in ways that only I find interesting. Kind of like this little aside.)
First off, I should point out that I learned that this particular musical was written by a bunch of Yale undergrads (of course). I must admit, this makes it a little more impressive to me. It grazes that line where when you hear the lyrics on their own, you're like, "eh" but once you find out people near your age wrote them they become impressive. Why is that?
If you've read this far, you're probably like, "when is she gonna actually say something of substance?" so for you folks, I will provide the rest of the story ( Here ) |
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