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[May. 10th, 2009|05:51 pm] |
I can't find my phone.
I say this precisely: I can't find my phone. I have not lost my phone. It is somewhere in the middle of the north quarter of our living room. In the couch, I think. Three times now I've been called on it, and the ringing gets louder and clearer as I throw the cushions frantically off the couch (again), and yet I never quite attain phone-finding status.
Maybe it's in another dimension, whence only sound can travel.
If I ever do recover it, I am going to have so many missed calls. |
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[Feb. 21st, 2009|05:56 pm] |
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The triumphant cry of the huntress home from the hills: I have acquired a swimsuit, and it fits, and I like it. This is the kind of event I felt was worth commemorating.
Also, I am now something like four-fifths done with the kneesocks I've been knitting since, I'm pretty sure, 2007. Maybe 2006. (These, if you're curious.) I know I've thought "Right, I'll step it up and get them done in time for this year's winter" at least twice now. ...Maybe if I really work hard I can wear them to graduation. Considering that, looking at my schedule, I'm going to graduate probably around the time DC gets around to making a Black Canary movie. |
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[Jan. 1st, 2009|02:52 am] |
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2009! *\o/* Less than a year until we can start saying "twenty" instead of "two thousand and"! |
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[Nov. 4th, 2008|10:27 am] |
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Voted. No lines, which doesn't seem natural. Gave the poor guy with the stickers a bad moment, as I was wearing my racktacular Green Lantern tank top, which offers basically no place both flat and respectable- he eventually settled for sticking the sticker on the top of my shoulder.
Starbucks gave me free coffee. I am not, normally, a coffee drinker, but you don't turn these things down, right? And now I can't stop jittering. |
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[Nov. 1st, 2008|12:08 pm] |
Went to a Halloween party last night dressed as Black Canary, Golden Age version. Won 'Sexiest Costume'. Feel pretty smug about this.
There was a guy there dressed as the Joker. It took great self-control not to go over, tap him on the shoulder, and punch him in the face.
Oh, man, it occurs to me now that I really should have dyed my hair red, borrowed a wheelchair, and gone around finding people in Joker costumes and running over their toes. |
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[Oct. 18th, 2008|12:52 am] |
Y'know what? Jetpacks, zeppelins, and flying cars get too much press. I love them all, of course, don't get me wrong, but- it's the future. I want to commute in a powered parachute. I want to get a job in order to commute to it in a powered parachute.
Aren't they lovely? I want to see the alternate universe where those things are puttering across the sky, in rainbows and people's school colors and teenage girls' names written in glitter paint across the glider portion and banners for the political candidate of one's choice trailing off the frame. You could park on the roof! |
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[Aug. 28th, 2008|12:27 pm] |
I've started doing origami in class. This is working out very well- it keeps me awake and more or less on the same planet, but requires so little focus that I can still listen to the lecture. My previous strategies consisted mostly of zoning out, reading under the desk, or both, so this is a marked improvement here.
...And now I have a box full of paper cranes.
I feel terrible about throwing them out. Should I hang them from the ceiling? Tape them to the wall? Sneak them into other people's backpacks? Set up little diorama scenes in the stairwells? Slip them on earring hooks and sell them on Etsy? Throw them out an eleventh-floor window like so much avian confetti? Burn them, as an offering to the Goddess of Idle Distractions? Set up a "Paper Cranes: Free To Good Home" box? |
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[Aug. 5th, 2008|05:41 pm] |
Why don't we have a Green Lantern movie yet?
No, seriously- why has no movie producer flung themselves on the rights to Hal Jordan? He's got everything you could want in a blockbuster hero- the chiseled jaw, the military background, the mild daddy issues, the wish-fulfillment powers, the ethnic best friend, the lovely girlfriend who conveniently doubles as the manipulative seductress, the penchant for standing around in a bomber jacket staring nobly and manfully into the middle distance... And Hollywood decides to mess around with some bizarre Jack Black vehicle and then drop the idea entirely? You'd expect Hal to be like producer catnip.
Is it the lack of iconic villains? The Parallax association? The fear of being firebombed by enraged Kyle fans? The knowledge that there's not enough double-sided tape in California to keep Star Sapphire's bodice up? |
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[Aug. 4th, 2008|05:33 pm] |
I heard recently that a friend of mine from high school was asked out by a coworker, turned him down out of lack of interest, and later mentioned this (as a flattering incident) to her parents. And gave them a short description of the guy. Who was black. Which she isn't.
Her father, she tells me, proceeded to freak the mother-loving hell out, shriek at her about the perfidious untrustworthiness of black guys in general, and tell her seriously that if she married interracially she could forget about support from them.
I did mention that she turned the guy down, right?
Damn, when I took out a boy whose melanin content failed to match mine, my parents just asked which ice cream place we were going to and told me to have fun. |
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[Jul. 23rd, 2008|04:51 am] |
Oh, and I saw The Dark Knight!
Everyone else has already complained about the irritating parts and nodded at the good bits, so I shall limit myself to one crazed fangirl theory:
( Crazed fangirl theory. ) |
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[Jul. 19th, 2008|11:05 pm] |
So I'm on the computer at work. I do data entry- they give me lists of people who have given us money, expressed their intention of giving us money, looked like they might be considering giving us money, or once walked by our building with money on their person, and I enter these people in the database. If they're already there, I check to make sure their info's been entered correctly.
I was going down the list and I got to a married couple. They'd signed themselves up as, lemme say, "Mr. Clark Kent and Dr. Lois Lane."
They were in the database already. Whoever had entered them had told the computer to address any can-we-have-some-money-please letters to "Mr. and Mrs. Clark Kent." This is not the default- you have to deliberately pick an address format.
I fixed it. Well, it's not her name, and if she's proud enough of her doctorate that she signs herself with it she'd probably be pleased if we addressed her with it, don't you think? And pleased people are more likely to give us money?
Our database had title entries for "Dr. and Mrs." but not for "Mr. and Dr." Does now, though, it let me add it. (It did have "Drs." already, I'll give it that.)
(Evidence suggests that our database program was designed by nosy British people with wide military acquaintance and old-fashioned views on women working outside the home. Attempting to reverse-engineer what they could possibly have been thinking has provided me with many hours of innocent enjoyment.) |
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[Jul. 7th, 2008|11:18 am] |
You know that meme, right, "if you had a time machine, where would you go?" Occasionally expressed among geeks as "If the Doctor offered you three trips in the TARDIS...?" but, really, no matter where you ask the Doctor to take you you're going to wind up on a derelict planet which surprisingly resembles a rock quarry and is overrun by monstrous bubble wrap, so it may not be the best way to phrase it.
I've always thought I'd like to do something useful with my hypothetical time machine. Take really extensive photographs of the Globe Theatre, that sort of thing. Copy down Sappho's poems, and find out what she actually did for a living while I was at it. Set myself up with a video recorder in the mid-Sixties and get all the missing Doctor Who episodes.
And I'd get Metropolis. I've wanted to do that since they showed it to us in tech theater class in high school, since I saw the opening title cards- More than a quarter of the film is believed to be lost forever-
But I don't have to. They found the rest of it. Eighty years late, but it's there, it's not as gone as we thought, who knows what we'll find next and I've been floating around in a happy geek daze all day.
Thank you, world. That was pretty cool, right there. |
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[Jul. 2nd, 2008|10:40 pm] |
So I just saw 28 Days Later, and I very nearly liked it.
( However. ) |
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[Jun. 24th, 2008|04:56 pm] |
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While I was sitting in the car in a parking lot this afternoon, I kept thinking that something was stinging me in the side of the neck.
Turned out it was my earrings. They've got dangling metal charms which had heated up like branding irons in the sun, and every time they hit my skin it scorched.
Hello, summer. Good to see you again.
My father's broken out the home brewery equipment again, so outside it's broiling and inside it smells like fermented yeast and you can't get through the kitchen without tripping over buckets and various glassblowers'-hiccuping-competition bits of tubing. I'm thinking of spending more time at the movies. |
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[Jun. 16th, 2008|09:08 pm] |
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I have achieved employment!
All right, it's an unpaid data entry internship, but, hey, experience, and at this point I'd take up slug herding to get out of the house. And it's for the public library, so I can shelve books as a break from entering data. (What? It's relaxing.)
The librarians appear to have been very impressed with me during my time doing teen volunteer work, which is flattering. Especially because I seem to remember splitting my volunteer time between hiding in the stockroom reading the X-Men trades and sitting at the Summer Reading Program desk, attempting to teach myself to juggle with Koosh balls from the prize box. I guess I got more work done than I realized in between whacking myself in the head with Koosh balls. |
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[May. 20th, 2008|04:36 pm] |
I have the best pair of earrings in the universe.
They're a birthday present from my best friend and co-conspirator. Now, our birthdays are a week apart, and that week is in March, but I'm willing to overlook a thing like that for these earrings. They're quarter-sized watch faces with little brass gears dangling from the bottom, in the same general family as this sort of thing, and they make me want to put on a long skirt and high-heeled lace-up boots and pretend to be a supporting character in Girl Genius.
So that's what I've done.
I can't shake the feeling that I should have a pearl-handled raygun in a thigh holster. You know, to fight the boarders off my zeppelin.
(Someday, I will post something which involves no discussion whatsoever of my shoes. Just... not today.) |
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[May. 15th, 2008|11:07 pm] |
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I went out this afternoon to buy a closet organizer and came home in possession of four-inch-platform-heeled black satiny Mary Jane-ish things with little purple polka dots.
My inner twelve-year-old tomboy is heartily ashamed of me.
She's quite pleased to be suddenly six-foot-two, though, so I think it balances.
(They were on clearance for the third time and came down to $5.40. I think this is the universe's way of apologizing for the sudden disintegration of my lace-up black stompyboots. Thank you, universe!) |
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