Wednesday, December 31, 2008
EDIT: I'll make it concise, you just ramble on and on and on...
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
TITLE: I REALLY DO LOVE YOU! (Nick)
- Plot: A girl buys too much fabric, stacks it on her bookcase, but one day adds one bolt too many and it all falls on her and she can’t get out.
Title: Calico Captive (Squishy)
- Plot: A guy buys an engagement ring, but can’t decide among 8 girls whom to give it to.
Title: The Fellowship of the Ring (Squishy)
- Plot: A woman tries to make the ultimate salsa
Title: The Five Little Peppers (Squishy)
- PLOT: The story of a baseball player and his addiction to whiskey.
TITLE: Catcher in the Rye (Ethan)
- PLOT: the story of the person who drowned in a ink pot
TITLE: Inkdeath (Nick)
Example: A rotten egg to throw at your brother.
You have at least a week for this one, who knows if I'll be on time. :P You know me.
At least this give me a good excuse to cuddle the girls.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
And then I edited my NaNo, and then I wrapped a few presents, and then I went to bed.
And now - hopefully - I'm going to go to the library.
Saturday, December 13, 2008
A plot with a bad/ironic title. You may use existing plots and/or titles, but combinations must be original. You may provide as little or as much detail as possible, remembering that if it's too long, I'll just get bored and delete it. :P
PLOT Harry Potter book seven
TITLE Harry Potter and the Prolonged Camping Trip
PLOT The tragic love story of two leaves
TITLE Gone with the Wind
Thursday, December 11, 2008
- There is the type that writes a first draft the way a first draft is meant to be written, and in the second draft expounds on it and makes it longer.
- There is the type that writes a first draft fairly the way it will be in the end, which takes longer, and in the second draft cuts out all the trash and strengthens a few points, but overall makes it shorter. (Me.)
1) You can join anytime as long as you don’t start reading your books prior to 2009.
2) This challenge is for 2009 only. The last day to have all your books read is December 31, 2009.
3) You can join anytime between now and December 31, 2009.
6) All books count: children’s, YA, adults, fiction, non-fiction, how-tos, etc.
I will be posting my books below:
- Coraline by Niel Gaiman 01/02/09 – 01/03/09
- Wolf Princess by Alexa 01/02/09
- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone by J. K. Rowling 01/04/09 – 01/05/09
- 90/40/10 lloɹɹɐɔ sıʍǝl ʎq puɐlɹǝpuoʍ uı sǝɹnʇuǝʌpɐ s,ǝɔılɐ
- Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by J. K. Rowling 01/06/09 – 01/07/09
- Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J. K. Rowling 01/07/09 – 01/08/09 (I feel like I'm cheating, starting this year with rereading. Easy rereading at that.)
- Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling 01/08/09 – 01/12/09
- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix by J. K. Rowling 01/12/09 – 01/18/09
- MirrorMask by Niel Gaiman 01/15/09 – 01/15/09 (I liked this.)
- Water for Elephants 01/15/09 – 01/15/09 (I didn't like this. It was not compelling. I wouldn't've finished it if I hadn't been lead to believe that it would have a good ending - which it didn't.)
- Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince 01/18/09 (aprox.) – 01/21/09 (aprox.)
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 01/21/09 (aprox.) – 01/23/09
- Nathan Quist and the Curious Affair of the Crescent Earrings by Adam Stück (I don't remember what day)
- Here's Lily! by Nancy Rue 02/03/09 – 02/03/09 (Cute and ultra-predictable with annoying characters.)
- A Knot in the Grain and Other Stories by Robin McKinley 02/03/09 – 02/05/09
- Wesley Intrepid by Squishy 02/07/09 – 02/07/09
- Leaping Beauty by Gregory Maguire
- Nanny McPhee by Christianna Brand 02/03/09 – ? (meh)
- The Twenty-One Balloons by William Pene du Bois
- The Metamorphosis: the Graphic Novel by Franz Kafka, adapted by Peter Kuper 02/22/09 – 02/22/09 (Hilarious. It only took about ten minutes to read, too.)
- Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card 02/22/09 – 02/23/09 (within 24 hours) (First time EVER.)
- Eight Cousins by Louisa May Alcott o2/23/09
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I was going to say a whole lot on this, but now I don't think I will.
I have to assume that Neil Gaiman did the plot and Michael Reave did the writing, because that's just how it is. The writing is... okay. I wouldn't've finished the book if it wasn't for the plot, because I liked that part. Plot and subplot and all of it.
See? Very little written on it. Tsk tsk.
Semmy: I feel about Texas how Europe feels about America, you know?
Finnish Semmy: Oh. That they're a bunch of pompous hicks? ... something to look at in a zoo?
(On the way to chapel)
Semmy 1: Are you ready for some Jesus?
Semmy 2: Let's get some Jesus.
Semmy: You should never have a face like that! Ever!
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
I need a new paragraph.
Or two. When I tap my feet or my fingers, I usually have a pattern, usually in groups of four. (I've wondered if this is because of all my musical groundings. You know, most measures are in four-four time. I generally imagine my beats as quarter notes.) It sometimes goes (R=right foot L=left foot) RLRL RRLL LRLR LLRR LRLR LLRR RLRL RRLL. And that's dotted quarter note, eighth note, six quarter notes. Repeat repeat repeat. And then I'm done. But I do this all the time... have you ever noticed me tapping my fingers in a pattern? If so, that's my "habit," or sometimes I'm just hyper.
Oh, and I have keratosis pilaris for sure, but it's okay. It affects 40% of adults and 50-80% of adolescents, and women more than men. It doesn't hurt. I think the ways of getting rid of it are expensive lotion or just waiting a while. Good to know, though.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
- Birthdays are lots of fun. Now that you’ve eaten chocolate cake, you’ll weigh a ton. But that’s okay, cuz I /love you anyway/ and to prove it I will say:/HAPPY BIRTHDAY! (Squishy)
- My love,
‘Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.’
Something to aspire to. (Me)
- Happy New Year. I bet not all your resolutions are about your lack of talent this year. Congratulations! (Me)
- Happy Birthday to you!/You look good in blue,/Though you’ve worn black and red/Since your husband turned dead. (Me) (I’m no good at anything rhymed, yet I keep trying. Why?? It’s not like I’m *that* fantastically interested in it, that I want to get better. Sure, it would be nice, but I honestly don’t care enough. I can let other people be poets. Like Paul.)
- ‘Two souls with but a single thought, two hearts that beat as one.’ Is this how you feel about me? (Me)
- I love you, I love you, I love you... but I love someone else more. (Me)
This week's contest: A conversation between to foreigners of different languages, neither of whom are good at English. Limit of 50 words.
"I don't take orange juice. I don't like the pulp."
"Who does not like the Pope?"
(Played Madrigal Dinners twice today (Saturday), once yesterday, a rehearsal the day before, and one more performance tomorrow. Will expound if told to.)
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
- If something you said seems to have struck a nerve, do not comment on this fact.
- If she's upset, probably just leave her alone. She's sulking. Attention will make it worse.
- If she's angry, don't be condescending. It will not help.
Monday, December 01, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
This is exactly what it sounds like.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
- "I can kill you a thousand different ways. How does that make you feel?" (Robin)
- “Hand me your purse, or I’ll drink this cappuccino right in front of you, and you won’t get a drop!” (Squishy)
- "Soon the whole world will fall to my power and the pants factories will all be closed down and no more will their evil spread through the land" (Nick)
- "You're not dead yet? Wait." (Robin)
- “Tell me where the money is, or I’ll make you go to your orthodontist appointment, and I won’t let you brush first.” (Squishy)
- “The worms will eat your body very slowly, yes.” (Me)
This week's contest: Bad Hallmark cards.
Example: Sorry for the loss of your loved one. Are you free on Saturday?
Friday, November 28, 2008
- I signed up for NaNoWriMo. Again.
- I read Twilight and its sequels in their entirety. You can have at me later, but I must say I found them contrived, unappealing on several levels, and somewhat trite.
- I ate a Mary Jane.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
- I read Twilight and it was... not as bad as I was worried it would be. (I read it to gain my own opinions.)
- I think Beauty and the Beast is a terribly romantic story, when done right. I also think the Beast should be totally repulsive and/or terrifying, so she really does have to fall in love with him despite the fact she can't stand to look at him.
- I can eat an entire can (six servings) of cranberry sauce almost within one sitting. I can if it's a kind of a long sitting.
- I'm beginning to resent the fact that Thanksgiving falls in November. In NaNoWriMo.
- I find it hard to believe that there are people who don't like babies.
- When I was five I went to a Lutheran Pre-school. I remember four other students there: Nick, Luke from my old church, Chrystal (the only other girl), and a boy named Timmy. I remember Timmy because he left halfway through the year, and I was sure something bad had happened. I thought the government took him or he died or something. I'm still not sure.
- I'm out of words. They're gone.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
So there's this one, which I actually kind of like, minus the flower.
Then you have funny pictures, like the one where the lady is being abducted. I suppose that isn't funny, though. In this one, Ms. Bright Red is about to slap the Mr. because he's making fun of somebody.
They are obviously aliens. Wearing wigs.
Here, Left won't look at Right because she looks like a clown and she doesn't want to laugh.
This seems to have been the inspiration for that one dress in the Narnia movie.
And speaking of fur... this hat on the immediate left is eating the lady's head. And as far as this pattern goes, the dress is nothing special, but the cape! Oh, wow!
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
*sigh* Here's another thing that has to be further explained because NaNoWriMo stole my brain... so a villain phrase, for example, would be "You'll never stop me!" or, "Mwahahaha." or other things they say to unnerve their foes. (I can't think of anything interesting anymore. I just can't.)
Winners from last week's contest:
BEST OPENING LINE WINNER
- It was a murderous day, the day I was killed. (Ethan)
- A curse smothered the whole town. Or was it a curse? But since the boy was a rabbit, and the hog a deer, and the queen a beggar, it was very hard to tell, and only the small girl could figure it out, although she didn’t know that yet. (Juicy)
- A shot rang out in the gun factory; nobody looked up. (Ethan)
- Her face was like that of a beautiful woman, because that's what it was. (Ethan)
- Everyone said that Roger acted like a pig. Even his classmates said he must be the ancestor of a pig, that is, if evolution really happened, but nobody had ever guessed that Roger really was a pig - in disguise. (Juicy)
- In the land where hopefully someday something will go right a greatly scientific thing happened. (Nick)
- Gregory watched the paint on the wall. He watched it slowly dry. (Squishy)
- This is the true story of my incredibly boring life. (Squishy)
- The kitten lived in a little house with a young girl. The kitten got cream and fish every day and was very contented. (Juicy)
- "Well," she said, wiping the remains of her brother's armadillo pie off her face, "next time we decide to bike to Peru, you had better remember to leave your shoes at home." (Rachel D)
- It was a dark and pleasant night…. (Squishy)
- Once upon a time, as onces are wont to do, there was, as one might say, a person who was not very intelligent, only he wasn't very intelligent in the way that he was an impoverished orphan who had no time to study, or that the government had done terrible experiments on his brain, it was simply that he didn't want to know anything, because of a terrible mix-up when he was a baby that made him think that knowing things brought instantaneous hideousness that would render him an unlovable person by all not possessing a soul, and as the girl he wanted to marry was in fact a statue and it was fairly certain that she had no soul, this boy decided to refrain from learning things ever, and that is how he died, because he never learned to live. (Maggie)
Saturday, November 15, 2008
- Come up with the *best* opening line. OR
- Come up with the *worst* opening line.
[EDIT: You could probably e-mail them to me. I think everybody who would enter has my e-mail address. If not, comment and I'll contact you somehow.]
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
The Goose Girl old cover
The Goose Girl new cover
Enna Burning old cover
Enna Burning new cover
River Secrets old cover
River Secrets new cover
This is what the Shannon Hale website says:
Bloomsbury is repackaging the Bayern books in the US. That means, the original Alison Jay covers will remain on the hardcovers, but the paperbacks get completely new looks.
Before I reveal, let me answer the probing question:
"WHY? Why, why, WHY?!"Well, it's a good thing, really. I know we're all very attached to the original covers. Alison Jay's paintings are just beautiful. But repackaging paperbacks gives them new life. They figure everyone who would pick up the book based on its cover already has, so time to reach a new audience. Bookstores might order in the new books if they'd stopped stocking the old ones. It can revitalize a series.
On the other hand, these two posts of hers convinced me to read her blog.
Starting: Choose from the available prizes.
Getting half your goal: A cameo in ... Dies.
Still writing on the 20th: A cameo in ... Dies. (Yes, that means more
than one cameo.)
Getting your goal: Choose from the available prizes..
I could put you in the dedication, or as a character, or in the back under 'TOTALLY AWESOME' or something. The order of the books is Bob, Paul, Ethan, Aaron, Erik, Nick, Nat. (Rachel D, I done told you wrong.) You could get up to four cameos, and exchange them for something specialer.
- Cookies or cake or pie or something.
- I can sew. Ish. And when I say sew, I mean I could sew something and mail it to you. Do you want to find out what I can sew? What I can't?
- I can... tell everybody for a day that you are the number one ruler of everything.
- I can mention you to a Seminarian.
- Some discarded parts of Paul Dies, before I made it a poem? It's in the style of Bob Dies.
- Free copy of a ... Dies book.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Dear NaNoWriMo 2007 Winner,
Last November, you and those typing fingers of yours did something amazing. And while you were busy bashing out your novel, we were frantically trying to line up a prize worthy of your feat.
Our goal was to find a self publishing company who would give every NaNo winner a free copy of his or her winning manuscript in paperback book form. It's taken us until now, but we've finally found them.
CreateSpace, an Amazon.com Inc. owned company, is generously offering every NaNoWriMo 2007 winner a "free proof copy" of their 2007 manuscript. What this means: A free proof copy of your manuscript in paperback book form–just by following the instructions below. They'll even cover the costs of basic shipping to you.
To redeem the offer, you'll need a special NaNoWriMo winner's promo code.
Yours is: [code here]
It's good for six months from today. Here's how you go about using it:
1) Go to http://www.createspace.com/nanowrimo and create a free member account.
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3) Submit your title: make sure that your title’s information is accurate and complies with CreateSpace's Submission Requirements. Your Submission will be reviewed to ensure it can be printed.
4) When everything's uploaded and perfect, just request a proof copy and use the above discount code at check out. Presto!
After you receive your proof copy, you can then choose if you want to make it available to the public at large—everything from showing up for sale on Amazon.com to complete invisibility.
We asked CreateSpace to write up an introduction to who they are and what they do, and I'm pasting that below. You can also read a bunch of their helpful FAQs about copyright, ISBNs, and other important matters at http://www.createspace.com/Help/Book/FAQ.jsp
And if you have any further questions, you can contact them directly: http://www.createspace.com/Special/SalesInquiry.jsp
Thanks so much to CreateSpace for making our dream-prize come true! And congrats again on your NaNoWriMo victory. We look forward to another year of literary abandon together this November.
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Saturday, October 18, 2008
Susie made a Sita face today. It's only been two years, but it seems like so long ago Sita was that dependent. I mean, really. S1 can walk and talk and feed herself, to an extent. S2 seems to have trouble turning her head.
Oh, but she is such a cutie.
By the way, I enjoyed Inkdeath immensely. But now I think I'm going to rant about the Inkheart movie.
So. Dustfinger's scars? Itty scratches on one cheek. In the preview Meggie is reading before her time comes, if you know what I mean. And Dustfinger's firepowers are a little too strong in the world. Y'know how he needs matches? It doesn't seem that way.
Still. Mo is played by the actor off of whom he is based, so that's going to be accurate. I do like the looks of Meggie. And Capricorn. And Elinor. And maybe Farid. And Gwin. And Dustfinger, mostly. Really, though, Capricorn looks great. Not at all how I'd imagined him, but still. I couldn't find any pictures of Mortola.
Peaches, page 385. (Oh boy, Squishy, I'm just dangling this in front of your face, aren't I?)
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
On another note, I have mixed feelings about the song Everybody Wants to Go to Heaven sung by Kenny Chesney. It's catchy and whatnot, but I really can't just listen and not hear... stupid things.
There's the chorus:
Everybody wants to go to heaven
Have a mansion high above the clouds
Everybody want to go to heaven
But nobody want to go now
Says who? Godwilling, this should be why we don't fear death. Who wants to put it off for a little more time in sin?
And this sounds like indulgences:
Said preacher maybe you didn’t see me
Throw an extra twenty in the plate
There’s one for everything I did last night
And one to get me through today
Here’s a ten to help you remember
Next time you got the good Lord’s ear
Say I’m comin’ but there ain’t no hurry
I’m havin’ fun down here
Don’t you know that
Except in Genesis 3 when the devil takes the form of a serpent to mess with Creation. He causes Adam and Eve to sin, and while he's doing it, he breaks the rules of normal animalness.
And then in Numbers 22 a donkey talks, but it specifically says:
28 Then the Lord opened the mouth of the donkey, and she said to Balaam…
(Context, there's an angel with a sword in the way, and Balaam is trying to get past because he can't see the angel. The donkey can and keeps refusing to go down the path because Balaam would get killed. Balaam beats his donkey three times [three] and then God makes the think speak.) So that's a God thing, a way to warn Balaam so he doesn't die.
The Uncyclopedia says if your parrot talks, it's possessed and you need to take it to church (or a televangelist?) to get the demon thrown out.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
- I can't leave my hair down or with just a headband. If I do, I need to rebrush it periodically and stay out of wind. (I often do this anyway.)
- I can't have it in a ponytail the way I'm used to, right on the back of my head. My hair is now too heavy and the ponytail sags.
- (My particular hair:) If I put it in a bun or a braid, it has to be wet. My hair is too straight (or something like that).
- If it's wet and I put it in a bun with the big clip that encases the bun, I can't have this in all day, or it will itch. It usually works to switch to smaller clips.
- (My hair:) I can't sleep on it wet, or at least not if I want to look presentable the next day. It comes out with the weirdest lumps. (This is why I wash it in the mornings.) And it seems more trouble than it's worth to learn to blow-dry my hair.
- If I twist it up and put it in a clip, it has to be a big clip, sometimes carefully placed. Again, because my hair is heavy.
- (My head:) I have to have a floppy headband, as opposed to one that keeps its shape when off the head, which gives me a headache. I think my head is weird.
[insert nice post ending here]
Friday, September 19, 2008
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
Me: Is he under this chair? No. Is he in a cabinet? No.
(I move to the other side of the table and open the small pocket on his backpack. He can see what my hands are doing.)
Me: Is he in here?
Ben: Pacifier! (which is what goes in that part of the backpack.)
Me: (trying not to laugh) Ben isn't in the backpack, either.
(A little hand appears, holding a pacifier. I take it and put it in the pocket.)
(I find Ben.)
Thursday, September 04, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
People here know I sing. I daresay I sing fairly well, and I really enjoy it. (Really really a lot.) Now when we're getting to the Service of the Sacrament and I can't hold a breath big enough for a phrase, I'm between a rock and a hard place: Either I stop singing, or I sit down. I don't want to do either at that part, which is the most common part for me to feel woozy.
Recently I have been in the position to stick my head halfway out the window while driving, and it was amazing. All that wind going by, so quickly I had to close my eyes for all the watering and plug my ears for fear of a headache (I got a nasty wind headache in Chicago at 2 am once); and I couldn't stop breathing. Not only was it cold, which is when I can really feel the breath in-out-in-out, but it really wanted me to breathe it.
It's late. My vocabulary and spelling are dissolfing (purposeful), so I'm going to bed. Maybe sometime I can talk about another plus to having the window down, aka why I get depressed wearing sunglasses.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
* Spelling is inconsistent.
(NOTE: Ick-ick is good for a friend.)
Friday, July 18, 2008
So we were painting Nat's room (blue) when I found, written on the wall, in ink, upside down, in my early cursive handwriting, an ancient text:
Nat is stupid
Nat is dumb
Nat is an idiot
Nat can't spell
Nat is an imbecile
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
However, it seems the 'randomness', or rather, the inconsistency of BD is what people liked about it. Should I just continue to write like it's 2 AM and/or there are several weeks in between sentences? (Meaning the one is hardly related to its neighbor.) I dunno. I am/was rather prouder of PD than of BD, but now I'm just confused.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
"In a regal age ran I!
Raw was I 'ere I saw war!
Oh who was it I saw, oh who?
Too far away, a war afoot.
Are we not drawn onward, we few, drawn onward to new era?
No, in union,
Name no one man.
Now do I repay a period won.
Draw, O Caesar! Erase a coward.
Evil is a name of a foeman, as I live.
Live not on evil deed, live not on evil.
Draw noses onward!
Dump mud! Dump mud!
Draw putrid dirt upward.
Puff in, sniff up!
Pull up if I pull up.
No, it is open on one position.
Stop! Murder us not, tonsured rumpots!
In words, alas, drown I.
A day, a day... yada yada..."
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Truthquestioner! Snap! Obviously Fantastic Honest Person! I don't think you have copies. That should be fixed.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Friday, June 06, 2008
Then we realized we really needed to go home to pack for Higher Things, so Anna went home, but i got dropped off at M's house. I played with their dog for a while (out of character for me), until M + L came home. M was wearing a lot of make-up. (extremely out of character!) I finally got home to pack, but i didn't get very far. I got my hats, so i wasn't very worried.
I was thinking about it on the plane there.
Then we got to PA and were going to register, but instead of registration, it was DoRena's wedding again. (The original was beautiful, by the way.) There were a lot of MHers playing a game afterwards, but i was too scared to join in. I think it was Truth or Dare. All the boys were chasing Paul.
They might have been trying to get him into a mailbox.
Then i woke up.
And i went back to sleep.
My next dreem was about Scottish accents. That's all i remember.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Nathaniel, as we look across the field of your past eighteen and a half years, i see very few prickly, dried-up patches. Your schooling has had plenty of rain and sunshine and dirt. The mowing lines are not obvious, and the mountains in the distance aren't very pointy.
Now you've done a lot of terrible, horrible things. A lot of them. Numbers don't go high enough to count. However, I've gotten kinda fond of you, so though it is very tempting, I will not tickle you as you lie right now on the couch beside me. Besides, you'd just tickle me worse later.
Many moons ago, when Mom was starting to shove knowledge into your little skull, she almost definitely started with the ABC's. Don't you think that's an... ugly babyly horrific way to end?
- A is for AlbAtross, which you Are sometimes.
- B is for Breaking things. I saw you.
- C is for developing hand-eye Coordination, A. K. A. playing video games.
- D is for Don't eat that banana.
- E is for Eat that banana.
- F is for iF only, iF only, the woodpecker cried, the bark oF the tree was as soFt as the skies.
- G is for Gradually realizinG that you were mockinG me. Thank you.
- H is for i just want you to be... Happy.
- I is for It's harder than It looks to be wItty wIth these thIngs.
- J is for Joy! Yay!
- K is for KicKing and Killing Kings with frostbite.
- L is for you being way bigger than LiLLiputians. And even taLLer than i, thank you.
- M is for Me, Maggie. It always is.
- N is for NappiNg, because you are right Now.
- O is for what if yOu were really big? Like a giant?
- P is for Purse-holding, which you have not yet done, but i will laugh at you the moment you do.
- Q is for answering Questions. Especially the ones like "Where's Mom?" They're very helpful.
- R is for making shakes for me, too. The shakes you make taste the best.R
- S is for Sylvia Russia, where all of uS are belong to your baSe!
- T is for Thank you for reading This far.
- U is for Undertakers, and thanks for not being one.
- V is for the Valiant way you... defend me... the castle... from... Vikings. With Vindictive weatherVanes.
- W is for Wine, again.
- X is for Xenophile-ness, because that's better than the usual.
- Y is for You, because i think this is technicallY what this is supposed to be about.
- Z is for Zorro. Why couldn't you be more like him? *sigh*
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Most of the problems in the movie (as opposed to the book) started with Caspian. He's too old, his hair is too long, he's too arrogant. Of course, they did give Peter some pride issues, for interest. He was too perfect before. Couldn't have that, now could we? A whole extra battle scene because of it.
Don't get me wrong, i enjoyed it. Lovely movie, lovely company. Something specific. It was a large-ish group: Mom, Dad, Nat, Me, Nick, Ariksander (great commentary), Anna, Timothy. That last one had to steal a car to get down here, too. Shocking.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Later we had a piano recital at Bethel. It was worse than others, but not terribly so. Pretty small, only nine students could come. Mom didn't want to make a program, so we picked numbers out of a hat (a fedora that's my Dad's, was his Dad's, and maybe his Dad's too.) I was number eight, which suits me pretty well. I played Hungarian Dance, page 34 of Alfred level 6 Lesson Book, and i got the tempo wrong, but people said they didn't notice. I'm officially annoyed with being this tall, because my leg was too long to fit properly under the piano.
ANNA DID VERY WELL, whatever she says.
Last night was a really miserable night. First i had a headache. I was still wearing the wrong glasses, though the ones with untinted lenses, so i assumed that's what it was. I took two ibuprofen… and nothing happens. Ibuprofen *always* works. Great. I drank a glass of water in case it was dehydration, and though it didn't feel like a fatigue headache, i tried resting. It didn't help; if anything, it made it worse.
I was getting kind of annoyed at this point, and it really was a bad headache as far as my headaches go, so i resorted to caffeine: i ate a Hershey's bar and drank two cups of coffee. This reduced the headache to an ignorable level, if not very comfortable.
Naturally this was the most caffeine has openly affected me. I was cranky, bored, and tired but not sleepy. It was ridiculous; it got to the point where i saw black spots while sitting. At least, i think they were black spots. After that i made myself lie down and not do anything, but it was still a long time before i slept, with the occasional stab somewhere above my left ear.
I realize i could have put this in a less pitiable way, but honestly, i'm still tired and i think i want a little pity. Just a little.
NOTE: Blogger won't let me send this right away.
Friday, May 02, 2008
- Saturday, 19th of April: I took a ride with Mrs. S. and her two younger daughters to close-to-Semland for her oldest daughter's wedding shower. That was fun. I won some tulips there. That night i went with Naomi (and Sita) to Grandma's for the night.
- Sunday, 20th of April: We went to church, of course. I missed Emmaus a bit, but it was a good church. With Naomi and Sita we drove to Nick and Naomi's house.
- Monday, 21st of April: At Naomi's, nothing in particular. Fell off their computer chair because Naomi forgot to warn me that it's missing a leg. That hurt.
- Tuesday, 22nd of April: Ditto, without the chair.
- Wednesday, 23rd of April: And again. Packed everything up.
- Thursday, 24th of April: We woke up early, but not quite early enough. We made it in time, though. Just getting out of the car, there was a great guy that took our baggage and put it right on a cart and checked it out and everything. We also got to the head of just about every long line because we had a baby. We did the airport thing and then the flight thing, which Sita just hated. For a while she screamed, for a while she sat on my lap and played with my ipod, in the case, out of the case, in the case, out of the case, until she got frustrated when her teeny fingers weren't coordinated enough to do it all without me. When we got some food, she dipped everything in the chicken dip, i think it was. Her fingers, crackers, cookies, whatever we let her have. The time change was annoying, but not terribly so. Amanda looked very tanned. It was nice to see her again. Palm trees look just goofy. We absolutely stuffed her car, barely fitting in ourselves. Naomi was blocked in by a suitcase. I had no leg room (an obvious problem, as i have legs), and it was not that great. Oh well. We went to a store and Saranita fell asleep in Naomi's arms in the store, so she was obviously tired. We stopped at Amanda's place for a while, where Sita (re)discovered fish and plants. Then we went to the hotel we were staying at for the first half, as Amanda's roommate had a friend over for that time too, and that would be just a little too crowded. Finally Amanda and i went to a play at her college, Bureau of Missing Persons i think it was called, which was really really neat. Really really sad, almost enough to inspire tears, which with plays and literature and movies etc. is saying something. I also got to meet the playwrite, also cool. In the end i was up for at least nineteen hours straight, and i really appreciated the sleep that night.
- Friday, 25th of April: This day we drove for a few hours, which did not make us happy. I mysteriously didn't have my book, Saranita screamed, Naomi got carrot stains, and… it really wasn't that bad, but that's the sort of thing i remember from long drives with a baby. We saw the place where Chilton (from the show Gilmore Girls) is filmed, and we saw the HOLLYWOOD letters, and walked around Las Vegas for a long while. We saw the stars in the sidewalk, and the hand & footprints. My feet are almost exactly the size of Harpo Marx's. Heh. Judy Garland had teeny feet! It was amazing. The Harry, Ron and Hermione actors already have their own square. A little later we wandered into a little Audrey Hepburn restaurant. Amanda sang two songs for them. It was neat. And we went home.
- Saturday, 26th of April: Part of the reason for the when of the vacation was to see Amanda in a play. So in the afternoon i babysat Saranita (easy, she took a nap for most of the time) and my sisters went, and that evening i went. It was called The Further Adventures of Suzanne and Monica. I won't say much about it, but it was good. Oh, and when i was waiting in line to get in the theater, i almost attacked somebody: a stranger kind of patted me on the shoulder in a friendly way. But then he said "Hey Jess, how are you doing?" and apologized a lot when i turned around and was not Jess. If Jess is reading this (i don't know how), our heads must look the same from the back.
- Sunday, 27th of April: This was the hottest day. Must've been in the nineties, and humid. As always we went to church, but it wasn't that great. The readings were great, the sermon was better than it could have been, and the organist was good. (she was Amanda.) Other than that… bad, folk-y hymns, a guitar, drums, a tambourine, even a Diaconal Minister! (basically a woman pastor.) And they call themselves LC-MS… actually, with the things that have been happening lately in our synod, i really shouldn't be surprised, should i? Ugh. I was singing in the choir, but somewhere along halfway through i left to "help with the baby," as i knew i wouldn't go up for communion, the way the service was going. I missed Emmaus a lot. The rest of the day we stayed inside.
- Monday, 28th of April: Finally, we went to the beach. It was great. Sita had a great reaction to the sand, not so much to the water. She'd wait and get real excited, then when the water was coming towards her and whoever was holding her, she just freaked out. Screamed and cried and kicked, everything. So we took turns playing in the sand with her. Naomi went first, and Amanda and i went out to meet the waves. The water was very pretty, millions of little lights glistening on each and every wave, ever changing, each pattern giving way to the next, never to be seen again. I loved seeing everything. But the water was very cold that day, and i was not enjoying that. It came up to my knees, and my waist, and it was still too cold. I knew the only way to get used to it, within reason. "Are you going to go under?" Amanda asked. I nodded. The next wave was coming. I ducked, and got very wet. I felt something thin on my face, a bit like a wire… we resurfaced, and i realized: I had forgotten to take my glasses off. (Is this news to anybody?) I said so, and when asked where they were, i didn't know. So. Great. Not only do i lose my glasses for the first time, ever, in my seven or so years of wearing them, i did it by the stupidity of leaving them on, and now they're in the Specific Ocean. What will happen to them? Will they wash up on the beach? Here or in Australia? Will a fish swallow them and choke? Will they simply sit at the bottom of the ocean and slowly erode till there's nothing? It wasn't very fun. I never even named those ones. I moped for the rest of the outing and when we got back to Amanda's place, i donned the one-prescription-old sunglasses i'd brought. So for the following five days, i wore sunglasses, was very cool, and got both suspicious looks and fierce headaches. I called home and asked Mom to schedule me another visit to the optometrist. I also got sunburned.
- Tuesday, 29th of April: We went to the zoo. It was very fun, for being dark and slightly blue and slightly blurry. I like the zoo. (too bad it was near the end of the trip, now i'm getting tired of remembering and typing.)
- Wednesday, 30th of April: The flight. Naomi and i weren't sitting together for either one (before or after the layover in Phoenix, Arizona), but i switched seats with somebody for the first one. The second wasn't so bad. I bought my own Snack Box, and it was fairly good. We got to Nick and Naomi's in one piece.
- Thursday, 1st of May: Not much, i don't think.
- Friday, 2nd of May: Drive home. We met Mom somewhere close to halfway. We had really good pizza and shopped in outlet malls. Mom and i went home.
Friday, April 18, 2008
What is your Perfect Major? (PLEASE RATE ME!!<3)
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You should be an English major! Your passion lies in writing and expressing yourself creatively, and you hate it when you are inhibited from doing so. Pursue that interest of yours!
I'm leaving about ten tomorrow morning with Mrs. S. for the seminary area for DoRena's shower. Spend the night at Grandma's with Naomi and Saranita, church in the morning of course, then at N+N's till Thursday, when comes (drum roll, please) the flight to California and Amanda Pearl. And that's flight as in on a plane, not flight as in we're escaping to there. We're staying for a week or so, and i don't remember when Mommy comes to drag me away from Sita.
"Cleaning this room is like a archaeological dig." (--Aaron N.) Why does Mother Dearest want my room to be spotless when i'm leaving?
Tuesday, April 08, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
PG 13, i suppose.
I like this analogy here: Mr. Kruta explained that Missouri Synod members should have drawn the line sooner about how much deviation they would tolerate in the church. "Seriously, this has been like waking up in the hospital after surgery only to find that the wrong limb has been amputated and no one will admit who the surgeon was," he said.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
What are these guys thinking?
The one on the left: Let's take stock: I've got my best foot planted firmly
forward, my lemon colored suit with a breast pocket *as well as* hip
pockets, one hand in a pocket, one reaching nonchalantly behind for
the gun, and the mysterious smudgy halo. Ah good, I have the largest
one. Now I must be sly as I turn to shoot the legendary Robert L.
Green. Of course, I can't untilt my head or I'll bonk it right into
Middle: Man! I *knew* I shouldn't've worn my rich, silk burgendy tie?
shirtthing? and handkerchief with my matching black suit, I should've
worn my sickly brown plaid pants and gray jacket! Oh the humanity. At
least my hair is so handsomely curled.
Right: No one can get me now. That's right, they can't even see an
edge of my eye. I'm ready, be it mafia or disco. Nobody's gonna pull a
gun on me.
Also, i think the middle on has some sort of pocket complex going.
Does Red have half a golf club? Why are they so squinty? I think Black cut Red's pants to the silly height they are now, and is laughing at him for that. Red is unaware of his silly appearance, but is naïve and dim, and is laughing with Black because if Black is happy, it must be something that's good for Red too. (I'm ignoring the cigarettes because i think this was back before they know it was bad for them. If not, those are twigs painted white.)
Lefty is an airhead and is watching a birdie. She doesn't know she's about to step off something (a cliff, maybe). Righty just realized she dropped something, and is wondering how to pick it up without getting her plaid circus tents in the dirt. The clowns would get tangled with the lion-tamers, the midgets in bearded lady's beard, and it would just be a phenomenal mess.
The mother in the blue shirt was just leaning in to lecture one of her daughters, when she stopped to smile at the one she likes, the one who's surprised because of this surprise birthday party. The unloved daughter in stripes is furious because they're twins and she's not having a birthday. But she's very polite and will not set fire to the presents, however much she wants to. But if her best friend's brother "happens" to do it, well…
Oh dear. Ohhhh dear. First of all, Red Belt just got a crew cut. She's pining. Gold Sash is walking through that immensely slushy slush we got yesterday. You can see with her pants pulled up and her pretending not to. She's tip-toeing. And Big Gold Buckle has no excuse. I think she's just remembering that she dressed wrong, as this looks terrible in any activity. Gah. So- ugly- can't- look- directly- at it-
(this is your cue-)
I love Easter! I forget, every year, how happy it makes me. But here it is again, making me laugh with delight, singing loudly these glorious hymns, alleluia, alleluia! And the Gospel, how those women went to the tomb wondering how to get in, and instead they find He has Risen! Ha HA!
Friday, March 21, 2008
It would seem humiliating to some people, worshiping this disgusting, bloody and naked Man, hanging off a tree, but to me it is the look of victory. Seeing what He did out of unconditional love for me, me, this one who appears disgusting, bloody and naked. Shameful.
And through this His own Father, the One who loves Him more than any other, is comforting me. I see this reflected in my life through my parents and other authorities, like Mom comforting me at Grandpa's funeral, and Pastor absolving me*, and i not paying attention because i kept thinking of their miscarriage, and feeling sorry for him. (apologies that that doesn't quite fit, but i kept thinking of it anyway.)
* I love when Pastor lays his hand on my head. Dad did that to me when i was little, and it's a very comforting, safe feeling. It was to me the only drawback of receiving communion, because then i wouldn't have that every Sunday. I reasoned that getting the body and blood of Jesus is better, and i could still have the hand-on-head thing during absolution.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Lutheran’s new ‘Life’
• In attempt to attract members, church in Old Westbury will take on a new look and younger feel
BY JENNIFER BARRIOS
(Picture: From left, David Benke, president of the Atlantic District; Gerald Kieschnick, president of the Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod; and Rev. Bill Harmon discuss new plans for church.)
The Rev. Bill Harmon of the Lutheran Church of the Resurrection in Garden City admits he isn’t much of a gardener. But Harmon and his church are undertaking an ambitious “planting” - creating a new type of church in Old Westbury.
Instead of robes and vestments, Harmon said, “We’ll wear a jacket and polo shirt. We’ll probably have more of a band, music that is more in tune with what people are hearing today.
“We want to tear down barriers that unchurched people feel keep them from coming to church.”
The effort is part of the Ablaze! movement by the national Lutheran Church-Missouri Synod, the second-largest Lutheran denomination in North America, with about 2.5 million members. The Garden City church is one of 10 congregations in the United States - and the only one in the state - participating in the new program, which offers grants to create the churches.
Harmon said that the new church, dubbed “The Life,” has taken over a tiny Lutheran congregation’s building on Jericho Turnpike. When it is up and running in October, Harmon said he hopes the laid-back experience will attract those who previously were turned off by church or who have never gone at all.
The Ablaze! project - which also includes more proselytizing by lay members of the church - is part of the Lutheran movement’s response to a world of more immigrants and more diversity, said David Benke, president of the Atlantic District of the Lutheran movement. It also is a response to the flat or declining membership that this and other types of religious organizations are facing.
“We want to reach out with the Gospel. But we have really walked right past a whole bunch of people in the past, especially in the New York metro area, Benke said. “As our older membership matures, moves out and moves on, we have to redevelop a lot of the parishes that we’ve been in for a long time.”
The movement’s national president, the Rev. Gerald Kieschnick, said the Lutheran church on Long Island and across the country will look very different in the next few decades.
“Our church is going to be more multicultural in the future,” Kieschnick said. “There are more and more congregations that will see their Sunday morning and their other activities during the week populated by people who are not just old white guys.”
Newsday (Long Island, NY) Friday, March 7, 2008 edition.
Monday, February 18, 2008
For his birthday, i got an AWESOME ORANGE PURSE!! (Thank you Pasto' and family!) Pictures will probably follow, soon as camera is found.
Ah, went cross-country skiing on Saturday and loved it. Still sore, but had a blast. Downhill was going to be tomorrow, but will be too cold and must be postponed a week or so.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Are the two things related? I'll leave you to figure it out… i'm too lazy. However, i will include the contents (I counted a Babette and a Bob):
The Rival Curates
Only A Dancing Girl
To A Little Maid—By A Policeman
John And Freddy
Sir Guy The Crusader
The Bishop And The `Busman
Ferdinando And Elvira; Or, The Gentle Pieman
Lorenzo De Lardy
Disillusioned—By An Ex-Enthusiast
To My Bride—(Whoever She May Be)
The Folly Of Brown—By A General Agent
The Yarn Of The “Nancy Bell”
The Bishop Of Rum-Ti-Foo
The Precocious Baby. A Very True Tale
Baines Carew, Gentleman
Thomas Winterbottom Hance
The Reverend Micah Sowls
A Discontented Sugar Broker
The Pantomime “Super” To His Mask
The Force Of Argument
The Ghost, The Gallant, The Gael, And The Goblin
The Phantom Curate. A Fable
The Sensation Captain
At A Pantomime. By A Bilious One
King Borria Bungalee Boo
The Periwinkle Girl
Thomson Green And Harriet Hale
The Story Of Prince Agib
Ellen McJones Aberdeen
Peter The Wag
Ben Allah Achmet;—Or, The Fatal Tum
The Three Kings Of Chickeraboo
Joe Golightly—Or, The First Lord’s Daughter
To The Terrestrial Globe. By A Miserable Wretch
Gentle Alice Brown
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Monday, February 04, 2008
Brigitta (3): This is my favorite color and this is Daddy's favorite color and this is… is… what is your favorite color?
Me: It's orange, like Julianna's.
Brigitta: Yeah! And what's… Mrs. R's favorite color?
Me: I think it's blue.
Brigitta: That's Daddy's too! And what's… what's…
(she's looking around, and spots a picture on the wall, one of Jesus and the little children)
Brigitta: Hey! Jesus died on the cross!
Cute though that is, i don't think that's the way we're supposed to remember our Baptisms, just once in a while exclaiming over it.
Hey! I'm baptized!
No, that's definitely not it.
It's probably not like Dumbledore's Howler ("Remember my last, Petunia,"), something like Jiminy Cricket to remind us when we're about to do bad things. Oh yeah, i'm baptized. That means i shouldn't booby-trap my brother's door, even if he did paint my guinea pig green.
Or maybe that's how it's supposed to work, but doesn't because we're poor miserable sinners and we need to actively remember all the time, and we just can't do that.
Perhaps it's like the Series of Unfortunate Events' (yes i know, Anan, you don't have to read them) "Remember you will die," to put everything in perspective. Is this another "in the world but not of it" thing? Non-Christians can't remember their baptisms because they don't have any.
Hmph. I'm getting nowhere.
So this is to influence every decision we make, every word we say, every move we make? That's good with me.
… and Anna has money and shiny hair and pearls and pretty jewelry and seemingly everything…
… and it really really hurts to hear Nathaniel and Anna laughing together in another room while i write out Biology vocabulary.
Saturday, February 02, 2008
- Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
- Open the book to page 123.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the next three sentences.
- Tag five people.
- Tag another person.
But not a word did he reply.
Despairing of him, therefore, I determined to go to bed and to sleep; and no doubt, before a great while, he would follow me. But previous to turning in, I took my heavy bearskin jacket, and threw it over him, as it promised to be a very cold night; and he had nothing but his ordinary round jacket on.
MOBY DICK or THE WHALE by HERMAN MELVILLE
Anan, M, Nat, TruthQuestioner, and Snap.
And, eh, Freddy. If Freddy happens to read this.
Friday, February 01, 2008
You black people who always preach against segregation, why not preach against this month as well? It is no longer the Caucasians who are separating you, but you yourselves. If you have a Black History Month, you also need a Native American, Chinese, German, Japanese, Mexican, Caucasian, Norwegian, etc, history month. Because every single one of these people are Americans, a part of the greatest country in this world. You are too, with the same rights as everyone, yet you chose to separate yourselves by giving yourselves your own month.
Yes, you do have the same rights. You have the right to work, to make yourselves better, to be rich, to make your own name in history, right along with the other black people noted in history. Yet you choose to stay on welfare; to not work; to have children out of wedlock; to make ghettos; to commit crimes. The definition of black today is usually associated with ghettos, crime, and prostitutes.
And the black people who are to be very much admired for getting themselves out of this mire are called 'Uncle Toms', 'too white', etc. You shameful people! You are the ones who run down the name of your race, yet you blame us whenever we call it like it is. You would make Martin Luther King Jr. ashamed of you! All the people who have helped you to have the same rights as everyone else would be ashamed of you, and every bruise, every cut, all the names they have been called, everything they have faced is in naught. Because most of you have thrown away the opportunities they have gotten for you out of their own sweat and blood. You have taken everything for granted. Do you really think they came that far, and suffered so much, to see you in ghettos and broken homes, to be afraid of having money because you would be called 'too white'? That is what they fought for! They fought so that you could have the same rights as the other Americans, so that you could have the same opportunities to be rich and successful like the other Americans, so that you could not only be called Americans, but be Americans in every meaning of the word.
You are not African Americans any more, just as I am no longer a German American, and just as the Chinese are no longer Chinese Americans. You are simple and plain American. And that is a name to be darn proud of and to hold your head up for, because countless millions, of all colors and races, have come together under the red, white, and blue, and under the name 'American', to shed their precious blood so that you could have these opportunities and to remain free.
America gives any citizen, any citizen, the chance to fulfill any of their dreams, if only they work hard and follow them. So don't be afraid to dream too high, and most importantly, don't be afraid to make that dream come true. You are an American - you can achieve anything you put yourself to. Only your laziness, pessimism, and racist views of being too white will get in your way.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
That introduced, i am:
- Durable (i'd mention what won that one, but i promised Anan i wouldn't)
I'm sick again. Yippee. More tea and less cleaning, but that's not good, as the son of the Lutheran Bishop of Kenya is coming on Friday, and the house is still a mess. Oh deah. So why am i blogging?
I don't know. Goodnight.
The oldest three were big helps, and it wasn't hard to get them to do chores etc. The youngest two were a bit different, but still. The three-year-old was too scared to finish The Lion King and required me to stay with her (not that i minded missing the end of the movie) and tell a story, but i like telling stories. And whenever i tried to get something done, she would follow me and repeat, to the point of annoyance, "Maggie!" "What?" "I love you." And then i don't feel like i can tell her to stop saying that.
The baby was probably the toughest to care for, if only because i'm not around babies much. I'm glad that sometime after she woke up, she got enough used to me to allow me to carry her around, ("Maggie, i hold you,") and she was happy most of the time. She went down fairly quietly for nap. She had a crib, though. She couldn't get up and come downstairs like the three-year-old could, and did, till i told some more story and tucked her in with her doggy. They both slept for a long time, and i actually just about finished my art homework. (I finished the rest of it this morning.)
I love coffee.