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Writer's Block: High school musical

If you had to choose a theme song for your middle or high school years, what would it be, and why?


"Under Pressure", by Queen + David Bowie. No question.
My upper chest has gotten a little bit sunburnt over the past couple of days, and there are two kind of oddly-coloured darker splotches right below my sternum.

Clearly, this can only mean that I have the cancer. Farewell cruel world etc.
Eff me, but I love 'Singin' in the Rain'.

Writer's Block: Too scary!!

Was there something you were afraid of as a child that just seems silly to you now?


I spent a sizeable chunk of my childhood petrified of radiators - the slightly old-fashioned kind with the big metal coils. The spaces between the coils were like these dark realms from which unspeakable horrors could emerge at ANY TIME.

As I got older, this seemed more and more ridiculous. But THEN, I mentioned it in passing to my mother one day, and she told me that when I was a baby, a BAT had flown out of one of the radiators in our house (where I guess it had been holing up and sleeping BETWEEN THE COILS) and flapped around for a while before (I guess) we caught and released it. As far as I remember, she said I didn't seem too upset at the time, but clearly DEEP psychological scars were formed.

But at least then I felt vindicated in my radiatorphobia.

Also, I just bought my second coffee of the day from the exact same cashier in the campus bookstore. For some reason I find this deeply embarrassing.
'Paul Brians, Professor of English at Washington State University, points out that perhaps a more logical or easier to understand version of this saying is: “You can’t eat your cake and have it too”. Professor Brians writes that a common source of confusion about this idiom stems from the verb to have which in this case indicates that once eaten, keeping possession of the cake is no longer possible, seeing that it is in your stomach (and no longer exists as a cake).[2] Alternatively, the two verbs can be understood to represent a sequence of actions, so one can indeed "have" one's cake and then "eat" it. Consequently, the literal meaning of the reversed idiom doesn't match the metaphorical meaning. The phrase can also have specialized meaning in academic contexts; Classicist Katharina Volk of Columbia University has used the phrase to describe the development of poetic imagery in Latin didactic poetry, naming the principle behind the imagery's adoption and application the "have-one's-cake-and-eat-it-too principle".[3]'

Man, I don't know why an academic deconstruction of a baked-good-related proverb amuses me so immensely, but I'll take what I can get. Oh, Wikipedia. Bless.

Also, expect to see me start adding "and no longer exists as cake" to the end of random sentences. Tell your friends - much like the Lemon Law, it's gonna be a thing.
I think my cat just managed to recreate the Trinity-hanging-in-the-air moment from The Matrix. I could be biased by the fact that his coloring looks liks a badass leather duster, but he achieved some serious air-time nonetheless.
After catching Newton trying to play with the Zoom Groom, shortly after unsuccessfully trying to dissuade Lindy from attacking my toes THROUGH the shower curtain, I have been forced to come to the following conclusion. When encountering ANY object, inanimate or otherwise, my kittehs have only two questions:

1) Can I play with it?

2) Yes I can, watch me! OM NOM NOM.

Ah well.
Lindy the kitten just managed to open the freezer. And then promptly fell into it.

...I don't even know, y'all.

Semi-GIP

I have GOT to start setting up some kind of schedule for myself during my period of (f)unemployment. It's becoming quite clear that, left to my own devices, I'll wake up at two in the afternoon, slouch out of bed around three, and be generally unpresentable to polite society until at least four. Considering that sunset is BEFORE FIVE now, this is not gonna pan out well. I'm pretty solar-powered.

Mostly, I think I just need to commit to being up by a certain time and designating a certain amount of time every day for income-generating activities. And getting stuff set up in my new place. It's not that I DON'T plan to spend a buttload of time playing WoW, e.g. (free 10-day trial of Wrath of the Lich King equals VERY YES), it's just that if that's what I spend ALL of my time doing, I know I'm going to hate myself for it later.

Ooh, I think my rice is boiling. (Also on my project list: getting into the habit of cooking actual meals for myself more. The goal is pretty much to gradually inch towards being, you know, a fully functioning adult. Or at least a reasonable facsimile thereof. Wish me luck!)
It's my last day of work until January, and I SHOULD be using this time to empty out my desk and/or inbox, or, more importantly, writing a couple of last e-mails to my various supervisors. I really like all the people I work with, and I want to be sufficiently gracious and articulate in thanking them for all their understanding and the opportunities they've given me, particularly since I spent so much time and energy just trying to deal with this epically awful year, and I didn't always succeed.

Problem is, I feel roughly like my brain has turned to mush and is oozing out my ears. It is FRIDAY, I am TIRED, and I JUST WANT TO GO HOME. Sigh.

(Also: hey there, Internets. Long time no see. ::waves:: )