January 2010
11 posts
I spent yesterday afternoon...
…rubbing my grubby little hands all over a First Folio and a book from Isaac Newton’s personal library. Rare Books Room at the library, I love you. Though I do not understand your liberal access policies.
“Adults are just obsolete children, and to hell with them.”
– Dr. Seuss
I feel a peculiar sense of melancholy...
…whenever I watch early episodes of “The Simpsons” featuring Maude Flanders. Save yourself!
And how badass were the Mongols, you ask?
So badass that, when they were too busy sacking villages to sit down and cook a square meal, they’d quickly slaughter a horse, shove the flesh under their saddles, and EAT RAW, WARM, POUNDED HORSEFLESH ON THE GO. That’s how badass the Mongols were.
RATAVA: An Opposite Day Review
Avatar is an AWESOME movie. The storyline was incredibly fresh and not at all reminiscent of “Pocahantas.” James Cameron managed to very subtly draw some original parallels between Sam Worthington’s protagonist and Jeebus Christ without the otherization and fetishization of the “native” population that is too often evident in such films. On a feminist note, it was...
I want the Jets to go to the Super Bowl...
…not because I care at all about football, but because then I’d be guaranteed some amount of time on a Sunday in which my boyfriend isn’t lazing about my house and drinking all of my Cherry Coke Zero.
yosamanthrax:
Y’all, I get deja vu A LOT. Like I should be studied or something. As a non-believer in basically everything, I’m going to need some sort of scientific explanation for this.
According to the very legitimate source of some psych class I can’t remember specifically or a Discovery Channel program on past lives to which I was only half-listening, some people attribute déjà vu...
Naval Warfare: A Twenty-First Century Guide
I surf the Internet like a submarine below periscope depth: constantly lurking, distracted by cute animals, and, most importantly, under the radar. I have regularly read several blogs for almost a decade while leaving less than a dozen comments on each; I am an Internet nonentity. Thus, when it came to my attention that an ex-boyfriend of mine had dipped a toe into the blogging world, I naturally...
I hold in my hand...
A six-hundred dollar check from the mother of my teenaged boyfriend (the first in a long series of successful cougardom, I hope). It is taking all of my willpower to resist from crossing out “Spring Break ticket” in the memo line, and replacing it with “Babysitting/Sex.” I need reassurance that this idea is not hilarious.