Questionable ammoniums...

Twitterings for September 26, 2008:

• 11:16 Stupid. Broken. Git. #
• 11:16 I'll FETCH YOUR REPOSITORY! #
• 11:16 Except I won't, because YOU ARE BROKEN. #
• 12:13 Some people call me the space cowboy. #
• 12:15 Now, everyone to the panic room! #
• 12:16 ...that's a misnomer. It's actually more of a closet. #
• 12:40 I have unbroken git. Everybody is happy. #
• 12:54 *stares* I need to stop attempting to follow this meeting, attempting to build a rake task, download Sims stuff and turn off the... #
• 12:57 ...timer that mysteriously appeared along with our wireless network. #
• 13:02 Alright, figured out the timer. #
• 13:09 Okay, I *kind of* have the rake task. Or the general gist. It's figuring out exactly how rake doc:app does it. #
• 13:27 At last! Rake::RDocTask! #
• 13:28 Also, I found the document from the last time I worked on it - but I'd rather rewrite it, so that I actually understand it. #
• 14:06 Damn. I *am* good. #
• 14:06 It didn't work, but I debugged it, so that it did. #
• 14:06 And it worrrrrrked. #
• 15:06 I'm sorry, but a "flipping sign reversal," sounds just...wrong. #
• 15:07 However, I think he might just be being redundant. #
• 15:08 "Poor quality image printouts lose marks"? That's..um, that's quite bastardy. #
• 15:08 Oh yeah? Well, your mother. #
• 15:08 ...'s shoemaker's dog. #
• 15:11 Now, I'm no lover of clichés, but I believe planning this midterm is something akin to planning the invasion of Normandy. #
• 15:16 Somehow, using an example of "finding elephants," while pertinent for the analysis of an image...makes less sense when applied to real life. #
• 15:16 Um, I see the elephant. It just sat on my studying hut. #
• 15:17 Can't find it in the image? Look for the broken hut. #
• 15:17 Also, look for edges and corners, if you want to be exact. #
• 15:25 Praxis, epistaxis, anaphylaxis, parallaxis... #
• 15:29 "Since (by definition), binocular depth perception requires two functioning eyes, a person with only one functioning eye has none." #
• 15:29 No *binocular* depth perception, or no depth perception whatsoever? #
• 15:30 Also, yes, I did go off on an only partially-related tangent to what we are discussing. #
• 15:31 But monocular depth perception doesn't exist? Yes, it does! #
• 15:32 But it also requires accommodation. With the stretching and unstretching of the lens... #
• 15:33 But I have no lens! #
• 15:33 Do I see depth or not? Or am I just seeing a really fantastic 2D image, and working really well with lighting? #
• 15:36 "People who are blind in one eye have impaired depth perception, but they still have functional depth perception." #
• 15:37 tinyurl.com/4o8bl5 #
• 15:43 Alright, well, I'm fairly sure that the world is not flat. #
• 15:45 I'd say that my depth perception is functional. However, I could never drive a car. That's less to do with depth perception... #
• 15:46 ...and, um, more to do with the whole lack of vision in one eye. #
• 15:47 I can't play baseball, either, but again, it's hard to keep your eye on the ball *and* know where your bat is in relation to anything. #
• 15:49 I'd also like to take this opportunity to use the words "oculovestibular reflex." Just because. #
• 15:53 *realizes she's still sitting here 5 minutes after class has ended* #
• 19:36 And at some point, I will be able to say that I wrote the book on Rake. But, um, not rakes. #
• 19:36 There are better authorities out there, I'm sure. #
• 20:31 You want to fly on a magic carpet to visit the King of the Potato People, and plead with him for your freedom... #
• 20:31 ...and you're telling me you're completely sane? #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, inappropriate ammoniums, and the strong arm of the potato.

Flipping sign reversals...

Twitterings for September 25, 2008:

• 00:28 Dinner is almost done. #
• 00:28 Oh, for shit's sake, it's 00:30! #
• 00:28 Also, when the Reuben was invented, I don't think they had cinnamon raisin bread in mind as the base. #
• 00:29 They could have been missing something important. #
• 00:31 You won't read that book again, because the ending's just too hard to take. #
• 08:07 Due to the hiccups that I developed *again* last night before bed, I think I'll be avoiding the solid food today. Lest I aspirate it... #
• 08:08 ...as I hiccup while eating. #
• 13:34 My jaw aches. What the hell am I so tense about? #
• 13:37 You can tell I'm deeply enamored with my readings for CompViz, when I think up 8 other things that I've been meaning to look up. #
• 13:37 None of which relate to CompViz. #
• 19:01 Never eating sushi again. Ever. #
• 19:01 Don't know what's worse - regular heartburn, or sushiburn... #
• 20:12 It feels like I swallowed a squid. A whole squid. In tact. Probably alive. It is now jabbing me in the stomach. #
• 20:13 And ruthlessly attacking me with its tentacles. #
• 20:14 Now, am I *really* the only one who finds that just a little bit tacky? #
• 20:14 Quite clearly, I am. #
• 20:14 *squid turns over in stomach* #

Sent into the blogosphere by the squids.

And, of course, your lovely riding horse...

Twitterings for September 24, 2008:

• 00:38 That pudding...was not very good. #
• 00:39 Do I blame the pudding mix or the rice milk? Either way, ick. #
• 09:07 Woke up with the damn hiccups. Not pleasant, especially when it feels like your stomach is going to get heaved up by mistake. :P #
• 22:11 Zzzzzzz. #
• 22:12 Ruy is back. We picked him up at the airport this afternoon. I surprised him, because I told him I wasn't going to be at the airport. #
• 22:12 I'm sneaky like that. #
• 22:13 I got the hiccups yet again when I was eating lunch, and nothing would make them go away. So I hiccuped my way through two sandwiches. #
• 22:13 It was VERY UNCOMFORTABLE. #
• 22:14 Didn't get enough sleep last night, so I ended up taking a nap after lunch on Ruy's parent's couch until it was time to leave. #
• 22:15 Ruy's sense of time is screwed up, and he flew for 18 hours, so he's reeeeallly out of it now. #
• 22:15 I napped with him for awhile, and now I'll probably be awake all night. #
• 22:16 I have no idea what to have for dinner. Was going to get sushi, but woke up too late. #
• 22:17 Rather cutely, Ruy keeps waking up and speaking to me in Romanian. Doesn't even realize he's doing it. #
• 22:17 Good thing I have some sort of idea what he's talking about. #
• 22:17 Hunnnnnngry. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, a slide rule, flipping sign reversals, and Twitter.

The pudding, it was not so tasty...

Twitterings for September 23, 2008:

• 11:20 Sneezing. Just cleaned out B & G's cage. Hay dust everywhere! #
• 11:21 Goomba is currently attempting to break into the food stores. If she could wait 5 minutes, I could pour some into a bowl for her. #
• 11:22 I would tell her to stop, but she's just so damn crafty! #
• 11:22 There, see? Dishwasher's done. Bowl of food. #
• 11:32 Everybody is eating and happy. #
• 11:57 Another set of notes and formulae done! Shower and coffee time! #
• 12:37 Coffee! #
• 13:36 A ghost from a wishing well? I mean, really? #
• 13:37 Also, Seeqpod, your lack of Gordon Lightfoot disturbs me. I've had to resort to YouTube. #
• 14:02 Sundown, you better take care, if I find you've been creepin' round my back stairs. #
• 14:31 I *will* finish watching up to episode 75 of Railscasts. #
• 14:31 *is on episode 58* #
• 15:29 Alright, that's it, I AM TYING THE CROCHET HOOK TO MYSELF. I have lost it, yet again. #
• 17:55 Wooo. Episode 62. I may finish this yet. #
• 18:56 What's this? Me attempting to eat dinner at a normal time? Surely not. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, a palpable sense of tension regarding planes and Ruy, and the vanilla pudding that sucked horribly.

I can't describe how much that is *not* the food court...

Twitterings for September 22, 2008:

• 00:24 Okay, autumn, I get it. You're here, you brought rain, and you're not going away. #
• 00:25 I am absolutely *freezing* right now. There are not enough blankets in this apartment. #
• 00:25 Or warm clothes. #
• 00:26 Had dinner with the inlaws this evening. First time I've gone over there without Ruy. :P #
• 00:27 Speaking of which, I can feel all 24 of the hours in the day again, and possibly some spares. I know this means it'll be Wednesday soon. #
• 00:28 Got lost in Sears today. How can there be no visible entrance to the mall, when I know you can get into Sears FROM the mall? #
• 00:59 Frakking windy outside. #
• 13:10 Listening to the lecture from last time for CompViz, before this afternoon's class. I should have done this on the weekend. #
• 13:10 Also, he totally just used the term *handwave*. #
• 18:08 Not my brightest moment: I just slept through my CompViz class, which was at 3. #
• 18:09 I must have dozed off listening to the lecture from last time (around quarter after 1), and just woke up now. #
• 18:09 Man, I feel like an idiot. #
• 18:55 I did finish listening to last time's audio, though. #
• 19:13 Okay, much better now. I've gone over the notes, and he'll probably still be doing the same stuff on Wednesday, and it all makes sense. #
• 19:13 Okay, more sense. #
• 19:14 Ruy called me earlier, and was channel-flipping. Came across SG-1 in English with Romanian subtitles. I demanded to know what episode it was #
• 19:14 He told me one line, and I was able to figure out that it was Zero Hour from Season 8. Yes, I am a geek. #
• 20:08 And now, it's time to clean a bunny cage. #
• 21:49 Done and showered. Now, I can relax and watch H & H run around. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, Sears having a lack of doors leading into the mall, and a food court that no longer exists.

Hit it?

Twitterings for September 21, 2008:

• 00:10 Er, somehow, I managed to not eat dinner until now. At 10 after midnight. #
• 00:12 I blame Apartment Life hack-finding, as well as Ruy calling at 10 after 10. And possibly shiny elephants. #
• 00:12 Alright, mostly Apartment Life. #

Sent into the blogosphere by Twitter, a cup of coffee, the Smustle room, and napping bunnies.

What? You mean there's an ENGLISH version of this song?

Twitterings for September 20, 2008:

• 15:13 Having coffee & discussing life philosophy with my mom. #

Sent into the blogosphere by Twitter, Myrtle Chesterfield, and my inability to listen to Natasha Bedingfield's Pocketful of Sunshine and not hear the Simlish version.

I must mention that my mother is quite wonderful, and that sitting and having coffee while discussing life is a great way to spend a Saturday afternoon.

This song cannot possibly be about sports...

Twitterings for September 19, 2008:

• 00:59 ROFL. So, one of the Sims I created for my latest Legacy-founder's potential spouse is Carmen Sandiego. #
• 00:59 Her Lifetime Want (with no help with me)? Criminal Mastermind. #
• 01:00 Mwahahahahaaaaa... #
• 02:07 Well, she didn't end up with the Divine Ms. S. No chemistry. It's okay, I think marriage & kids would tie down the famous criminal. #
• 02:07 Also? Then you'd know *exactly* where in the world Carmen Sandiego was. #
• 02:08 We just can't have that. #
• 02:09 Right, so our hero (Amarantha Thyme) subjected all the contestants (7) to the infamous flirt test. She had chemistry with 2 of them. #
• 02:09 It was down to Shoe Lightfeather and Aviya Amaryllis. #
• 02:10 Ama thought Shoe was hot, but her relationship with Avi grew a lot faster. #
• 02:12 So, Ama and Avi are beginning their adventure together. #
• 02:12 And they desperately need a couch or chair that is not on the second floor, so they don't walk alllll the way upstairs every time... #
• 02:12 ...the newspaper arrives. #
• 02:13 ...and they want to read it. #
• 02:13 Man, I need to go to sleep. #
• 13:21 Matlab assignment compiled and ready to be printed & stapled. #
• 15:11 I'm not sleeping. I'm just thinking with my eyes closed. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, books about grammar, and Dire Straits' Walk of Life

Sundown, you better take care, if I find you've been creepin' round my back stairs...

Twitterings for September 18, 2008:

• 12:01 Finished catching up on what I missed yesterday. I'm on a roll! #
• 12:08 Opted out of UBC's med/dental for they year. #
• 12:08 I think *someone* deserves some coffee! #
• 12:10 Strange Russians need to stop friending my on LJ. Seriously. #
• 19:21 *yawn* I'm just exhausted. Oh, but I finally installed the Sims (including Apartment Life) on Ruy's PC. #
• 19:22 Also, I just stuck a DVD inside a CD drive, and wondered why it wasn't reading it. :P #
• 20:24 I have to give serious kudos to the Simlogical mortgage shrub for the Sims. IT MAKES SO MUCH SENSE, I LOVE IT. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and Gordon Lightfoot creeping around people's back stairs.

Stop apparating on top of people...

Twitterings for September 17, 2008:

• 00:14 My internet died. Just when I thought I thought I was lonely enough. Twittering to no one on Ruy's iPhone. #
• 00:16 I'd just heard from Ruy too, finally. He's feeling unwell. I can't even Skype with him because of the stupid Internet. #
• 00:19 Excuse me while I go slightly goofy. #
• 03:03 Wait, so, Ativan quells the anxiety attack AND fixes the Internet? That's some kind of deal. #
• 03:12 On a sadder note, it's 3am, every sensible person on this continent is asleep, and I'm so lonely it hurts. #
• 12:10 I feel much better this morning. Perhaps the sunlight helps. And I'm no sparkly vampire, so... #
• 13:04 Having dinner with the siblings tonight. Should be fun. Nice to talk to someone other than myself... #
• 16:26 You know when You're going slightly nutty when... #
• 16:27 ...you *look forward* to working on a Matlab assignment. "Ah, sweet, MATLAB!" #
• 16:28 ...you get a caramel frappuccino at 3 in the afternoon, knowing the caffeinie will keep you up past midnight. #
• 16:28 ...but you do it anyway, because THINK OF ALL THE TIME YOU COULD BE SPENDING WITH MATLAB. #
• 16:32 (Man, sorry for the degradation of my spelling in Twitter. I blame the fact that I type fast and press enter without thinking.) #
• 16:35 ...the thought of giving the apartment a good clean is making you gleeful. #
• 16:38 ...fresh carrot greens for everyone! #
• 16:47 Subject-verb agreement, it is your buddy. #
• 19:20 *rubs tummy* It is entirely possible that I just ate a landmine. #
• 23:30 So...you know that Matlab assignment I had that was due two weeks from now? That we didn't need to start quite yet? #
• 23:31 I, um, just finished it. #
• 23:31 I mean, I have to copy it all into a Google Doc, PDF it, and print it, but... #
• 23:31 The hard part is done! #
• 23:31 Oh, Matlab, you and me, baby... #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and Highlighter Glitterbox.

I don't want to make you sway...

Twitterings for September 16, 2008:

• 12:59 Caramel frap = delicious + poisonlactose = dying of delicious. #
• 13:03 Oh, plus the coffee that will give me horrible acid reflux = really quite worth it. #
• 13:03 I can't help it, it's so, so tasty! #
• 14:31 Excuse me, I have to go and have words that don't exist in my head for awhile, like "kleptography." #
• 14:31 It just rollllls off the tongue. #
• 16:05 *melts* #
• 16:05 Yay, finished audio and visual review of the last couple of CompViz lectures. *accomplished* #
• 16:06 Next, I catch up on Railscasts, and install WinXP32 on GLaDOS. She's way too smart for her own good right now, and won't run the Sims. #
• 16:07 And by smart, I mean she's running 64-bit Windows XP. #
• 17:19 WHY IS IT RAINING IN BRASOV? I WANT RAIN, DAMNIT! #
• 17:20 But also, installing Windows. #
• 17:20 My phone is not a mouse. #
• 17:24 You have disturbed my composure. Away with ye. #
• 19:05 Everyone on PotterFicWeekly, and I have NO CLUE why. #
• 21:59 Okay, wow, I just reread that and it makes no sense. #
• 22:00 What I meant was that everyone on PotterFicWeekly were laughing hysterically at something, and I had no idea why. #
• 22:00 AND I STILL DON'T. #
• 22:31 I have been strangely productive today. I'm so proud! #
• 22:32 Neurotic, but productive. #
• 22:39 Oh man, am I starved for company right now. #
• 22:41 When you start resorting to reading about OTHER PEOPLE'S Sims, to feel a little less lonely (not even playing my own, geez)... #
• 22:42 As long as I don't start talking to them, I think we're okay. I cannot promise the same with my own Sims. #
• 22:42 Breaking the fourth wall is me. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and a smattering of Matlab.

Leftology, the study of lefts...

Twitterings for September 15, 2008:

• 14:43 These pants, they are too loose. #
• 14:45 And I, I took the road less travelled by, and that has made all the difference. #
• 14:46 Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to decieve... #
• 14:46 Oh captain, my captain.. #
• 14:47 The heat has addled my brain, just a little. #
• 14:50 I just realized that I can't type on the iPhone with 2 hands, even though I think that's how it's supposed to be used. Heh. #
• 14:55 Also. I bought pants that button up on the wrong side. #
• 17:40 WTF, there's no NDP candidate for my riding for October's federal election. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, letter-carriers everywhere, and Blooper's under-the-couch hideout.

Jacker does not equal jacket, no matter how zippy...

Twitterings for September 14, 2008:

• 00:37 I have now finished the MATLAB tutorial of 4 days, 3 nights, and an hour. Frakking long assignment. #
• 00:38 But at least I have tomorrow to rest. Rest and clean a bunny cage. If I do it in the morning, H & H can run about all day... #
• 00:39 ...which should thrill them, as they haven't been out in a bit. Blooper & Goomba's cage can wait until Monday. #
• 00:39 Then they'll get *their* chance to run around. Which neither of them will take until I start to close up the cage again & Blooper... #
• 00:40 ...goes zooming under the couch, possibly never to be heard from again. #
• 12:05 Oh, snap. #
• 12:05 I have no energy. None. WTF, even, considering I just woke up from 8+ hours of sleep. The bunnies are going to have to wait. #
• 12:06 Ruy called this morning, thankfully waking me up from a ridiculously complicated dream in which I was getting married. #
• 12:07 My hero. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, a mermaid's tail, Twitter, and a box of ghosts.

Um, television radio glass of water Monopoly box...

Twitterings for September 13, 2008:

• 21:30 And...I lost my crochet hook again. I swear, I *just* had it. #
• 21:31 Ruy called this afternoon. Yay! We talked for an hour. I miss him, but it was really nice to be able to communicate with him. #
• 21:32 Got my hair cut this morning, then went shopping with my Mom. Jeans, scrub pants, zippy jacker and shoooooes. #
• 21:33 I also had a really random nap at around 4ish, when my mom went to pick up my dad from work and my sister went to the dentist. #
• 21:34 Then woke up and evvvvvveryone was home. It was weird. #
• 21:40 Found the crochet hook! It was...quite literally sitting on my chest. *sigh* #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and the word "kleptography," if it existed, which it does not.

Are you, or are you not, a member of the Pancake Party?

Twitterings for September 12, 2008:

• 14:37 *falls over* So damn hot. Hurry up & get here, autumn. #
• 14:43 Feels like I've been run over by a truck. But hey, I made it to class! #
• 15:02 I love a prof that can slip the phrase "preaching to the choir" inot a lecture. #
• 15:03 I mean, it might be because I've had so many profs whose first language is not English, so they don't get all the idioms right away... #
• 15:03 Right, assignment 1, well on its way to being completed. Hahaha... #
• 15:04 Hee, our building has an X-Wing. #
• 15:04 Assignment 1, which is supposed to take several hours to complete. I'm on it, really. Especially with assignment 2 being posted this Monday #
• 15:05 *hides* I'm not ready for an actual assignment! #
• 15:09 Mmm, Snell's Law... #
• 15:10 I should know 5 equations - I know 5 equations! #
• 15:11 *wins* #
• 15:31 Holography -> complex spatial variables. #
• 15:33 Engineers refer to complex numbers as j, and not i? WTF, engineers. #
• 20:17 Cleaned hamster cage when I got home from school. When I tried to move them, Samus sunk her teeth into my palm and wouldn't let go. #
• 20:17 I mean, she eventually did, then promptly went into the bucket to fight with Ripley. #
• 20:18 *sigh* Homicidal hamsters... #
• 20:18 I *finally* finished organizing my Sims downloads. I can play again! #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, the homeless mailbox, and viewers like you.

Quit playing games with my sandwich...

Twitterings for September 11, 2008:

• 10:46 Damn. Managed to get up & to school on time, but now I'm about to fall asleep. 5 min before class starts. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, the number 9, and exhaustion.

Key Lime Pie...

Twitterings for September 10, 2008:

• 13:43 Ruy has flown the coop. #
• 13:43 By which I mean he left for Romania. Although, technically, he's going to be stopping in Dusseldorf for the better part of a day. #
• 15:52 Actually, his flight only technically left just this minute. #
• 18:25 Ate dinner with the sibs. I still don't feel very good, and I'm lonely, but at least I had that hour of company! #
• 18:26 I really want to lie down, to quell the nausea, but can't, because otherwise I'll get acid reflux. Glaaaaaah. #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and the number fex. I mean, six.

Colonel Mustard, in the kitchen, with the lead pipe...

Twitterings for September 9, 2008:

• 00:39 I just rewatched the first House episode I ever saw. ZOMG, no wonder I fell in love with this show. #
• 01:35 And that's why I don't take elevators. #
• 01:35 Heeeey, is that a motorboat? #
• 03:54 The coughing is just getting irritating. Why am I coughing you ask? #
• 03:55 Does anyone know whether stomach acid can reflux so far up the esophagus that it gets into your throat and makes you cough? #
• 03:56 Because this is damn unpleasant. #
• 13:45 Is it mildly ridiculous to add the item "add items to to-do list" to my to-do list? I mean, it *is* something I need to do... #
• 19:06 Gleh. I feel nauseated and faint. And dehydrated. #
• 19:06 It came on suddenly, too. Also, I'd really like to rip my tongue out as it is itchy. #
• 22:12 *forces Ruy to listen to Mrs. Robinson* There, now you don't even need to watch The Graduate! #

Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and the letter π.

We're about to drop an elevator; I'm beside myself...

Ruy, the closing tag is not the problem. The lack of cake, however, is.

• 15:05 Influences on visual perception: CSIFCE. #
• 15:05 Composition, shape, illumination, familiarity, context, expectation. #
• 15:08 I will determine what I'm supposed to be learning by watching these hockey clips. The answer is not hockey. #
• 15:09 It might be that Canada pwned the USSR at hockey once. You know, back when said USSR existed... #
• 20:44 Goodie! I have obtained my textbook for Computer Vision. Now, if only I could connect to the ugrad Matlab from here. #
• 20:45 Heh. So, it turns out that being defriended yet again, has begun to hurt less. Not *not* painful, but it certainly has dulled. #
• 22:18 This was a triumph. I'm making a note here: huge success. It's hard to overstate my satisfaction. #
• 22:18 Mmm, Romanian yelling. Just what I like to here at 22:00. #
• 22:18 In truth, I like DINNER better. #
• 22:19 *sigh* The perks of living with Ruy. #
• 22:44 "Alright, I'm going to write on the whiteboard what I need to do tomorrow." - Ruy #
• 22:44 "Okay, I'm going to Twitter you doing so." - Me #
• 22:44 Work, bunnies, pack, internet, clean, file, email the friends. #
• 22:45 And so I did. And it was good. #
• 23:22 We're just now getting around to cooking dinner. See, this? This is what I have to put up with. #
• 23:22 However, I just bought a new flavour of Febreze Noticeables, and it smells like laundry, which is my FAVOURITE SCENT EVER. #
• 23:23 I should specify: CLEAN laundry. Fresh out of the dryer. #
• 23:24 There is a chair in our kitchen (which is very small, and has no room for anything but appliances and counterspace and us and such). #
• 23:25 Not sure how it got there, but it is reminiscent of that time we found a salt shaker in our bathroom. No one knew how that got there either. #
• 23:45 It's just been revoked! #
• 23:47 ...sorry, watching Family Guy. #

Won't you take me to Funkytown?

Twitterings for September 7th:

• 21:19 Don't drop the blueberry juice, don't drop the blueberry juice. #
• 21:20 *drops the blueberry juice* Damn it! #
• 21:20 Today does not feel like Sunday. At all. In fact, I'm very much surprised that I have to get up and go to school tomorrow. #
• 21:20 At 15:00. #
• 21:21 Ruy went to his parents' for the day to do laundry and have pre-Romania discussions. #
• 21:21 I'm sure they all yelled at least once, so it's probably a good thing that I didn't go. #
• 21:22 Instead, I had the world's best dinner. #
• 21:22 You can add good soup to anything and make BETTER SOUP. #
• 21:23 Or rather, you can take something already delicious, add good soup to it, and have an AWESOME MEAL. #
• 21:24 I'm really building it up here - all I had was potato leek soup (storebought), with (brown rice) macaroni in it. #
• 21:25 But I boiled the pasta in the soup, so it was even better. I really can't describe it. #
• 21:25 Like macaroni and cheese, but without all the lactose. And...the cheese... #
• 21:26 I was productive today, too. Did review of last week's stuff for school. Watched more Railscasts. Sorted more Sim clothing. #
• 21:27 Slowly catching up on my friends' list, as well. And GReader. #
• 21:27 And I crocheted! Maybe things will be done in time for Christmas this year. Or *GASP* early?! #
• 21:41 Won't you take me to Funkytown? #
• 21:42 I need to find a juice that does not have apple juice as an ingredient. I thought I was safe with the blueberry juice, but alas, apples. #
• 21:42 The roof of my mouth is all cut up. Owwww.... #
• 21:43 On an unrelated note, I have a weakness for cellos. #

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Then, we tried to prove Pythagoras' Theorem...

Twitterings for September 4th, 2008, that I forgot to post.

• 10:46 Must be the season of the witch. #
• 10:46 But also, forestry class. I see a fern, a giant pinecone, and...an apple? So, what *are* we learning today? #
• 10:47 Maybe he's just hungry? #
• 10:51 I know I eat giant pinecones for breakfast. #
• 19:08 *flails* #
• 19:09 Sometimes, Ruy chooses really bad times to bring up subjects. #
• 19:09 So, yes, I'm already tense about school, and this being my last semester and all. #
• 19:10 Like I want to think about what I'm going to do for extended health coverage when I'm no longer covered under my parents'. #
• 19:10 Especially given my 300 or so pre-existing medical conditions. #
• 19:14 So, they won't cover anything to do with my depression, anxiety, glaucoma, osteochondritis dessicans in my knee, osteonecrosis in my foot... #
• 19:14 Dear god, I should probably not actually develop Gastroesophageal Reflux Disease between now and next year, or I'll be paying for that too. #
• 19:14 These drugs ain't cheap. #
• 19:15 *flails* #
• 20:59 Allison Cameron for the win. *nod* #
• 23:14 Yes, Ruy, House moved because of alien intervention. #

Ebullient sparklepire.

A collection of Twitterings (Twitter is a microblogging service - I periodically post messages there throughout the day, and they're collected at the end of the day and (theoretically) posted here. Except, I can't get them to autopost, so I just copied from my other blog (which none of you, except Lisa (that I know of), read). Long story short, you'll get a set of these at least once every few days. Piece them together, and you may find that I'm either quite crazy, or quite clever.

• 11:36 Teardrop on the fire... #
• 13:03 Yes, I'm glad it's 84 degrees and brightly sunny in Cupertino. This does not apply while I'm in Vancouver. #
• 13:04 ...it's 61 degrees here. Well, geez, I know I said I was too hot... *changes to Celsius* #
• 13:06 First day of school yesterday. One class, 5 minutes long, quite literally. Prof is freakin' ancient. #
• 13:07 The funny part of all this being, of course, that he recognized my last name. #
• 13:07 Because of my dad. #
• 13:07 Did I mention it was a Forestry class and this guy was ancient? #
• 13:08 How do you still recognize a last name 40 years later? #
• 13:08 The best part of this, being, I will get called on a lot, since I'm one of the 2 in the class whose name he already knows. #
• 13:08 Damn it, there goes my anonymity. #
• 13:09 Computer Vision this afternoon. I'm fairly certain I'll just blend right into that class. #
• 13:10 Or put my head through the wall due to the calculus. #
• 13:31 Eh, I guess we'll see. #
• 13:32 2 hour Bones premiere tonight. Nobody call between the hours of 19:45 and 22:15. I need the 15 minute buffer zone on either side. #
• 13:32 For hyperventilating. #
• 13:45 How did I end up in debug mode for Seeqpod? #
• 13:45 Hava nagila! #
• 16:38 The date today is not the 9th, nor is it the 5th. ...at least I go the year right. #
• 16:38 Undergraduate information sheep. #
• 16:38 Hi, Bob! #
• 16:39 I, [subject name here], hereby promise not to fall asleep in this class. Much. #
• 16:39 ...if he makes me swivel to the left once more, I'm flinging my pen at him. #
• 16:40 [So, of course, he spent the entire class on the left side of the classroom.] #
• 16:40 "I like to tell stories" does not read "I like tall shoes." #
• 16:40 ...I wonder if he'll tell stories about tall shoes. #
• 16:41 Didn't bring laptop to class. So, yes, I manual-Twittered while I sat there. Pathetic, no? #
• 16:41 So, this *gets distracted*... #
• 16:42 Right, so this is apparently going to be the class that BLOWS MY MIND, OMG. #
• 16:42 I shit you not. #
• 16:54 Wikipedia is not a verb. #
• 16:55 Do you say you're going to go an "encyclopedia" something? #
• 16:55 ...okay, *normal* people, do you say you're going to go and encyclopedia something? #
• 17:08 Where the hell is a good dictionary when you want to sit down and read one? #
• 23:57 You do *not* want to know what we just found in our cupboard. #
• 23:57 All I can say is...*shudder*. #
• 00:06 And Ruy's just making terrible puns. #

Thematic excavation...

So, you're probably all wondering where the hell I've been for 4 months.  There's a long answer, and a short answer.

The short answer is: away.

...

Oh, you wanted the long answer?

Alright, then...

It all began in the summer of 1967.  The trees were blue, the sky was green...

Or, more seriously, it was May of 2008.  The Yankees had just won the...

It was the summer of 2008.  I played a lot of The Sims.  I had a birthday (I turned an unimpressive 23).  I got a job working for the same company as Ruy (though, rather unfortunately, Ruy is the one who "suggests" what I should work on next, which can be quite irritating, considering everything I've been assigned so far has either been not good enough, unappreciated, or in some cases, just plain not read at all).  We rescued 2 more bunnies, and named them Goomba and Blooper, after two characters in the Mario series of games.  They're both girls.

I learned stuff, wrote stuff, and did stuff.  Then I went on a roadtrip.  You'll get that write-up as soon as I have time to post it.  Long story short, we went to California.

I'm back at school for my last semester.  Two classes: Computer Vision, and Principles of Forestry Science.  Forestry Science taught by an ancient professor emeritus, which, by virtue of that fact, meant that he remembered the name Drozdiak.

Hava nagila!

For I am to update this blog more often.

...wait, I'm not Jewish.  Whatever, it's a good Hebrew folk song.

Janis would like me to announce that she is now engaged.  I'm sure that the, you know, 2 of you who didn't already know are quite pleased to hear this.  She's getting married next October.  I'm her maid of honour (of course).  She is not making me wear ugly kiwi green.  I am pleased.

It's definitely something.

I am decidedly not dead.  I'm not avoiding Facebook, except to the extent that I am avoiding Facebook.  I know I owe someone about 3 emails, and should probably get to that.  I suck at being a niece?

More updates later.  Work, work, work, school, school, lunch, House.