tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38140675651759509072024-03-05T03:47:08.609-08:00The Universe Is Upside DownThe universe is upside down, and I just happen to have a pancake on my head.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-41877206808894550822010-03-10T14:53:00.000-08:002010-03-10T15:02:16.100-08:00Anne of Scary PEISo, I've decided to participate in this here <a href="http://greengablesreread.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-challenge.html">Anne of Green Gables reading challengey thinger</a>.<br /><br />Because I started reading the first book when I was young, with my grandma, and we didn't ever finish it, and I don't see much chance of us finishing it now, considering sometimes she barely remembers who her daughter is (my mother), let alone anyone else.<br /><br />So, in honour of the great woman who got me interested in the great tales of Anne, I'm going to go with...<br /><br /><i>Option 3</i>:<br /><br />Anne of Green Gables<br />Anne of Avonlea<br />Anne of the Island<br />Anne of Windy Poplars/Windy Willows<br />Anne’s House of Dreams<br />Anne of Ingleside<br />Rainbow Valley<br />Rilla of Ingleside<br /><br />Chronicles of Avonlea – L.M. Montgomery<br />Further Chronicles of Avonlea – L.M. Montgomery<br />Before Green Gables – Budge Wilson<br />Looking for Anne of Green Gables: The Story of L.M. Montgomery and her Literary Classic – Irene Gammel<br />any of the several Anne TV/movie adaption's <br /><br />So, it's going to be quite a year. I suppose I should really get started. Those of you with LJs can follow this either here, or at http://xenontetroxide.livejournal.com, as I'll be posting my thoughts as I read in both places.<br /><br />Yay!Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-70558828920690561272010-01-05T02:53:00.000-08:002010-01-05T02:57:17.219-08:00Millions of pancakes, pancakes for me...It's 02:49 on a Tuesday, the regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man, sitting next to me, possibly whose name is Jim.<br /><br />...<br /><br />Okay, not really. But when you consider that I could instead have We Didn't Start The Fire in my head instead, you really take any other Billy Joel song you can get, however mangled I've just made it. Those being the two I can remember offhand.<br /><br />It's probably time to go to sleep. It was probably time to go to sleep 4 hours ago, but a witty combination of coffee, knee pain, and Ruy's godawful snoring has kept me awake.<br /><br />For approximately 10 or so minutes, I truly considered starting a new blog, but then realized that I didn't have anything necessarily different to say in it, that I wasn't going to say here. You know, eventually.<br /><br />Sadly, however, all the funny I was going to put in this post has just dried up like so much grape left on a radiator, so I'll just badly attempt to redirect my Twitters here. Warning: I think you may have missed about a year's worth.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-66733208287913402842008-11-29T08:57:00.000-08:002008-11-29T08:58:44.538-08:00Inappropriate sources of gratitude...Apologies in advance for the minor-ish swearing I do in this post, I think it's warranted. I did just have knee surgery!<br /><br />[Cribbed from my LJ]<br /><br /><i>*yawns*<br /><br />*tries not to fall asleep on keyboard*<br /><br />So!<br /><br />As approximately 3 of you know, I had knee surgery yesterday. Right knee <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthroscopy">arthroscopy</a> and an <a href="http://orthopedics.about.com/cs/arthritis/g/oats.htm">OATS procedure</a>. For those who don't feel like reading the articles, I went in, had my knee sliced open, and the piece of bone/cartilage that they had to remove last year (as it had somehow detached and was causing problems with walking and such), was replaced with an equal sized plug from the other side of my knee.<br /><br />Hooray.<br /><br />I had to be at UBC Hospital at 08:15, which meant I had to get up at ass o'clock. My parents picked Ruy and I up and off we went so I could be admitted. Relatively uneventful until they called me in to get changed and then be interrogated by the nurse, re: everything I've ever done, taken, lived through, etc. However, she also had celiac disease, so at least we could bond over that.<br /><br />She inserted my IV, hit a valve, had to take it out, and reinsert it in my right hand (which they evidently undid while they were doing the surgery, because I woke up later with it in the crook of my right elbow/forearm. Yay, 3 IV bruises!<br /><br />I was talked to by my orthopedic surgeon, several anesthetists, my orthopedic surgeon's helper, and a few stray nurses, who all asked exactly the same questions, but hey, whatever gets them to open up the right (er, as in correct) knee, is okay by me.<br /><br />Anesthetists and I discussed my usual nausea after general anesthesia. Suggestion was made that I go for a spinal anesthetic and sedation instead. "You want to stick a needle in my SPINE?!?!" I declined, so they said they'd give me a bunch of anti-nausea drugs during the surgery. Which they did, and I was massively happy for it afterwards.<br /><br />The fading out part wasn't so bad, but I could do without the troubles I had fading back in. I was fucking exhausted, so tired I could just diiiiiiieeeee. But every time I tried to nod off back to sleep to stave off some of the bone-deep exhaustion (which I suppose the cocktail of midazolam, fentanyl, and ketamine would do to me), my O<sub>2</sub> SAT monitor would start beeping, because I was breathing too shallowly, and they'd have to wake me up and tell me to take deep breaths. Which was, I agree, necessary, but seeeeeeeriously, I was so exhausted.<br /><br />One of the side effects of fentanyl is dry mouth, which I have been experiencing like fuck since I woke up. I drank so much ice water yesterday, which I suppose kept me slightly awake. Then they gave me ginger ale, which tasted good, and woke me up a little more, but made my mouth SO DRY I COULDN'T STAND IT. Then, of course, I drank so many fluids that i had to pee desperately, to the point where I was in a lot of pain, and sure my bladder was about to rupture. To summarize a story I would never want to relive, I was ignored, ignored some more, moved, ignored, then finally someone paid attention to me, my mom got my crutches, and pretty much her and this one nurse are my heroes, for finally getting me to the bathroom, before I expired.<br /><br />After that, I was allowed to get dressed, and start going home. Other than some dizziness when I first stood up, and the crazy feeling in my knee, I didn't feel any nausea at all. Which was good, because I then had a roughly hour and a bit car ride home to my parents', in the rain.<br /><br />I'm on Oxycodone, and Tylenol for the pain. After less than a week, I get to switch to T3s, which shall be awesome, because Oxycodone GIVES ME MORE GODDAMN DRY MOUTH. In the past day, I swear, I've drank about a Nile's worth of water, and I still want MORE.<br /><br />Between the amount of fluid going into me, and the still present exhaustion, I can't help but think back to yesterday, whenever either I've drank too *much* fluid, or I feel like falling asleep. I'm absolutely panicked about trying to sleep, in case I set off the goddamn O<sub>2</sub> SAT alarm, WHICH I NO LONGER EVEN HAVE!<br /><br />Also, on a slightly more happy note, it's my mom's birthday today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM!</i>Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-14385018721957743232008-11-08T13:49:00.000-08:002008-11-08T14:05:08.951-08:00Peter Cushing lives in Whitstable, I have seen him on a bicycle, I have seen him buying vegetables...Except not, because Peter Cushing died in 1994. But that's neither here nor there.<br /><br />What's important is this (cribbed from my LJ, where I posted the news last night when it happened):<br /><br /><i>Haskell died.<br /><br />He was moving around when Ruy fed him and Hopper hay, but when I went to give them lettuce, he was sprawled, half inside their little house. Usually he's all up in the treats, so, I was a little worried. I felt for a pulse, for the rising and falling of his chest. Nothing. He was still warm, so obviously, he'd just died within the last few minutes.<br /><br />A year less 5 days ago, Gryffin (our English Mastiff) died. I'm just getting tired of November, really.<br /><br />Hopper's not sure what to do with herself. Her and Haskell were a bonded pair. ...also, he was the dominant of the two, so she's either going to be depressed, or start a terrible new regime of tyranny over Blooper and Goomba. I'd be okay with the tyranny, if it meant she wouldn't be sad. She just looks so lost. I think I know how she feels.<br /><br />...it's not like Haskell was an old bunny, either. He was only 3 and a half or 4. But then again, Mastiffs have a life expectancy of about 10-ish years, and Gryffin died a few months after turning 6.<br /><br />I'm devastated.<br /><br />I'm SO devastated, I'm listening to Cotton Eye Joe to cheer myself up. This is wrong on just about every level.</i><br /><br />We took his body up to the vet today, and they'll cremate him. We'll get his ashes back, and they'll send out the pertinent pieces for a necropsy.<br /><br />Goomba's looking peaked, so everyone is going in for vet appointments on Wednesday afternoon.<br /><br />I'm dealing relatively well, considering. However, I'm sure something completely unrelated will, in the next week, cause me to sob hysterically. I...apologize in advance.<br /><br />Also? Is it us? Six hamsters in 6 months, and now Haskell. And possibly Goomba.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-68482833264664949582008-10-28T11:31:00.000-07:002008-10-28T11:32:38.602-07:00And then, the WiiFit made fun of me...Twitterings for October 27, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>14:29</em> *stares at midterm histogram* Yeah, I'm willing to bet good money that 16/40 on the first midterm is me. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978004881">#</a></li> <li><em>17:28</em> I PASSSSSSSED! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978223249">#</a></li> <li><em>17:29</em> I got 46/80 in total, 21/40 for one part, and 25/40 for the other. So, passes for both, and a pass in total. And that 16 wasn't meeeee! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978223995">#</a></li> <li><em>17:39</em> Because Janis will read this, be bored out of her mind, and wonder why she reads my blog at all because she's never mentioned: Hi Janis! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978236117">#</a></li> <li><em>17:39</em> ...she turns 30 in less than a month. But it's okay with her, because she's getting married next year. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978237011">#</a></li> <li><em>17:40</em> Speaking of the sis, her, my mom, and I went shopping at Park Royal yesterday. Janis kept trying to dress me up in ugly sweaters. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978238316">#</a></li> <li><em>17:41</em> She didn't appreciate my taste in ugly-patterned blouses. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978239048">#</a></li> <li><em>17:51</em> And the only baby Halloween costumes left (Old Navy had a hot dog costume last year, which cannot be topped) were a butterfly and... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978250807">#</a></li> <li><em>17:52</em> ...what can only be classified as a shrew. Several of Janis' friends have had babies within the past couple of years, so at least the... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978252059">#</a></li> <li><em>17:52</em> ...costumes are somewhat relevant. Maybe. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978252314">#</a></li> <li><em>17:52</em> Right, she also tried to have a stuffed alligator eat me. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978252742">#</a></li> <li><em>17:53</em> Did I mention she's turning 30 in less than a month? <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978253057">#</a></li> <li><em>17:53</em> We also gawked at the prices of fake flower arrangement at Michaels. That was fun. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978253936">#</a></li> <li><em>17:54</em> Oh, and those Halloween treats from Whole Foods, that smelled *and* tasted like sweet sushi, though we're not sure why. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978254478">#</a></li> <li><em>17:54</em> Pleasant aftertaste though. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978254617">#</a></li> <li><em>17:55</em> All in all, it was a fun trip, even if I was laughed at when I got interrupted and said "Excuse me, I *was* having a point." <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978255729">#</a></li> <li><em>17:58</em> It is such fun to hang out with my mom and my sister. Even if all our roles are sometimes reversed. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978259375">#</a></li> <li><em>17:58</em> "Older sister," my ass... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978259652">#</a></li> <li><em>18:08</em> I started doing that "I'm Surrounded By Idiots" challenge for the Sims. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978271743">#</a></li> <li><em>18:08</em> Decided to name the characters after things I saw around me (not my idea, but it's a good one). <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978272444">#</a></li> <li><em>18:09</em> Main character's name is Shredder. Had a daughter named Scissors. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978272802">#</a></li> <li><em>18:09</em> So, of course, we have the delightful action: "Play with Scissors." <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978273105">#</a></li> <li><em>18:51</em> The Halting Problem: Maybe It's Just Taking A Long Time <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978323673">#</a></li> <li><em>19:06</em> Now, they're hitting the table. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978342323">#</a></li> <li><em>19:06</em> Seriously, neither of them know how to have a constructive argument. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978342558">#</a></li> <li><em>19:06</em> That, and Ruy's dad just makes shit up. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978342757">#</a></li> <li><em>19:12</em> Do not introduce, to a rational conversation, zombies. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/978349919">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by a white chocolate peppermint mocha and friends.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-14527777602516654792008-10-27T19:10:00.000-07:002008-10-27T19:11:35.199-07:00Brought to you by the letter Zombie...Twitterings for October 26, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>00:30</em> Now, use Ackermann's function to figure out why I've been humming Greensleeves for the last 20 minutes. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975894831">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by ZOMBIES?!Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-45153652940292560652008-10-27T19:07:00.001-07:002008-10-27T19:08:10.704-07:00Well, now they're denying the existence of infinite loops, and I CANNOT ABIDE BY THAT...Twitterings for October 25th, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>14:30</em> "Just a second, I'm doing one of those things that's prone to failure." ..."you're...building a house of cards?" <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975411717">#</a></li> <li><em>14:51</em> Ruy, you are SUCH a nerd. Making spreadsheets for TTD? I mean, really? <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975430460">#</a></li> <li><em>14:51</em> *doesn't think about making a spreadsheet for her Sims* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975430901">#</a></li> <li><em>16:54</em> 300 days, a lot of crocheting, and much PotterFicWeekly withdrawal later, I've actually made it to Chapter 29 in After The End. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975539983">#</a></li> <li><em>16:55</em> Mind you, this *just* catches me up to where I'd finished listening to the PFW podcast, and absolutely no further. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975540755">#</a></li> <li><em>16:55</em> Which means I can't even listen to PFW again yet. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975540949">#</a></li> <li><em>16:56</em> Curse the fact that I can't just listen to the podcast without reading the fic. Curse it! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975541516">#</a></li> <li><em>20:34</em> 6 weeks of laundry = nearly done. Last big load is in dryer, and a few small things are in the washing machine. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975734922">#</a></li> <li><em>22:31</em> Rest of the laundry is in the dryer. The finish line is around the corner. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975827209">#</a></li> <li><em>23:36</em> 6 more towels. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975866268">#</a></li> <li><em>23:37</em> And, phew, I finally made it to Chapter 30 in After The End. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/975866455">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by invisible loops that are surely not infinite.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-82693935189177136472008-10-27T19:03:00.000-07:002008-10-27T19:05:14.740-07:00Just set a timer?Twitterings for October 21, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>12:03</em> Surprisingly, "stupid computer vision how i hate you" does not yield any relevant Google results. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/969378472">#</a></li> <li><em>12:04</em> Midterm did not go well yesterday. I kept staring at the paper, hoping it would spontaneously burst into flames. Alas, it did not. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/969379716">#</a></li> <li><em>12:04</em> Midterm Part 2 is tomorrow, and boy am I looking forward to that. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/969380100">#</a></li> <li><em>12:31</em> Except, of course, not. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/969414520">#</a></li> <li><em>12:31</em> Oh, Steve Jobs' lackey, stop bloviating. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/969414858">#</a></li> <li><em>16:24</em> Heh. I may have just told Ruy to download the dishwasher. What?! The internet takes over my brain regularly. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/969706076">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by RUY SMASH TABLE.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-53360519815789030122008-10-27T18:58:00.000-07:002008-10-27T19:02:21.133-07:00Okay, seriously, it smells like horse in here...Twitterings for October 19, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>17:38</em> Alright, I've studied to breaking point for this midterm. Any more studying and things are going to start falling out my ears. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/966793208">#</a></li> <li><em>17:38</em> Also, massive headache. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/966793380">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and a very angry Halting Problem.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-2181568143731823002008-10-27T18:54:00.000-07:002008-10-27T18:55:20.830-07:00Ripping the universe a new one...Twitterings for October 18, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>00:21</em> Highlights of poker night: Failure of 3-person poker, gave up and played the Wii. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964909659">#</a></li> <li><em>00:22</em> ...nobody quite understands the rules, so we switch halfway through. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964910350">#</a></li> <li><em>00:23</em> ...failure at basic internet skills. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964910652">#</a></li> <li><em>00:23</em> ...Goomba escapes, my chair breaks...AT THE SAME TIME. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964910899">#</a></li> <li><em>00:24</em> ...Ruy getting a little edgy about the positioning of poker chips in the case. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964911438">#</a></li> <li><em>00:25</em> ...we can't navigate our own messy fridge, but Kim still somehow manages to find the beer we pushed to the back of the fridge when we... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964911948">#</a></li> <li><em>00:25</em> ...moved in. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964911992">#</a></li> <li><em>00:26</em> ...many, many laughs - while we were all completely sober. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964912376">#</a></li> <li><em>00:27</em> ...periodic distraction by Galcon. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964913136">#</a></li> <li><em>00:28</em> ...whipping out the measuring tape for Roman and Ruy's iPhones. *snort* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964913458">#</a></li> <li><em>00:33</em> ...Kim supplying her own sound effects for a completely silent puzzle game. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964916209">#</a></li> <li><em>12:59</em> Haskell is being all adorable, stealing hay from Blooper and Goomba's cage. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965472220">#</a></li> <li><em>13:00</em> ...I wonder if he knows that's who he's stealing it from. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965473043">#</a></li> <li><em>13:50</em> Mmm, infinite sea of zeroes... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965515889">#</a></li> <li><em>13:55</em> Ruy, the answer to "Do the bunnies have velcro?" is not "I don't know, I've never looked." <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965520002">#</a></li> <li><em>20:21</em> I sense a deep fail in the force: how did it manage to pass me by that Teryl Rothery was pregnant? <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965846383">#</a></li> <li><em>20:22</em> On that note, however, big congrats to Teryl on the birth of her daughter. And big fail for me not knowing. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965847150">#</a></li> <li><em>20:22</em> Not that it terribly matters, but you know, as part of fandom, I should really keep up on these things. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965847499">#</a></li> <li><em>20:22</em> But right now, I have to go marinate fish. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965847637">#</a></li> <li><em>21:18</em> I find it quite fortuitous that Ruy will gladly handle any raw meat, except fish, and I will gladly handle raw fish, but no other raw meat. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965894422">#</a></li> <li><em>21:18</em> We're having halibut and salmon skewers for dinner, you see. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965894694">#</a></li> <li><em>21:19</em> I think we've just about worn out the halibut pun. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965894915">#</a></li> <li><em>21:19</em> And the only drawback to handling raw fish, other than, you know, handling slimy, raw fish, is the smell lingers on your hands for years. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/965895483">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by Ruy's dad, SOLVING THE HALTING PROBLEM, ZOMG.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-16075629538299480692008-10-27T18:49:00.000-07:002008-10-27T18:52:04.341-07:00The Halting Problem: Maybe It's Just Taking A Long TimeTwitterings for October 17, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>14:57</em> Well, you should all be pleased to know that I finally got my pen back from my prof. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964446038">#</a></li> <li><em>15:01</em> Sweet, cumulative PDF of notes! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964450933">#</a></li> <li><em>15:04</em> ...it also appears to be 153 pages long. That's not so fun. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964453493">#</a></li> <li><em>15:40</em> *midterm ph34rs* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964491836">#</a></li> <li><em>17:19</em> Something to remember: This course makes a lot more sense if studied in reverse. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964586797">#</a></li> <li><em>17:20</em> And, you know, the usual these-notes-suck-damn-it-I'm going-to-read-about-this-on-Wikipedia... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964587460">#</a></li> <li><em>18:22</em> This studying is going to go absolutely nowhere if I'm not actually looking at the right window. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964644103">#</a></li> <li><em>19:00</em> And Gaussian pyramids? Only understandable backwards. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/964678370">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by the laws of the universe: broken for the last time.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-54163395593465536972008-10-27T18:06:00.000-07:002008-10-27T18:07:37.124-07:00Step. Step. Twist. Sashay. Elephant.Twitterings for October 15, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>15:07</em> @<a href="http://twitter.com/aeiouna">aeiouna</a> Just a little. It's hardly noticeable. *gets out Canadian flags and waves them while jumping up and down* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/961290254">#</a></li> <li><em>15:08</em> So, in conclusion, the DRC sucks, my prof *doesn't* enjoy stealing people's pens, and I am highly caffeinated and tired. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/961291115">#</a></li> <li><em>15:11</em> Now, I'm not going to mix metaphors, but *mixes metaphors*. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/961295067">#</a></li> <li><em>15:18</em> "One obvious else"? <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/961302670">#</a></li> <li><em>15:31</em> Horse to the front! Horse to the side! ...VO GERBITS! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/961317278">#</a></li> <li><em>18:18</em> Janis doesn't like my Twittering. Nuts to Janis. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/961532227">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by the sashaying elephant.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-6888626166045342312008-10-27T18:05:00.001-07:002008-10-27T18:05:44.562-07:00I objectify your reality...Twitterings for October 14, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>21:42</em> Conservatives form a minority government. Again. Just, with many more seats than before. One more election like this and they will have... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/960163087">#</a></li> <li><em>21:42</em> ...trompled the Liberals completely. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/960163192">#</a></li> <li><em>21:43</em> I'm just pleased that the NDP increased their number of seats. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/960163380">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and age-old bitterness.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-54996275902314223662008-10-27T18:02:00.000-07:002008-10-27T18:04:37.091-07:00Go away, bass line from 'Creep'...Twitterings for October 13, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>14:10</em> Psychic online flash. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/958158874">#</a></li> <li><em>14:10</em> ...which actually sounds quite invasive and involving a trench coat. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/958159251">#</a></li> <li><em>14:10</em> Also, for future reference, you do not, in fact, spell "psychic" with a 6. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/958159532">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by misspellings of "twitterings." I'll leave you to guess what they were.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-69439860303839668102008-10-27T18:00:00.000-07:002008-10-27T18:01:42.441-07:00Was it the *hats* that were tap-dancing?Twitterings for October 12, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>13:50</em> No, Wilson, come baaaaaaack! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956838957">#</a></li> <li><em>13:56</em> Downloading Bones, since I haven't seen anything since the premiere. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956843550">#</a></li> <li><em>13:56</em> Downloading first 3 seasons of NCIS, plus first few episodes of this season for...no reason I can really think of. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956843981">#</a></li> <li><em>15:11</em> Thanksgiving! I mean, turkey. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956904798">#</a></li> <li><em>15:44</em> Canadian politics discussions! I love them! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956931063">#</a></li> <li><em>16:39</em> Looking at parents' pictures from NYC. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956974844">#</a></li> <li><em>16:40</em> Also, you Americans may be excited for your upcoming election, but we will have planned, called, and announced the results of ours... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956975759">#</a></li> <li><em>16:41</em> ...before you're even at the polls! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956975887">#</a></li> <li><em>16:41</em> (I'm excited for the American election too. Go Obama!) <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956976184">#</a></li> <li><em>16:42</em> However...I'm very excited for this Tuesday night, when I will be watching the results of our election roll in. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956976616">#</a></li> <li><em>16:42</em> Even if I can't vote, because I'm sure as hell not spending 3+ hours on transit getting out here to my parents' to vote (my actual riding).. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956977153">#</a></li> <li><em>16:43</em> ...and no official-looking mail comes for me to Ruy and I's apartment, so I can't vote in that riding either. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956977591">#</a></li> <li><em>16:43</em> Dwight says that if I don't vote, then I can't bitch about who other people vote for. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956977953">#</a></li> <li><em>16:44</em> I'll have him know that I bitched about who people voted for WAAAAAYYY before I was old enough to vote. So, ha. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956978399">#</a></li> <li><em>16:44</em> And I never said I was going to bitch. My actual words were "break people's legs if they vote Conservative." <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956978905">#</a></li> <li><em>16:45</em> And, it was actually just Ruy. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956979195">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by Wilson, Wilson, Wilson, and Jimmy.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-5208883406034626242008-10-27T17:58:00.000-07:002008-10-27T17:59:54.180-07:00Do you see towels?Twitterings for October 11, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>12:25</em> I love you, Jack Layton! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/955751067">#</a></li> <li><em>20:06</em> Do you see towels? If you see towels, you're probably in the linen closet again. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/956124637">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by the gnome-stealers, and their malicious sneak-walk.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-4223862518701101222008-10-27T17:50:00.000-07:002008-10-27T17:51:12.976-07:00Mollusk chowder...Twitterings for October 10, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>08:26</em> *IS SO AWAKE* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/954298759">#</a></li> <li><em>08:26</em> Really, there's no need to have office hours so early in the morning. *struggles to function without coffee* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/954299881">#</a></li> <li><em>08:27</em> *wonders how her Sims can be so awake at this time of morning*<br />*glares* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/954301017">#</a></li> <li><em>08:29</em> *narrows eyes at clock* Definitely too early to be speaking CHEERFUL LOUD ROMANIAN. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/954303342">#</a></li> <li><em>10:27</em> You know it's going to be a good day when it starts with your prof stealing your pen. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/954461658">#</a></li> <li><em>10:30</em> Then, you forget the forms that you went all the way to campus so early to get signed, inside Booster Juice... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/954465927">#</a></li> <li><em>10:31</em> ...who probably poisoned your drink with the whey powder you specifically asked them not to put in. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/954466853">#</a></li> <li><em>20:49</em> And then it turned out it *was* poisoned with whey powder, and then I slept for several hours. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/955106627">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by Janis' subtle irritation with my Twittering.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-82142946375455004312008-10-27T17:47:00.000-07:002008-10-27T17:49:11.318-07:00Just not the right kind of lazy...Twitterings for October 9, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>12:29</em> So. Cold. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/953164593">#</a></li> <li><em>14:24</em> Oo. i just made my Twitter background purple. Be excited, y'all. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/953309860">#</a></li> <li><em>15:55</em> I am at least 12 kinds of awesome, and have pwned Rake like nobody's business. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/953410717">#</a></li> <li><em>18:47</em> But, um, not rakes. Those are my nemeses. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/953587914">#</a></li> <li><em>18:49</em> Also, sadly, I had my first random dormie die in the Sims. I resolve to take better care of the rest of them. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/953589504">#</a></li> <li><em>18:49</em> (And not accidentally write "bake the rest of them.") <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/953589829">#</a></li> <li><em>18:50</em> *dances a non-trivial amount* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/953590939">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by a potato...corn...chowder...lamp.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-35214845692039326872008-10-27T17:38:00.000-07:002008-10-27T17:46:47.995-07:00And the only costumes left were a butterfly and a shrew...Twitterings for October 8, 2008:<br /><br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>11:53</em> Dude. They actually did that thing from xkcd - <a href="http://xkcd.com/481/">xkcd.com/481/</a> <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951680195">#</a></li> <li><em>12:17</em> Spatula! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951709698">#</a></li> <li><em>15:01</em> Midterm. *flails* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951908314">#</a></li> <li><em>15:02</em> Final exam, Tuesday, December 9, 08:30. *flails* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951908818">#</a></li> <li><em>15:16</em> I'll simple first-year calculus you. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951923677">#</a></li> <li><em>15:19</em> I hate you, two-eyed activities. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951926970">#</a></li> <li><em>15:28</em> *flails* *flails so hard her wrist cracks* Whoops. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951936959">#</a></li> <li><em>15:46</em> GREEN FLUORESCENT PROTEIN, YOU ARE MY NEW BEST FRIEND. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951955912">#</a></li> <li><em>15:46</em> (And also, Nobel Prize in Chemistry winner. You little overachiever, you.) <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/951956380">#</a></li> <li><em>18:33</em> *breathes garlic*<br />*kills all vampires within a 50-foot radius* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/952123725">#</a></li> <li><em>21:32</em> I just spent the entirety of my half-hour bath singing 'O Holy Night'. There are, of course, two minor problems with this: <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/952298207">#</a></li> <li><em>21:32</em> 1. IT'S OCTOBER. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/952298344">#</a></li> <li><em>21:32</em> 2. I could only remember one verse, which I'm sure annoyed my neighbours. I know if I were to hear my neighbour singing, I'd want VARIETY. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/952298858">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and Ruy's lazy evaluator being lazy, but not the right kind of lazy.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-81895058907820215502008-10-27T17:33:00.000-07:002008-10-27T17:38:08.540-07:00Who unzipped my banana?Twitterings for October 7, 2008:<br /><br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>11:59</em> Right, then the wishing well gives us someone perfectly nice, but the ghosts scare the crap out of Passionfruit, completely tanking the date <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950034237">#</a></li> <li><em>12:00</em> The flaming bag is still sitting in front of the door. I'm sure I should do something about it. Maybe. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950034966">#</a></li> <li><em>12:00</em> She should really just stop. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950036048">#</a></li> <li><em>12:01</em> However, as heir, that's not going to work so well. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950036921">#</a></li> <li><em>12:01</em> In other news, good morning, everyone! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950037106">#</a></li> <li><em>12:02</em> Except, good afternoon (or later! or tomorrow!) anywhere except for Hawaii and Alaska. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950037718">#</a></li> <li><em>12:02</em> I set the alarm for 08:30 this morning. Except, after waking up at 11, we realized I'd set it for 8:30PM. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950038470">#</a></li> <li><em>12:03</em> If they could just operate in 24 hour time, that'd be just swell and peachy. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950038822">#</a></li> <li><em>16:24</em> Don't let your guard down, she could attack at any minute. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950341889">#</a></li> <li><em>16:25</em> *hears classical music*<br />*wonders if she's losing it* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950342184">#</a></li> <li><em>16:25</em> Oh, and I also got a summons for jury duty today. Much as I'd *love* to be on the jury for a criminal trial, I'll be washing my hair. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950342940">#</a></li> <li><em>17:13</em> Thanksgiving is good, but do we all REALLY have to give thanks with a turkey? <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950393087">#</a></li> <li><em>19:07</em> *IS HUNGRY* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950639812">#</a></li> <li><em>19:13</em> *hexes* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950651870">#</a></li> <li><em>19:14</em> Curses! I just ordered sushi again. What the hell was I thinking? *salivates* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950654405">#</a></li> <li><em>19:17</em> Now, Twitter, I know I feel strongly about this, but there's no need to post it, like, 8 times. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950664315">#</a></li> <li><em>19:22</em> Apparently, I have a much louder voice than I ever realized. *zips lips shut* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950678325">#</a></li> <li><em>19:32</em> I'm very happy for Hayden Panettiere's cupcakes. Really. I just didn't need to read about it twice in two hours. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950704207">#</a></li> <li><em>19:32</em> Or, twice ever, actually. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/950704634">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and Tyrone the evil butler.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-79839793351663731722008-10-13T15:15:00.000-07:002008-10-13T15:17:35.021-07:00Brought to you by something hilarious and completely unmemorable...Twitterings for October 6, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>16:37</em> "This calls for the Smustle."<br />"It does?" <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/948939602">#</a></li> <li><em>16:38</em> "And the barbeques. There's nothing like a nice barbeque against a clear sky." <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/948940408">#</a></li> <li><em>16:38</em> ROFL. Oh, simfinite, how you make me laugh. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/948940713">#</a></li> <li><em>19:08</em> Um, exactly when did we acquire neighbourhood children? <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/949091691">#</a></li> <li><em>19:08</em> Ruy: "Is it Halloween?"<br />Yes, Ruy. It's Halloween on all of the 6th of October. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/949092444">#</a></li> <li><em>22:34</em> The dating exploits of Passionfruit Curcubeu: matchmaker brings us a girl who downright refuses to be tickled. But tormenting earns us ++. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/949261337">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, that Romanian flag over there, that empty Starbucks cup, Ruy's iPhone, a map of Oblivion, and a gummy airplane.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-49093673756879086872008-10-13T15:02:00.000-07:002008-10-13T15:04:38.388-07:00And that's the story of the very first caramel cod--I mean, Halloween...Twitterings for October 5, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>20:34</em> *dies* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/947815552">#</a></li> <li><em>20:34</em> All those autumn tubers I ate for dinner, I regret. Deeply. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/947815845">#</a></li> <li><em>20:35</em> Ruy and I went to Park Royal today. I bought a metric ton of wool. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/947816335">#</a></li> <li><em>20:38</em> ...Patrick Stewart?! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/947818843">#</a></li> <li><em>21:15</em> Question: Is texture a 2D property or a 3D property? <br />Answer: Yes! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/947848464">#</a></li> <li><em>21:16</em> *facepalm* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/947848519">#</a></li> <li><em>21:16</em> No, no, that's not actually an answer. You see, or implies exclusive or, or XOR. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/947849235">#</a></li> <li><em>21:17</em> Would you answer a yes or no question with "twelve"? <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/947849642">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by dancing chickens. With little tap-dancing hats, and everything.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-7244932662775602262008-10-13T15:00:00.000-07:002008-10-13T15:02:16.753-07:00Hysterical cat situation...Twitterings for October 4, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>12:35</em> Nearly finished assignment 3 for CompViz (not due until the 15th). <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946421586">#</a></li> <li><em>13:56</em> And I finished it. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946485909">#</a></li> <li><em>20:24</em> Nothing quite like having a nap Saturday afternoon, waking up, and wondering if it's Sunday. ...it's not. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946780237">#</a></li> <li><em>21:37</em> *is awake*...*is very awake* O_O <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946832163">#</a></li> <li><em>21:38</em> I just have this very clear memory of trying to make sure we stayed awake on our way into Everett, and me picking the most awake music... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946832602">#</a></li> <li><em>21:38</em> And awake we did. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946832784">#</a></li> <li><em>21:40</em> ...it's not me, it's you. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946833973">#</a></li> <li><em>21:41</em> It's industrialized metal? It *sounds* like industrialized metal. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946834587">#</a></li> <li><em>21:41</em> Literally, like chunks of iron. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/946834778">#</a></li></ul>Sent into the blogosphere by me, Twitter, and the very first caramel cod.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-67480664040163971152008-10-13T14:51:00.000-07:002008-10-13T14:57:32.109-07:00Now, am I *really* the only one who finds that just a little bit tacky?Twitterings for October 3, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>01:48</em> Aviya and Amarantha (my current Sim legacy) popped out TRIPLETS while their youngest was still a toddler. That was...interesting. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/944684934">#</a></li> <li><em>10:28</em> Groovy, funky Channel 27... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945196437">#</a></li> <li><em>13:31</em> There really is nothing quite like erasing the eyes of creepy-looking Furbies and pumpkins. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945409874">#</a></li> <li><em>13:32</em> Of course, I'm not that great at texture synthesis, but still, quite impressive. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945410701">#</a></li> <li><em>13:32</em> That Furby was just creepy... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945410883">#</a></li> <li><em>13:33</em> However, there was that unfortunately-shaped stack of dice I tried to get rid of. Heh. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945411814">#</a></li> <li><em>15:18</em> Ow. Ow. Acid. Burn. Reflux. Ugh. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945518077">#</a></li> <li><em>19:08</em> Never having caffeine again. Or citrus. Or spicy, fatty, fried foods. Or chocolate. Or tomatoes. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945717245">#</a></li> <li><em>19:08</em> Or carbonated anything. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945717643">#</a></li> <li><em>19:09</em> If that's what it's going to take to not feel like someone is killing me in the digestive system, I'll take it. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945718174">#</a></li> <li><em>19:10</em> Meanwhile, being killed in the upper digestive tract. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945719374">#</a></li> <li><em>19:40</em> Ah, flavoured water. Perhaps I shall not die drinking only water. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945744039">#</a></li> <li><em>19:41</em> This one is *flavoured*...and has sucralose (but at least it's not aspartame). <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945744427">#</a></li> <li><em>19:42</em> Before you complain about my artificial sugar hypocrisy, everything but sucralose sends my lower intestine into paroxysms of defeat. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945745417">#</a></li> <li><em>21:47</em> @<a href="http://twitter.com/aeiouna">aeiouna</a> Yeah, I'm not reading it either. I have no interest in ever doing so, either. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945840091">#</a></li> <li><em>23:25</em> Circe Beaker, your unfortunate nose is...not so unfortunate. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/945900923">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by slide rules.Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3814067565175950907.post-1791425074561432062008-10-13T14:49:00.001-07:002008-10-13T14:50:48.828-07:00All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel...Twitterings for October 2, 2008:<br /><ul class="loudtwitter"><li><em>11:56</em> It's a small world after all, it's a small world after all... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943665475">#</a></li> <li><em>11:57</em> Listening to Monday's lecture. Half the lecture seems new. Maybe I only heard every second word in class? <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943666346">#</a></li> <li><em>12:24</em> *snickers* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943699280">#</a></li> <li><em>14:10</em> "Seriously. What's the obsession with purple eyeshadow?" <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943825567">#</a></li> <li><em>14:11</em> *gigglesnort* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943825684">#</a></li> <li><em>14:11</em> *rolls on floor laughing* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943825814">#</a></li> <li><em>14:11</em> Realizes no one but her family would get why she's laughing. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943826299">#</a></li> <li><em>14:11</em> *looks innocent* *giggles quietly* <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943826598">#</a></li> <li><em>14:12</em> Also, not quite apropos of nothing. It was Sims-related. <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/943827016">#</a></li> <li><em>23:17</em> Yay! Playing Bioshock again! Finally! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/944594986">#</a></li> <li><em>23:31</em> Welcome to the Circus of Value! <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/944603790">#</a></li> <li><em>00:07</em> Postman Pat and his black and white cat... <a href="http://twitter.com/thesexyplant/statuses/944625463">#</a></li></ul><br />Sent into the blogosphere by the age-old story of PURPLE EYESHADOW!Rin: Recursionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04561397743443008230noreply@blogger.com0