[Technocelestia]

Off a conversation my roommate and I had... roughly a year ago?

( Blue? No. Green. )

Anyway. Move along. Nothing to see here. ^^;;

You guys, I have a clear plastic bottle a little more than halfway full of fake blood. I can't stop tilting it around and watching the sides of the bottle get coated. It's seriously awesome, guys.


Also, unrelatedly, this is still my favorite flash animation.

First off, a thank you to the efforts of Duluth, Mankato, Minneapolis, Saint Paul, and Winona. North Mankato and Saint Peter can have honorable mentions, too, I guess. Rochester, I'm disappointed. Not surprised, mind. But disappointed.

Arizona, Arkansas, Florida, and probably California. I'm disappointed in you, too.

I was going to talk about all the reasons I think Norm Coleman is a douchebag, including a story involving my old girl scout troop and community service. But someone down the hall has popcorn, and now I'm distracted by the smell.

I also have a similar story involving Robyne Robinson, Martin Luther King Day, and telling many, many young children that they're racist. But, again. Popcorn.

Maybe later.

First: Thinner, thinner, thinner! Must have the patience to roll it thinner!

Next: Ricotta > Mascarpone, at least in this application.

Third: Brandy is an excellent addition to caramel sauce. I should get some ice cream to put it on.

If I come up with a successful final product, I'll be sure to share. Speaking of, Fred, did you ever have any success with coming up with sweet potato croissants?

Now for a blatant change of subject.

Sarah, in case you were still wondering, the measurements seem to be the actual measurements of the garments, themselves (if the way it fits in the bust is any indication, though I'm still not completely certain), so be sure to allow for a bit of breathing room if you order something from them. Also, the waist measurement is taken at the natural waistline, which may or may not correspond to yours. Also, my apologies. It was really just too awesome to pass up. >.>

( Reference photo, taken with roommate's camera that hates all lighting conditions. )

Finally, does anyone have any reference images for the back of Julia's dress? (Final Fantasy VIII) Or am I going to have to play through it again to see if she ever turns around?

Fuck you. With a rusty spork.

*whimper*

Dr. Dvorak doesn't have his office hours posted. This poses a problem. This problem could be solved if someone would tell me when the department fall picnic is so I can skip out on work go discuss things with him in person.

Playing tag with bug catching nets will eventually end up with both people facing each other and hitting each other constantly. This will be followed by a fit of giggles and a truce agreement.

When only one washing machine in the entire building is functioning, it is inevitable that some jerkface will leave his laundry in it for hours.

Adding an extra window in the kitchen is not an effective way to get the siding up before winter, dummy. Though I agree that it is quite an improvement overall.

White tends not to be opaque. I have one month to fix this.

I can walk and put hair sticks in my hair at the same time.

I need to remember to acquire the Ouendan games.

Hey, fucknecks! Yeah, you. That's right. You. The motherfucking morons who own the place I live in. Turn my water the fuck back on. NOW!

For reference: Water is included in rent. I received no note about scheduled maintenance. And as far as I know (again with the lack of notice thing) there is no emergency requiring water to be gone. Not that this should surprise me. As the hallway carpet's been gone for the past four weeks. Also without notice.

This year started out well. I went back to Mankato after my short internship in Winona, and not too long after George moved to the region. After more than a year apart, this was quite a nice change. And aside from some hooligans (who still deserve a horrorshow tolchock to the gulliver and a few skorry kicks in the yarbles) causing inconvenient parking situations, it worked out well.

This year was also my second as a graduate student, though my first without any undergraduate courses. That worked about as well as school usually does, with much (arguably unnecessary) worrying, some complete losses of confidence, and an overall good outcome despite it all. It may also be my last year as a full time graduate student.

Halfway through this year was my first time not living alone since Freshman year. And with three roommates (and 2-4 more honorary roommates at any given time) no less! And despite Mother's constant warnings against actually *gasp* sharing living space with other people, ("But how will you find time for yourself and/or space to isolate yourself when you need it?!!11eleventy!" "I... er... close my bedroom door? Or go for a long walk?") that has been awesome for me. Seriously. I love my roommates. I miss them, too. They should come visit me or something.

But perhaps the most life-changing experience this year has been my new job. Taking this coop position here has been one of the most difficult things I've ever done. Not because it's inherently hard, or anything. But, rather, because change can be uncomfortable. I had to move away from George for (at least) 6 months (and possibly up to about... 30... depending). I had to take at least a semester off of school (and may not be returning full-time). But, on the other hand, I love what I'm doing, and this experience alone has been a wonderful opportunity. And on top of that, possibly has opened some doors for me.

And finally, this year has held me as a witness to changes in many of my friends' lives. Some have gotten married. Some are starting grad school. Others are starting businesses. And so much more. I think that I've at least kept in touch with everyone this year. I hope that I haven't let anyone fade away. Indeed, I even have hope that some of my friendships are strengthening.

Here's to another year. I can only hope that it's as good as this one was, if not better.

I got my Something yesterday.

I picked it up on my way out to go shopping and acquire fuel for the vehicle. This meant that I had to wait until I got home to find out what it was. All I knew about it was that it had to be small, because the box it came in was small. Either that or it was shipped inside a mini-TARDIS.

So, after making myself feel like a visualization-challenged 'tard, (separate story that I probably won't share) I finally went home.

As it turns out, the Something is a travel-sized magnetic Chinese checkers game. Kind of nifty, I suppose, but not something I'd ever use. Maybe I'll stick the magnetic pegs to the steel walls in my office.

Overall, though, I really like this whole getting random things in the mail idea. Even if I do end up with something I could probably pick up at the local dollar store.

And now, a non-sequitur for my personal amusement: If you can make a decision that is potentially worth millions of dollars, but can't ever decide what to have for lunch, you might be an engineer.

Seraphael, my angel, how I have missed you. I long to feel the wind caress my hair and the cool mist against my face as we once again dance towards that ever-distant boundary between earth and sky. Come with me, darling. Share your wings with me. Soon we will be reunited, and we will once again fly together. I love you, sweetheart, and can hardly stand the anticipation I feel on thinking of the time we spend together. This could be our last chance before we are separated until the summer returns to us.

( Some Clarification )

Dark knight was fucking awesome.

That is all.

I am exhausted. Also, George and I have matching Mickey Mouse ears with our names on them. More on vacation later. After nap or something.