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Coop, can you please come run over a few of the undergrads at my school, too? *catching contagious evil grin* Hi everyone. I am now two days into being coffeeless. Well, I had a decaf yesterday, but it tasted like nothing and seemed to do nothing to me, so I think I can still count that as a coffeeless day. I was even nearby my most favorite coffee place today and talked myself out of going there. It wasn't easy though, let me tell you. My goal is one week. I always feel like the lack of coffee will turn me into a scowling little gnome, it's that depressing to live without it. The stuff is really bad for my health, though. I've got a show coming up in two weeks, and I am a little STRESSED out about it. The show is only going to be up for one week, but I will have a critique, a semester review, an opening reception, and an open house (all of the grad students open their studios to the locals for the night and everyone parties), all in that one week. So this show is kind of important. The problem is that this is my first semester in grad school, and I haven't had a chance to really make much new work yet. Also, I just graduated from my other school over the summer and had a show then. It's all just too swift. I am damn tired. You know what's weird? I got a pretty bad scrape on my finger yesterday when I was moving my slide projector, and today the scrape is the precise shape of a heart. How about that?! Should I advertise and charge admission for people to see the miracle? :) Hi Anna. I haven't figured out how to put up a page yet, either. I hope to figure it out during my break this coming month, but I don't even know yet what in the world I'll be doing with my space. I love what the others have done so far. This is a great bunch of folks here. Hope you enjoy it.
Anna I had heard about some malicious uses of Windows Messenger. The bastards. LOL, when our IT guys want to send us a stupid message (like "Everybody please get off the phone, we need to reboot the system" - stay away from IP phones! they suck) they get on the intercom. Or, they don't bother telling us at all, they just cut off all the phone lines, like we've suddenly fallen into the very bad movie Panic Room. I ate lunch today at the Rhode Island School of Design cafeteria. A nice, hot lunch for five bucks, can't beat it. Sometimes I do miss college cafeteria food. We were getting quizzical looks because of our business suits and non-purple hair, nothing unfriendly. The street-facing outer walls of the building are very plain brick, and the only distinguishing factor is the number of purple-haired students who like to dart out in front of my car when I'm on my way to therapy. I always feel like yelling out the window "Outta my way! Unmedicated psych patient coming through!" Heh. Once you're up the stairs, you're in a beautiful, tiled courtyard with fountains and flowers. Even in the middle of November. No wonder the purple-haired undergrads always look so damn relaxed when they bounce off the hood of my car. *evil grin* I'm going there for lunch more often.
coop After much investigation, I found the source of the annoying pop-up windows. It was Windows. It was fucking Windows! Messages about viewing people's webcams, getting fake diplomas, etc.., all provided by a tiny messenger service developed by Microsoft to allow system administrators to message people with bullshit. I found the source and disabled it. If anyone gets these messages and wants to know how to disable them, let me know. Fucking windows.
jimmy badum-cha! maine is exotic...really. during the summer the mosquito count is equivalent to the one in, say, a small uninhabited tropical island. and freeport is a shopper's dream, really, with all those large outlet stores that are massive and remind me of some sort of hidden paradise that is all shop all the time. Incidentally, Buy Nothing Day is Nov. 29th. So is Steal Nothing Day, done by some anarchists. I remember being at an anti-war protest and a bunch of anarchists had a sign that said "Fuck your war, Class war instead!" The other day I came up with the best little theory of mine (yet). Abercrombie and Fitch is racist, Gap is corporate, Nike uses sweatshops, Walmart is big and racist, and the list goes on. My solution to this all, is to buy expensive little boutique clothing. This started during the summer when I started buying clothing from little boutiques and when I looked at the labels, it said "Made in France" or something. While I could be proved wrong and some little child with bleeding fingertips could have made those pair of pants or such, I do believe that this could be my solution to who to buy clothing from dilemna. Of course I wouldn't buy a pair of 90 dollar pants oh so often...just say, once every year or 2 yrs and they could last me a very long time. Then again this could be more signs of what a consumer I am. There is no winning, is there?
x That isn't lame. Lame is when you tell someone "hey, let's go out this evening, Harry Potter is playing at the Gaslamp theater", and when the person calls you to go out, you don't answer the phone. Lame is when you're talking on your cellphone while on the freeway, tail-gating the person in front of you, and your blinker has been on for the past 8 miles. Lame is when you're driving and someone allows you to get over on a busy street because your lane is closed due to construction, and then someone wants to do it in front of YOU and is waiting for you to let them over, and you just blow them off and drive ahead of them. Lame is when you borrow money from someone and then decide not to call them for 2 years because of it and it was only 20 bucks. And I think lame is like, when you're missing a leg or something, or you've hurt your knees and you're like, a horse. Oh, I forgot to mention...if you want your the front page of your site to be accessible just by going to www.xenius.org/cuddlecore (this makes it easy for people who are navigating the members page which blows anyhow because I put it online when I was n't even finished with it) then rename it to "index.html". That way, when someone goes to the www.xenius.org/cuddlecore link they'll flop right onto your webpage, and they don't have to go to anything complicated. This isn't really necessary though. BwAh!
jimmy I'm sure i will have lots of questions about moving my space thanks a lot. Im really not very computer oriented. Sorry for being lame. oxox Anna Cuddlecore
Anna You rock Jimmy - thanks! Zipping it worked fine.
coop So it's in the hive, thar, Coop de Grace. I zipped it so it might make it past your anal IT guys. If it doesn't, let me know at work and I'll try changing the file extension to a word document and hope that it doesn't alter the file...Wah wah wah wah!!! I had a dream about Anagram last night. It was the haunting "bite me" comment and the imagery of an attack banana. Very disturbing. Luckily I woke up because I discovered that both of my dates at the party anagram was at were making out under a mattress with two other guys. Serves me right for thinking I can bring two dates to a party. What is my cranium, Salt Lake city?
jimmy Welcome Anna! (cuddlecore) I guess that you & Anna (anagram) will have to work out the name thing amongst yourselves, LOL. Heh Jimmy! Radiohead, indeed. The scary thing is that I already had the Leonard Nimoy MP3, it came on a Dr. Demento compilation. *coop blushes furiously* I really need that Ministry song on MP3, I'm sure it would freak my coworkers out. (they have enough trouble with "Hello Dad, I'm in Jail!" by Was (Not Was))
coop Well shit. Now there are two Annas. Welcome aboard, Cuddlecore! Let us know if you have any questions about moving in to your space. ____________________________________________ Mary, when I saw the Leonard Nemoy film I was at work and couldn't actually hear it. I thought to myself, well if she thinks that's bad, wait'll she hears my Leonard Nimoy "Bilbo Baggins" mp3, and resolved to upload it for you when I got home. So uh...I guess you've already heard it. I remember thinking to call the link Leonard Nimoy's Second Darkest Hour. Oh well...at least now we have both the video and the mp3. How did I come across it? Some asshole labelled it "Radiohead - Rare" and put it in their shared directory on Gnutella. A very, very bad joke, especially since I had a dial-up at the time. I did manage to laugh about it though. I take issue with the song a little bit. Bilbo didn't steal the ring, he won it fair and square (with a little luck). And so with that, ding dang a dong bong bing bong ticky ticky thought of a gun. Nemoy built my car. It's a love affair. Mainly Nemoy and my hotrod. Yeah, fuck it!
jimmy This is my first post. I thought i'd drop by to say hi. oxox Anna Cuddlecore
Anna Ach, hope you're feeling better soon Jeff. I am going to Indianapolis for Thanksgiving - which you can consider exotic if you live on Jupiter, and only jet-set to Earth for such tempting delicacies as chicken-fried steak. Another one of those double divorced-inlaws holidays. Thursday dinner with Mom, Friday with Dad. Yeow. OK, I have to edit - what is so much better about Barnes & Noble than Amazon? I smell corporate sponsorship of your grammar class. heh. Here is something that may or may not cheer you up: Leonard Nimoy's darkest hour (Quicktime movie) Jesus drives a hotrod, of course.
coop I fixed the link below. :) I've been wicked sick. It's a headcold, and I was worried about pleursy as I was having stabbing pains all day yesterday whenever I coughed, which was frequently, but that seems to have gone away, thankfully. I'm at work, and actually being sick here isn't so bad. I'm already so miserable it makes everything else seem better. And I have the potential to make people who really annoy me sick, which is evil of me, but, well, they deserve it. I have to ask, is anyone else planning on jetting off someplace exotic? I'm going to Maine for Thanksgiving, which bears no resemblance to any place in Europe, except maybe like, Iceland. When I use Messenger it usually starts with an annoying pop-up ad, but only one. Kazaa has these new random ads that run with the program, the new ads contain audio. The first time one came on, I jumped in my seat. I was early for the grammar class, but couldn't find it, and ended up arriving an hour late, which sucked. It's just as well because it wasn't really about editing so much as a book publisher/editor droning on about what a noble enterprise being a book publisher is. I was sick and tired and late, otherwise I probably would have got on her for being The Man. Which she was. I mean, some guy spends 2 years writing a book and he gets 10% of the profits, minus 15% of that to his agent, minus misc. bullshit expenses the noble publisher bills to him (200 bucks for obtaining photo rights, for example- why the hell would a writer even want pictures in his damn book - answer: publisher wants them). So if the book, priced at 35 bucks, sells 10,000 copies, the writer gets 35 grand, minus -5000 to his agent, for a grand total of 30,000, spread over two years. So the writer makes about 15,000 a year, but is happy because his work is out there. Noble publishers my ass. She also said everyone should buy books from independent bookstores or Barnes and Noble and shun amazon b/k they're killing publishers. I wanted to say "Do you know what I eat?" Jesus, I'm not going to start supporting publishers like they're starving kids in Africa. Speaking of Jesus, what WOULD he drive? Wouldn't he walk? Or would he need a minivan for all those apostles? Or would he have John Travolta fly him around in a jet???
jeffron x I guess I didn't get to "see" you off, Sarah... have a safe trip, we want to hear all about it when you get back! I was supposed to go to Florence for a semester my junior year, but the trip fell through due to a family financial crisis, sigh. Someday. Italy isn't particularly going anywhere, or I hope not. Hey, we found an apartment yesterday! It's the second floor of an old house, much more character than the matte white-painted shoebox we live in now. I love the architecture and the location. It's within walking distance of the commuter rail, and our friends' house. We move in January 1st, which ought to be funny, since for the past several years we have spent New Year's in a drunken state of bliss with Jen & Jeremy. Hah. It's funny to think that I am basically the only person in my group of friends who's had the same address for more than 5 years. It's not that we loved our place so much, but that we are sticks-in-the-mud and opposed to change. Well, really, opposed to packing...
coop Is anyone here using Yahoo Messenger? If so, do you also sometimes receive what looks like computer alert messages with personalized info on them, or just advertisements? There is some software in my system which is generating these annoying messages which pop-up rarely but which I am hoping is somehow related to Yahoo Messenger. If it's not, I'm going to be pretty unhappy. Man.
jimmy Jimmy... bite me. ;P -bananna
Anna I think I have the mark of the scatterbrained more than the well traveled. Part of me keeps forgetting that I'm actually leaving so soon. And the other part of me keeps forgetting that I'm actually going so far away... I am most excited though. But oddly enough I haven't been talking about it that much. I'm not sure why. Oh well. I'll probably talk about it more when I get back.... hee!
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians Speck, I admire your ability to mention something as awesome as visiting Italy only once or twice before you actually go. Man, if it were me, everyone would know about it, and noone would hear the end of it. This forum would be full of posts about this and that. I guess you have the mark of the well travelled. I've been to my fair share of places here and there, but it's been so long and I really want to go go go! Good luck, Sarah. My family only last week asked me what I thought about all of us going to Italy. I wasn't so excited about it until I saw pictures. Its got to be one of the most beautiful places on this planet. As for "Sentence fragment!", I was just pulling jeffron's leg. I thought "Grammar my ass." was a sentence fragment, and I thought back on Lisa Simpson's grammar robot in one of my favorite Simpson's episodes ever. _____________ Anna! What do you mean "only" the attack banana? What could be better than a wound-up, cannablistic fruit? Pshaw. I know at least one attack banana and he's a perfectly malfunctioning member of society.
jimmy guess what everybody? I'm going to Italy tomorrow to visit my sisters!! I'm oh so very excited about it, indeed! It's only for 10 days, but that's probably enough sister time anyways. Well, it's enough older sister time, but not enough younger sister time. Martha (my older sister) and I tend to get along better in smaller doses, but Emily (my younger sister) and I could hang out forever and not get sick of each other. Or at least I wouldn't get sick of her. But maybe that's just because Martha and I haven't hung out that much in the past 5 years since she's been living in Italy. Makes it hard. Anyhoo, I'm sure it will be fine. And a friend of mine is coming along as well because she's been wanting to go to Italy. eek! I can't wait. If only it weren't such a long plane ride. ugh. I hate flying for any longer than 1 hour.
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians You are such a nerd. Your frequency analysis chart? my god. hee hee hee....
Miss Speck and the Giant Librarians A group of puzzlers I like. I just joined today. I am working on the first puzzle, though I am probably too tired, and I left my frequency analysis chart at work. Mary, thanks for the links to the headlines! It was worth a lot of laughs while at work, which I needed. Off to eat.
jimmy This has been a good day in the service of slack. When I haven't been here, staring blankly at my computer & answering the phone with patented State worker responses, like "I'm sorry, I know absolutely nothing about that," I've been reading all the headlines on the Tonight Show site. Tee hee. Highly recommended. I had a dream about Eminem the other night, which I choose to blame on the discussion of 8 Mile on this board. *glares at chairites* Then again, I also dreamed about vast swarms of horseflies, which unfortunately I can't blame on anyone in particular. Too bad. It's fun.
coop I never figured out what the sentence fragment was either, Anna. Unless it's just another way of mooning grammar. (insert song from "Grease" here) The weekend is a complete blur to me, I don't even remember what I did really, which is funny, because I wasn't on anything stronger than allergy meds. I did get the estimate for my mooshed car in the mail - $2,500. Yipe! Thank the Bowie for deductibles.
coop Awww, shit. It took me 2 days to get what the sentence fragment was all about. Help! Someone help me write 3 more pages about Foucault! My ass too!
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