My toes are cold.
No, really, they are. This being Massachusetts at 9:00 PM in December, I guess this should be a surprise to no one (even if I am indoors), but it was the first thing to pop into my head when I was confronted with the awesome responsibility of writing a subject heading. My nose is also cold, and my fingers are getting there (I swear to God they need better heat in the library) but that only occurred to me later.
Classes are over and finals are still a handful of weeks away. Well, three. (Making it, at least in my internal taxonomy, a "few" weeks away. "Couple" is just a long way of saying "two," "few" is "three or four," a handful is "five" [like, you know, fingers. If you include the thumb as a finger, which I do], and anything beyond that is "a shitload.") I'm actually glad of this, now, because that means I don't need to be studying (since I'm clearly not anyway), although I'm sure it will be super annoying as soon as I get home and have to spend my days studying. Oh, well, I knew what I was in for when I signed up. (As Super Chicken once said to his sidekick who, although I can't remember what kind of animal he was, I remember that his name was Fred: "Besides, you knew the job was dangerous when you took it." [ASSUMPTION OF RISK! dying a million deaths] Okay, technically that line is actually in the theme song, but you can imagine it as having been said by Super Chicken.) A is still here, but a lot of people have already gone home for the holidays. So it's mostly quiet around here, and not crowded, which is awesome as I sit around not actually writing this memo that I still have to do. Sigh.
So, okay, I was listening to Automatic for the People the other day, which is such an awesome album. I mean, even intrinsically it's just great, but it's also one of those albums that dropped right as I was awakening musically, so it's tied up with a thousand things I had almost forgotten. High school, being a teenager, blah blah. I now understand why old people always listen to the same music over and over again. I promise I get new music occasionally. ANYWAY those of you who know know that there's a song on it called "Star Me Kitten," which I always thought was a cool title for a song, but I never really heard the words clearly. This is one of those songs where Mike Stipe is kind of gravelly mumbling into the microphone and it's not very clear what he's saying. But I was always reasonably sure that what he was saying was "Star me kitten." Despite the fact that it doesn't actually make any sense. I mean, since when does rock music need to make sense? (Maybe this isn't time to dive into how much I love psychedelic rock--at least when it's edited to bits of five or so minutes. I can't listen to 20-minute jam tracks.) But I was playing around on-line as I was listening and I was like, well, hell, why not look up the lyrics, and apparently what he's actually saying is "Fuck me Kitten." Which makes more sense (at least if you assume that "Kitten" is a nickname--I guess it does even if you don't, but that doesn't really bear contemplation), but, huh. I won't say that I was disillusioned or anything, because, um, whatever. But still! I just thought it was funny that instead of naming the song something else, or even "**** Me Kitten" they just went and straight up changed the name of the song.
I guess it's also possible that the lyric site I was on was wrong, but I've decided now that this story is way too cool to be false, so I'm going to plunge ahead merrily as if it's true. (As my torts professor says, "If you don't know the law, make it up!")
Also, A says: "N is sexy, and he is really cute also. Also, he has a hat. a" Yes, the extra "a" was in the initial message. Sorry, I'll wait until you all get back from puking.
Okay, in addition to the cold toes thing, there's seriously like a million snow on the ground. It's like, a ludicrous amount. And supposedly there's more on tap for tonight and tomorrow, which is I guess a good thing. If nothing else it will keep me indoors and near memo-writing implements. YAY SNOW!!! A is pretty sure I'm going to get sick of it at some point, but I'm less sure. I don't have to drive in it, and the amount of walking I'll have to do in it on a regular basis is pretty minimal. Plus people up here actually seem to be able to deal with it, which is novel.
Blah. Okay, not like I had much of anything to say anyway, really, but that's the update from Mass! Californians, I'll be back on WEDNESDAY. Yayay!!! I know you're all as monkeybrite as I am!
Classes are over and finals are still a handful of weeks away. Well, three. (Making it, at least in my internal taxonomy, a "few" weeks away. "Couple" is just a long way of saying "two," "few" is "three or four," a handful is "five" [like, you know, fingers. If you include the thumb as a finger, which I do], and anything beyond that is "a shitload.") I'm actually glad of this, now, because that means I don't need to be studying (since I'm clearly not anyway), although I'm sure it will be super annoying as soon as I get home and have to spend my days studying. Oh, well, I knew what I was in for when I signed up. (As Super Chicken once said to his sidekick who, although I can't remember what kind of animal he was, I remember that his name was Fred: "Besides, you knew the job was dangerous when you took it." [ASSUMPTION OF RISK! dying a million deaths] Okay, technically that line is actually in the theme song, but you can imagine it as having been said by Super Chicken.) A is still here, but a lot of people have already gone home for the holidays. So it's mostly quiet around here, and not crowded, which is awesome as I sit around not actually writing this memo that I still have to do. Sigh.
So, okay, I was listening to Automatic for the People the other day, which is such an awesome album. I mean, even intrinsically it's just great, but it's also one of those albums that dropped right as I was awakening musically, so it's tied up with a thousand things I had almost forgotten. High school, being a teenager, blah blah. I now understand why old people always listen to the same music over and over again. I promise I get new music occasionally. ANYWAY those of you who know know that there's a song on it called "Star Me Kitten," which I always thought was a cool title for a song, but I never really heard the words clearly. This is one of those songs where Mike Stipe is kind of gravelly mumbling into the microphone and it's not very clear what he's saying. But I was always reasonably sure that what he was saying was "Star me kitten." Despite the fact that it doesn't actually make any sense. I mean, since when does rock music need to make sense? (Maybe this isn't time to dive into how much I love psychedelic rock--at least when it's edited to bits of five or so minutes. I can't listen to 20-minute jam tracks.) But I was playing around on-line as I was listening and I was like, well, hell, why not look up the lyrics, and apparently what he's actually saying is "Fuck me Kitten." Which makes more sense (at least if you assume that "Kitten" is a nickname--I guess it does even if you don't, but that doesn't really bear contemplation), but, huh. I won't say that I was disillusioned or anything, because, um, whatever. But still! I just thought it was funny that instead of naming the song something else, or even "**** Me Kitten" they just went and straight up changed the name of the song.
I guess it's also possible that the lyric site I was on was wrong, but I've decided now that this story is way too cool to be false, so I'm going to plunge ahead merrily as if it's true. (As my torts professor says, "If you don't know the law, make it up!")
Also, A says: "N is sexy, and he is really cute also. Also, he has a hat. a" Yes, the extra "a" was in the initial message. Sorry, I'll wait until you all get back from puking.
Okay, in addition to the cold toes thing, there's seriously like a million snow on the ground. It's like, a ludicrous amount. And supposedly there's more on tap for tonight and tomorrow, which is I guess a good thing. If nothing else it will keep me indoors and near memo-writing implements. YAY SNOW!!! A is pretty sure I'm going to get sick of it at some point, but I'm less sure. I don't have to drive in it, and the amount of walking I'll have to do in it on a regular basis is pretty minimal. Plus people up here actually seem to be able to deal with it, which is novel.
Blah. Okay, not like I had much of anything to say anyway, really, but that's the update from Mass! Californians, I'll be back on WEDNESDAY. Yayay!!! I know you're all as monkeybrite as I am!