Squares, Discs, Circles, And Spheres
It's time for some more random updatery, and for those naysayers that question the legitimacy of the word updatery, I posit that it's a perfectly cromulent word that embiggens even the most grandiose of semantic passages. Then again, I did have a painfully early day today and may be suffering from some sort of insomniac dementia; however, the occasional early day is far better than the consistently early work schedule I previously had.
First of all, I must thank Siouxsan for reminding me that today is Square Root Day. I think I'll celebrate by proclaiming that I see shapes in the style of Forge LaGeordi; since it's raining, my monkey could also be wet. Had I known about the relevance of today while I was at work, I would had mocked most of my campus coworkers by reminding them of what catatonic squares they are.
In the realm of shapes, last Saturday I had the opportunity to see Randy, who was in town to see one of the theater performances on campus. I was introduced to the phenomenon of disc golf, which apparently is popular enough for most cities to have a disc golf course, including Davis. It was enjoyable, and way more engaging than conventional golf without the need for a financial investment of clubs or the haughty condescension of a country club membership.
Speaking of haughty condescension, I was in Sonoma this previous Saturday for Mandy and Reeve's baby shower, which was Harry Potter themed. Although I don't have any other baby showers for the purposes of comparison, I imagine this one was far more engaging than the typical baby shower. I attended as a Ravenclaw, with the proper blue and bronze colored tie from the book rather than the blue and silver from the movie. You know, an unsheathed wand probably led to Mandy's pregnancy in the first place, so it's amusingly appropriate. Since it was at Sarah's parents house, there was an overabundance of delicious food; I'm just now starting to feel hungry again.
As I've been considering acquiring a motorcycle for some time now so that I could have an affordable method of motorized transportation should I need it, I finally signed up for the MSF class on J's recommendation. Whereas a new motorcycle is far more affordable, far more gas efficient, and more appropriate for something I don't need for daily commuting, it should work out well. That is, assuming that I have the coordination necessary to operate one and I can dismiss all the irrational programming from people that say riding a motorcycle is the fast track to being an organ donor.
Athena and Saffron are both doing well, although I've been a slacker when it comes to most of my domestic obligations, I finally cleaned their cage on Sunday. I'm always entertained at their wheeting when I come home or go downstairs to visit them. If I were more misanthropic, I could easily be a hermit and not suffer from crippling loneliness as long as I had the guinea pigs. Even though the weather does make me less inclined to go outside, I don't foresee any asocial sequestering in my future... and on that strange note, I believe I will now finally end this entry.
First of all, I must thank Siouxsan for reminding me that today is Square Root Day. I think I'll celebrate by proclaiming that I see shapes in the style of Forge LaGeordi; since it's raining, my monkey could also be wet. Had I known about the relevance of today while I was at work, I would had mocked most of my campus coworkers by reminding them of what catatonic squares they are.
In the realm of shapes, last Saturday I had the opportunity to see Randy, who was in town to see one of the theater performances on campus. I was introduced to the phenomenon of disc golf, which apparently is popular enough for most cities to have a disc golf course, including Davis. It was enjoyable, and way more engaging than conventional golf without the need for a financial investment of clubs or the haughty condescension of a country club membership.
Speaking of haughty condescension, I was in Sonoma this previous Saturday for Mandy and Reeve's baby shower, which was Harry Potter themed. Although I don't have any other baby showers for the purposes of comparison, I imagine this one was far more engaging than the typical baby shower. I attended as a Ravenclaw, with the proper blue and bronze colored tie from the book rather than the blue and silver from the movie. You know, an unsheathed wand probably led to Mandy's pregnancy in the first place, so it's amusingly appropriate. Since it was at Sarah's parents house, there was an overabundance of delicious food; I'm just now starting to feel hungry again.
As I've been considering acquiring a motorcycle for some time now so that I could have an affordable method of motorized transportation should I need it, I finally signed up for the MSF class on J's recommendation. Whereas a new motorcycle is far more affordable, far more gas efficient, and more appropriate for something I don't need for daily commuting, it should work out well. That is, assuming that I have the coordination necessary to operate one and I can dismiss all the irrational programming from people that say riding a motorcycle is the fast track to being an organ donor.
Athena and Saffron are both doing well, although I've been a slacker when it comes to most of my domestic obligations, I finally cleaned their cage on Sunday. I'm always entertained at their wheeting when I come home or go downstairs to visit them. If I were more misanthropic, I could easily be a hermit and not suffer from crippling loneliness as long as I had the guinea pigs. Even though the weather does make me less inclined to go outside, I don't foresee any asocial sequestering in my future... and on that strange note, I believe I will now finally end this entry.