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Tonight was a very good night. This morning... was pretty good, too.
Again, I woke early--7:34--but managed to laze for an hour and fifty minutes! Quite the little accomplishment. Mostly I was messing around on the computer. It takes a good deal of self-control to get out of bed on a cold morning! I only just caught the 16, and that only because the driver waited while I duck-sprinted down Laurel.
My comic got a rise out of Jonathan (the Aragorn & Boromir comic), and we talked a bit about The Road.
My feelings are that it's hard to attach oneself to the man. "It's like when I used to work at the Humane Society, and people would bring in wounded animals. You really wanted to care, but..."
And I am indeed the only one who named the characters. I felt characters need names. "John and Michael."
"Those're generic."
Sometimes I just like recording bits of conversation.
"Yeah, I know. But it's Tolkien's name and his son's, and my dad and his dad's, and I knew someone named John Michael, so..."
"Hey, is it Christian Bale?"
"Who?"
*points*
"I dunno."
"The man or the boy?"
"The man."
"It's the guy from Lord of the Rings." Props to me for using 'it' as the pronoun for a person.
Now, this bothers me. Having sex with Shamhat makes Enkidu realize that he's human, but, Shamhat doesn't really do anything. She just lies there. It's like the humanness is deep in him and he just needs to recall it, which I guess is why we're human beings. I sort of asked the professor about it, but, I couldn't quite vocalize what I wanted to say, especially with the look he gave me, that you're-a-bit-off-aren't-you look, when I explained that my shirt said "Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king, in Sindarin." And then what Sinarin was. He did ask...
I should just explain echolalia. It's simpler than it seems.
The pizza in Cowell/Stevenson is pretty good. The pepperoni isn't great, but they do this sort of vegetable medley that's quite good, though I'm not sure if it's got mushrooms or goat cheese. Either way it's tasty. The afternoon I wasted in fanfiction and knitting, worthwhile pursuits in my opinion! I finished a pink cable headband. It's quite pretty and it doesn't slip a bit.
Shabbat. was. awesome.
Janaki had seen Schindler's List for her Holocaust class that day. I tossed her my comic. "Here. Cheer y'up."
Which it did. Janaki laughed. "Have you seen 300?"
"YES! It's like a bedtime story narrated by Faramir!"
"I know! When I heard his voice I thought he sounded familiar..."
"Have you seen Van Helsing?"
"Yeah, but years ago... that's a Hugh Jackman movie, right?"
"Yeah. You know the monk who follows him around?" (And I'm sure one of you wants to say it, so go ahead ;) ) "That's Faramir. I'm just sorry the part with him in drag was in the cartoon." Okay, so the actual Faramir costume is a bit girlie, but it's not the same as David Wenham playing a female prostitute in the 1800s. It's just not.
We were at the Cantu Center. One candlestick was full of wax, and so, naturally, it fell to me to clean it out. I did my best with a paperclip, but ultimately a butter knife proved my useful.
"Are you sure you want to be giving me a knife...?" I just can't help myself sometimes.
Later I lit the candles from a deep red candle. We're not to kindle fires on festivals, and it's Shavuot.
When we formed a circle for Od Yevo, I accidentally pinned part of Heather's skirt to the couch. This cause the cloth to shift a bit. "Trying to get my skirt off again?" Heather asked. She tried to start a domino effect during the song, but that ended up with just me and Heather shoving one another and giggling.
I went to wash the knife before kiddush. I had my hands in freezing water (you ever trying scrubbing off wax?) when I heard, "Is that Deborah? There's my muffin!" which is exactly how flamboyant Moshe is.
Sharon prodded me into telling Rabbi Fern the Tzipporah joke, which went over well. I do love making people laugh.
Eva was there, and it was nice seeing her again. We bitched about Jake Thomas, who taught the class we both took, and talked about creative writing and... stuff. Heh.
We talked about humility and pride, and by 'we' I here mean everybody. Most of us took turns saying what we think pride is. Mostly it was self-respect in most people's opinions, and there was some gayness-Jewness chat, it being PRIDE. My opinion was that pride is necessary for humility. When you humble yourself before someone, like before God, you offer yourself up, you know you have some worth. I then made the mistake of explaining, "You're not some... some slug!"
The slug is our mascot.
Again, I woke early--7:34--but managed to laze for an hour and fifty minutes! Quite the little accomplishment. Mostly I was messing around on the computer. It takes a good deal of self-control to get out of bed on a cold morning! I only just caught the 16, and that only because the driver waited while I duck-sprinted down Laurel.
My comic got a rise out of Jonathan (the Aragorn & Boromir comic), and we talked a bit about The Road.
My feelings are that it's hard to attach oneself to the man. "It's like when I used to work at the Humane Society, and people would bring in wounded animals. You really wanted to care, but..."
And I am indeed the only one who named the characters. I felt characters need names. "John and Michael."
"Those're generic."
Sometimes I just like recording bits of conversation.
"Yeah, I know. But it's Tolkien's name and his son's, and my dad and his dad's, and I knew someone named John Michael, so..."
"Hey, is it Christian Bale?"
"Who?"
*points*
"I dunno."
"The man or the boy?"
"The man."
"It's the guy from Lord of the Rings." Props to me for using 'it' as the pronoun for a person.
Now, this bothers me. Having sex with Shamhat makes Enkidu realize that he's human, but, Shamhat doesn't really do anything. She just lies there. It's like the humanness is deep in him and he just needs to recall it, which I guess is why we're human beings. I sort of asked the professor about it, but, I couldn't quite vocalize what I wanted to say, especially with the look he gave me, that you're-a-bit-off-aren't-you look, when I explained that my shirt said "Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king, in Sindarin." And then what Sinarin was. He did ask...
I should just explain echolalia. It's simpler than it seems.
The pizza in Cowell/Stevenson is pretty good. The pepperoni isn't great, but they do this sort of vegetable medley that's quite good, though I'm not sure if it's got mushrooms or goat cheese. Either way it's tasty. The afternoon I wasted in fanfiction and knitting, worthwhile pursuits in my opinion! I finished a pink cable headband. It's quite pretty and it doesn't slip a bit.
Shabbat. was. awesome.
Janaki had seen Schindler's List for her Holocaust class that day. I tossed her my comic. "Here. Cheer y'up."
Which it did. Janaki laughed. "Have you seen 300?"
"YES! It's like a bedtime story narrated by Faramir!"
"I know! When I heard his voice I thought he sounded familiar..."
"Have you seen Van Helsing?"
"Yeah, but years ago... that's a Hugh Jackman movie, right?"
"Yeah. You know the monk who follows him around?" (And I'm sure one of you wants to say it, so go ahead ;) ) "That's Faramir. I'm just sorry the part with him in drag was in the cartoon." Okay, so the actual Faramir costume is a bit girlie, but it's not the same as David Wenham playing a female prostitute in the 1800s. It's just not.
We were at the Cantu Center. One candlestick was full of wax, and so, naturally, it fell to me to clean it out. I did my best with a paperclip, but ultimately a butter knife proved my useful.
"Are you sure you want to be giving me a knife...?" I just can't help myself sometimes.
Later I lit the candles from a deep red candle. We're not to kindle fires on festivals, and it's Shavuot.
When we formed a circle for Od Yevo, I accidentally pinned part of Heather's skirt to the couch. This cause the cloth to shift a bit. "Trying to get my skirt off again?" Heather asked. She tried to start a domino effect during the song, but that ended up with just me and Heather shoving one another and giggling.
I went to wash the knife before kiddush. I had my hands in freezing water (you ever trying scrubbing off wax?) when I heard, "Is that Deborah? There's my muffin!" which is exactly how flamboyant Moshe is.
Sharon prodded me into telling Rabbi Fern the Tzipporah joke, which went over well. I do love making people laugh.
Eva was there, and it was nice seeing her again. We bitched about Jake Thomas, who taught the class we both took, and talked about creative writing and... stuff. Heh.
We talked about humility and pride, and by 'we' I here mean everybody. Most of us took turns saying what we think pride is. Mostly it was self-respect in most people's opinions, and there was some gayness-Jewness chat, it being PRIDE. My opinion was that pride is necessary for humility. When you humble yourself before someone, like before God, you offer yourself up, you know you have some worth. I then made the mistake of explaining, "You're not some... some slug!"
The slug is our mascot.