for I have made her prison be every step away from me
Dear Reader,
I am being spied upon by two pint-sized maniacs who are thoroughly overexcited by every move I make (or fail to make). Yesterday I managed to send one of them into convulsive fits merely by shifting the position of my knee. I have no concern for my own safety, as I am about five times their combined size, but I do fear for their mental stability.
Yrs in veritatate,
A Lady of Quality
Signed this twelfth day of March in the year 2008 of the Common Era. In gaudio gaudiamus.
Also, what is it with Ovid and cows? Jeez.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
cadragongirl and I hung out today, to my great joy. It was raining like crazy until mid-afternoon, so we declined to stroll and went to the Museum of Natural History instead. It was fantastic. I went nuts over the marine animal room with the giant blue thing and the other things which cadragongirl refused to examine. Then we went for lunch, and drank rather inferior smoothies and vowed that next time we should find an Orange Julius for comparison. And, as if this were not joy enough, then we went back to the museum to look at the dinosaurs, where I lost my head completely.
Then we went to the New York Public Library, where we decided that we didn’t really care that much about Jack Kerouac but that we did like a hanging hourglass in the gift shop. And then on to the Strand, thanks to my navigational awesomeness, where I picked up a spectacular case of hiccups that only subsided once we got to B&N in Union Square. In conclusion: NY=Awesome.
This week’s internship highlights
ME: Pardon my vehemence. But this manuscript is totally uninteresting.
E: Uninteresting is a problem, yes.
ME: Seriously, no novel about the end of life as we know it has a right to be this boring!
E: Thank God I have minions to read this kind of thing for me. (sotto voce) I can’t wait to see what she’ll say about the next cute fuzzy animal manuscript...
ME: I HEARD THAT.
E: Heheheh.
Your weekly dose of utter nonsense
I occasionally hold conversations with parts of my brain that I have conveniently (mis)labeled thanks to a spectacularly weird course on Nietzsche, Freud and Greek Tragedy. Mostly they team up against me. Today, in the laundry room bookshelf collection o' romance...
ME: Oh look, DH Lawrence. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Hmmm.
APOLLINE & DIONYSIAN: Uh-oh.
ME (three pages in): This is going to be one of those novels that’s all about sex, isn’t it.
DIONYSIAN: I... cannot speak. You deal with this.
APOLLINE (kindly): You’ve never read Lawrence before, have you, hon.
ME: ...no?
DIONYSIAN: I’m going down to the pub. Again. You coming?
APOLLINE: Rather. Wait for me!
ME: Guys? ....Uh, guys? You do realize there is no pub? ...Is this about the time I threatened you with Wagner? Because I totally didn't mean it ...Hello?
The Meteor Garden Chronicles
AHAHAHAHA, I totally get it. Huaze Lei is trying to be all manipulative and psychological, yes, but he’s just not very good at it.
“Women are not canned food!” Yay Daoming Si! Finally he gets something right!
AHAHAHAHAHA, Happosai has escaped from Ranma ½ and is running around Meteor Garden!
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: Penelope. I kinda missed a few minutes right after Reese Witherspoon walks into the bar thanks to that chai (no latte, wah) from Starbucks (I know, evil, but they accept credit cards), but I mostly got the idea. It was kinda cute.
Also Our One True Love Interest is hot, and can do accents.
Also, cont’d:
ME: Hey, why is the hospital in Harvard Yard?
EVERYBODY: ...
ME: Why is Our One True Love Interest hanging out at Lake Waban to be all angsty?
EVERYBODY: ...
ME: ZOMG Octavian Caesar! Squee! Hi, Octavian Caesar!
EVERYBODY: You do realize you’re fangirling the bad guy?
ME: ...
I am being spied upon by two pint-sized maniacs who are thoroughly overexcited by every move I make (or fail to make). Yesterday I managed to send one of them into convulsive fits merely by shifting the position of my knee. I have no concern for my own safety, as I am about five times their combined size, but I do fear for their mental stability.
Yrs in veritatate,
A Lady of Quality
Signed this twelfth day of March in the year 2008 of the Common Era. In gaudio gaudiamus.
Also, what is it with Ovid and cows? Jeez.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
cadragongirl and I hung out today, to my great joy. It was raining like crazy until mid-afternoon, so we declined to stroll and went to the Museum of Natural History instead. It was fantastic. I went nuts over the marine animal room with the giant blue thing and the other things which cadragongirl refused to examine. Then we went for lunch, and drank rather inferior smoothies and vowed that next time we should find an Orange Julius for comparison. And, as if this were not joy enough, then we went back to the museum to look at the dinosaurs, where I lost my head completely.
Then we went to the New York Public Library, where we decided that we didn’t really care that much about Jack Kerouac but that we did like a hanging hourglass in the gift shop. And then on to the Strand, thanks to my navigational awesomeness, where I picked up a spectacular case of hiccups that only subsided once we got to B&N in Union Square. In conclusion: NY=Awesome.
This week’s internship highlights
ME: Pardon my vehemence. But this manuscript is totally uninteresting.
E: Uninteresting is a problem, yes.
ME: Seriously, no novel about the end of life as we know it has a right to be this boring!
E: Thank God I have minions to read this kind of thing for me. (sotto voce) I can’t wait to see what she’ll say about the next cute fuzzy animal manuscript...
ME: I HEARD THAT.
E: Heheheh.
Your weekly dose of utter nonsense
I occasionally hold conversations with parts of my brain that I have conveniently (mis)labeled thanks to a spectacularly weird course on Nietzsche, Freud and Greek Tragedy. Mostly they team up against me. Today, in the laundry room bookshelf collection o' romance...
ME: Oh look, DH Lawrence. Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Hmmm.
APOLLINE & DIONYSIAN: Uh-oh.
ME (three pages in): This is going to be one of those novels that’s all about sex, isn’t it.
DIONYSIAN: I... cannot speak. You deal with this.
APOLLINE (kindly): You’ve never read Lawrence before, have you, hon.
ME: ...no?
DIONYSIAN: I’m going down to the pub. Again. You coming?
APOLLINE: Rather. Wait for me!
ME: Guys? ....Uh, guys? You do realize there is no pub? ...Is this about the time I threatened you with Wagner? Because I totally didn't mean it ...Hello?
The Meteor Garden Chronicles
AHAHAHAHA, I totally get it. Huaze Lei is trying to be all manipulative and psychological, yes, but he’s just not very good at it.
“Women are not canned food!” Yay Daoming Si! Finally he gets something right!
AHAHAHAHAHA, Happosai has escaped from Ranma ½ and is running around Meteor Garden!
Ye Newe Movie Reviewe: Penelope. I kinda missed a few minutes right after Reese Witherspoon walks into the bar thanks to that chai (no latte, wah) from Starbucks (I know, evil, but they accept credit cards), but I mostly got the idea. It was kinda cute.
Also Our One True Love Interest is hot, and can do accents.
Also, cont’d:
ME: Hey, why is the hospital in Harvard Yard?
EVERYBODY: ...
ME: Why is Our One True Love Interest hanging out at Lake Waban to be all angsty?
EVERYBODY: ...
ME: ZOMG Octavian Caesar! Squee! Hi, Octavian Caesar!
EVERYBODY: You do realize you’re fangirling the bad guy?
ME: ...