Yes.

I have simultaneously become one of those people who makes annoyingly cryptic one-word blog entries and instigated an experiment in free association. Don't let me down on the comments, people. You know who you are.

I can't stop listening to "15th Shade." I love the random shit I find on my computer. Any song with "a ball of congealed air" is good by me. Also, "Let it pass. I want to wake up again. I couldn't save you, my lovely. I cannot save myself" is more or less what I feel like waking up every morning, take that, um, as you will, since I've never ( Read more... )

Medieval Societies is slowly devolving into a dialogue between me and Professor Paradis. Since there are scholarly dirty jokes involved, this is a good thing (a quote from the Gies book said that women were supposed to live "under the rod" of the man in their life, and of course that's snicker-worthy). More chivalric literature on Monday, which ( Read more... )

What.

The.

Fuck.

I am turning into Winston Churchill. This would be worrying were it not for the totality, which suggests I'll soon be at the point where I can dispense snappy one-liners like "Madam, if you were my wife, I would drink it," or "He is a modest little man, with much to be modest about ( Read more... )

...the can is there to hold in the Spam! If you know that parody, I love you. Anyway, Dire Straits is one of the more underrated bands of all time, at least if you're under the age of 40. Que triste. In the interest of advertising my bizarre taste in music and my seriously crippling case of nerd-dom, I give you...lyrics!

( Gentlemen, behold! I have grafted a deer antler to my groin! )

So you know when you smell something and then can't get it out of your head, like you have this phantom odor drifting around your olfactory center? Don't tell me this doesn't happen to other people; I refuse to believe it, so nyah. Annnnyway, that's happening to me right now and it is way, way not-cool. The guy who sat next to me on the bus was ( Read more... )

Okay, to be perfectly honest, I did go "hah!" all triumphal-like. There is no good excuse for this, but as I said after Shabbat services (Yes, yes I am atheist. But I like new experiences and I live with someone in a religious studies class), I might be the most terrible human being in the room, but at least I have the grace to be ashamed of it ( Read more... )

I have lost the battle and won the war. Frankly, Pyrrhus has nothing on me, but it's kind of cool anyway. As to the loss, I can only sue for peace (fuck, I just borrowed a metaphor from David Eddings completely by accident) and cross my fingers. I think I could give Njal a run for his money. Probably Mord too, but I am not going to use my ( Read more... )

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