So, this is mostly just for Duckie's benifit, since she's really the only one who's seen what this graph looks like normally, but:



LOLZ. Guess where I'm glad not to be! If you said "on a small barrier island" you would be 100% CORRECT!

...Damn thing looks like a Christmas decoration. Merry Christmas, you get one shit-ton of water dumped on you! Enjoy!

...Tomorrow will be interesting though. XD

We have fancy new computers in the mac lab on campus. The monitors are huuuuge.

The keyboards however. Well...they're interesting. They're flat. And the keys are flat little tiles. It's like typing on a scrabble board. I have the urge to knaw on the damn things - only crackers should be this flat!

(I'm waiting for class to start, can you tell?)

Finally, I have completed my sanctuary of a thousand testicles!


...Yeah, I seriously don't know either.

Dear Dermis,

These baseless accusations of abuse to you are entirely unwarranted. I have spent the last week tenderly nursing you back to health. Yes, I have slipped a time or two and scratched when I shouldn't have. I apologized for that and lovingly tended to your wounds.

More over, you know that it is the itching that provokes these attacks. I'm a very caring owner otherwise. Therefore, reacting to this so-called abuse with an entirely random attack of full-body itching is entirely without cause. I can only conclude that this is a willful breech of contract and that you no longer desire to work for this establishment. Your complaint is duly noted and will be acted upon immediately.

In short, you're fired. I'm getting an exoskeleton. I expect you out of the office as soon as it arrives.

Sincerely,
The Management



SRSLY, what is this? Am I allergic to my computer chair? Bad role play? Have chiggers been lying in wait for me to put on that pair of underwear? That particular shirt? WHAT IS GOING ON???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUGH. CHIGGERS. HOLY FUCK, WHY DO THESE FOUL BEASTS EXIST?

Seriously, my legs itch. I want to sandpaper off my skin, except that I'm sure skin grafts are itchy too in the long run. Related to that, but far more bizarre, I keep having to remind myself that I do NOT function like a tree and if I remove all the "bark" around my legs, I will not stop getting nutrients and die. I don't know why that thought occurred to me in tandem with the sandpaper thing, except that sandpaper and wood go together? Who knows...

But, yeah, this is the worst thing since Assateague introduced me to the friendly neighborhood marsh mosquito and his partners in crime, the angry biting flies. Never did I think I would find myself loathing any creatures more, but chiggers officially take the cake. MY GOD. SUCH HATE. SUCH ITCH. ITCH ITCH ITCH.

...But I cannot scratch it, for it will make things worse and...waugh. I hate life. I need to get some sort of anti-itch cream or some such, but the thought of putting on clothes or leaving the house with my legs like this is fairly unappealing. I feel bumpy. ):

Go over to Wikipedia and enter your birth date (Month and Day only) and then pick 3 events, 2 births and 1 holiday that occurred on the day of your birthday.

3 Events
- 1920 - In Rome, Pope Benedict XV canonizes Joan of Arc as a saint. (I dunno...this one just amused me.)
- 1966 - The Communist Party of China issues the 'May 16 Notice', marking the beginning of the Cultural Revolution. (Maybe this is why I have an odd love for Chairman Mao memorabilia.)
- # 1975 - Junko Tabei becomes the first woman to reach the summit of Mount Everest. (Good times. I wish I had that kinda drive. ...Okay, maybe not. I'm not keen on, say, freezing to death or fall off a mountain.)

Events were pretty sparse and fairly boring. Apparently May is a rather dull month. And up until now I didn't think anyone interesting shared by birthday either, until...

2 Births
- Tamara de Lempicka - an art deco artist in the 1920s, which is cool in and of itself, but I also happen to have a poster of one of her works on my wall. I had no idea we shared a birthday!

- H. H. Holmes - on the flip side of things, a man who bears the dubious distinction of being America's "first" serial killer. Of course what this really means is that he was the first one caught and widely publicized, but either way, interesting stuff.

1 Holiday
- Feast of Saint Honoré of Amiens - Patron saint of bakers, confectioners, bakers of holy wafers, candle-makers, florists, flour merchants, corn chandlers, oil refiners, and pastry chefs. In other words, he was the most delicious sounding of the various saints that had feasts on my birthday. A close second was Saint Andrew Bobola, who beat out Saint Ubaldo for "Most Amusing Name" award...and is also the patron saint of Poland, which made me think of Sterph.

So, there we go. The rest of you should go forth an meme now!

ROFL.

Owls are HILARIOUS. He puffs up for birds the same size as him and then shrivels up and turns super skinny when presented with a bird much larger than him. SO. CUTE.

A wonderful bird is the Pelican.
His beak can hold more than his belly can.
He can hold in his beak
Enough food for a week!
But I'll be darned if I know how the hellican?


...Have I mentioned that I LOVE limericks? And pelicans?

"It has the speed and armor of a tortoise!"
"Wait...speed of a tortoise? Does that mean we can out run it?"
"Curses they found its one weakness!"



Holy crap! Why did no one tell me that there was a new Slayers series coming out?!

I have GLEE. GLEE I TELL YOU.

And now it is above all NECESSARY that I cosplay as Lina Inverse. Especially since in this version of her she's actually as flat chested as they make fun of her for being.

Oh. Foo.

So, Hellboy 2 is really, really, REALLY bad. Don't let the commercials fool you - if you've seen them, you've seen the best of the movie. The rest of it is terrible characterization, bad special effects, and a plot so contrived that the GREEKS would scoff at it. They INVENTED the concept of a Deus Ex Machina and they would STILL think the plot needs some major work.

The only good thing about this movie was the villain, who managed, with what little characterization he had, to be sympathetic and interesting. Or at least hint at such traits. At least he actually cared when his friend died, whereas the MAIN CHARACTERS didn't bat an eyelash when regular human members of their team got EATEN ALIVE BY TINY FLESH-DEVOURING FAIRIES. EATEN. ALIVE. Totally didn't care.

And now I'm up way past my bed time because of this stupid, lame-ass movie. Son of a dammit.