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Sunday, July 18th, 2010
1:30 am
woo! bought a car, sold the explorer, still need to drop off title and tires.

Also, Livejournal, please do not purge this journal. my posts may largely be privacy locked, but I still use it.

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Thursday, April 14th, 2005
6:59 pm - Best. Site. Evar.
Seriously. Nick from work sent me the link, and I had a totally unproductive day as a result.

http://www.superdickery.com/

In other news, I got one of the teaching assistantships at UAA. Yay, me. Apparently my application essay, entitled "Let me in on account of being smart" swayed the hearts and minds of the English department. Either that or the woman who called me to let me know has a serious sadistic streak. Guess I'll find out when the official letter comes in the mail. Amusingly, while I (apparently) qualify for a teaching assistantship, still no official word on whether I'm accepted into the graduate program. This seems to be a pattern for at least 2 UA campuses now.

current mood: amused

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Sunday, April 11th, 2004
5:04 pm
In a mad burst of increasingly desperate writing, I have finished my looming monstrosity of an honors thesis. And it's even reasonably comprehensible. Yay for vile succubi. Here's hoping the nice review committee likes it.

current mood: productive

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Thursday, January 29th, 2004
12:09 am - Clearly, literature has eaten my brain.
As I was sitting on the couch this evening, attempting to attain my minimum daily requirement of cartoons, Grete was sitting on the other couch, reading T.S. Eliot. She came across a quote heading one of his poems, and out of a sort of perplexed fascination, read it aloud.

If I recall correctly, she said "'Master, master, look! Here come a pair of religious caterpillars!' That's very strange."

To which I responded "Huh, sounds like a bad joke from the late sixteenth century", after which I thought "I wonder if that's Marlowe. It sounds like Marlowe. On the other hand I don't read much Marlowe, so perhaps it's not", and then got sucked back into my Justice League reverie. A moment later, Grete tracked down the relevant note, and informed me that it was from _The_Jew_of_Malta_ - one of Marlowe's works.

"I thought it might be Marlowe" I mumbled as I watched Hawk-girl flirt shamelessly with the Green Lantern.

"*I* think you're a little scary" Grete muttered, after which point she accused me of having spent too much time as an English major.

I'd claim she was wrong, but I've never read _The_Jew_of_Malta_.

current mood: amused

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Thursday, October 23rd, 2003
11:03 am - Clearly, I've gone 'round the bend.
It is official. Next semester, I will be writing a thesis on the role of the demon lover in several poems from the Romantic era of English Literature. Professor Nunnally has kindly agreed to be my adviser, and it seems likely that both he and professor Kline will be on my review committee. UAA being the disorganized place that it is, filled with traps for the unwary involving spiked pits in the hallway and the odd fire-breathing professor, it seems I am the first person to navigate this strange new route to English Honors since they changed all the requirements around a few years back.
What the gibbering above amounts to is this: not only do I get to research and write an interesting paper to fulfill my last three upper-division credits (rather than sit through another boring theater class), but I might well get some kind of shiny thing to stick to my diploma in May. I'm pretty excited. I'll probably start doing some very preliminary research over winter break, mostly involved with the greedy gathering of resources and the reading of folklore involving supernatural and unhealthy nookie.

current mood: ecstatic

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Tuesday, July 29th, 2003
9:56 pm - Gibbers and squeaks
I hate finals. Violently. I generally do quite well in them, but I tend to come perilously close to giving myself an ulcer over each and every english class. It makes me wonder if perhaps I should reconsider my goal of a career in academia. I'm almost certain I can actually feel the neuroses popping up like evil toadstools in my psyche. Ironically, I maybe more stressed now, over a single class, than I was at the end of last semester, when had a great deal more work. I suspect this is partly to do with the fact that I don't know anyone in this class, and thus have no one to study or gripe with, and partially due to the fact that there is no longer anyone who I can wake up at 2 in the morning to frantically ask if they'd still love me should I fail all of my classes. I think I'm going to wander off and die now.

current mood: stressed

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Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003
2:55 am - Roommate's gotta die
Unfortunately, I doubt said roommate is actually gonna die. Why am I so wrathful all of a sudden? Simple. She came in. Went to bed. Two minutes ago, a COMPLETE STRANGER wanders into the apartment and knocks on my bedroom door. How hard, may I ask, is it to pull the damn door closed behind you UNTIL IT LATCHES when you come in from the outdoors? Thankfully, he (the complete stranger) was neither reeking of alcohol nor homicidally insane, as I blithely opened the door to my room in the assumption that the knock was from a different roommate, perhaps disturbed by my snorts of insufficiently stifled humor.

At least I had the small satisfaction of watching a man's face register not merely surprise, but a brief flash of panic to find that what lay concealed behind door number 3 was not his good buddy Micah but instead an irate woman standing near a very large sword

current mood: pissed off

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Sunday, July 20th, 2003
4:32 pm - I want a plush Cthulhu
I've been reading H.P. Lovecraft for most of the day today, an occupation I haven't engaged in since I was about 14 or so. I remember being thrilled and horrified by the stories during the long afternoons in spring and summer that I used to pend perusing them at the library. Now however, I'm mostly amused by them. The Dunwich Horror kept making me smile, and the narrator's quivery descriptions of the Elder Gods in Call of Cthulhu evoked a number of giggles. I think this is due mostly to Lovecraft's writing style, which has a sort of formality that is almost impossible to take seriously - one automatically assumes that it is the product of a sort of tongue-in-cheek mockery of itself. Even though it's not, and the poor guy would undoubtedly be curled miserably in his grave, forlornly thinking "But it's supposed to be *scary*" were he privy to my thoughts.

Despite this puzzling absence of gleeful horror, I'm really enjoying the stories. They tend to summon feelings of lazy contentment of the sort I took for granted the first time I read them - the kind spawned simply by knowing that for the moment, no, I really DON'T have anything better to do than lounge about reading battered old books. Except that now I really do have something better to do - namely, the homework from my summer classes. For the moment, however, I'm disinclined to responsibility,and will continue to lounge decadently in my pajamas on the couch, reading Lovecraft and nibbling leftover popcorn.

current mood: content

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Saturday, July 19th, 2003
4:08 pm - Poing like a camel spider
I went on a geology field trip today and learned something interesting. Not about rocks, though. I learned why it is you so often see people in old kung fu movies doing things on the beach. It's because sand dunes are nature's tatami. Or whatever that word is that means mats (specifically the little bamboo ones, I think). Sand dunes are cool. My geology professor, to illustrate that we were not in mortal peril by huddling at the top of a very steep, fifty foot dune, took a running leap off of it, and landed about 15 feet down. The sand kind of...absorbed her, ad stopped her from rolling or sliding more than a few inches further. Immediately, of course, the air was filled with the falling bodies of college students. Sand like that absorbs shock better than anything I've ever come across. I later jumped out of a tree and off another small bluff, and barely felt any shock. As I usually try to avoid jumps or falls of more than about 2 feet because I hate the jarring feel of impact, this should indicate something. I could probably have hung around imitating a Disney-lemming all day. I'm definitely heading out to Kincaid more often.

current mood: giddy

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Friday, July 11th, 2003
3:57 pm - Life is SO sweet
This has been an incredibly good day. This would actually have started last night. I went back to jujutsu, having finally gained the approval of my chiropractor, got thoroughly worn-out without re-injuring my back, and learned the rest of my jo kata. And actually felt good after leaving, rather than inadequate and depressed. Went to dinner with Jason and Chris, and hung out and talked about a number of frivolous but highly amusing subjects for about 3 hours. Tweaked Chris to no end by suggesting I become a dictator, thereby making states rights moot. I'm not sure if he knows I was joking.... Came home, watched Trigun, went to bed, slept for 10 hours and woke up with NO back pain. A lovely change of pace. Still feeling all glowy and energetic from last night’s class. Did a large chunk of geography homework without getting bored. Went to lunch with mom and grandpa.

Here’s where it really gets fantastic. I returned to campus and stopped by the English department to acquire an advisor. Discovered a program wherein I could get my masters in English lit, while getting tuition waivers AND a stipend to live on by TEACHING CLASSES at UAA while I worked on my degree. This is like the ultimate fantasy for an academian lit geek. Admittedly, I'd be teaching composition classes at first, rather than specific lit topics, but I'd still be getting paid for getting my masters. Furthermore, the professor I talked to said I was almost guaranteed to get into the program, since I'm such a good student and writer. So Jujutsu went well, I found out I can most likely continue to live in my ivory tower, AND my ego was stroked by a professor who likes my work. Today has rocked. And to top it off, I've discovered that Oscar Wilde is the best balm for bruised or broken hearts EVER. It's hard to mope after reading Lord Henry's languid and cynical comments on relationships.

My spell check includes the word “porno”. Not the LJ spell check, but MS Word. As I don’t recall ever previously using it in a word document, I find this moderately disturbing. Amusing, but disturbing.

current mood: ecstatic

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Monday, June 23rd, 2003
12:47 pm - History of Criticism
Huzzah. The stupid paper is done. I'm a little nervous about how I'll do, since apparently other people were doing big chunks of research as opposed to simple essays based off of only the texts, but oh well. I can't make myself care that much. I'm sure I'll get at least a C, and I'm doing well on all the other stufffor that class. Hisstory of Criticeism, incidentally, is the doom-class the paper is for, and as I'm taking it in a web format, it's even more dull than usual. I just can't make myself care, for the most part. I'm doing the work, in a dutiful enough fashion, but it somehow doesn't seem like a real class - I never see anyone, and I only have to log on a few times a week to post assignments, so the "discussions" all feel like busy work. But at least I'm done with the paper. Mind you, I still have 3 posts and a midterm this week, but at least I've got some time until then. Only 5 more weeks to go. I'll just cling to that.

current mood: grumpy

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Sunday, May 25th, 2003
6:33 pm
I feel so virtuous. Class doesn't officially start until Tuesday, and I'm already done with my first weeks homework for History of Criticism. Unfortunately, this involved reading some intensely depressing things, which I foolishly followed with a depressing Taltos novel. I forget that there are such things sometimes, but Teckla certainly qualifies. I'm also acquiring new roommates an an alarming rate of speed. No more quiet living rooms to myself, apparently. Oh well. Hopefully none of them will object to my strange hours, or the random games, or the occasional overnight visitor.

current mood: okay

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Wednesday, December 18th, 2002
10:39 pm - Yay!
The enthusiastic little heading of this post is due to a number of factors, not least of which is discovering that I got a very high A in a class I was worried about failing. It is also due to general happiness about not having any homework, and thus having lots of time to game, do calligraphy, and amble about plotting to lure hapless people into my clutches. OK, so just one hapless person. Even so. But gaming makes me happy. DM-ing makesme less happy, but that's due largely to how frustrating I find it. My players are fine, but I run into the same problems I do when writing fiction - ie, how to get across imagry, etc. I don't know why it is that I can churn out essays that people like so easily while still managing to suck so very very much at fiction (at least stylisticly. I get all sorts of interesting ideas, I just can't convey them to my satisfaction). Ah well. Fiction related frustration aside, I'm still happy. Especially about this whole "no homework" thing. Mmm... no homework. I've been playing Diablo 2 a lot as a result. Which seems like kind of a waste. I had originally intended to get a grasp on Python (or at least defeat the vile "if-else" statements) over break. On the other hand, I do have another 3.5 weeks in which to do that. Hmm. I'm all enthused and full of coffee, so i'm a little overly incoherent. Maybe I'll write something else later.

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Monday, November 25th, 2002
11:11 pm - Analogies and nonsense
I find myself bludgeoned by analogies from all directions these days (like the hypothetical cow with a baseball bat), few of them logical, many of them from the depths of my own psyche. Today, I ran across a comparison between carnivorism / kneecapping Bessie the afore-mentioned cow; God's butt / the New Testament (in a published article!); my feelings on relationships in general and an interesting person in particular / having a stomach flu while eying chocolate mousse cheesecake; and successfully estimating someones feelings on a subject / rolling a 20 on a gather info check (though sense motive struck me as more appropriate). And this was just in the last 14 hours. The myriad meanings of God's ass were what really struck me though. I'm referring people to
"Of Goddes pryvetee nor of his wyf": Confusion of Orifices in Chaucer's Miller's Tale.
Bishop, Louise M. Texas Studies in Language and Literature v.44.3 Fall 2002.
the next time they give me a hard time about my D&D analogies. After reading this (available on Project Muse), they should be too traumatized to laugh at me the next time I claim to have failed a "Save versus gaming" roll.

current mood: amused

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Thursday, October 24th, 2002
12:43 am - Ow....but in a good way
I finally went back to jujutsu last night after a hiatus of several months. My entire body now hurts, since I kind of flung myself into it without much thought given to the vast loss of muscle tone over the time I was absent, but on the whole, it was quite well worth it. I really missed that class. Not just the art, though that was first and foremost, but also the weird camaraderie that pervades the Fudoshin dojo. Although I don't usually interact with most of the other students outside of class, they're still friends of a sort, in an admittedly narrow way. Wildly insecure as I am about my grasp of Seibukan, sometimes I think I'm happier there than almost anywhere else, despite the odd flare of a neurose or two.

I'd forgotten how it felt to get totally caught up in a movement, the way time seems to stretch when I fall right into the proper sequence of tiny motions. And I'd forgotten how it felt for everything to snap into place for a brief and shining moment as the technique works just right. Sort of like the moment in the middle of an algebra problem when the solution becomes blindingly clear. When a technique goes right, everything else ceases to matter - the homework I'm behind on, my worries over various aspects of my life, even the weird neuroses I was experiencing seconds before. It all just...stops. I think that's the only time my mind is really ever clear. Maybe someday I'll learn to duplicate it in a situation where it can last more than part of a second :)

Right, now that I've rambled ecstatically, idiotically, and largely incoherently, I'm going to go to bed.

current mood: content

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Monday, October 21st, 2002
4:35 pm - Ungrammatical word generation
I noticed something interesting recently about my taste in people. Well, not people as in people-I-voluntarily-spend-time-with so much as objects-of-lecherous-speculation, but hopefully you know what I mean. In terms of physical attraction (purely physical, not modified by important things like personality), I notice a lot more women than guys. In terms of mental/emotional attraction, I run across a lot more guys that I'd be interested in. In fact, to date I've only met about one female I would have actually wanted to be in a relationship with, and she was straight. Which led to the un-etymologically correct phrase of "bi-sexual but largely heterorelationshipal" popping into my head. Just a bit of weirdness I thought I'd share. It makes me wonder if I'm a closet misogynist.

current mood: thoughtful

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Wednesday, October 16th, 2002
12:38 am - I'm melting...or at least my brain is. No beautiful wickedness
Gah. I seem to have acquired a cold. Not a bad one, really, since it has confined itself solely to one poor sad sinus, but it seems to be trying to eat my brain. Or maybe something else is eating my brain and the poor little virus is being unfairly maligned. At any rate, I've been remarkably incoherent today, to the point where I haven't even made sense to myself on a few occaisions. At least it was still recognizably english though. Mostly. "Volpone was...was...ahh! Hair dye! piglet! Crap, where was I?" It's really scary to hear things like that come out of your mouth, especially when you're just as confused about it as your listeners.

current mood: sick

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Friday, September 27th, 2002
12:08 am - I'm not dead, really.
I know I used to actually update this thing with inane trivialities about my life, but I got sort of busy for a time. Since then I've dropped a rather redundant English course (and apologized to the nice professor teaching it who gave me an A on my paper but then threw it away when I dropped. I don't think he was being vengeful so much as pragmatic-as-applied-to-normal-students). With any luck, this will allow me to do things like jujutsu, checking e-mail and reading/updating LJ again. Re-entering the state of non-relationshipness has not actually freed up any time, since the hours spent in the pursuit of monkey love are now occupied by more gaming. Which is actually a pretty good deal, since I like gaming at least as well I like nookie. Maybe more, since I don't feel bad about going to gaming looking scruffy, or failing to shower right after rolling dice. My roommates have also proved to be quite talented devourers of time. Today we packed into a small car and drove across town to buy masks, fabric and fairy wings. I thought "My, they're so nice and interesting for normal people!" then realized that my definition of normal people had been "straight non-gamers" for several years. I eventually need to root through my brain and evict a bunch of irrational prejudices (like subconsciously considering non-gamers to be somehow subhuman) and obsolete classifications. The portions of my brain not used for literary analysis have been running on auto-pilot for far, far too long. Anyways, I have to pack, but there should be a new burst of incoherency in the not-too-distant future.

current mood: cheerful

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Wednesday, August 28th, 2002
8:46 pm - Transvestite Saints
Apparently, there were a lot of these flitting about in the middle ages. Mostly women disguised as monks. The things being an English Lit major teaches you....
Anyways, just thought I'd share.
In other news, I'm feeling moderately stressed and slightly angst-ridden, and there's a nasty little soap opera going on in my apartment. Hopefully the rest of the year will be better.

current mood: distressed

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Sunday, August 25th, 2002
2:40 pm - Fun with apartments
Yeah, I know I haven't posted in a while, but I actually have a valid reason for once. I've spent much of the past week packing my things and moving into an on-campus apartment. I finally finished the big stuff on Friday, and will be retrieving the last few items (NWN, trenchcoat, bicycle) tonight.
I actually quite like it here. My room is small, but in a cozy rather than a claustrophobic way, thanks to the windows and ledges. By putting most of my computer on the little dresser, I even managed to acquire a small but adequate writing/drawing/leather-working area on my desk. The rest of the apartment is also pretty nice, except for the grim and scary bathroom, and the other people living here are all pretty nice, even if one of them is an RA. I suppose this just means I have to be a bit more circumspect about my mead-brewing plans.... Best of all, it has a living room full of couches and a good sized coffee table, making it ideal for gaming. Huzzah!

Anyways, that's all for now. More later, perhaps.

current mood: content

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