Any fool can criticize, condemn and complain...and most fools do.
- Benjamin Franklin

i'm in gryffindor!

Friday, January 30, 2004

Another book to add to the list of editions I want to buy when I make my first few million

The Works of Geoffrey Chaucer Now Newly Imprinted. London: Basilisk Press, 1975.

This is a limited edition facsimile of the Kelmscott Press production of Chaucer's works, held by many to be the most exquisite book of printed English literature. It was originally published in 1896 by William Morris with illustrations by Sir Edward Burne-Jones. It was the final book printed by Kelmscott Press under Morris and remains the only major effort to illustrate all of Chaucer's works.

Morris had a clear goal in mind when creating this edition: 'A book ornamented with pictures that are suitable for that book, and that book only, may become a work of art second to none, save a fine binding duly ornamented or a fine piece of literature.'

[ ... ]

That this edition was the crowning achievement for both men was not in doubt. Burne-Jones wrote, "Indeed, when the book is done . . . it will be a little like a pocket cathedral."

sigh Please note I'd even settle for a nicely printed replica from the `70's. And yet I still cannot get it. Being without money sucks.

Thursday, January 29, 2004

Misc.

The snow didn't hit us too hard up here. Sure, we got a lot of it, but it wasn't insane. I'm sorry I can't say the same for my friends in NYC. Sorry, guys.

Oscar's arthritic hip hurt him so much this morning that he had to eat out of his bowl while lying down. Poor fuzzy.

I've a new addiction: Hot Gimmick, the manga by Aihara Miki.

Hm. It's 8:20 already. I'd better get back to Japanese. I'll probably add more later, as I've not much to say lately.

Oh, sorry I couldn't answer the phone last night, ET. I was feeling sickly. Bleh.

Sunday, January 25, 2004

Polly wanna cigar?

Naturally, you've all read about Churchill's 104-year old foul-mouthed parrot. "Fuck Hitler," she says, sounding just like the former prime minister of Britain. "Fuck the Nazis." How adorable.

Better yet, though, is the plethora of useless and possibly erroneous information to be found at this site. For instance:
"Robert Heinlein once used the sound effect "*spung*" to describe female nipples changing shape. This is yet more evidence that Heinlein was scary in a bad way."

D'oh

Whoops. Ten days late! Bad Sugar Kat. Baaaad. Baaaaad. Oh, well. It's already been proven via extensive testing that I'm more than a bit of an idjit. Tra la!

Friday, January 23, 2004

Case of the disappearing blogs

A year and a half ago, I was persuaded to start a blog. Everyone's doing it, I was told. You should, too. We don't read your e-mail, anyway. So, I started a blog. I've kept up my blog. I've wasted far too much time on my blog. It's not a good blog, but it's here so I don't have to write e-mail (which I've pretty much stopped doing all together).

So what is everyone I know doing? Stopping their blogs. No more blogging. Bleh-phooie upon the blog fad.

Now I'm debating with myself whether I should bother continuing with my blog, as it is not very good and I suspect my friends for whom I created it don't have the time to read a badly written blog to find out what's going on with me. You know, they, like, have lives and stuff, as illustrated by their no longer wasting precious time on something as idle as blog maintenance.

(As my blog so clearly illustrates, I do not have a life.)

Christmas continues...

Well, I don't know what I did to earn the loot, but the gifts keep on coming.

Doomo arigatoo gozaimasu to...

  • D---, my brother's best friend from high school and almost a sister to me, sent me the Angels In America soundtrack, which made me very happy as I adored that film.


  • Maggie, who will meet you at 8 at Ray's Pizza, she swears, who sent me the My Neighbor Totoro DVD, which also made me very happy as I also adore this film.

I have such good friends! :)

Thursday, January 22, 2004

kingashinnen!

kingashinnen!


Gung Ho Fat Choy

monkey year 2004

Happy Year of the Monkey, y'all.

Wednesday, January 21, 2004

Whoops

First day of classes today. Japanese and Chaucer. Have not done a damned thing to help myself remember my Japanese except to watch Cardcaptor Sakura DVDs: they are in Japanese with English subtitles, so I can catch the spoken Japanese; the text is often in kana, as the characters are in elementary school and the intended audience is about that age, too. Other than that, I'm screwed (especially when it comes to vocab: adjectives, location, building names). Unless I really put a lot of work into it this weekend.

Ha. Yeah. Right.

Thursday, January 15, 2004





HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ET!





wow. now you're thirty. that's old. like, i-hope-i-die-before-i-get-old old.

'course, i'm still older than you are, e.g., old-fartier.

welcome to MIDDLE AGE.
Halifax, Sheepboy and i got it all warmed up for you.

cheers! -ltsk

Wednesday, January 14, 2004

Return of the little trooper

Came back home Monday. Have done little but reset the DVR to shows which are returning and flip through Entertainment Weekly magazines which arrived while I was away.

I have not and probably will not finish the latest Honor Harrington book before the semester starts on Tuesday. It's difficult to focus on the book at this stage, even though I'm half-way through it, as I keep thinking about the movies I've seen instead of the book I'm reading. And nothing's happening in the book. I know something will, it's an Honor Harrington book, but nothing has and that does not stand up again memories of oliphaunts and ships of war and giants.

Halifax's novel is completely beyond my limited mental capacities this holiday break. I'm feeling guilty about that one. How soon do you need the critique, Mr. Slasher?

Mostly I just want to go see a couple more movies (saw Big Fish last Saturday, and it was good) and veg out. Unfortunately, I live in Smalbany, NY, where small films do not come and if they do come, they don't stay long enough for us to get out to see them. Also, I have work to do to prepare for the upcoming semester.

My brain's so dead, however, all I want to do is take the LotR personality quiz over and over again, as I'm just so dead thrilled to be Pippin.

Saturday, January 10, 2004

Fool of a Took! the prequel

Made my mom take the Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? quiz, and she got the following result, which is just so damned appropriate, let me tell you:

my mom has a permanent case of pms
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Friday, January 09, 2004

That's just damned funny

Orlando Bloom is *MINE*, damn your eyes!
You are going to marry Orlando Bloom. He will
always treat you right and is very romantic. He
will do anything for you. He is very polite and
has deep brown eyes and is very good looking
(which is another plus!). He can make anything
cheesy look really good (like sliding down
stairs on a shield shooting arrows or wearing
pointy ears for example). Congrats!!


Which male celebrity are you going to marry?
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Just wanted to say...

I don't care how fucking ugly Charlize Theron is in Monster--and therefore how brilliant an actress she must be, because pretty people making themselves ugly is what acting's all about, don't you know--I will not go see Monster. When I want to go see an independent film, I'll go see In America again, which was a very good and moving film about the fringes of American society with brilliant acting which did not require a lead to go from fashion model to bufugly in order to be considered a real actor.

Regarding the dog

It still smells bad. The dog. The places where the dog hangs out. They smell. Bad. I have to wash my hands every time I touch the dog, they smell so horribly of him. It's like OCD: pet the dog, wash my hands. Not because of germs, though that is a concern considering the creature eats his own shit, but because his body odor reeks and transfers easily. I gag when I bring my hand anywhere near my face after petting the dog. He smells that bad.

There is a reason that "dog's breath" is such a nasty thing to call a place or thing. Dog's breath is the only thing which smells worse than the dog itself.

Yeah. You read that right. He eats his own shit. Most of it is shoveled up quickly after his walk and put into a corner of the yard most people don't go. Unfortunately, the boys don't do this and apparently M-- and E-- are begining to slack. I know this because there are shit land mines waiting to explode in semi-frozen form all over my shoe as I follow the dog around the yard, waiting desperately for him to just take a g*ddamned piss already so I can go inside. Or, apparently, to become a tasty snack for the dog.

Yes, you have to dig cat poops (and clumped pee) out of the catbox every week, but they have been deodorized (usually) by the potent chemicals in the sand and are small. You use a scoop and transfer the emittance into a plastic bag and toss it into the garbage, never to been seen or smelled again.

Dog piss is everywhere, and dog poops must be moved immediately unless you want to step in them later. The only reason you'd step in cat poop is if your cat is sick and pooping outside of the designated defecation area.

Cats automatically go to their box as kittens. They want to poop in their sandbox. Dogs must be trained not to poop and piss everywhere they see fit. And even that's not a guarantee, as they get excited and apparently have exceedingly poor bladder control.

Cats just saunter over to their box and do their business. You have to take the damned dog outside and wait, no matter what the weather (and scoop the poop, too, when the dog's done).

Cats don't have B.O. They do have shitty breath, but not because they actually eat shit. They just can't brush their own teeth. Dogs stink. It's not a smell you get used to; your sense of smell has to die before you can stop smellling that dog funk.

Oh, and when a dog farts, you sure as hell know about it. It's worse than some people I know.

Dogs are nice to see for short periods of time. Not to own. Lord above, never, ever to own. What the hell was my sister thinking. She wanted a cat, who would shit in a box in the basement without asking, but she gets a stinking poop machine. Ugh.

Lookalikes on Turner Classic Movies

Turns out that our Maggie looks a bit like Kim Hunter as Stella Kowalski in A Streetcar Named Desire (1951). I would not know this if I didn't spend far too much time watching old flicks on TCM.

Thursday, January 08, 2004

Observations regarding dogs

I will never own a dog.

They poop and pee everywhere.

They are horribly, horribly smelly.

They jump on your furniture and make it smelly.

Your hands smelly after you touch them.

They make your clothes smelly.

They jump on you, scraping you with their ridiculous, useless-yet-huge claws and messing up whatever you're wearing.

They track dirt everywhere.

No matter where they poop, you have to pick it up and move it.

Dogs are cute, but not to own. Leave the dog-owning to the insane, and don't go to their houses. Their houses stink and you will stink, too, after a little while. It's like going to a smoker's house, only the smoker won't jump all over you, shed on you, and get slobber on your shoes. Or chew on any- and everything in the reach of their mouths.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

Return of the Fool of a Took!

My elder sister, E--, took the Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you? quiz at my behest and wound up as

my sister's gandalf

which is rather appropriate, considering I'm "Pippin and his complete simple-mindedness". Which I am. See?

Returning to high seas

Went to see Master and Commander again. The screen was okay, but smaller than the one I saw it on the first time. The sound was crap, located entirely to the front. The soundscape in M&C is increadible: there is always the water and the creaking wood of the ship. However, you couldn't hear it in the theater we went to last night. This was very disappointing, as I wanted my sister and nephews to have the same experience I did when I saw it for the first time. My comfort is that their sound system at home is professional-grade (as my brother-in-law, M---, sets up systems like this for his job for major corporations and obscenely wealthy and such). They'll be able to hear every lap of water, every creak of timber and rope.

M&C is a bit like a documentary. You observe what happens during a certain period of time. It's brilliant. I never once thought I'm watching FX. The fighting ships of war looked like they had actually filmed fighting ships of war. Even with this observational, documentarian style which Weir chose, I found I cared for what happened to the men on the ship, to the ship, to its doctor, and I understood a little of what the men saw in their captain and why they were willing to sail around the Horn at his command.

Anyway, it's worth seeing and I'm very glad I saw it again.

Still want to see Return of the King again, though.

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

Fool of a Took!

Whee! I'm Pippin!
"Congratulations! You're Pippin!"


Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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Dog

My elder sister, E---, got a dog.

She'd had a cat, Mitzi, who was tiny and sweet, with the prettiest, greenest eyes I've ever seen. Mitzi was hit by a car in September. As of Christmas, E--- had recovered enough to want another cat.

"I want a cat," she said. "I want to get another cat." All during her stay, she let everyone know how much she wanted another cat.

So she got a dog. A six-month old rotweiler mix. From Petco, which is kind of like getting him at Wal-Mart. He was a rescued animal who'd been abused. How, they don't know. Or won't say. Petco had a "vet" check him out for them and they took the dog home and named him Max.

They're not planning on having him see a real vet any time soon, in spite of the history of abuse and his questionable background.

He's sweet and quiet and doesn't jump on you or sniff your crotch or bark or chew on your stuff if it's left anywhere remotely close to the floor. But he will, once he gets used to being here and being somebody's dog and not getting punished for it.

And they're not making any moves to get him professionally trained.

I'm not big on the not-peeing-and-pooping-in-designated-box thing. The walking the dog in rain and mud or else I get a puddle or worse on the carpet is not an entertaining thought. I'm not big on dog smell, either, which is kinda icky and permeates every room a dog habitates. Pet with B.O. There's something very wrong about that. I can handle fur, which can be rolled up with one of those rollers you can buy in bulk from Bed, Bath & Beyond, but body odor is another thing entirely. I'm definitely not happy with wet dog smell, which is super-foul. Like, gagging foul.

I like dogs, just not living with them. Especially when they haven't been properly trained. I'm definitely not the best choice to be the day-sitter for a six-month old dog who doesn't know not to defecate in the house.

This very well might be my last extended visit to my sister E---'s outside of Philly. We'll see.

Monday, January 05, 2004

p.s.

Saw The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King again today. Went to the "new" theater over on 34th between 8th and 9th. There were all of, like, four people in the theater, as we went to an afternoon showing on a Monday. It was like a private showing. It was awesome, especially since the seats were those nice, comfy stadium seats.

The movie's even better the second time around. It is different from the book, but I don't care. It's what it is, which is my new all-time favorite movie, bumping Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back out of the top spot for the first time since it was released. I'm on a RotK buzz. I'm so happy, I could cry. I want to see it again. (God how I love that sequence where they set off the bonfires from Gondor to Rohan. I feel like I'm soaring when I watch it.)

Well, I want to go see Master and Commander again and The Triplets of Belleville and then go see RotK again. With another huge-ass screen in a private screening. Yah, right. Super wicked-cool.





HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAGGIE!





hope you had a fantabulous day, in spite of it being a workday.

:)-kla.

p.s. my mom says the search-within-books bit of software on the amazorn site is wicked-cool and useful beyond the knowing of it. she asked me to share her thanks. So,

THANKS, SUPER-PROGRAMMER MAGGIE!

Sunday, January 04, 2004

A poem for today

The Writer's Almanac - FRIDAY, JANUARY 2, 2004
Poem
: "Any prince to any princess," by Adrian Henri, from The Loveless Motel (Jonathan Cape).


Any prince to any princess

August is coming
and the goose, I'm afraid,
is getting fat.
There have been
no golden eggs for some months now.
Straw has fallen well below market price
despite my frantic spinning
and the sedge is,
as you rightly point out,
withered.

I can't imagine how the pea
got under your mattress. I apologize
humbly. The chambermaid has, of course,
been sacked. As has the frog footman.
I understand that, during my recent fact-finding tour of the
Golden River,
despite your nightly unavailing efforts,
he remained obstinately
froggish.

I hope that the Three Wishes granted by the General
Assembly
will go some way towards redressing
this unfortunate recent sequence of events.
The fall in output from the shoe-factory, for example:
no one could have foreseen the work-to-rule
by the National Union of Elves. Not to mention the fact
that the court has been fast asleep
for the last six and a half years.

The matter of the poisoned apple has been taken up
by the Board of Trade: I think I can assure you
the incident will not be
repeated.

I can quite understand, in the circumstances,
your reluctance to let down
your golden tresses. However
I feel I must point out
that the weather isn't getting any better
and I already have a nasty chill
from waiting at the base
of the White Tower. You must see
the absurdity of the
situation.
Some of the courtiers are beginning to talk,
not to mention the humble villagers.
It's been three weeks now, and not even
a word.

Princess,
a cold, black wind
howls through our empty palace.
Dead leaves litter the bedchamber;
the mirror on the wall hasn't said a thing
since you left. I can only ask,
bearing all this in mind,
that you think again,

let down your hair,

reconsider.

Saturday, January 03, 2004

Movies what I've seen in the theater this season

  • The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
    oh my lord, 'twas so very, very good.
    blew me tiny, little mind.
    will most definitely see again.
    am dancing with glee in anticipation of ridiculously long extended version/"director's cut" DVD.

  • Love Actually
    very funny, very charming, rather sad without jerking tears.
    very good performances by amazing cast.
    a nice, British romantic comedy.

  • In America
    broke my freakin' heart, it did.
    great performances in very moving, delightful, touching, funny film about Irish immigrants in modern-day Manhattan.

  • Master & Commander: The Far Side of the World
    geeze pease louise, that was awesome to look at, and much, much better than I was expecting or the filmgoers deserved.
    seamless FX, brilliant battles, spot-on depiction of crowded, filthy, superstitious, deadly life on a ship of war.
    would definitely go see again, on very big screen with super-sound.
    yay Lucky Jack! (that's right, another Captain Jack.)
    (added bonus of educational-type website stuff which tells you what the hell the four course is.)

Thursday, January 01, 2004





-*- H A P P Y -*- N E W -*- Y E A R -*-




Wednesday, December 31, 2003

Jerk Squad!! R.I.P.

It once was funny. Now it's not.* Bow your heads, little children. Bow your heads.







*Now there is a funny response which should be left alone but is changed into some sort of personal diary entry whining about parental units or some such shit. If you're lucky enough to get a funny response. Ugh.

Tuesday, December 30, 2003

Holidays I hate the most

Saint Valentine's Day, naturally, bites it royally. I think it does for every single person. Also for those who are unhappily attached. It's a sucky holiday meant for the priveledged few who are in love and happy about it.

Good thing: cheap chocolates the day after.

New Year's sucks ass even more though. There's supposed to be this whole thing of reviewing the year past and getting started anew on the year ahead. My New Year's events always suck and are always with a parental unit. This year, Mom. It will be very, very bad. I had the opportunity to spend New Year's alone in my elder sister's house, but opted to stay here with Mom. I know all we'll do is fight and maybe drink champagne. I think the only reason I'm here is the champagne, which I like if it's good, and my mom's as choosey as I am about champagne. Every year starts the same and I hate that horrible feeling that I should start afresh but knowing it'll all go into the same shit as the previous year no matter what. I am who I am and all that. There will be no improvement. I don't need that depressing reminder every g*ddamned year. I'd rather just pretend it's not happening, beyond the change in year on my checks.

Good thing: champagne. And sometimes shrimps and cocktail sauce. I like sharing the shrimp tails with Oscar, who likes them even more than I do, which seems impossible.

My birthday, which is not a holiday but shall be included here for pretty much the same reason as New Year's. Except there's no champagne. And most everyone forgets my birthday. It's not that I mind bothering with my age, which is thirty, thank you very much. It's that there's nothing to celebrate at this point. What the hell have I done with my life? How will my life be better a year from my birthday? I won't, unless I can pull off another stunt like just after my 29th, when I quit my job from hell and went back to school. Can't do that. It'll just remind me of how much I haven't done and will never get to do. How nice. Lovely.

Good thing: my nephews still cared about my birthday last time. S-- got really excited about giving me my presents from France. It was really sweet. Lord knows that won't last much longer.

Saturday, December 27, 2003

More stash!

More things arrived yesterday.

  • From Nice Guy SheepBoy:
    LEGOLAS! 12" figurine. (Can't find a picture of it anywhere.) Now I really can play at Battle of Bath Tub Deep.


  • From elder sister:
    a little shopping trip to Eddie Bauer which resulted in more p.j. bottoms, some socks, and a nice sleeper top.
My elder sister likes to spoil me, much to the annoyance of her husband, who considers me to be very spoiled indeed. This may be true, but he doesn't have to give me that dirty look.

Also...

THANK YOU, SHEEPBOY, FOR THE SPLENDIFEROUS LEGOLAS! My nephews are jealous. ;)

Friday, December 26, 2003

LotR diary

Have finally seen Return of the King. Am v. happy that Aragorn has finally taken a bath. Looks v. sexy washed and kingly. Definitely shaggable.

Legolas so cool as to give me fits. Still the prettiest, but also now the coolest. Also v. funny with counting of his dead enemies. Would shag him senseless after battle if were resident of Minas Tirith. Am v. jealous of residents of Minas Tirith.

Think am now in love also with tiny hobbit. Mothering instinct? Perhaps would not shag so much as cradle in arms and kiss tiny forehead. Must see film again to test this. Wonder if so v. pretty, always-washed Legolas would be jealous.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I saw it!

Finally!

I saw The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Now I have to go see it again.

Especially the part with Legolas and the oliphaunt. (hee!)

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Oh, yum

We brined the turkey this Christmas, then grilled it on a Weber gas grill on the front porch using mesquite chips to smoke it, too. It was sooooooo good. It was the first turkey I've eaten where the white meat was even more flavorful than the dark. It was so tender, so juicy-sweeeeet. Nice turkeyes. Yesss.

We told Mom she has to use that special holiday brining stuff for every turkey from now on. Apple juice and oranges and ginger and garlic and kosher salt and I don't know what else. Some bay leaves. Cloves. Stuff. Anyway, it was good. I ate more turkey than anything else, even the stuffing, which was better than ever since Dad decided to change the age-old, tried-and-true recipe and stick apples and chestnuts into the stuffing. And it was good. But we ate so much turkey, collectively, that we stuffed ourselves too full to eat stuffing, which is usually the first thing to go (followed closely by the cranberry sauce, as we are good Northeasterners and use real cranberries not that horrible crap in a can).

I want to have turkey for breakfast. Or maybe second breakfast.

Thursday, December 25, 2003





-*- M E R R Y -*- C H R I S T M A S -*-




Stash!

Didn't get a lot this Christmas, but I got what I wanted.
Actually, I wanted a PS2, but Mom insists the Xbox version is the best version of DDR according to "experts" with whom she spoke. She was so pissed when I looked disappointed that it wasn't PS2 that there's no way I can ask her to return it for a PS2. Anyway, I've heard Xbox is moving away from the violence-and-nigh-porn market to video games normal human beings would be willing to play (plus, the Buffy game is for Xbox only, isn't it).

The P.J.s are really pretty and make me very happy as I very much wanted new ones in which to lounge about the house.

LotR diary

Discovered that delicious smoothies fat with carbohydrates. Decided to stick with sliver-of-fudge diet, as can obtain protein from walnuts in fudge. Except for today, when will forego all food except for large Christmas dinner, when will eat only turkey breast meat w/o fatty gravy.

Am thrilled that lovely sister has given special gift box of Two Towers. Huzzah! Can watch extra time of Legolas, who is still the prettiest, even though tiny hobbits v. cute indeed when find stash of apples and "weed".

Still have not seen Return of the King.

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

LotR diary

Have spent entire day with paper and ribbons. Am disgusted with whole wrapping-of-gifts tradition. Refuse to ever touch paper again, even if as pretty as the paper I saw at shop weekend last.

Still have not seen Return of the King. Am going through elf withdrawl. Am inseperable from Legolas doll. Still upset. Where is beautious elf? Where is sweaty yet attractive future king? Even beginning to fancy tiny hobbits with large, innocent eyes. Must go to shop and find Pippin doll. Am becoming pervy hobbit fancier?!

Tuesday, December 23, 2003

LotR diary

Am no longer going to make large pig of self. Start mornings with half grapefruit, then delicious smoothie for lunch and dinner. Will be gloriously thin for new year. Go me! Will, naturally, start this as soon as fudge is gone. Tiny bits of fudge will take place of lunch and dinner calories. Shall be v. thin after running off all icky fat. (New trainers for Christmas?)

This dieting and running shall distract me from my complete inability to get to theater to drool at Legolas and Aragorn in v. nice new armour thing with pretty silver tree. Am still v. worried about tiny hobbits.

Still have not seen Return of the King.

Monday, December 22, 2003

LotR diary

Watched first two LotR's on telly. Still v. good indeed. Got weepy when Gandalf fell into doom and shadow, though knew all actually fine and bleachy. Silly me.

Poor hobbits.

Legolas still the prettiest.

Still have not seen Return of the King.

Observations

French toast made with next-day french bread (i.e., stale) is the best. It's, like, in bite-sized pieces. Almost. Next-day french bread soaks up the egg and milk mixture very, very well without losing consistency. When it's done, the inside is like bread custard. I like my slices of french toast extra eggy. It also tastes better if you put a bit of cinnamon (just a bit) into the egg-milk mixture. Not enough that it'd be obnoxious with the maple syrup, but just a bit to make the soaked slices spotty before you put them on the grill.

Waking up with a bloody nose every morning is not fun. Except for blowing bloody snot and boogers into that first tissue. For some reason, that's kind of neat. The headaches which follow are not.

Cats make excellent feet and leg warmers when you are sitting or lying down. Only as long as they're willing to stay still. Otherwise, they can be annoying and must be replaced with a pillow.

Getting up before dawn and watching the sun rise ain't what it's cracked up to be. Sunsets are more dramatic and generally use the same palate as a sunrise, only with more color.

Finishing all of your Christmas shopping by mid-December makes that last week before Christmas kind of boring. Also, eveyone else who is still doing that last-minute shopping will hate you, though they'll refuse to admit it, as hating the well-prepared doesn't seem very much in the spirit of the season.

Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring and Lord of the Ring: The Two Towers both stand up to repeat viewings on a cable network over a weekend. Thank you, Starz! network.

Saturday, December 20, 2003

LotR diary

Soaked until pruney, then ate entire half-packet of holiday cookies (baked). Am v. great pig. Christmas tree now all covered in lights. V. pretty and festive. Huzzah for holidays. Will go make some nog.

Still have not seen Return of the King. Am becoming v. frustrated, as even tiny nephews have seen. Will go eat holiday chocolates out of silver guest bowl until feeling better.

GRR!!

I decided this year that, instead of making ET distribute Christmas presents for me, I'd send folks stuff from their Amazon.com wish list. This way they'd get something they wanted and it'd get shipped directly to them.

Except for Sam, la dame de sam {grrrl} d'abolico. The package was returned by USPS as UNDELIVERABLE. God only knows why.

Sorry, Sam. I tried to send you a book, but it was refused. Happy Christmas, anyway.

Importance?

For some reason, in the forty minutes since I posted that last post on Importance and Rank, I've dropped in the Google Importance Ranking System from 3/10 back to 2/10. How disappointing.

LotR diary

Still have not seen Return of the King. Am unusually anxious. Think will take a bath even though out of strawberry bubbles, as bath can be v. relaxing. Will use Legolas doll as bath toy. Battle of Bath Tub Deep.

nudge nudge purr purr

The semester is over. My last exam was Thursday (I think I probably got a B on it). I will now commence sleeping for many, many hours, alternating with the reading of nonessential books. And the critique of Halifax's new novel, though I'm not sure if I'm smart enough to do that. (It looks like a smart-person book.) Mostly, though, I will spend my time making my cats happy by letting them sit in my lap and petting their fuzzy heads. Right now, Floof is circling in my lap, pushing her persian rug forehead against my arms as I type, which makes it difficult to type. Oh, now she's settled down, but she's leaning against my right arm and frowning at me with her ears, which makes it difficult to type. Oops, now she's up again, angry that my arms keep moving.

nudge
nudge
circle
fwap with tail
nudge
sniff
step on arm
sniff
circle
fwap
sniff
nudge
settle
nudge
lean


I'd better go.

Importance!

My official Google importance rating has moved from 2/10 to 3/10! Woo! Thank you, Dear Readers! sniffle I feel so special.

Friday, December 19, 2003

LotR diary

Still have not seen Return of the King. Went to City, saw lots of theaters showing it, but couldn't find street parking. Companion too cheap to park in garage. Grr! Am feeling v. pouty. Will go eat chocolate mint bark stuff bought at mall, then sleep.





-*- H A P P Y -*- H A N N U K A H -*-




I did not know that

Word of the Day for December 6 was:


shibboleth • \SHIH-buh-luth\ • noun
1 a : a catchword or slogan used by members of a group but regarded by others as empty of real meaning b : a commonly held belief
2 : a behavior or use of language that identifies a person as belonging to a group

Example sentence:
Alice urged voters to ignore the political shibboleths put forth by her opponent.

Did you know?
The Bible's Book of Judges (12:4-6) tells the story of the Ephraimites, who, after they were routed by the Gileadite army, tried to retreat by sneaking across a ford of the Jordan River that was held by their enemy. The Gileadites, wary of the ploy, asked every soldier who tried to cross if he was an Ephraimite. When the soldier said "no," he was asked to say "shibboleth" (which means "stream" in Hebrew). Gileadites pronounced the word "shibboleth," but Ephraimites said "sibboleth." Anyone who left out the initial "sh" was killed on the spot. When English speakers first borrowed "shibboleth," they used it to mean "test phrase," but it has acquired other meanings since that time.

Thursday, December 18, 2003

LotR diary

Doll poked me in the eye. Eye now v. sore. Stupid doll.

Still have not seen Return of the King.

LotR diary

Have not seen Return of the King. Have Legolas doll, though. Will go play, then take nap. Beauty sleep. Perhaps Legolas doll would make good teddy bear?

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

There's a reason why I didn't know this word before today

...and that's because I completely lack this power.


duende • \doo-EN-day\ • noun
: the power to attract through personal magnetism and charm

Stress and exhaustion can be fun

Somehow, I have caught a cold. Head cold. I'm all stuffed up. No coughing. No flu. Just head aches and a stuffed nose. Almost like allergies, but not quite.

I am sick because I am stressed out and overtired. Overtired as opposed to regular tired, which is what I was the rest of the semester. Overtired means I could sleep all weekend long and still be tired. I require sleep muchly.

I am stressed out and overtired because this is finals week. My last final is tomorrow. Japanese. I got a 98 out of 100 on the listening final. This is very good indeed, but I will still have to do well on the written final in order to pull off the A I so desperately need. Japanese is a five-credit course, so any grade I get in it is weighted heavier than the grades I would get in a regular course. An A would pull up my sad, sad average nicely.

I should have been studying this afternoon after the official study session with Kaya-sensee, but I was too damned tired to do anything but watch my soap (I was right about the story arch of one character, but it looks like Mom's right about another, more important story arch, which means she's still ahead of me in the game). Then I took a nap. Now it's time for me to make dinner (in spite of my needing to study and being sick, as my mother wouldn't cook if her life depended upon it, at least, not anymore). Here's hoping I'll still have enough time to get my vocabulary down before the exam at 1:00 tomorrow.

Still and all, it's better to be stressed and overtired because of finals week than it is to be stressed and tired because of the crap-ass job I used to have. Big ol' :p at C--- (the company, not the very nice friend in Boston) and T---- P----. And a mocking "woo-ha!".

LotR diary

Have not seen Lord of the Rings: Return of the King. Am not upset, as there are many days left in week. Still have exam, anyway. Will go have nap, to be refreshed and perky for studying.

Monday, December 15, 2003

Observations

If you have rear-wheel drive, it's okay to drive in crappy weather so long as you have a well-engineered vehicle and are a good driver. Four-wheel drive means nothing if it's a crappy car driven by a crappy driver.

This skill, of driver and of engineers, will only go so far if the goddamned town won't send out a plow. There needs to be some attempt made at plowing/salting/sanding the roads if anyone is going to make it. This is especially important if the town has known of the snow storm for two days and known it would be a doozy. It will prevent accidents, as most people can't afford a well-engineered car and are shitty drivers.

Snow tires are a good idea, too. All-weather tires you've had for three years aren't.

Make sure you have something besides a mittened hand to clean out your tire wells if you're going to try and drive through unplowed roads during a snow storm and only have rear-wheel drive and old all-weather tires.

If you know it's going to snow that heavily, put on your boots, even if they're kinda ugly and you're going to Burburry's. The warm, furry clogs will not do, even if they have treads and thick soles which will generally keep your feet above snow. This is because you never know when you might have to get out of the car and push. In fact, you will probably have to get out of the car and push if you're driving to and from Vermont and there is a big snow storm expected and the towns don't bother to do anything about the roads and the car is a rear-wheel drive with worn all-weather tires. If you don't have the boots on, you will get snow all over your feet. You won't necessarily have better traction in the snow the tires are getting no purchase in, but it'll be better than the furry winter clogs. Still, furry winter clogs will keep your toes warmish, so be thankful for that much.

Bring gloves of some sort. Mittens borrowed from your mother will probably not fit.

If you have to drive a car with rear-wheel drive and worn all-weather tires, make sure it's a small car. You will have a chance of pushing the damned thing in that case, and it won't be too scary when you slip and fall while trying to push and the car starts sliding back toward you.

Wear a hat, as the snow will mat in your hair and make it clumpy. When you finally do get home, the clumpy snow hair will start to melt down your back. Your mother will be reminded of the days when you used to go sledding and feel nostalgic and act unusually mother-like, but you will be even colder and wetter than you were outside, pushing the car up a hill during a snow storm.

Take a hot bath immediately after you get home. This will help you not ache so much in the arms and back and legs when you get up the next morning to shovel the sidewalk and try to find the newspaper buried under the snow. You will not have searing hot stabbing pain all over your spine and you will be able to walk without looking like you're eighty-five years old and you will be able to lift the teapot without whimpering.

No matter how much you hurt and how much you had to work just to get home, you will still prefer snow to cold rain and you will still think the snow is beautiful while you shovel the sidewalk and your back barks pain! pain! pain! at you.

Sunday, December 14, 2003

Evil bastard caught

I got up late, but just in time to hear my mom say, "Sugar Kat! Come here!" I figured there was something I did wrong (again), so I shuffled to the office and said, "What?" in an aggrieved tone, as I revert to about thirteen years of age when I'm around my mom. She was in her AOL account and watching a live internet news report from ABC.

"They caught him!" she said, waving her hand at me to get closer, not taking her eyes away from the streaming video.

"Who?"

"Saddam."

"Who?"

She gave me a dark, you-idiot look. "Saddam Hussein. They caught him."

Some general-type was giving a news conference and showing pictures of where Saddam had been hiding out when the U.S. Special Forces caught him. The irony of where he was compared to where he had been, and the fact that he could see his palaces from where he'd been hiding, was lost on no one, not even the general speaking.

My first thought was, They didn't catch Hitler, but they caught him.

My second thought was, How do we know this is the real deal? What if it's some sort of fake Saddam they're showing us to make America and the world think the invasion of Iraq wasn't a complete waste of time and money and lives, military and civilian?

Mom said they waited until they had DNA proof that it was Saddam.

I guess they used the DNA from his sons. Or something.

I wanted to listen to NPR, whose round-the-clock news coverage I trust. We had to get in the car, anyway, 'cause Mom wanted me to go with her to Manchester, Vermont, so I could try on a coat at one of the outlet stores there. We listened to the news on the way there, taking pictures of the moutains, hoping we'd make it there and back before the storm hit (no, we didn't). At a certain point when listening to the news coverage, I got goosebumps.

We did some good, I thought. We got rid of a horrible dictator and we caught him and now he'll have to face a court of law.

The goosebumps went away quickly after a little bit of thinking. There are still terrorist cells which have entered Iraq with the increasing lack of law and order since our invasion. They won't go away any time soon.

There will still be Ba'athist resistence, though that may die down after some months more.

There is still no real law and order there, and we don't seem to be bothered to set up any. We didn't bother to get UN support before we went, so I don't think we'll get them to come in any time soon to install UN police forces. (Our guys are military, not police. They are not trained to be police and they shouldn't have to be. Half the problems we have over there are because we're making our military forces play a role they were never trained for. It's not easy to police an area. You need special training and someone to police the police forces in case there's any abuse of power. Ask the NYPD.)

We're pulling out too soon, long before we can guarantee a settled, established native government. We've started this mess, we're responsible. It would be increadibly irresponsible of us to bail out before we've helped the Iraqi people finish the job. We're their government right now, we're responsible for them. They're our colony until we establish a viable Iraqi government. If we don't stay and finish the job properly, take the responsibility our invasion of that nation has given us, there will probably be some sort of civil war followed by a coup which will establish a government not unlike the Taliban (which has been sneaking back into power in Afghanistan since we started ignoring the mess we made there to go make a mess of Iraq).

It's terrifically depressing to think of my classmates getting blown up for no reason.

But they aren't. Saddam has fallen from power. He's been caught. He and his family will never hold sway over Iraq again. They'll never have civilians tortured and murdered. They won't make any more mass graves. They won't be able to reroute a river to destroy a culture as ancient as civilization itself and destroy one of the most fertile lands in the region. Saddam will face some sort of court of law (hopefully an international court of law, like the Nazis had to face, with lots of Iraqis involved). He will be penalized (I think life in prison, for someone who'd held such absolute power and had had anything he desired brought to him, would be exquisite torture for the evil bastard--the death penalty is too easy on him, as he can only die once and he deserves a lot more than one death). Our military forces have accomplished that much, at least. Thank goodness.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Yeah, that's about right

I went to see The Matrix Revolutions with my dad and brother the day after Thanksgiving. Not because I was all psyched to see it, but because I'd seen The Matrix and, unfortunately, The Matrix Reloaded and wanted to see how the finished the story. It was...okay. I'm more angry with books and shows and films which show great potential and don't live up to it than those that suck outright. The Matrix series had great potential. ...sigh...

Anyway, I'm a fan of Ebert's reviews. He's one of the very few whose opinion I trust, and I like his style (especially when he hates something). I read his review of The Matrix Revolutions, to which he gave three stars out of four. An impressive result for a disappointing film, but I agreed with it for the reasons he gave in the review.

Thought I'd share this:

Still, in a basic and undeniable sense, this is a good movie, and fans who have earned their credit hours with the first two will want to see this one and graduate. To the degree that I was able to put aside my questions, forget logic, disregard continuity problems and immerse myself in the moment, 'The Matrix Revolutions' is a terrific action achievement. Andy and Larry Wachowski have concluded their trilogy with all barrels blazing. Their final apocalypse in the bowels of the Earth plays like 'Metropolis' on steroids. There are sights here to stir the sense of wonder, and a marriage between live action and special effects that is about as good as these things get in the movies.

[...]

Note: 'The Matrix Reloaded' was notable for the number of key characters who are black; this time, what we notice is how many strong women there are. Two women operate a bazooka team, Niobe flies the ship, the women have muscles, they kick ass, and this isn't your grandmother's Second Sex anymore.
Yeah, that was an especially cool part of the series, the casual way in while multiracial cast and strong females were used. Black, brown, and white (no yellow or red that I saw) people working together with no big fuss, women kicking ass and getting respect for it but no big fuss made about their being female while doing it.

So, you see, the film didn't suck outright. It was just disappointing. Read the link to Ebert's review and understand. I don't see why I should repeat what he wrote in stating my opinion, especially since he's a much better writer. ;)

Post

This is a post. I am posting. Ta da. There is nothing going on in my life except for the usual stupidity of self, mother, the drunken bastardry of my fellow students, and finals.

I turned in a short story today that I think might not have sucked as much as I originally thought. Volunteers to read? I wrote it in an afternoon (after thinking about it for three weeks). You can tell me it sucks, as I'm pretty sure it does, but not positive, which is why I need a volunteer reader. (Not you, ET, I know.)

I also took the listening component of the final in Japanese. I think I may have gotten two questions partially wrong, but other than that, I should be fine. As in, pretty durned close to A in spite of my inability to remember the gosh darn adjectives from Chapter 2. My Japanese teacher is super-cute in that she seems like she would have been a great anime character when she was a junior high school student (average age of most anime females). She's strict but fair and very funny. I want to do well for myself and my GPA, but mostly I want to make her proud. She's that kind of teacher. I'm glad I got into her 102 class next semester.

I'm not going to say a damned thing about baseball winter moves. Except grr. Grrrr!

I'm dragging my ass about getting presents out and cards out and stuff. I went a little crazy for Christmas this year. I really like this whole buying presents thing. Except for the credit card bill. That part sucks. Other than that, the joy of giving is helping Christmas outpace Halloween as my favorite holiday (mostly 'cause I haven't been able to wear a costume or go to a party in years, which makes Halloween actually kinda boring, outside of the half-price chocolate the next day, which is accompanied by massive guilt of the chocolate binger).

I've come to the conclusion I will never, ever go on another date in my life. This is not because I think all men suck, 'cause not all men suck, that's a stupid thing for anyone to think. It is because I am Sugar Kat the Un****able. I'm going to crawl under a rock after I'm done posting this.

I'm probably failing my second-favorite class (Japanese being my favorite) this semester because the syllabus says I have to turn in every assigned, um, assignment if I don't want to get an F (technically an E as they don't give F's here due to some undue affection for the alphabet). This sucks, as I know my efforts otherwise have been stellar. (You know me. I'd never boast about something like that. I really have worked my big white ass off for that class.) There's always some assignment in a class I don't turn in due to all of my efforts to complete said assignment sucking ass. Worst part is I'm taking a course with the same professor next semester and I'm convinced she now hates me. Intellectually I know that's not true. I'm just a student in her class. What does she care that she has to hand out an F (E). Makes her look like a tough grader, right? Still, my inner six-year old is absolutely sure she hates me. Hate, hate, hate. This is depressing, as I really like the prof. She's funny and super-well-rounded, especially for an English prof. And she is a SF/F dork and a big Yankees fan. She's cool! Wah! She hates me! Wah!

My constantly changing prescription is whacking out my body and mind. I'm in a terrible chemically-induced funk which makes doing anything nigh-impossible (like the Tick, except he was nigh-invulnerable). I am countering this funk by reading books I shouldn't be reading as I've assigned reading to do and really don't have time for the unassigned reading. Read Orson Scott Card's Shadow Puppets, which was okay, not thrilling, as there wasn't enough maniacal Peter and Bean was a little too whiny (I liked the Caliph stuff, though). This is aggravating my situation, as I am now getting my lazy arse in trouble for not doing the work I need to do because I'm reading unassigned reading. It'll be good to get to the holidays, when I can read all the unassigned reading I want to.

Other problem, though, is I am suffering from constant puking and low-level fevers and gastrointestinal issues and migraines and fatigue beyond any I've experienced and so on. This is also getting in the way of my getting my work done. How? Well, for instance, I'm too busy puking to write up the answers to the assigned questions for a particular project. Or I'm too dizzy from fever to do anything by lie down and close my eyes so I can't write up my journal response to the assigned reading.

I want this biochemical trouble to go away before it fucks up a third semester. Dammit.

I'm gonna go watch Angel now.

Saturday, December 06, 2003

Cool!

I read this in yesterday's Times and kept bouncing in my seat with excitement. I wound up reading it out loud to my mom, as I thought it was too cool an idea not to share immediately. Space ports! Whee! That much closer to SF-reality.

Anyway, I wanted you guys to read it, too. This is copyrighted to The New York Times. It won't be available for free through the link (below) for much longer, so I'm posting it on here. I may have to delete it soon, so read up.


Op-Ed Contributor
Fly Me to L 1
By BUZZ ALDRIN

Published: December 5, 2003
LOS ANGELES

For the last 24 hours, news reports have been soaring into orbit that President Bush and NASA are busy preparing their vision for the future of America's space program — and that this vision may involve sending astronauts back to the moon, and perhaps establishing some sort of permanent base there. I applaud the instinct, but I think that a moon shot alone seems more like reaching for past glory than striving for new triumphs.

Instead, I think the next step in our space program should be to create a floating launching pad for manned and unmanned missions to the Moon, Mars and beyond. This is not a task for the unfinished International Space Station, which is intended to be a floating laboratory rather than a bridge to the heavens.

A much more practical destination than the moon or the space station is a region of space called L 1, which is more than two-thirds of the way to the moon and is where the gravity fields between the Earth and Moon are in balance. Setting up a space port there would offer a highly stable platform from which spacecraft could head toward near-Earth asteroids, the lunar surface, the moons of Mars and wherever else mankind decides to travel.

Unlike the Moon and the International Space Station, which is in low-earth orbit, L 1 is not the site of strong gravitational pulls, meaning that spacecraft can leave there without using much energy. Thus L 1 would be the most sensible position for a base that would function as a test area and way-point for robotic flights as well as a support station and safe haven for human exploration of the solar system.

It would also be relatively cheap, at least in terms of space travel. To create a port at L 1 we can use the building methods that have already proved successful for Skylab and the International Space Station — and we can probably get it up and running for $10 billion to $15 billion, significantly less than the International Space Station, which will likely exceed $100 billion in the end. We can also save money by shifting away from using the space shuttle as the transport vehicle and by developing a new, more flexible launch vehicle and crew module to get people and cargo up to the L 1 port.

Unfortunately, NASA's work on future vehicles — including the much-ballyhooed "orbital space plane" — has stalled since the disaster with the Shuttle Columbia. And even before then, the agency had been focusing on the wrong sort of craft: one limited to transporting four astronauts at a time with little or no cargo-carrying capability. Such a craft would essentially be duplicating what the Russian Soyuz craft already does adequately: bringing several astronauts up and back from a space station, but little else. Moreover, NASA's "Supersized Soyuz" approach focuses only on serving the International Space Station, rather than working toward a more expansive vision.

There are better ways to invest our money in a new craft. One that would be relatively quick and easy would be to keep what works in the current space transportation system — the rocket boosters, external tank and trained staff — and combine them with new elements. The tanks and boosters we now use will soon be predictable and safe, as a part of NASA's post-Columbia efforts. And if we stick with them, no new buildings or untested ground-transportation methods would need to be built.

The big change would be to replace the aging shuttle orbiter with a new crew module that would hold perhaps eight or more astronauts, and build a so-called heavy-lift vehicle, capable of carrying cargo, that would attach behind the module. This craft would be capable of variable crew and cargo configurations. The crew module would need built-in escape and rescue capabilities for the people aboard. The early version might have to make parachute or parafoil landings in the ocean, although eventually it should be modified to make runway landings.

Over time, more powerful engines and reusable rocket boosters could be added to make possible sending even larger payloads and more passengers into space at a lower cost per person and per pound. But the important thing for the president to think about at this point is the long-term future of space flight and for NASA to pursue all avenues, big and small, to come up with the best plan.

Unfortunately, NASA has limited its $135 million orbital space plane development contracts to a few giants: proposals by Boeing, Lockheed Martin and Northrop Grumman. As a result, the space agency has shut the door on the smaller, entrepreneurial companies that are responsible for some of the most innovative current thinking on space technology. The farther reaching scope of an L 1 effort calls for collaboration and competition — two qualities that should be part of the cultural change NASA pledged to undertake after loss of the Columbia.

In addition, NASA might even look at a new competitor as a possible partner. The modernized, Soyuz-like manned capsule that China sent into orbit in October is potentially safer and seems technologically more robust than the Russian version. Working jointly with China would not only fill a needed gap when America's agreement with Russia on using Soyuz runs out in 2006, but it would also make a potentially important political alliance. China and America are on the verge of a new space race — with economic competition expected from Japan, Europe and perhaps India — and it is better to start off with cooperation than with confrontation.

The tragedy of the Columbia, combined with China's successful launch, have put NASA at a crossroads. America's continued leadership in space depends on decisions made now. President Bush should realize that the first step is a bold new vision from the top.


Buzz Aldrin, an astronaut on the Apollo XI moon mission, is chairman of Starcraft Boosters, which develops reusable booster rockets for spacecraft.

Copyright 2003 The New York Times Company

Wednesday, December 03, 2003

Another fun word

Can you tell I'm too busy to actually write a post? La, la, la. End of the semester blues. If I could, I'd post the pictures of what my brother has done to his Muppets finger puppets, but I don't have the server space on my blog and they're...kinda evil.

Here's another enjoyable word from the English language, courtesy of Merriam-Webster.


The Word of the Day for December 2 is:

bathetic \buh-THEH-tik\ adjective
1 : extremely commonplace or trite
2 : characterized by insincere or overdone pathos :
excessively sentimental

Thursday, November 27, 2003





HAPPY THANKSGIVING!





enjoy your turkey and stuffing and cranberry sauce and gravy and mashed potatoes and pies.
or your Tofurky(tm) and stuffing and cranberry sauce and pathetic attempt at meatless gravy which turns out to be a flavorless sauce with no substance (bleh!) and mashed potatoes and pies.
or street vendor hot dog or Chinese take-out or whatever.

hope you get to spend this weekend with people you love who love you whom you can stand spending more than ten minutes with at a time.

gobble gobble gobble
-l.t.s.k.

Wednesday, November 26, 2003

Remote blogging

Am posting from wilds of the suburbs of The City of Brotherly Love. Just saw Elf and highly recommend this bit of holiday-related fun (with Nazgul chasing Santa!). Not posting more on that, as I am crappy with the reviews. Go watch ET's blog. Or something.

Anywa, speaking of film, Maggie posted the AFI top 100 films (I think it's American films only). Figured I'd mark off which ones I've seen. Maybe make comments. Yeah, with comments. I can't resist. Movies I've seen are marked with an "x".


  1. "Citizen Kane," 1941
    x
    this is a highly overrated film. see Touch of Evil instead

  2. "Casablanca," 1942
    x
    everyone should see this movie. personally, i think this and number one should be switched. so does my mom and one of her professors at The New School

  3. "The Godfather," 1972
    will see

  4. "Gone With the Wind," 1939
    x
    lord, but i hate this movie...and the book it's based on. purely exConfederate propaganda: a piece o' poop

  5. "Lawrence of Arabia," 1962
    i've only seen bits and pieces, not the whole thing

  6. "The Wizard of Oz," 1939
    x
    i have trouble imagining a single American over the age of ten who hasn't seen it, but i suppose such people must exist

  7. "The Graduate," 1967
    x

  8. "On the Waterfront," 1954
    Kazan trying to explain away his bastardly behavior before the House UnAmerican Activities Committee. evil shit

  9. "Schindler's List," 1993
    x
    good, but an all-time top film? i beg to differ

  10. "Singin' in the Rain," 1952
    x
    i so very love this movie

  11. "It's a Wonderful Life," 1946
    x
    my elder sister and her husband watch this movie every Christmas, without the kids. which is really sweet and old-fashioned romantic

  12. "Sunset Boulevard," 1950
    x
    another movie i enjoyed very, very much

  13. "The Bridge on the River Kwai," 1957
    will see

  14. "Some Like it Hot," 1959
    only seen bits and pieces

  15. "Star Wars," 1977
    x
    uh, like, duuuuh

  16. "All About Eve," 1950
    x
    oh, lord, how i love this movie; queen of bitch films

  17. "The African Queen," 1951
    x
    eh, it was okay

  18. "Psycho," 1960
    x
    fun! fun fun fun!

  19. "Chinatown," 1974
    you know what happens to Jack Nicholson's nose in this film, right?

  20. "One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest," 1975
    x
    saw this when i was just a kid; blew me away, but i think it may have messed with my developing mind

  21. "The Grapes of Wrath," 1940

  22. "2001: A Space Odyssey," 1968
    x
    i liked it when i saw it when i was ten or something, but the psychedelic grooviness wears damned thin after you've hit puberty

  23. "The Maltese Falcon," 1941
    x
    i was very young, so i don't remember much

  24. "Raging Bull," 1980

  25. "E.T. - The Extra-Terrestrial," 1982
    x
    SheepBoy got me the DVD last year for Christmas. it's just as good as it was when i saw it when i was little. i still cried, a little

  26. "Dr. Strangelove," 1964
    x
    oh, lord, but this is a damned funny movie

  27. "Bonnie and Clyde," 1967
    whee! fun wtih guns. probably won't see unless catch on cable. prefer History Channel summary of real life events

  28. "Apocalypse Now," 1979
    x
    i was too young. way, way too young

  29. "Mr. Smith Goes to Washington," 1939
    x
    i looooooooooooooove this movie. i'm such a sucker for Capra-type patriotism

  30. "The Treasure of the Sierra Madre," 1948
    will see

  31. "Annie Hall," 1977
    will see, even though it's a Woody Allen film. after all, he made Purple Rose of Cairo and What's New Pussycat?, so he didn't suck all the time

  32. "The Godfather Part II," 1974
    will see

  33. "High Noon," 1952
    will see, even though it's a western (i hate westerns)

  34. "To Kill a Mockingbird," 1962
    x
    i wish Atticus was my dad. or my husband. or our president. something.

  35. "It Happened One Night," 1934
    x
    saw it for the first time a couple of weeks ago. very charming indeed

  36. "Midnight Cowboy," 1969
    the guy's name is Ratso Rizzo. i guess i'll just have to see it, huh, in spite of the year

  37. "The Best Years of Our Lives," 1946
    x

  38. "Double Indemnity," 1944
    i have to see this, and Laura

  39. "Doctor Zhivago," 1965
    my brother and mother both insist i have to see it

  40. "North by Northwest," 1959
    x
    but with commercials, so maybe that's a half-x

  41. "West Side Story," 1961
    x
    i love this musical, but this isn't the best version of it

  42. "Rear Window," 1954
    x
    oh, i really loved this one. yay Hitchcock!

  43. "King Kong," 1933
    i think i might have actually seen it, but it's hard to say, so that means i'll have to watch it "again"

  44. "The Birth of a Nation," 1915
    you know, i've heard a lot about how this is one of the greatest films of all time, but it's entirely KKK propaganda. fuck the critics. i'm not going to watch anything which glorifies the KKK

  45. "A Streetcar Named Desire," 1951
    i really want to see Vivien Leigh and Marlon Brando in this adaptation of the play

  46. "A Clockwork Orange," 1971
    will see

  47. "Taxi Driver," 1976
    um, maybe. (ngh...probably not)

  48. "Jaws," 1975
    x
    whee! fun!

  49. "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs," 1937
    x
    it's not a feminist's wet dream, but it's beautiful and sweet, so :p on the feminists

  50. "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid," 1969
    another one i will see in spite of it being a western

  51. "The Philadelphia Story," 1940
    x
    very much like

  52. "From Here to Eternity," 1953
    famous love scene, yeah, but i'm not going to see it

  53. "Amadeus," 1984
    x
    oh, this was one of my absolute favorites when i was a kid. haven't seen it since it was in the theaters

  54. "All Quiet on the Western Front," 1930
    x
    gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. it's very, very good. seriously. see it.

  55. "The Sound of Music," 1965
    x
    doe, a deer, a fe-male deer

  56. "M*A*S*H," 1970

  57. "The Third Man," 1949
    most definitely will be seeing this one

  58. "Fantasia," 1940
    x
    uh, like, duuuh

  59. "Rebel Without a Cause," 1955
    my mom remembers worshipping James Dean. i'd like to see this, but i'm not in a rush

  60. "Raiders of the Lost Ark," 1981
    x
    seriously, though. duuuuuuh

  61. "Vertigo," 1958
    will most definitely see

  62. "Tootsie," 1982
    x
    just saw the beginning again a couple of weeks ago (to be interrupted by a call from a bored ET). i'd forgotten how much i liked it. woo! I Love The `80's Strikes Back!

  63. "Stagecoach," 1939
    western. bleh. no.

  64. "Close Encounters of the Third Kind," 1977
    x
    i'm a dork. i hum along to the music

  65. "The Silence of the Lambs," 1991
    x
    fava beans go with so many things

  66. "Network," 1976
    will see

  67. "The Manchurian Candidate," 1962
    um, huh? checks IMDB uh, no

  68. "An American in Paris," 1951
    x
    love it! eeeeee!

  69. "Shane," 1953
    i think i need to see this one, in spite of it being a western

  70. "The French Connection," 1971
    uh, probably not. it's a `70's movie and has car chases. bleh

  71. "Forrest Gump," 1994
    x
    oh, good god, what an overrated piece of shit this was. i cannot believe it won the Oscar. it's appalling that it made this list. it sucks

  72. "Ben-Hur," 1959
    well, i kind of have to see it now that i've seen Gladiator

  73. "Wuthering Heights," 1939
    x
    better than the book, but i'd rather watch Laurence Olivier in Pride and Prejudice with Greer Garson

  74. "The Gold Rush," 1925
    well, everyone's seen the scene where he eats his boot, but that's all i've seen

  75. "Dances With Wolves," 1990
    x
    not all that great. i'd rather watch Field of Dreams if you're going to make me watch a gooey-type Kevin Costner movie

  76. "City Lights," 1931
    i really need to see more silent films

  77. "American Graffiti," 1973
    x
    i don't remember much, except for 1950's hair and cars

  78. "Rocky," 1976
    i don't care how good my mom says it is, i'm not watching a flick about boxing with Silvester Stallone in it

  79. "The Deer Hunter," 1978
    see that year? so, like, no, i won't

  80. "The Wild Bunch," 1969
    westerns. bleh-phooie

  81. "Modern Times," 1936
    must see

  82. "Giant," 1956
    "a sprawling epic following the life of a Texas cattle rancher...". oh, dear lord no

  83. "Platoon," 1986
    no. i've seen enough Vietnam War movies to last a lifetime. they are rarely watchable. i'll go watch All's Quiet On The Western Front instead

  84. "Fargo," 1996
    i just realized i never finished watching the video. i am an idiot.
    so, like, no x. dammit

  85. "Duck Soup," 1933
    must. see. this. film.

  86. "Mutiny on the Bounty," 1935
    sorry, not interested

  87. "Frankenstein," 1931
    x
    but of course! Bride of Frankenstein is even better

  88. "Easy Rider," 1969
    x
    my parents made me watch it so i could understand the `60's a little better.
    the `60's sucked ass

  89. "Patton," 1970
    nah

  90. "The Jazz Singer," 1927
    it was the first talkie. that makes it great?

  91. "My Fair Lady," 1964
    x
    this was my grandfather's favorite film. completely out of character for him, but it was.
    i like it, too, even though the ending's better in Pygmalion

  92. "A Place in the Sun," 1951
    Mom tried to make me watch it. i got bored

  93. "The Apartment," 1960
    i keep hearing how good this is, but it's not at the top of my list to see

  94. "Goodfellas," 1990
    x
    ugh. that is an awful way to die

  95. "Pulp Fiction," 1994
    will see. just getting up the gumption to deal with the hypodermic needles

  96. "The Searchers," 1956
    western. yuck

  97. "Bringing Up Baby," 1938
    x
    adorable. i love this movie. there should be more `30's comedies on here

  98. "Unforgiven," 1992
    it's a western, so i've been reluctant to see it, but i might break in the future

  99. "Guess Who's Coming to Dinner," 1967
    it's late `60's, almost as bad as `70's, so i'm not hot on seeing it, in spite of how good i'm told it is

  100. "Yankee Doodle Dandy," 1942
    x
    this is in the top 100 because why?


  101. Total: 48/100.


Almost half. Not bad. Some of these choices are, though. Ick.

Saturday, November 22, 2003

I just love saying this word...mostly 'cause it sounds like I'm sneezing

The Word of the Day for November 22 is:

eschew \es-CHOO\ verb
: to avoid habitually especially on moral or practical
grounds

Example sentence:
In his stand-up comedy routines, Michael eschews the vulgar
language and gross humor frequently used by his colleagues.

Did you know?
"Eschew" derives from the Anglo-French verb "eschiver" and
is akin to the Old High German "sciuhen" ("to frighten off"), an
ancestor of our word "shy." In his famous dictionary of 1755 Dr.
Samuel Johnson characterized "eschew" as "almost obsolete."
History has proven that the great lexicographer was wrong on
that call, however. William [Makepeace!] Thackeray found "eschew" alive
enough to use it almost one hundred years later in his classic
novel Vanity Fair: "He has already eschewed green coats, red
neckcloths, and other worldly ornaments." The word swelled in
usage in English during the 19th and 20th centuries and is now
common enough to be included even in small paperback
dictionaries.

Tuesday, November 18, 2003

Curry!

Hey, did you know that S&B Curry comes in a convenient heat-and-eat pack, with chopped veggies already in it? Whee! Lord bless those clever Japanese curry packagers!

On not posting

First off, I was away in Boston this weekend, so I couldn't. But mostly I'm stuck trying to write this one post I'm not even sure I should post. Something happened to me and I'm not sure I want to write about it. I'm just not sure if I really want to share it with the world. Such is the plight of the blogger.

Wednesday, November 12, 2003

The Word of the Day for November 12 is:



ennead \EH-nee-ad\ noun
: a group of nine


To the ancients, nine was a very special number, one often associated with gods and divinity. Legends and literature have long characterized groups of nine as having a special, in some cases magical, significance. Ancient Egyptians organized their gods into groups of nine; even today, their principal group of gods (headed by sun god Re-Atum) is called the "Great Ennead of Heliopolis." The "Ennead" English speakers use in that name traces to "ennea," the Greek word for "nine." "Ennead" is also used generally to refer to other groups of ancient gods. Furthermore, it is the name given to six sets of nine treatises by Greek philosopher Plotinus that were collected and organized by his 3rd-century disciple, Porphyry.

Tuesday, November 11, 2003

One more thing

(Every time I think or hear or read that phrase, I hear it in my head in "Uncle"'s voice.)

People have not been using the smilies provided by Enetation.co.uk in my commenter-thingie. Perhaps readers are as yet unaware of the codes. Here is a link to a post which listed the codes and corresponding smilies.

Have a blast, children.

Satisfied?

Seeing as I have, like, one loyal reader (ET) and one very occasional reader (Halifax), I suppose I ought to give reader complaints more attention and respect. But I'm feeling especially bitchy right now due to problems with medication, stress, and exhaustion, so I will, instead, be sarcastic and rude.

I've now posted three, long, multiparagraph, pointless posts to my blog today. This is the fourth. I've also uploaded six pictures to my phlog.

There. Are you happy now?

DVR is eating my life away

I can't get the VCR to tape off of the cable upstairs. The VCR downstairs works, but the wiring is gummed up in the living room where the DVR box is set up. This means I've been holding onto blocks of movies I DVR'd off of TCM (Frankenstein, Bride of Frankenstein, Son of Frankenstein, Dracula, A Star Is Born, Pride of the Yankees, etc.) on the DVR instead of clearing up space to record new shows and movies.

I've missed out on a bunch of movies I wanted to see/keep on TCM as well as Starz! and Showtime and HBO. More importantly, I've had to watch the shows I record soon after they've been recorded so I can clear up space to record the other shows during the week.

This has made the whole point of having a DVR, as in you control when you watch what, moot. I have to watch the shows shortly after they're aired, as opposed to days later when I have the time and inclination. It's stupid and wrong, but I'm up until all hours clearing off shows, one by one. I've stopped recording some shows just to clear up space, but I refuse to give up my Sunday night Adult Swim, Alias, or the Smallville/Angel block on Wednesdays, as well as a bunch of other shows (some of which I would never, ever admit to watching to even my dearest friends).

This means my schedule's completely screwed and I haven't been sleeping right and I haven't been getting work done. All so I can watch television. That is just so...sigh stupid.

Mmm, curry-rific goodness

ATTENTION READER: You will, in all likelihood, be thoroughly grossed out by the cooking/eating habits detailed below.

You have been warned.



About two years ago, maybe two and a half years, I went grocery shopping with ET. This, of course, took place in Chinatown. I picked up udon and tastier flavors of ramen not available at round-eye outlets and some S & B Medium Hot Golden Curry Mix. I finally got through all the ramen about two months ago. (I discovered I liked it with soft tofu squished into mush into it, so that the tofu acted as a thickener and a source of protein. I put the squished tofu and spices and oil and ramen into the pot together so everything tasted like the spices and oil instead of ramen and tofu. I'm also too lazy to try to remember to put in the different things at the appropriate time. Lazy round-eye, remember?)

A couple of weeks ago I looked in the little cupboard where I keep the food which I brought up with me when I moved and discovered I had only the curry sauce mix, the udon, and a can of Spaghettios. Mom was feeling poorly so I figured I only had to make dinner for myself. Did I heat up the can of delicious pasta product? No, of course not.

I stuck an onion in the food processor (on the wrong setting, so instead of finely chopped onion I got thin onion strip-type things), then tried to atomize some baby carrots in the food processor (only to discover that the lid is broken so the carrots and bits of carrots splattered all over one side of the kitchen). I squished up the last box of tofu and start up the process of makin' curry. When I finally cracked open the package of curry blocks, I put my nose next to the bullion and sniffed. Oh, but it smelled delicious. It smelled like everything I miss most about New York. It smelled like sitting in line for a blockbuster on opening night with friends. It smelled like walking along in time to my CDs, going 10 minutes per 20 blocks. It smelled like having twenty different choices of where to eat out. It smelled like easy transportation. It smelled like...Japanese-style curry, really. It's tasty-tasty, though sauce-phobic Halifax would sooner throw his toenail collection at your head than eat the stuff.

I added too much butter to saute the badly-sliced onion (which stoutly refused to brown no matter how I tried), but that turned out in my favor as the reheated curry cooked up quickly and well later in the nuker. Or something. Anyway, I thought it tasted good, but I'm a big dairy fan and have no issue with oil from butter as I believe it to be a super-tasty kind of oil. (I also am fond of dipping bread into herbed olive oil. I'm a freak.)

At a certain point (I think it was just after I put in all of the water), I decided I wanted to put some of the udon into the curry, too. I'm not sure why I did this, except I wanted the noodles to taste especially curry-y (and didn't want to bother with a pot of boiling water, I suspect). I had to add a LOT more water to the mess in the saute pan, but it worked out okay in the end. As a matter of fact, I managed to extend the curry much longer than usual because I'd added so much stuff to it (in the form of udon noodles).

This curry lasted me until last week. Two weeks' worth of tofu curry with udon. I had it mostly for lunch on days when I got home early from class and during weekends. It smelled sooooo goooood. And now it is gone. And there is no freakin' way I'd spend shipping on buying some more.

But then, I'm going grocery shopping in Boston this Friday with C--, and I'm sure the Chinese grocery will have my S & B.

Ooh, and gummis! Cheap Japanese gummis! Mmm. And strawberry Pocky and curry Pretz and those koala bear things with chocolate inside....

Because she told me to, that's why

ET has complained over two media of communication (in the comments on her blog and over the phone) that I haven't posted enough of late on my blog. Never mind the long-winded disclaimer I posted, um...when was that? Oh, right, October...about not posting as frequently anymore 'cause I'm, like, you know, busy with school and houseslave work and such.

I have a chapter test tomorrow in Japanese and cannot remember most of the chapter. I have an essay test on Dante's Inferno which has to incorporate a critical essay I was assigned, criticizing the criticism (which sounds like half-way to an English Ph.D. candidate's wet dream to me). I'm waaaay behind on my reading for three classes out of four, have to write five papers which I didn't hand in on time in three classes, have research to do on another, a proposal to write on a final project, as well as actually getting my arse in gear for the project (final total of pages: 7 creative work, 9 analysis of failure/success of creative work). My brain's about to bust.

Yes, it's still better than working for Evil Incorporated, a.k.a. my former job. Or for Evil Ltd., my job before that one.

I have nothing to write about. Really. Um, go look at the new pictures I posted this morning. My Hallowe'en pumpkin is there, looking stoned.

Stoned. That's the word I was looking for. I couldn't remember it. I wrote drugged instead. I knew it wasn't right, but I couldn't remember stoned. I wonder if I can change the subtitle on the pictures. D'oh.

Um, other than school. Um. Well, I've met a bunch of writers through one of my classes. Ha Jin showed up near the beginning of the semester with Leslie Epstein, who's not half as nice as Jin. Tobias Wolff came yesterday. I got a huge pile of books signed by him. Sorry, only family members. I couldn't figure out who else might like to read Tobias Wolff's new novel. Signed first editions, though. That's nice, eh?

Maurice Sendak and Tony Kushner are coming to Books of Wonder on November 15. Unfortunately, they won't be signing anything but their new books. Which sucks for those with Sendak collections (I wanted my The Bat Poet signed) and copies of Angels In America. I'll be in Boston that day, so it's a moot point for me (I was going to send Mom in with The Bat Poet).

Cornelia Funke, author of The Thief Lord will be there for a publication party this Thursday (I have class late in the day and can't make it) for her new book, Inkheart, while James Howe (Bunnicula was one of my favorite series when I was a kid), Tamora Pierce and Holly Black will be there November 16 (I'll be travelling back from Boston).

Um, well. I have to go finish making dinner, so if you'll excuse me....

Monday, November 10, 2003





HAPPY BIRTHDAY, C--!




hope all went well with the exams.

sooooo looking forward to your party.
mmmm, C--'s cooking.... drool
that's probably the only time I'll ever drool over someone's vegetarian cooking, by the way.

hope you have a fahbulous day, in spite of it being a workday.

xo-kla.

p.s. hello to S-- and Athena.