Since realizing that I haven't had a period since early March when I'm normally on a very regular cycle I've been paying very close attention to my body for any sign of my period starting.

Last night I had multiple dreams involving me and my period, including one where I was having to pretend to be a boy and having clots sliding down my leg(which actually seemed to be a running theme in the dreams, fun)

Jump to tonight I finish taking a piss and wipe, and spot a few traces of blood on the tp my period has arrived!

I'm sure tomorrow I'll be cursing my uterus, but for now all is right in my little world.

Current Mood: weird

"Can I do that to that thing? Yes I can! Whoaaaa!"

-Dad, at the computer, for no apparent reason. This is not unusual

http://www.bestweekever.tv/2008/05/13/best-day-ever-jason-castro-wins-west-virginia-primary-forgets-words-to-speech/

And Doug Benson rounds up the day in pop culture, tonight on Best Day Ever!

Best Day Ever: 5-13-08

http://www.overheardinnewyork.com/archives/014659.html

Guy to self: Doctor Jean Grey has the most powerful orgasm of all the X-Men.

--Union Square Park

Overheard by: Stan

Engineering school chick, screaming: And I was like, 'Oh my god, this is the worst protractor ever!'

--Columbia University

Skanky hipster chick to another: I would totally do him... But only if I had the ninja outfit on.

--Ludlow St.

[Four NYPD cops are checking people's bags at rush hour. A man in a suit appears to be their superior.]
Man in suit: But then he realizes that Jedis don't seek revenge. [The four cops all nod gravely.]

--W 4th St Subway Station

Overheard by: KL

Fiftyish suit: Chewbacca, the original wingman...

--86th & Lexington

Overheard by: Ike

Woman on cell: I'm busy. I've got things to do. And right now what I'm doing is looking at comic books.

--Forbidden Planet

Overheard by: Josh

Chick: We were always competing to be chief geek... But he had asperger's, so he won.

--Central Park

Anyone know of any IPA descriptions of the Englishes spoken in North American movies from the 30s to the 50s?    Any leads or key words even would be useful... Or youtube videos from particularly poignant examples.   I can just listen, but detailed descriptions might be useful.  Any acting resources for speech accent learning available anywhere?

Thanks. :D

Tags: 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, accents, american english, dialects, movies

Thinking is a man's only basic virtue, from which all the others proceed. And his basic vice, the source of all his evils, is that nameless act which all of you practice, but struggle never to admit: the act of blanking out, the willfull suspension of one's consciousness, the refusal to think--not blindness, but the refusal to see; not ignorance but the refusal to know. It is the act of unfocusing your mind and inducing an inner fog to escape the responsibility of judgment--on the unstated premise that a thing will not exist if only you refuse to identify it, that A will not be A so long as you do not pronounce the verdict 'it is.' Non-thinking is an act of annihilation, a wish to negate existence, an attempt to wipe out reality.

Current Music: World's End Girlfriend - 100 Years Of Choke

Alright you guys. I don't really want to get into a humongous debate about the positive and negative aspects of graffiti. I do, however, want to stimulate a conversation about graffiti as vandalism on our campus.

After coming out of a lecture in Classroom Unit on Monday morning, I was accosted by an elaborate graffiti-scene over numerous walls of the building. I shot these pictures and then watched the reactions of the students who were passing by. No one made any verbal comments, but their expressions suggested a mixture of apathy, disapproval, and boredom. I wouldn't say anyone was exactly titillated by these images.

The text on the first image says, "GRAFFITTI [sic] IS NOT THE LOWEST ARTFORM (MID-RANGE)"

But this crap is pretty fugly. If you write in Latin, does that make it artistic? If you use gold spray paint, does that make it artistic? UCSC gets tagged all the time, and some of it makes us stop and ponder, or laugh, or sneer. What does this do for you?





Whatchu guys think? Do you care?

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Current Mood: working
Current Music: Subtle - "Exiting Arm"

ORPHAN, n. A living person whom death has deprived of the power of filial ingratitude --a privation appealing with a particular eloquence to all that is sympathetic in human nature. When young the orphan is commonly sent to an asylum, where by careful cultivation of its rudimentary sense of locality it is taught to know its place. It is then instructed in the arts of dependence and servitude and eventually turned loose to prey upon the world as a bootblack or scullery maid.
Ambrose Bierce

Mother: "beetle_breath's dad!"
Dad: Yes?
Mother: "Are you still here?"

Current Mood: amused

Original Story

Florida substitute teacher fired, accused of wizardry

This is a post about my sister and her friend, who were truly interesting cooks when they were teenagers. Interesting, in that they had some pretty stupid ideas. Thankfully, my sister has since learned (for the most part) to pay attention to what she’s doing and that you can’t always substitute some things. However, she’s still working on it (and yes, she is one of those people who puts something in the oven and then wanders away, how did you know?).

 

Cooking Disaster #1:

My sister invited a different friend over for lunch one day and decided to cook them both hotdogs. At the last second, my sister decided she would have some leftover salad instead. They were about halfway through eating when her friend mentioned that the hotdogs didn’t taste quite right. She pulled them out of the buns and examined them to find that, you guessed it, my sister had neglected to take the plastic off of the hotdogs before cooking and serving them.

 

Cooking Disaster #2:

For whatever reason, my sister and her friend decided to bake a cake. They got out a recipe book and were following it pretty closely… except for one tiny problem. The cake could be made as a chocolate cake or a lemon cake. But they mistakenly interpreted that as a chocolate and lemon cake. I wasn’t around for the final result, but according to my mother, it was pretty disgusting.

 

Cooking Disaster #3:

My sister wanted to bake a cake for a friend’s birthday, but we didn’t have any food coloring for the icing. After contacting her friend, they started looking around for something that could dye the icing purple. Well, it just so happened that we had some Kool-Aid packets lying around. So they tore open a package of Sour Grape and mixed it in. I think I can honestly say that’s one birthday cake that the ‘birthday boy’ won’t forget – my sister said he nearly threw up after he tried it.

If you're graduating high school soon, or have in the past, you know that fall of your senior year is the time to fill out college applications. Well, around... October, November, somewhere around there, me and a bunch of friends were in Study Hall at our school. Please note that this is a school for the "Gifted and Talented", you have to be tested to get into it. Well, about 10 of us were sitting around, and 3 or 4 (including me) were seniors. Those of us that were seniors were talking about where we applied and such.

Me: Oh, I only applied to _______, and I fall under automatic admission, so I'm already done.
Friend 1: I'm not even applying anywhere - I haven't taken the SATs yet, or anything. I'm just going to go to the community college my first year.
Friend 2: (points to a large - around 15 colleges high - stack of envelopes in front of him) I'm applying to all of these.

So, my first friend grabs the envelopes and starts flipping through them. All of a sudden, we here, "Hey, (Friend 2), what's St. Anford? Is it some religious college?"

He takes the envelope, and - looking very confused - reads the address. He hands it back to her, trying not to laugh, and says, "Ummm... (Friend 2), that's Stanford." Blank look. "As in, the Ivy League university."

"Ohhhhh..."

Meanwhile, all of the rest of us are in tears we're laughing so hard. Friend 2 then asked Friend 1 how she got into a gifted and talented school again.

Oatmeal White Chocolate cookies, recipe here. I skipped the sea salt on top, because I have a sweet tooth, not a salty tooth.

Thought you guys might get a kick out of this...

But, if you *like* babies, I wouldn't click. Just a warning.

http://www.babysmasher.com/