28 November 2009

Good advice

Today, I had an amazing realization: There's advice on the drawstrings of my favorite sweatpants! Not only that, but it's pretty good advice at that.

How did I find this out? Well, being the immensely stereotypical homeschooler, I happened to be wearing these sweatpants during my violin practice today.  And I noticed their advice. I fully intend to follow it from now on.

1. Color outside the lines
2. Let yourself daydream
3. Agree with your imagination (Wait... what? nvm)
4. Laugh at the rules.

Thank you, I think I'll do that. And maybe the advice will show up in the next installment of my rules of living.


I'm it!

It's the awkward tag! 

1-Have you been asked out: Yeah, unfortunately. He was quickly sent packing.
2-Whats your middle name:  Suzanne Christiana
3-Your current relationship: Single and accounted for. In other words, buzz off.
4-What's the first thing you do when you wake up from a nap: Write down any dreams I remember
5-What is you current mood: apathetic
6-What color shirt are you wearing: Dark blue button-down with a comfortable brown sweatshirt
7-Missing something: Yeah, Ignatius
8-Current favorite quote:  "He who battles with monsters must take care lest he become a monster" - Nietszche.
9-If you could go back in time and change something what would it be: Change something? Why do that? I'd go back to the 1800s and stay there!
10-If you must be an animal for one day what would it be: I really don't care... Probably a kiwi because I've been compared to one. Or a cat. I'd make a good psycho cat. Or a koala... I could sleep all day!
11-Ever had a near death experience: Check out "Too Young", a recent post of mine
12-Something you do a lot: Play violin, procrastinate, do speech and debate stuff.
13-The song stuck in you head: Danse Macabre
14-Least favorite household chore: Vacuuming
15-Name someone with the same Birthday as you: Miss Melissa P***e, and Miss Lizzy G*****h
16-When was the last time you cried: My, my, you're inquisitive. Recently... Last week?
17-Have you ever sung in front of a large audience: Yup. Due to the extreme tenderness of my youth, I enjoyed every minute of it.
18-If you could have one super power what would it be: Invisibility. I'd totally fake my own death and see who attended the funeral. Yes, interrogator, I am lame. I know it.
19-Whats the first thing you notice about the opposite gender: What their chin looks like. This is because my eyes are at the level of the guy's chin usually.
20-What do you usually order from Starbucks: Grande Five-Pump No Water Fat Free Chai Tea Latte. Unless I'm really in need of caffeine, in which case it's a Grande Six-Pump No Water Fat Free Chai Tea latte. Or a shot of espresso
21:Whats your biggest secret: Sorry, I'm not falling for that. A lesser secret is that when a guy asks me if I'm single, I tell them I've got a boyfriend, and his name is Ignatius Martin. What I don't mention is that Ignatius Martin is the name of my violin. =D
22-Whats your favorite color: Green? Purple? Cream? Dark Brown? All of them besides neon colors?
23-Do you still watch kiddie shows or TV shows: When I babysit.
24-Whats on your walls: hats. Lots and lots of hats
25-What are you: I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger a'traveling through this world of woe. But there's no sickness, toil, or danger in that fair land to which I go.
26-Do you speak any other languages: Latin, Pig Latin, Xulph, and Pirate.
27-Whats your favorite smell: The smell of a crisp, foggy autumn night after the sky has been cleared by the rain!
28-Describe your life in one word: Esoteric
29-Have you ever kissed in the rain: No, but I have waltzed. Which is much more entertaining, and romantic. If only my partner were a little more visible... lol, not really.
30-What are you thinking about: my violin.
31-What should you be doing: entertaining our guests
32-Who was the last person that made you upset/mad: My dear, loving brother
33-How often do you talk to God: Not as much as I should, but it's improving!
34-Do you like working in the yard:  Only if I'm by my lonesome
35-If you could have any last name in the world, what would you want:  Moriarty.
36-What is your natural hair color: Ash blonde, but it's more like dirty honey in the summer
37-Do you have many friends: More than I'd expect.
38-Who is you role model: Valentine Wiggin, Katherine of Magnus, Vin, Clarisse McClellan, Alexa (Dark Hills Divide), Lady Blakenly, Lady Eileen (The Squire, His Knight, and his Lady), Lady Ophelia (Hamlet). Yeah, mystery interrogator, there's a lot of them. I'd add Eowyn to the list, but the only difference is that she's got a sword and horses but I don't.
39-Do you like your life: It has its ups and downs.
40- I am going to tag
Escapist and Qwip. Because everyone else has already done the tag.

27 November 2009

A giving of thanks

As I sit to write this post, I'm not even certain if I will live up to its title. After all, other people have already posted about Thanksgiving, and the non-conformist in me hates trends. And the punctual person in me hates being late. So who knows how this post will turn out...

I think I may have decided to do it - take the plunge, ignore the misgivings in the back of mine mind. Alrighty, for my daily dose of sappiness, here is my Black Friday list of thanksgiving.

First of all, I'm eternally thankful that God doesn't have mood swings like I do. If He did, I'd never be sure if He'd forgive me for my trespasses. So I'm thankful that He does not have the mood swings I do. I'm also thankful for the rough year He gave me last year. He made me much wiser than I would be otherwise. Of course, there's still much, much room for improvement.

I'm thankful for my family, even when I don't get along with them as well as I should like. Thanks, Mom, for putting up with this little girl trying to grow up too soon, and Dad, thanks for all the lessons in character. And as for you, Thurs, thanks for the request. I wouldn't be here without you.

Ah, my friends, my friends. I believe I've done a few posts on this before. But now that I've got my sappiness running, I may as well devote a bit of time to them individually.Unfortunately, I'm still in a food induced haze, so if I've forgotten you, my humblest apologies.

So, in no particular order, I give you my friends. As many of them as I can remember at the moment.

It just struck me how horribly cliche that would be. Soooo.... comment and tell me if I should or shouldn't write yet another post about why I'm thankful for my friends. And don't worry, I won't think you're too interested if you do comment in the affirmative.

So, tell me.


25 November 2009


"Today, my friend dragged me to see New Moon. There were tons of 'Team Edward' and 'Team Jacob' supporters, which has to be the most pointless debate of all time. Out of nowhere, a guy dressed like the Phantom of the Opera ran through the crowds yelling "TEAM PHANTOM!" at the top of his lungs. I think he wins. MyLifeIsAverage."

Win. Pure, simple, unadulterated Win. Or Up. Or Cool. Or Awesome. Or whatever word you're using to describe the general principle. If there were "Team Phantom" t-shirts, I'd wear one. Completely.

Ponder on that for a while.


It's good to know I've still got a knack for inflicting pain on myself. After the six months since I broke my toes, I was getting a little worried, not to mention the six weeks since I drew blood with plastic blocks.  So you can guess my pleasure when I proved that I am still perfectly capable of maiming myself.

I started out by taking out my knee at Costco when a carton of juice I was holding got a life of its own and attacked me.

The knee turned vicious, and during the unloading process gave out just when I was going down our concrete steps. I found my face only narrowly escaping a kiss from the ground, but on the plus side, the offending knee was punished, leaking mine very life fluid onto the ground. The palms were also roughed up in my life-or-death fight with the stairs, and they are taking vengeance even as I type.

They say that everyone has a special gifting. Mine must be hurting myself. How else can I explain this 'awkward stage' that's been ongoing for fifteen years? (You can't really count the year I was not autonomously mobile)

And there's yet another incredibly self-centered post.

22 November 2009

Too young

I think it was the lateness of the hour, combined with the lack of sleep on the driver's part combined with unfamiliar roads. But whatever it was, it was unpleasant. Tonight, coming home from church, I had the (mis)fortune of seeing my life flash before mine proverbial eyes. We had to stop in a major city on our way home to drop books off at a library, and the driver was not familiar with the area.

Coming away from the library, our driver was a little stressed, and almost changed lanes into a car. This was unpleasant since the other car started about six inches in front of where I was sitting. I was looking out the window as the complex maneuver occurred and saw this car draw closer and closer to where I was sitting. The rest of the drive home, I was wishing I'd brought my personal instant teleportation device along. It's safe to say I've never been that scared. ... Yeah.

I'm never going driving without bringing the aforementioned teleportation device along. Ever.



Yesterday was a lovely little round robin. Because of my sickness this past week, I didn't expand my Original Oratory from outline form until Friday night, and it was finished at 1:30 am Saturday with cold medicine running through my veins. Since the RR was held about an hour from my house and started at 8:15, I got up at 5:30, getting only 3.5 hours of sleep.

Fortunately, we got there with half an hour to spare. Starbucks was quickly found, and the shot of espresso I ordered there helped me keep some semblance of pleasantness during the day. Alright, it was very jittery pleasantness, but nonetheless, I was not a complete troll. Peach and/or her mom got me another shot of espresso later on in the day, which was so sweet of them.

Interestingly enough, this RR ranks in the top three tournaments I've ever attended. I actually enjoyed myself - probably because I made myself socialize. In fact, I talked so much, I'm slightly hoarse, and I've got roughly five hours of church to leave for. ;)

The best part was that my club did very well - placing people in many of the categories awarded, and I'm really proud of them for it.

Anyways, it's off to church!


19 November 2009


So, I'm pretty much over the fever stuff, but now I'm coming down with a cold. :( Challenging Murphy wasn't such a great idea last week. :P

Anyways, the 'long-awaited' explanation of Libby's seemingly random comment on Gummy Bear Theology.

This weekend was the Christian Musician's Summit. It was two days of amazing musical fun. From the beginning concert of Lincoln Brewster to the ending funky groove of Newworldson, I enjoyed myself quite heartily. It was an interesting format: worship/concert in the morning and sermon, then a couple of sessions, lunch, then more worship, then another session, then dinner, and finally another concert. We listened to the strains of Lincoln Brewster, Brenton Brown, Paul Baloche, Don Poythress, Matt Redman, Newworldson, Doyle Dykes, and others I can't remember.

Anyways, it was a highly successful weekend. I was able to attend a few classes on songwriting, a few on playing violin in worship contexts, and one on being a 'street musicianary' (musician = missionary).  Of the sessions I attended, my favorite was 'Anchoring Songwriting in Truth."  Brian Doerksen, the teacher to the class, has written some of the most popular worship songs (Come, Now is the time to Worship, among them). He talked about balancing truth with artistry in songwriting, which was most interesting. And of course, I attended the session on crossing genre lines, with Don Poythress. Those two combined were the best ones.

For the two days, I hung out with Libby, Ophelia, Bracie, Peach, Keilah, and a few others. Peach, Libby, and I formed the converse coalition of the group.=] And did I mention the amazing convention floor there, too?

Unfortunately, I came down with some fever/dizziness thing on Saturday, so I ended up leaving the evening concert early. It was a real pity because newworldson, the band with a 1930's beatboxing gangster as front-man had an amazing groove going.  Oh well.

If you'll excuse me, I've got a speech to write.


16 November 2009


I wasn't going to post today, since I'm still feeling fuzzy and all, but then Libby, from Random Jot Downs provided me with a ready-made post.  See, she awarded me and also gave me a tag. Glee. Now I don't have to think much, but I can still post. !

1. Do a post about the person who awarded you, and their blog.
2. Give the award to 5 of your favorite blogs, give a reason, and leave a comment telling them they have been awarded.
3. Answer the 10 random questions.
4. Have Fun!

Libby is an amazing girl who I've only known well for about six months. She's the kind of girl you know has good, deep roots, but isn't afraid to flower for all she's worth. She's a beautiful, kind, caring girl who I hope to know better by the end of the year. : Love you, Libby!

Now, who to award?

First, I award the Inflatable Squirrel, from The Big Happy World of Confused People, because I want to see what he does with the questions. It should be amusing. :P

Second, I award Thom from logorythmia because he needs to post more often. And I'm related to him. :P

Thirdly, I award the Escapist of PainDeathLoveHateTogether and The Escapist Has Found a Home because he's cool.

Fourthly, I award Bracie from the Locket because after spending an intense two days with her at CMS,  I really want to know if she's ever ridden an elephant.

Fifth... Ophelia, from the Reluctant Dragon, because I like her. A lot. 'Nuff Said.

If I didn't tag you, sorry. I could only do 5 people.

Now, for the interesting part.
1. Have you ever ridden an elephant?
Only in my dreams

2. Have you ever eaten squid?
No, but I have eaten Octopus. It tasted like really chewy peanut butter.

3. What is something crazy you have done with your best friend?
I don't have a single "Best Friend". I've made a weird music video, sat for hours pondering idealism like a druggie, and planned to make a zombie movie in Latin.

4. Have you ever held an alligator?
Can't say I have.

5. Have you ever let a snake slither through your fingers?
Yeah. I liked the way it felt - dry and slippery at the same time.

6. What is your first and foremost dream in life?
How should I know? There are too many options.

7. What is your dream vacation?
Grand Tour of the World.

8. What is the funniest movie you have ever seen?
Charlie Chaplin's The Great Dictator... ? I don't know.

9. What is your favorite song?
Too many to count. Among the top are "So She Dances" by Josh Groban, "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" by Monty Python,  "You Remain" written by Don Poythress,  "Dark Waltz" by Haley Westenra, and "If I ever leave this world alive" by Flogging Molly. Of course, there are so many more... :P

10. If you could change the world in one way, what would you do?
I'd make it a place where you could have adventures again. :)


The second tag is an interesting Character Tag.
"List twelve characters from any fandom, and then answer the following questions."
1. Scout Finch (To Kill a Mockingbird)
2. Horatio Hornblower
3. Aragorn (LotR)
4. Solembum (Inheritance Cycle)
5. Auralia (Auralia's Colors)
6. Atticus (To Kill a Mockingbird)
7. Charles Schwa (The Schwa was here)
8. Agatha Heterodyne, Girl Genius (Girl Genius webcomic)
9. The Reverend Theo Fobius (Schlock Mercenary)
10. Nike Vogler (Ex Machina, my story)
11. Algernon (The Importance of Being Ernest)
12. Monk (from the TV series Monk)

1) Who would make a better college prof, 6 or 11?
Atticus. Algernon's too flakey
2) Do you think 2 is hot? How hot?
How did I know this would happen? Yeah, I'd say so. Very. It doesn't help that Ioan Gruffudd is good looking. *blush*
3) 12 sends 8 out on a mission. What is it? Does it succeed?
I don't think Monk would ever associate with Agatha... He probably tells her to go steal the Dyne of Power from the Evil Dr. Toad, and it succeeds to a certain extent, after Agatha obliterates Dr. Toad's fortress using her Sparky Kill-o-Rific blow torch. Monk is last seen neatly stacking the rubble into a rectangular prism.
4) What is or would be 9's favorite book?
Oo. That's tough. "The Religion of Survival: Pastoring in sociopathic settings"? Who knows?
5) Would it make more sense for 2 to swear fealty to 6, or the other way around?
Neither are the 'swear fealty' type. Though I suppose Horatio would accept Atticus as a commanding officer...
6) For some reason, 5 is looking for a roommate. Should (s)he share a studio apartment with 9 or 10?
Umm... 10. Nike's bookish enough to get along with Auralia
7) 2, 7, and 12 have dinner together. Where do they go, and what do they discuss?
So Horatio, Charles, and Monk walk into a bar... It sounds like a really bad joke. Charles and Monk would hit it off straight away, as Monk literally walks into Charles, distracted by a straw lampshade. Horatio is politely bored, wishing to get back to his ship, and Monk ruins the evening by getting them kicked out of the diner. It looks like Charles will be able to finish his meal in peace, until the waitress clears away the food, leaving Charles the long, hungry way back to his house.
8) 3 challenges 10 to a duel. What happens?
Nike glomps Aragorn before he has a chance to draw his sword. Aragorn is flustered by this fangirlish behavior, and quickly disentangles himself from the screams of his adoring fan. He beats a hasty retreat. Nike: 1, Aragorn: 0
9) If 1 stole 8's most precious possession, how would she/he get it back?
Agatha would turn Finch into her latest science project, trying the si vales vale procedure on an uninfected patient to see what happens. She would then feel quite sorry for doing that to a poor little girl, and would give the now-deranged Scout a lovely glass jar to spend her remaining hours in peace.
10) Suggest a title for a story in which 7 and 12 both attain what they most desire.
Charles and Monk, "Good Country for Odd Men"
11) What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted 4 and 1 to work together?
Tell Scout that Solembum is a lost kitty, and needs her help to get back home, and tell Solembum that Scout isn't too bad for a girl. :P
12) If 7 visited you for the weekend, how would you get along?
I'd probably forget him. ... :) He's the Schwa, after all
13) If you could command 3 to perform any one task or service for you, what would it be? Teach me cool Ranger stuff.
14) Does anyone on your friends list write or draw 11?
No, not that I know of.
15) If 2 had to choose sides between 4 and 5, which would it be?
If Horatio had to choose between Solembum and Auralia, I think he'd choose Auralia, because he's a gentleman and he always seems to do that.  LAME
16) What might 10 shout while charging into battle?
Nike would shout something along the lines of "What do I do now?!!??"
17) If you chose a song to represent 8, which song would you choose?
"Skullcrusher Mountian" by Jonathan Coulton
18) 1, 6, and 12 are having dim sum at a Chinese restaurant. There is only one scallion pancake left, and they all reach for it at the same time. Who gets to eat it?
Scout would grab it, being impetuous and all, but Atticus would tell her to put it back. Except that Monk won't eat it now because it's got Scout's germs all over it. Scouts eats the pancake.
19) What might be a good pick-up line for 2 to use on 10?
Horation wouldn't need to use a pick-up line... Nike's a sucker for handsome story heroes (she's an unpopular book worm after all). Just one look, and she'd be his forever.
20) What would 5 most likely be arrested for?
Auralia --- umm, making art or disturbing my mental health... pick one.
21) What is 6's secret?
He shoots a gun really well?
22) If 11 and 9 were racing to a destination, who would get there first?
Probably the Reverend because he's got a starship and a rapier...
23) If you had to walk home through a bad neighborhood late at night, would you feel safer in the company of 7 or 8?
As long as Agatha doesn't turn on me, Agatha. Otherwise, neither would be much help. On second thought, Charles would probably have some great stealth moves. :P
24) 1 and 9 reluctantly team up to save the world from the threat posed by 4's sinister secret organization. 11 volunteers to help them,but it is later discovered that s/he is actually a spy for 4. Meanwhile, 4 has kidnapped 12 in an attempt to force their surrender. Following the wise advice of 5, they seek out 3, who gives them what they need to complete their quest.
What title would you give this fic?

Scout and the Reverend against Solembum, Algernon joins them, but is Solembum's spy. Solembum kidnaps Monk, so Scout and the Rev. follow Auralia's advice and find Aragorn to thwart Solembum. I would call this "A book you never want to read."

15 November 2009


I owe y'all a report on what I've been doing for the past two days. I really do. But I've come down with some nasty that strongly resembles flu, and it's hard to type with this vertigo.  So I'll get back to you when I'm no longer running a fever, or feeling light-headed, or... why am I even telling you this? Great. I'm rambling. I'll stop while I'm not dead-last.

12 November 2009

Gummy Bear Theology

I'm a terrible procrastinator when it comes to posting ideas.  My friend Peach and I were talking about how you can find answers about Christianity in anything. This was a month and a half ago. Today, I present for your reading enjoyment our musings on Gummy Bears and Theology.

There are four ways in which Gummy Bears exemplify teachings of Christianity. First of all, you will notice that they are transparent. We are told to be honest multiple times in the Bible,  and so, Christians should be transparent like the Gummy Bear.

Next, Gummy Bears are malleable. Like yummy Potter's Clay. Need we say more?

You will then observe that it is very easy to rip off Gummy Bears' heads. This shows that we're all mortal, and awfully easy to kill.

Finally, Gummy Bears come in so many flavors and colors - white, green, red, yellow, orange... Just like all the races of humans on this earth. The kingdom of God is not made of one nationality. It's a grab bag, just like a Gummy Bear bag.

Thanks all for reading.

Peach and B

11 November 2009

And so she dances...

I went on a waltz yesterday. Yes, a waltz. It was raining outside (no, really?) and I just couldn't bear to study, so I went waltzing with my visibly-challenged partner, Ignatius. :)

The good part about this is that it seems to have snapped me out of it. Posting can resume as normal.

07 November 2009

Shades of Grey

This past week, it seems like everything has gone monochrome. It's an odd feeling: I'm wide awake, yet I feel lethargic; I have friends over, and I am still lonely when they leave. *sigh*

"I've become so numb, I can't feel you there, become so tired, so much more aware. I'm becoming this; all I want to do is be more like me and be less like you."

It couldn't be summed up better. So, in an effort to spare my readers from an overload of grey posts, I'll stop posting until I snap out of it.

Until then,



Yesterday I was able to spend time with a dear friend of mine. That we were able to make time to do so was remarkable.

First thing we did, we went to the mall. Yes, I know, we're horrible people. But anyway, we found this little Japanese dollar store in there, and decided to buy some food as an experiment. We came out of the store with a package of odd rice thingies, rice candies, and something called 'Yan Yan'.

Yan Yan, we discovered, was a package of cookie sticks and a little chocolate cream. You dip the stick in the chocolate, and eat it. Well, on each stick, there was an animal, with a caption that went along with it.

Specs had some interesting sticks:
"Cow: Muuuuuuuuuu"
"Chick: Favorite Color Yellow"
"Duck:  Go For a Swim"
'Whale: Biggesy Animal"
"Goat: You are lucky today"

For some reason, I got the weirdest captions:
"Octopus: Lucky Number, 8"
"Beetle: Favorite Color Brown"
"Bat: Only in the Night"
"Squid:  Black Ink"
And my favorite. "Stag Beetle: Love it."

Of course, we did many other things, but if I told you, I'd forfeit my blackmail material. ;)

The moral of this story? Love your stag beetles.


06 November 2009

Problem Solved!

The Johari Window uses a set list of adjectives. A person is asked to describe themselves with five or six adjectives, and then that persons' friends and associates are asked to do likewise, working from the same list of adjectives.

I'd like to see what happens. http://kevan.org/johari?name=Problematic

Also, if you filled it out under my real name, the results are already shown in the window, so you needn't do it again.


My Jeesh

If you have read the Ender's Game series by Orson Scott Card, you know what this title means. If not, you are missing out, and I highly recommend it, unless you've got a problem with mild swears. But moving on, a jeesh. The word "Jeesh" refers to a close group of friends, trusted by the individual possessing said Jeesh. In the original context, Ender's Jeesh was a group of friends with whom Ender worked

 Sometimes I get caught up with the tragedies and comedies enacting themselves in the stage, and think that the rest of the world is in the peanut gallery, making sarcastic comments about the bad acting. The truth is closer to this: "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." In this particular comedy, I may be the title character, but rather than occupying the peanut gallery, my close friends and associates find themselves acting in the play with me. Because of that, I do all I can do to be the best back-up actress in their own comedies and tragedies.

I was thinking about my Jeesh.  It's quite amazing the types of people present. I've got extroverts and introverts galore. I've got courtyard and keep inhabitants; actors and acrobats; flower people and autumn folk; poets and artists and musicians; bubbly and withdrawn people. The whole thing is a little daunting to observe. I'm a little slow to warm up to people, so thinking that I've got trustworthy friends as wonderful as this is quite overwhelming.

Because I appreciate them, I'll list the names of my Jeesh. If they've got screennames, I'll be using those, if not, their initials will suffice. In alphabetical order:

Bracie - Kindred Spirit
Dory  - Fellow Romantic
Escapist - Dreamer of Dreams
Lady Knight - Co-conspirator
Lady Nessa - Cream to my Coffee
Lady Specs - Comforter
NtropyIncarnate - Dancer in the Rain
Ophelia - Fierce Damsel
Peach - Fruity Fun
Qwip  -  Cross-examiner
S.C. - Beautiful Soul
Thursday - Plotter
Toothpick  - Best. Mistake. Ever.

Thank you. It's doubtful that I'd be me without y'all. And it goes without saying that I'm always trying to add to the list. ;)


05 November 2009

... had a bad day ...

It all started last night... er... this morning. I woke up early (3:00ish) remembering that I forgot a very important bit on my science assignment: my name, class date, and name of the lab. So I labeled the report, and woke up at 6:00 for Coop A. Coop A is enough to make any day bad, but it get's better. I figured out how much of a skill I've got for hurting myself: I made myself bleed from two cuts made using Molymod models in science.

After leaving Coop A early, I drove up north for an hour to talk about LD debate to a group of homeschoolers for 2 hours. And my partner didn't plan anything out, except the debate we gave. So we talked like bumbling fools for half of the two hours, and debated like bumbling fools for the rest.  It was not impressive. Worst quote of the event came from yours truly: "So these ships fire anti-tank guns at each other as they sail past and... whoops, not Anti-Tank guns. I don't know. Some big type of gun. You can tell I don't pay attention to the military. "

Then the drive home, mentally berating myself for not forcing my partner to plan ahead, and finally getting home only to realize I'm so mentally-exhausted that I'm struggling with all the homework I've got to do before bed. *sigh*

Things look grim, gentlemen!

04 November 2009


I was going through my picture archives today, and I rediscovered some 'priceless' photos of me. Being the thick-skinned person that I am (sarcasm intended), I thought it would be a capital idea to share the best of them on my blog. Because we all know how much I enjoy embarrassing myself in public.

This first one isn't really embarrassing. It's just showing off Ignatius, my violin.

However, this one is fairly unusual. It all happened when my chemistry teacher last year sent me home with hydrochloric and sulfuric acids, and I was play- um, scientifically experimenting with them. I realized that all I needed to add was the top hat and the great coat, and I'd look like a bona fide mad scientist.

This is the more dignified mad scientist. More "gentlewoman researcher" than "Phantom of the science lab."

Right before a symphony concert, in my squirrel suit.

This is me being a closet thespian with Abby. We did the tea scene from the Importance of Being Ernest. I was the whatsername from the city.

Teenage mutant ninja friends. Notice the amazing war paint on our faces.

Never fear! It's Super-Doctor here to save the world with her scientifically awesome cane!

Mhmm. I know what you're thinking. "Oh yeah, we really wanted to see pictures of Problematic goofing around with a camera." Well, tough. Build a bridge, get over it, and burn the bridge. Feel better? Good.


Personality Thing

It would appear that Bracie beat me to posting about this.

Anyways, there's this website that tracks what people think about you compared to what you think of yourself. Not thinking ahead very far, I set up the website with my real name. This is a problem: to post the website here would give away my name to those who don't know me, but making a new one is redundant because only my friends would be able to give accurate results. *sigh*


03 November 2009


There it is. It's coming around the corner. The 'solid, unmoving cattle of humanity' has turned into a seething mob of humanity, and it's all centered on one option. People rush it, clawing frantically for a few precious inches of territory. A calliope plays from the back, beckoning all and sundry to jump on, enjoy the ride, and jeer at those not privileged enough to join them. As people stream toward it, you're faced with a choice: You either join the mad rush to jump on the bandwagon, or you block the bandwagon's path.

This all is to say that Problematic has been run over by the bandwagon, and she's not sure she likes it.

02 November 2009

There is a Reaper

Today's post is brought to you by All Soul's Day, commemorating the souls who took the stairs in the past year. Actually, I'm just looking for an excuse to post one of my favorite poems: The Reaper and the Flowers, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

' There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.

"Shall I have naught that is fair?" Saith he;
"Having naught but the bearded grain?
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,
I will give them all back again."

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eye,
He kissed their drooping leaves;
It was for the Lord of Paradise
He bound them in his sheaves.

"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,"
The Reaper said, and smiled:
"Dear tokens of the earth are they,
Where he was once a child."

"They shall all bloom in fields of light,
Transplanted by my care,
And saints, upon their garments white,
These sacred blossoms wear."

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
The flowers she most did love:
She knew she should find them all again
In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,
The Reaper came that day;
'Twas an angel visited the green earth,
And took the flowers away. '

01 November 2009

So if Sunday you're free...

Last night, my brother Thursday and I made a last minute decision to dress up for All Hallow's Evening. Previously, we had planned to spend the evening studying and hiding from trick-or-treaters, but this decision moved us to action.

Roughly two hours before nightfall, we decided to dress up as turn-of-the-century carolers and sing creepy songs (for free) to the autumn folk abroad last night.

I ended up looking something like this (see right) except with less pink, and more dark purple, black, and gray, not to mention a larger hat, and no parasol. This fashion, by the way, is from the late Victorian era, just before the turn of the century.

Thursday dressed right in line, coming in men's dress from the 1890s. He looked very dashing with his red scarf and top hat. (below)

Anyways, so we went and sang to everyone. This is what generally happened:

"Good evening. A very happy All Hallow's Eve to you. May we sing you a song?"

"Uh, sure. Hey, guys, come here! They're going to sing to us!"

At which point, Thursday and I would sing "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" or "We Will All Go Together When We Go", both by Tom Lehrer, as well as, "Senses Capture" by Leaves Eyes, and "Escapist" by Nightwish. We had a great time, even diverting a group of candy-seekers from their quest. They followed us to a house to listen to us sing. It was quite amusing.


As a side note, today was 'celebration Sunday' for our church. We arrived at the church (which is an hour away from our house) at 6:00 am to catch a bus down to Oregon, stayed the day, and got back home at 9:00 pm. That meant getting up at four after four hours of sleep. The best part was the bus trip.