I am trying to get rid of a lot of papers that I have lying around. I found two things that are worth keeping, but not in their paper format. There is nothing special about their papers (no fun drawings or anything), so I'll just type them in.
Now, this one was on the back of some frickin' trig notes. 12 Nov 2003. Holy crap. Anyway, we were big into Monty Python's Flying Circus, and I wrote down the funniest joke in the world and the German retaliation.
British: Q: Wenn ist das nunstuck geht ein slotermeier? A: Ja, bayerhund das oder die flipperwaldt gespurt!
What does it mean? No idea. Not at all.
Reeeeebuttal! There were zwei peanuts valking down die Straße when one of them was assaulted...peanut.
Fantastic. Okay, now I can get rid of the stupid paper.
Next, we have something much more recent. Sometime this semester, Michelle and I went to go see a comedy show at Ground Zero. (This was the same night that we walked home and watched them film House. wo0t!) We were looking for seats and wound up sitting next to Carolyn Sasquatch from the tenors. We got bored and were looking at the drinks and such, and made up some really awful World War II drinks. Really, really awful. So here they are!!
The Aryan (originally called the Swastika, until we came up with a better Swastika)
milk
Bailey's
marshmallows
blueberries
(coconut shavings)
vanilla (ice cream)
Serve in a Wonderbread cup. Garnish with a pineapple ring and a little Hitler 'stache of black licorice.
The Swastika
strawberry blended
licorice liqueur ?
black licorice swastika on top
(tequila)
pipe-cleaner barbed wire
Serve flaming, with a strawberry on the rim.
Obviously, the Swastika is not very well thought out. That's okay, because it's so tasteless anyway.
And I believe I'm done! For now!
29 April 2007
20 April 2007
Tying up loose ends.
Okay, I just wanted to get this out of the way so they will stop bugging me every other page. Jeez.
I make it sound a lot worse than it is. It's a very handy tool, especially for a class that does research. I wish html was useable, though. You have to adapt to their weird little system, but it's not too bad. Here's a link.
I make it sound a lot worse than it is. It's a very handy tool, especially for a class that does research. I wish html was useable, though. You have to adapt to their weird little system, but it's not too bad. Here's a link.
16 April 2007
finals approaching...
It's that time of the semester again, and so, true to fashion, I am not studying or researching or writing the paper I should be writing, but rather typing in this damned livejournal. In fact, as I was getting dressed just now, I resolved to not go to my weekly session with Kishore and just veg around until Russian at 11. I even woke up early so I could prepare some questions and stuff for the consultation (or whatever we're calling it), but I have decided that I don't want to go. I'm pretty sure that I haven't missed one yet, or if I have, I've made it up. Anyway, I have a lot of recorded data to run through Audacity and analyze. Even though I've never used Audacity before...it's kind of a travesty that I've taken 4 classes in the major, including a phonetics and phonology class and never learned too much about analyzing spectrographs.
Let's run down school, shall we? I dropped CHEM 105b early this semester, and with it, pre-med. I was very relieved, but at the same time uncomfortable. Being pre-med means that you have a set course after undergrad. Being a linguistics and neuroscience major does not. I don't want to get into research because it seems rather dull in either field. I do NOT want to be an academic. Maybe I could work for the government. Which reminds me, rent has been so hard to make this year that I'm seriously considering ROTC again. Mommy would flip, though. And I'm getting the feeling I'd just chicken out anyway. Well, next year's rent should be much more manageable, as long as I can get in touch with freakin' Fat Tony. Talking to Ben Chua this weekend, I learned that they have INTERVIEWS! Prospective tenant interviews. Jeez.
Anyway, back to school. I dropped chem right on the add-drop date and added Russian 1 in its place. I have really been enjoying it, even though there's one guy in the class that often pisses me off. He's very rude to Yuliya at times, and it bugs me. So every so often I tell him off and the overall effect has mellowed him. He's the frat boy stereotype to a T. It's kind of daunting learning a language with a new writing system, which makes me pretty nervous for Chinese, which I think I should learn, especially since so many of my friends speak it. And by so many, I mean three. But whatever.
My one ling class this semester is pretty cool, but it's only once a week. For this reason, it's 3. Hours. Long. It's a lot. Especially since the professor is not very good at managing or directing a class. I think she's only on loan from the University of British Columbia until the end of the year. No one will miss her, as cruel as that sounds. I think she'll be glad to be gone as well. The best part of this class is how cool our informant has turned out to be. He's a 24-year-old first year grad student in the computer science department, but even so, he's picked up some linguistics jargon very quickly. He's also a fun guy to be around. Just this weekend, on Saturday, he invited everyone to this concert a group he's involved in had organized. The band/group/whatever is called Aradhna, and their music was very good. Rebecca came a little late, and we left early, but it was still very worthwhile. Plus, they had samosas at the intermission. I had never had samosas before Saturday, and I can't believe I missed out for that long! I love samosas. Chai...only a little, but samosas? Lots and lots. Especially with the chutneys. Holy crap.
I guess that leaves my last class. It's toward neuroscience, and it's called The Neurobiology of Aging (GERO 414). It's interesting, and the professor is a great guy, but I'm not putting forth enough effort, and it's really effecting my grade in the worst possible way. There is a lot more science-y shit to know than I expected, and neurochemistry always makes me unhappy. Oh well, it'll be over soon. Our final project is actually due Thursday, so we'll have a meeting on Wednesday to put everything together and go over it.
I guess I should wrap up. Next time, I'll talk about crazy housing shit and what led to it all. And the gig. The hilarious cancer gig. Oh, I'm going to burn for that...
music: iTunes randomizer
mood: weird...
Let's run down school, shall we? I dropped CHEM 105b early this semester, and with it, pre-med. I was very relieved, but at the same time uncomfortable. Being pre-med means that you have a set course after undergrad. Being a linguistics and neuroscience major does not. I don't want to get into research because it seems rather dull in either field. I do NOT want to be an academic. Maybe I could work for the government. Which reminds me, rent has been so hard to make this year that I'm seriously considering ROTC again. Mommy would flip, though. And I'm getting the feeling I'd just chicken out anyway. Well, next year's rent should be much more manageable, as long as I can get in touch with freakin' Fat Tony. Talking to Ben Chua this weekend, I learned that they have INTERVIEWS! Prospective tenant interviews. Jeez.
Anyway, back to school. I dropped chem right on the add-drop date and added Russian 1 in its place. I have really been enjoying it, even though there's one guy in the class that often pisses me off. He's very rude to Yuliya at times, and it bugs me. So every so often I tell him off and the overall effect has mellowed him. He's the frat boy stereotype to a T. It's kind of daunting learning a language with a new writing system, which makes me pretty nervous for Chinese, which I think I should learn, especially since so many of my friends speak it. And by so many, I mean three. But whatever.
My one ling class this semester is pretty cool, but it's only once a week. For this reason, it's 3. Hours. Long. It's a lot. Especially since the professor is not very good at managing or directing a class. I think she's only on loan from the University of British Columbia until the end of the year. No one will miss her, as cruel as that sounds. I think she'll be glad to be gone as well. The best part of this class is how cool our informant has turned out to be. He's a 24-year-old first year grad student in the computer science department, but even so, he's picked up some linguistics jargon very quickly. He's also a fun guy to be around. Just this weekend, on Saturday, he invited everyone to this concert a group he's involved in had organized. The band/group/whatever is called Aradhna, and their music was very good. Rebecca came a little late, and we left early, but it was still very worthwhile. Plus, they had samosas at the intermission. I had never had samosas before Saturday, and I can't believe I missed out for that long! I love samosas. Chai...only a little, but samosas? Lots and lots. Especially with the chutneys. Holy crap.
I guess that leaves my last class. It's toward neuroscience, and it's called The Neurobiology of Aging (GERO 414). It's interesting, and the professor is a great guy, but I'm not putting forth enough effort, and it's really effecting my grade in the worst possible way. There is a lot more science-y shit to know than I expected, and neurochemistry always makes me unhappy. Oh well, it'll be over soon. Our final project is actually due Thursday, so we'll have a meeting on Wednesday to put everything together and go over it.
I guess I should wrap up. Next time, I'll talk about crazy housing shit and what led to it all. And the gig. The hilarious cancer gig. Oh, I'm going to burn for that...
music: iTunes randomizer
mood: weird...
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