Wait for it….
Watch this. See if you can find Fenton.
We’d never get Riley back. I saw this on reddit somewhere and at The Daily What.
Watch this. See if you can find Fenton.
We’d never get Riley back. I saw this on reddit somewhere and at The Daily What.
A crossword clue I liked the other day: Tango quorum. Maybe because I like the word quorum. And quagmire. And quackery. Quell. Quench. Quibble. Quest. But I have never understood why the uppercase cursive Q looks like a big floppy 2. Whose decision was that?
I finished reading Orson Scott Card’s Hidden Empire yesterday. There are times when knowing more about an author makes reading their books more enjoyable. There are times when knowing more about an author makes no difference whatsoever to how you feel about their books. And there are times you wish you could unlearn things about an author because you were SO much happier reading those books before you knew what you know now. Orson Scott Card falls into the third category for me. In high school, when Randy badgered me into reading Ender’s Game (I have no idea why I needed badgering, but thank you for doing it), I didn’t know anything about him (OSC, not Randy). I LOVED Ender’s Game. I still really like it, and I like all the sequels. I’ve read just about every novel OSC has written, and with the exception of the Homecoming series and maybe one or two others, I really liked them. Later, I found out OSC was Mormon. Not a big deal – an author’s religion is completely irrelevant to me. Knowing that, though, made me notice that it comes through in his Alvin Maker series, but those books are still fantasy (alternate history with magic), and I like them. His religion, his feelings about religion, come up sometimes, in some books, but they don’t get in the way of suspension of belief. Usually. Yes, one of Ender’s parents is Mormon and the other is Catholic and that’s why they want more than their allowed number of children and yes, the government in the book is painted as evil for hating religion (and other things). It’s still part of the story, and when I first read it (the first few times I read it, probably), I didn’t see that plot point as anything other than a plot point. I can still NOT view it as something planted by the author for a reason because it serves the story. It helps that the vast majority of his books take place in the past or in the far future.
A few years ago, I found OSC’s website. He writes a weekly column called “Uncle Orson Reviews Everything”, and for a long time, I enjoyed reading it. At least, I enjoyed reading it when he was reviewing books and movies and restaurants and random products. I like his writing style, and I’ve found that I like (and often love) books that he recommends. Sometimes, he discusses politics and world events. I can’t read him when he discusses politics and world events. I see red. He’s a Democrat who hates Democrats. He thinks global warming is the left’s religion. He – no, that’s not my point. My point is that I know this about him now. And I can still dismiss it when he’s writing science fiction or fantasy that takes place in the future or the past or in nothing resembling real life. But Hidden Empire (and Empire, which came out a few years ago) takes place in the immediate future. I don’t remember having as much a problem with Empire, but with Hidden Empire, I couldn’t go two pages without being hit over the head with his worldview. Right, people who believe global warming is a problem secretly want a third of the world’s population to die. Sure, only Christians would volunteer to help the sick and dying. The action was good. The preaching was not. I was disappointed. End of review.
I started to quote bits of OSC’s latest reviews as examples of what makes me want to tear my hair out, but reading those articles is making me crazy, so I’ll just link to a couple. You can read them if you want to. Then breathe deeply. He gets into politics in this one from 9/15/11 and there’s a section on Herman Cain in this one from 11/3/11.
I gotta tell you something crazy, peoples. Last night, after I got home from work….wait for it….I DIDN’T TURN THE COMPUTER ON. I know. I don’t know how I survived. I’m making up for it today.
From reddit: how did I not know this? Wait – maybe it’s new. Right now, go to Google. Type in “do a barrel roll”. Google is awesome. Here’s more.
I want this outfit. She looks fantastic, of course.
Also, watch this. I’m too lazy to embed the video, so follow the link for a very fun father-daughter dance medley.
Sorry for all the links and no content. I have to go to Baltimore at too-early-to-be-believed tomorrow morning, so I’m going to bed.
There was something I was going to write about, something John said or did, but I don’t remember what it is. I had a very frustrating day that went straight into an online midterm review. That went pretty well. I feel better about the exam, at least. So instead of whatever it was I was thinking about earlier, you can have these instead.
1. Look! An adorable baby goat playing king of the mountain and being adorable!
And 2. This (from reddit) makes me laugh every time I look at it.
I think I need to see Madagascar. Jungle animals doing hilarious things sounds really appealing at the moment.
So…you know how the other week I was over the moon about running? How I ran my race, and I ran faster than I expected, and I felt really good? Well. In the two weeks immediately following that race, I ran a total of 3 miles. Weird schedule, too many crazy-early mornings – oh, I’ve got plenty of excuses. But, as John so kindly reminded me this morning, you lose your conditioning a hell of a lot faster than you gained it. So this morning I ran four miles. I’ve still got it. And I don’t want to lose it. I don’t know if I could jump right in and run ten again, but I’m aiming for 7 or 8 this weekend. That’s doable, right?
The Bloggess (who you should really be reading regularly because oh my god Snuffleupagus) pins some hilarious and beautiful things on her pinterest page. You should check in on that every once in a while, too.
I just turned in my third calculus quiz of the semester and I have to take the midterm before next Wednesday. So I’m going to watch some TV because the band is rehearsing in the basement and who can study through that?
I wish I could unsee this. Seriously, I’m scared, so only follow this link if you are not easily freaked out. (You don’t have to read the comments – just click on the picture at the top.) Even John admitted it was pretty creepy. But, you know, I had to share. I can’t be the only person checking behind me every few seconds.
In not scary news, I know this guy! Kind of. He was a client at my last job. He moved to Vegas to play poker professionally. After winning a lot. Good for him. He was always nice to me.
I needed to scrub my brain after that eerie picture, so we watched an episode of Modern Family. I love that show. If you don’t watch it, you are missing out.
I had a dream my house was falling apart. But you don’t want to hear about that. Other people’s dreams aren’t interesting to anyone but the dreamer. And maybe the dreamer’s psychologist. I don’t have one of those, so I’m out of luck.
This is not the week to get sick. It’s not the week to get blisters or bruises or terribly sore muscles. It’s definitely not the week to get any sort of running-related injury. It’s also not the week to lose sleep or be overtired. To that end, I promised myself that I would be in bed reading by 8:30 tonight. It sounds utterly ridiculous, but I have to get up super early to get downtown tomorrow, and I’m tired just thinking about it.
And so I leave you with the most awesomest thing ever: a flowchart that walks you through the top 100 science fiction and fantasy books, as listed by NPR a few weeks ago. Apparently, since the list is just that, with very little detail to guide readers new to the genre(s), the helpful people over at SF Signal created this flowchart (which is the most awesomely wonderful thing and I want a big poster of it). And now there’s an interactive version! I was directed here by this post of John Scalzi’s, and in the interest of full disclosure, I’ll tell you that my list of books to buy grew three sizes based on NPR’s list and the comments from John Scalzi’s readers in this post on his site. You know, in case you’re interested.
I had a strange day. Got so frustrated with work I was nearly in tears. Got over it because there’s a lot of funny stuff on the internet. I know, right?
My favorite tweet today:
My favorite reddit…thing today (it’s actually from yesterday, but it kept me amused today, too):
Must go. If I stay here any longer, I’ll eat the entire container of rice pudding. (John’s brilliant idea – who gets a craving for rice pudding, of all things? So good.) Anyway, I’d like to pretend today’s odd day never happened, so I’m going to take my book and go to bed and start fresh tomorrow.
The books (the fiction), they have been reorganized and reshelved. I finished just a few minutes ago. For now, they’re all flush against the front edge (John loves it), but I have a compromise in mind. I’ll try it tomorrow. I have pictures, but my phone’s USB cable is upstairs (and the pictures aren’t that great – let’s hope for sunlight tomorrow) and I’m not willing to go get it. Once I go upstairs tonight, I’m not coming back down. I also weeded out all the duplicates today. We have multiple copies of 54 books. In some cases (The Left Hand of Darkness, War and Remembrance), we have three copies. There are a couple others we have two of, but for various reasons, I want to keep them in our collection. The duplicates will probably join the inventory in the basement. Unless we find someone who’s dying to have a hardcover edition of The Hidden City (the third book in David Eddings’ The Tamuli) or a copy of The Winds of War that is falling apart (most of the books are in pretty good shape, but not this one so much). Or any of the 48 books I didn’t name. 47. John doesn’t want to get rid of the extra copy of Johnny Tremain. (Just like I don’t want to get rid of my extra copy of Anne of Green Gables. Sure, I have the box set, but I remember reading that copy.)
In other than book news, I found two of the greatest videos ever on The Daily What today.
The first is a bunch of cows looking crazy interested in a Dixieland combo in a field in France. Good music, funny cows.
The second is a juggling video. AMAZING.
I’m catching up on Wil Wheaton’s blog (I’m in June 2009 in his archives – John wishes I’d just skip ahead already), and I found a video of his friend venting about Twitter. I think I’ve seen my potential future (re: Twitter, of course, not in general. I hope.). I’ll do my best to avoid it. But the video is hilarious and made me start following him. Go. Watch. Laugh.
All this rain means walking the dogs is out of the question. So maybe it’s gloomy for them. It’s been raining almost non-stop all day long. Very good for the lawn. I wish I could send some of this rain to Texas. They need it.
Wait – it stopped. Walking the dogs is back on the table. Well, not literally. I would ruin our pretty (expensive) dining room table if I walked the dogs on it. And it wouldn’t be good exercise for them. Not long enough. Aaaaannnnd…that was dumb. Moving on.
But not very far. Since I find myself incapable of writing anything anyone might want to read today, I’ll leave you with this video (courtesy of the The Daily What and Say OMG (I think that’s where the original came from)). It’s only 2 minutes, and the payoff is totally worth the wait.
Why Harry Potter Should Really Be All About Hermione Granger. Link courtesy of John Scalzi.
I love Harry Potter.
My mission in life, at least for today, is to show you the most adorably vicious thing on the internet (as presented by The Daily What).
I was waiting for its mother to show up and rip the guy’s face off. Or something equally horrific. Although the title on the video would probably be different if it ended that way.
…that so far, I’ve managed to keep only as drafts. You don’t need that crap. You need this, though.
I want to see this movie. You do, too, admit it. (Okay, Margaret might not, and Mom almost certainly doesn’t, but the rest of you do, I know it.) Found it following a link to a Scalzi article at www.filmcritic.com from his blog post from the other day. I mean today. What day is it?
This (from The Daily What) made me cry. A little. At the end. Margaret and Mom (and the rest of you) will probably like it, too.
I have nothing else for you today. Worked from home (worked a LOT) and then studied. I’m getting tired of statistics being all I do. But I did get an A (100% ’cause I’m a nerd and it was absurdly easy. Did I mention it was 20 multiple choice questions? No? Well, it was.) on my midterm. So…there’s that.
One last thing. Cat as martini glass. I love her.
I should embed the video, but I’m lazy. It’s late. Follow the link – it’s short and worth it. Then show up at noon tomorrow!
In a perfect world – and by a perfect world, I mean my perfect world, of course – I would be an inch or two taller (5’6″ is so boring), 25 to 30 pounds lighter, I would live in one of the places showcased by Desire to Inspire, and my wardrobe would be chosen by someone with great taste and plenty of money (’cause they’d be buying it for me – it’d be okay, since this is my perfect world, if that money were my own). That would be the best part. Someone else to do my clothes shopping, someone to put my outfits together. Comfortable, good-looking, classic, good quality. The clothes, too. 🙂 Tom and Lorenzo could live next door so they could send me right back inside when my personal shopper/wardrobe consultant failed and/or my lack of fashion sense reared its ugly head. And I’d have a personal chef, preferably one who is capable of making deliciously wonderful meals that look like they have too many calories (lots of cheese, cream sauces, chocolate, etc) but really hardly have any. A magic chef.
I wouldn’t need to be a princess if I had all of that. I may have just admitted that I still wish I could be a princess. (I still wear pink and purple, too. Quite often. Not usually at the same time. At least I recognize my need for wardrobe help.) The Princess Diaries speaks to me, partly because, really, how cool would it be if you woke up one morning and found out you’re a princess? And partly because DUDE. Julie Andrews is your grandmother. We would sing ALL the time.
I can think of plenty of other things that would make my world perfect, both shallow and not, but the real world is beckoning and I kinda have to pay attention to it. Damn reality.
Thanks to Nancy (who finds some of the most interesting stuff), I get to share this article with you. And since almost everyone I know is a little (at least) anal about grammar and word usage, I know you’ll enjoy it. Number 5 is my favorite. Also, I think I’m in love with that website. It’s the only thing keeping me sane at work today.
The rain helps. Out of nowhere (it seemed, although I’m pretty sure it came from over West Virginia), we got a massive thunderstorm. Felt like it was right on top of us. Big thunder. I like. Even if I’d rather watch it from my front porch, dirty rocking chairs and all, than my office cubicle.
Who’s not managing her time well this week? That’s right. That’d be me. I have 45 minutes to study before I leave again. I’m going to use it.
He’s reminding me that I should be paying attention to him who adores me and not so much to the computer. I’ll be right there, Doggy-dog.
I love Tom and Lorenzo. They make fun of people in the most delightful way.
That appears to be all I have to say today. Oh, wait.
This week, from an I-was-better-about-doing-the-things-I-need-to-be-doing perspective, has been much better than last week. Last week was all about keeping weird and stupid hours, not getting enough sleep, eating like a piggy little pig, and NOT EXERCISING AT ALL. All week. I didn’t feel so hot when I got to last weekend. I felt downright disgusting. And very very tired. So I’ve been better this week. Not perfect, no, but better. About that stuff. I haven’t pigged out (as much), I’ve done some sort of exercise every day since Sunday, and I’ve been getting closer to eight hours of sleep every night. This week was MUCH worse for work, though. But I’m not going to talk about that. (I vented to Jess on my way home today, so I feel a little better. Thanks, Jess!)
The other thing I feel better about? Calculus. I got my midterm grade back over the weekend. I got a B. That’ll do. I thought I did better than that, but considering…everything, I can be happy with it. I take my final next week. I turned in my last quiz twenty minutes ago, so the final is all that’s left. That feels good, but so does knowing I can still handle calculus. After all this time.
Now what do I get to do? Clean. Clean like crazy, like the wind, like I’ve never cleaned before. Because the house is a WRECK. It looks like a tornado came through. See for yourself:

This is what happens when we don't pick up the clutter for a couple of weeks. We just keep shoving it to the side.
Note the calculus paraphernalia and the books stacked all over the dining room table (because the giant annual used book sale I LOVE was last weekend and we just HAD to leave work early on Friday to go before they closed at 7pm that night because we were out of town the rest of the weekend) and the toilet paper, giant bottle of ibuprofen, and tons of mail scattered on the island. And that’s just this room.
I know where I’m starting, though. All those new books need to be shelved, and before they can be shelved, they have to be catalogued. Hey, it’s gotta be done. I might as well be the one to do it.
I don’t know what made me think of it today, but I found myself googling converted barns and I found this site. Oh my god. Converted barns all over Europe. Like, for instance, this one. How cool would that be? In a similar vein, I think living in a converted church (like friends of Mom’s who I couldn’t name if you put a gun to my head), would be awesomesauce. (I saw one the other day at Desire to Inspire.) (That site makes me happy and sad and wistful and jealous all at the same time.)
Why can’t we be crazy rich? I’d do good things with my money, I promise! With all my free time and much of my money, I’d pay extra taxes and volunteer at hospitals and give blood all the time and start foundations to help the homeless and the starving and the dyslexic and the diseased. And on the side, I’d live in really cool houses and travel a lot. Angelina Jolie does it. I totally would.
That was not my point when I started. I’d like to live in a converted barn. And I’d raise my hypothetical, non-existent kids in a barn. Because that would be awesome.
Start your Monday off right with a duck parade, clones singing Queen, a lion trying to inhale a baby through glass, and two guys messing around in an airport in the middle of the night, all courtesy of The Daily What.