Eating corn milk candy. Now I know what Julie meant when she tried a cold red bean drink and said she couldn’t associate beans with dessert.
1 year, 8 months ago
Hit on Deborah, get rejected, swallow sadness. LIKE A BOSS.
1 year, 8 months ago
Had to explain to someone that the headline “Food Pornography” in the newspaper isn’t a typo; it’s for people who drool over photos of food
1 year, 8 months ago
See you in France
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Got a ticket booked for France in the Fall. Instead of staying in Paris, I’m going to be living with Frédéric and Misun in the town of Chartres. That way I’ll save money on accomodations, since the train goes to Paris every hour, only takes an hour, and is much cheaper than a night for a hotel there.
With three weeks booked, I know I’ll be able to go at my own pace in the city, with plenty of time to spend with Frédéric, Misun, and the boys too.
These three Frommer’s books came in one pack. I was happy to find one that focused on Paris alone.
My French comprehension has rusted to the point of being non-existent, so the dictionary and phrase book seemed like a good idea too. It’s filled with hilarious phonetic pronunciations, like “ehs-kuh tueh praw~ lah peel-uel” for “Est-ce que tu prends la pillule?” or “Are you on birth control?” in the Getting Intimate section. I wouldn’t be surprised if Paris was the only city to have this section, which includes translations for “Harder!”, “Faster!”, “Deeper!”, and “May I come inside?” (although I suspect the last one isn’t exactly the meaning I’m thinking).
I also bought this Paris Moleskine, embossed with the city’s name on the spine. It’s overpriced for a notebook, but worth it for the convenience. Contains condensed versions of all the most useful information, including numbers for transportation companies (including air balloon!) and city maps.
Having a race with @SonicVenom to see who can get to level 50 in GodFinger first. My strategy: not telling him about the race. #mwahahaha
1 year, 8 months ago
Delicious goodies from overseas, thanks to Pat and Jen (and their trip to the Asias). http://yfrog.com/0tyylhj
1 year, 8 months ago
Just bought the sequel to Team Fortress Classic, my #2 top rated game of all time. I wasn’t planning on being productive this weekend anyway
1 year, 8 months ago
Did I mention I'm in love?
Started a few months ago, and I’m pretty sure I’ve racked up a few thousand views in that time.
What a wonderfully understated moment, about stolen love and stolen identities, shot on stolen film.
Is it just me, or does peeing feel like a mini-orgasm? #oh #OH #ahhhhhhhh
1 year, 8 months ago
The real star of 30 Rock is the writer for Tracy Jordan. Everything else is way too predictable (though thoroughly satisfying).
1 year, 8 months ago
By far the best thing I’ve read all day (on Nintendo at E3): “Santa Claus is real, he’s in our booth, and he’s giving out fucking handjobs”.
1 year, 8 months ago
Baby talk
One summer in my teenage years, I volunteered at a kinder camp1, and that filled a gap in my knowledge about anyone under 10. Unfortunately, that gap only spanned children between 3 and 5, and aside from that range, I knew nothing about kids.
So interacting with children who’ve yet learned to speak I found especially awkward. I never understood how to talk to someone who didn’t seem to understand what I was saying. It was like talking to a stuffed animal, which I’m pretty sure can’t be done by any sane person without feeling creepy.
Not to mention how phony it sounds. Why do people raise their voices, as if a child trusts them more if they sound like them2? They don’t normally talk like that.
Then I realized that I do kitty talk, with the boospy, and the schmoopsy, and the pokey of the belly. I talk to my cat all the time, a habit I’ve probably picked up from living by myself for the last three years, combined with the fact that I’m an extreme introvert and stay in my house for the majority of my time.
Which is strange because Dolly doesn’t understand anything I’m saying (though I’m sure cats are intelligent enough to evolve to talk if they believed anything a human had to say could be important). And this is after I wrote an entry seven years ago, specifically about how awkward I found it to talking to cats.
Maybe I’m comfortable enough with cats now to hold a conversation with one. Or maybe I’m going crazy.
I’m getting more comfortable with kids too. Not just talking to them, but the idea of having them myself, maybe because my friends are getting married and giving birth and I’m spending more time with a few adorable boys and girls. I can talk to them even though they only respond in monosyllables.
Jodie Foster once described having children as the most creative thing she’s ever done, and I completely understand that now. I can’t think of anything more creative than nurturing growth, curiosity, imagination, and ideas in another human being. One day, I’d like to experience it for myself.
- Cause I had nothing better to do. Seriously. [↑]
- Though it worked for Owen Meany. [↑]
Cranium Party, the Third
So out of the 26 people I invited to the third Cranium Party, 9 said they couldn’t make it, 13 said they’d come, and 4 didn’t RSVP at all.
Out of the 13 people who said they’d come, only 3 of them showed up, and one of those was Jessica, who was sort of co-hosting this one with me, so fuck yeah she was there1.
That means that including me, we had four people, which is the bare minimum to play Cranium.
To say I was disappointed is an understatement. I spent a great deal of time and energy making the invitations, and cleaning the house so my guests could be comfortable. Not to mention all the food I bought, most of which went bad because there weren’t enough people to eat it (and especially when the guests who do show up also bring plenty of snacks).
We did end up playing a good game, but it was entirely not worth all the preparation.
Jessica offered to host the next one at her place — very nice of her because that really means she’s offering to shoulder all the responsibilities — but I feel like Cranium parties are my thing. An invitation is not only an invitation to play, it’s an invitation into my social circle. The guest list is tightly controlled; anyone on it is either a very close friend, or someone I can tell has the potential to be. I want to have all the responsibility, because it’s one of the ways I can show these people they’re important to me.
At the same time, some people are already asking about the next one2, which I find strange because the impression I get is that it’s a low priority, never something people put in their schedule and plan around. I’m pretty sure most only go if nothing else comes up on that day.
That’s fine by me — not everyone loves doing bad impressions of Christopher Walken as much as I do — but when people say they’re going to be there and don’t show up, it’s a complete devaluation of my efforts. I’m seriously questioning if I’m going to host another Cranium party any time soon. If I do, the next invite list will undoubtedly be much shorter.
At the very least, the day was salvaged with some bubble tea, Chinese food, and quality time with Jessica.
Turns out eating bacon, eggs, and toast at 8:00pm still makes it feel like there’s another 16 hours in the day left.
1 year, 8 months ago
You know you’re tired when you use your cellphone dial pad as a calculator. #sorrywrongnumber
1 year, 8 months ago