I HAS A FLAVOR!
C'mon, someone had to say it.
Similarly, I also feel that someone needs to say...
I'M MEEEEEEELTING!
C'mon, someone had to say it.
Similarly, I also feel that someone needs to say...
I'M MEEEEEEELTING!
April 2009
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Apr. 7th, 2009
Mar. 27th, 2009
The awesome thing about being in a museum studies program when a seven like this rolls around is that the professors tend to just roll with the punches and have us creating our own cave paintings, studying the various woolly or sabertoothed mammals as well as the dinosaurs, and quizzing us on which tools we find reflect authentic prehistoric human artifacts, and which are fictionalized versions of technology we have today. It certainly makes for a good exhibit idea.
I had to lock Velma in my bedroom because she kept trying to eat the baby mammoth that's currently vacuuming the living room. It's like a Flintstones-era Roomba, you guys.
...oh man. Excuse me, I have a rabbit I need to teach to ride the not-a-Roomba.
P.S. I hope I get to keep the accessories. This belt of overly-large teeth makes me look totally badass, and seems to imbue my velociraptor with a vague respect for me.
I had to lock Velma in my bedroom because she kept trying to eat the baby mammoth that's currently vacuuming the living room. It's like a Flintstones-era Roomba, you guys.
...oh man. Excuse me, I have a rabbit I need to teach to ride the not-a-Roomba.
P.S. I hope I get to keep the accessories. This belt of overly-large teeth makes me look totally badass, and seems to imbue my velociraptor with a vague respect for me.
Mar. 15th, 2009
( Henry )
Guys. Guys. Guys. I officially have the coolest pets IN THE WORLD.
Guess who has their very own baby velociraptor? Oh yes, that would be me. She's really adorable and about a foot tall and her name is Velma. I guess I need to alternate nights of reading Bunnicula to Attila the Bun at bedtime with Jurassic Park now, huh?
Oh, and if anyone can grab me some more Spongebob bandaids at the store, that would be awesome. Trying to house-train a dinosaur is not easy.
Guys. Guys. Guys. I officially have the coolest pets IN THE WORLD.
Guess who has their very own baby velociraptor? Oh yes, that would be me. She's really adorable and about a foot tall and her name is Velma. I guess I need to alternate nights of reading Bunnicula to Attila the Bun at bedtime with Jurassic Park now, huh?
Oh, and if anyone can grab me some more Spongebob bandaids at the store, that would be awesome. Trying to house-train a dinosaur is not easy.
Closed Third Person - Wish (last Wednesday)
Trouble slowly awoke to a scuffling noise on one side of the room. Figuring it was just Attila the Bun sliding around on the hardwood or trying to hop over the little fence that kept him to one side of the room while she was sleeping, she took her time rubbing the sleep from her eyes and rolling over so she could peek over the other side of the bed.
Attila the Bun was not alone. Trouble cocked her head and wiped at her eyes again, more curious about what it was that her rabbit seemed to be fighting, or playing with, than she was worried about the rabbit. It was indestructible, after all. Eventually she was awake enough for the blur to resolve into a large lizard, though nothing like any lizard she'd ever seen in Tampa before.
Reaching over the side of the bed, she tried to scoop up Attila so she could get a better look at his playmate, only to get bitten for the trouble. And not by the rabbit, either. She immediately yanked her hand back and sucked on the finger that had been bitten; it didn't hurt badly, but enough to wake her up fully and make her sit up on the bed, just as the lizard let loose a very familiar sound.
Trouble's eyes went wide as she realized exactly what the lizard was. She reached down again, this time ignoring Attila in favor of grabbing the lizard from behind with both hands, avoiding both teeth and claws as she held it above her lap and inspected it more closely.
Hell. Yes.
Attila the Bun was not alone. Trouble cocked her head and wiped at her eyes again, more curious about what it was that her rabbit seemed to be fighting, or playing with, than she was worried about the rabbit. It was indestructible, after all. Eventually she was awake enough for the blur to resolve into a large lizard, though nothing like any lizard she'd ever seen in Tampa before.
Reaching over the side of the bed, she tried to scoop up Attila so she could get a better look at his playmate, only to get bitten for the trouble. And not by the rabbit, either. She immediately yanked her hand back and sucked on the finger that had been bitten; it didn't hurt badly, but enough to wake her up fully and make her sit up on the bed, just as the lizard let loose a very familiar sound.
Trouble's eyes went wide as she realized exactly what the lizard was. She reached down again, this time ignoring Attila in favor of grabbing the lizard from behind with both hands, avoiding both teeth and claws as she held it above her lap and inspected it more closely.
Hell. Yes.
Jan. 9th, 2009
( Henry )
Sep. 27th, 2008
I love Tampa. For real. I mean seriously. I'm a LEGO. Arguably one of the coolest toys ever invented. Except when you step on the sharp-edged blocks in bare feet. That really sucks. My brother once jumped over the banister and landed on a lego and had to go to the hospital to have it surgically removed. Not Howard. He could probably make the Legos move out of the way if he jumped over the banister. Clearly all my siblings should have magical powers - it's a survival thing.
My Lego hair is lighter than it should be. Which I guess makes sense, since it only comes in certain colors. But I should probably re-dye my hair. My roots were showing before I switched, so I'm guessing they will be again when I switch back.
Has anyone, you know, gone the bathroom while a Lego?
My Lego hair is lighter than it should be. Which I guess makes sense, since it only comes in certain colors. But I should probably re-dye my hair. My roots were showing before I switched, so I'm guessing they will be again when I switch back.
Has anyone, you know, gone the bathroom while a Lego?
Jul. 28th, 2008
HOWARD HOWARD HOWARD HOWARD HOWARD!
DID YOU GET YOUR SHIP BACK? I GOT MY PIANO. YOU SHOULD HAVE TOTALLY GOTTEN YOUR SHIP BACK. YOU COULD FIT EVEN MORE PEOPLE IN IT NOW THAT SHINE ISN'T FAT AND DILLIAN DOESN'T WEAR THOSE FRILLY DRESSES SO MUCH AND THEY ATE FIFI. THAT'S LIKE TWO AND A HALF MORE PEOPLE RIGHT THERE!
I MISS QUENTIN. HE TOOK ME PLACES, LIKE THE LOUVRE, AND BACK TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM WHERE I SAID HI TO ALL THE PEOPLE I DID MY INTERNSHIP WITH, AND TO THE AQUARIUM IN SYDNEY WHERE I TOTALLY GOT TO PET A PLAYTYPUS. SHINE! CAN I HAVE A PLATYPUS? IT WOULD BE REALLY COOL. HE ALSO REMINDED ME THAT I NEED TO FIND THAT LETTER FROM THE GRANT COMMITTEE. I GOT IT THE OTHER DAY, BUT THEN I LOST IT SOMETIME BETWEEN SNORKELING (THEY WON'T LET ME TAKE SCUBA LESSONS BECAUSE OF MY BRAIN INJURY) AND SAND TOBOGGANING.
I'VE BEEN AWAKE SINCE BEFORE HE LEFT which is probably why I only just now realized that I was typing in all caps. Um. Hi!
I think I'll go take a nap now.
BUT I WANT TO SEE YOUR ROCKET, HOWARD!
DID YOU GET YOUR SHIP BACK? I GOT MY PIANO. YOU SHOULD HAVE TOTALLY GOTTEN YOUR SHIP BACK. YOU COULD FIT EVEN MORE PEOPLE IN IT NOW THAT SHINE ISN'T FAT AND DILLIAN DOESN'T WEAR THOSE FRILLY DRESSES SO MUCH AND THEY ATE FIFI. THAT'S LIKE TWO AND A HALF MORE PEOPLE RIGHT THERE!
I MISS QUENTIN. HE TOOK ME PLACES, LIKE THE LOUVRE, AND BACK TO THE BRITISH MUSEUM WHERE I SAID HI TO ALL THE PEOPLE I DID MY INTERNSHIP WITH, AND TO THE AQUARIUM IN SYDNEY WHERE I TOTALLY GOT TO PET A PLAYTYPUS. SHINE! CAN I HAVE A PLATYPUS? IT WOULD BE REALLY COOL. HE ALSO REMINDED ME THAT I NEED TO FIND THAT LETTER FROM THE GRANT COMMITTEE. I GOT IT THE OTHER DAY, BUT THEN I LOST IT SOMETIME BETWEEN SNORKELING (THEY WON'T LET ME TAKE SCUBA LESSONS BECAUSE OF MY BRAIN INJURY) AND SAND TOBOGGANING.
I'VE BEEN AWAKE SINCE BEFORE HE LEFT which is probably why I only just now realized that I was typing in all caps. Um. Hi!
I think I'll go take a nap now.
BUT I WANT TO SEE YOUR ROCKET, HOWARD!
Closed Third Person - PLOT - Returned objects
It was an ungodly hour of the night - somewhere between four and five - when no one in their right mind was still awake, and everyone with sense was still asleep. Which meant it was quiet, almost eerily so, until the sudden cacophony that came from Trouble's part of the house started up.
The noise was a jumble of thumping and piano keys, laughter and tiny scurrying animal feet. The notes of Chopsticks could just barely be made out - not because Trouble was playing quietly, but because she played so horribly that even that simple song was hardly recognizable. She played with enthusiasm, though, much to the horror of anyone within a quarter-mile radius, and was joined in her merry-making by tiny rabbit and chinchilla feet scrambling across the keys as they tried to escape her fingers and the vibrations from the piano.
Even Attila the Bun had his limits.
In the wake of looming boredom following the departure of her son, who would probably never get born, at least not until someone won themselves a Nobel Prize figuring out the technical details of it all, getting her piano back was just what she needed.
At least until she started wondering if Howard had gotten his rocket ship.
The noise was a jumble of thumping and piano keys, laughter and tiny scurrying animal feet. The notes of Chopsticks could just barely be made out - not because Trouble was playing quietly, but because she played so horribly that even that simple song was hardly recognizable. She played with enthusiasm, though, much to the horror of anyone within a quarter-mile radius, and was joined in her merry-making by tiny rabbit and chinchilla feet scrambling across the keys as they tried to escape her fingers and the vibrations from the piano.
Even Attila the Bun had his limits.
In the wake of looming boredom following the departure of her son, who would probably never get born, at least not until someone won themselves a Nobel Prize figuring out the technical details of it all, getting her piano back was just what she needed.
At least until she started wondering if Howard had gotten his rocket ship.
Jul. 26th, 2008
Having a kid? So incredibly awesome. Even if it probably took the university's entire physics department to figure out how a kid that huge came from my tiny body. I'm fairly sure it involved wormholes.
Or magic, one of the two. Maybe both.
Anyway. My kid is awesome, and he has the most badass power ever, and also gives good piggyback rides. I'm tempted to dub him Horrible, just to continue the family tradition.
( Erskine, Howard, Shine )
Or magic, one of the two. Maybe both.
Anyway. My kid is awesome, and he has the most badass power ever, and also gives good piggyback rides. I'm tempted to dub him Horrible, just to continue the family tradition.
( Erskine, Howard, Shine )
Jul. 8th, 2008
PLOT - Secrets and lies (yesterday)
( Wizards )
I can measure my age in relation to a century, I have memory problems, and I know someone who knew Shakespeare. Conclusion: I am old. Conclusion from my conclusion: It is now my solemn duty to become a shuffleboard master and to beat children with a cane.
Conclusion from my conclusion from my conclusion: I am living in the right city.
I can measure my age in relation to a century, I have memory problems, and I know someone who knew Shakespeare. Conclusion: I am old. Conclusion from my conclusion: It is now my solemn duty to become a shuffleboard master and to beat children with a cane.
Conclusion from my conclusion from my conclusion: I am living in the right city.
Jul. 6th, 2008
WHAT THE SHIT IS THIS? Are you kidding me? Oh my God.
You know, I always think it’s really lame when people forget their own birthdays. Are your birthdays really that consistently lame that you can’t even remember to pat yourself on the back for a job well done on surviving another year (this is especially true here in Tampa)?
But I did. This is possibly the most ridiculous thing I have ever done, and that’s saying a lot. I was supposed to meet my parents, and apparently they spent all day calling, but my cell battery was dead so I left it at home and then went out and played all day and Jesus Christ on a pogo stick. I’m one of those people.
There was supposed to be presents! And a tiara! And general worship of the awesomeness that is me! And instead I sit here and wonder if it was the traumatic brain injury that did it, or if I am seriously slipping here.
I’m too young to be this lame!
Missing your 25th birthday is a really good way to throw yourself into a quarter-life crisis. Jeez.
Also, Gordon? I am never going to get all this glitter off me. I am going to be crapping glitter for like a month and you better hope that my turds don’t start flying, or we are going to have WORDS.
Fuck this, I'm dyeing my hair. Shine, if I'm not out of the bathroom in like three hours, you might want to drag me out. Dead bodies start to stink, especially when they're covered in noxious chemicals.
You know, I always think it’s really lame when people forget their own birthdays. Are your birthdays really that consistently lame that you can’t even remember to pat yourself on the back for a job well done on surviving another year (this is especially true here in Tampa)?
But I did. This is possibly the most ridiculous thing I have ever done, and that’s saying a lot. I was supposed to meet my parents, and apparently they spent all day calling, but my cell battery was dead so I left it at home and then went out and played all day and Jesus Christ on a pogo stick. I’m one of those people.
There was supposed to be presents! And a tiara! And general worship of the awesomeness that is me! And instead I sit here and wonder if it was the traumatic brain injury that did it, or if I am seriously slipping here.
I’m too young to be this lame!
Missing your 25th birthday is a really good way to throw yourself into a quarter-life crisis. Jeez.
Also, Gordon? I am never going to get all this glitter off me. I am going to be crapping glitter for like a month and you better hope that my turds don’t start flying, or we are going to have WORDS.
Fuck this, I'm dyeing my hair. Shine, if I'm not out of the bathroom in like three hours, you might want to drag me out. Dead bodies start to stink, especially when they're covered in noxious chemicals.