Me, This Afternoon

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Or, check out Curiosities, an "electronic wonder-room" on tumblr.

That's it!

Convinced that my comments will never work again, I've moved my blog to wordpress, which is much more complicated and annoying to work with.

But you made me do it, Blogger.

You made me do it.

Smell you later!

Sunday Poem

Life Is But A Dream
Lewis Carroll

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July--

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear--

Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;

Ever drifting down the stream--
Lingering in the golden gleam--
Life, what is it but a dream?

Ha!

Dan Brown ruins every thing!

Dan Brown's latest book takes down freemasons.org

I've got it!

This shall be my next cross stitch!


Also, my Julius Caesar comic is finished has terminated fantastically.

Cross-Stitch Success?

My first cross-stitch project!

It is of a goose meeting a friendly snail, from a kit I found in the back of a closet (circa the late 70s-early 80s).

I've spruced it up a bit by disregarding the color instructions. PhotoBooth isn't really doing justice to the pinkness of the goose.

I've hunted through the backs of all the household closets and found no more free 1970s cross-stitch patterns, so perhaps for my next effort iI'll make my own.

Browsing online I've discovered that most patterns are best appreciated ironically:

Also, many seem to be concerned with welcoming people to places.

Animals are also popular, whether offering encouragement:

Drunkenly declaring their love*:

Or just hanging out, striking self-satisfied poses:

*That bunny is going to be sooooo embarassed when his friends tell him about this tomorrow.

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad

This is what I made Maw and Paw for their 38th anniversary*. Check them out, in all their youthful innocence (at ages 22 and 23).



*Yes, it is the cheapest gift ever.

Ha! So true...

In other news, now that The Gothic Novel has reached it's stunning conclusion* I've begun a new genre-parodying e-novel.

This one takes on the historical-mystery-thriller genre, which I both love to hate and hate to love.

I hate the dumbed-down scholarship and the way they put wild conjecture on the level with actual fact so that they're indistinguishable to the average reader (something scholars are quite capable of doing on their own without the help of fiction). I get annoyed with the way the protagonist, always a supposed genius in his/her field, will randomly forget hugely important information when convinient for building suspense**

But many of the genre's silly conventions appeal to me. I like the location-hoping, where every clue has to be visited in person at some famed historical site. I like the idea that great discoveries are just sitting there in plain sight, waiting for some one to accidentally figure them out. And I like an academic protagonist whose superpower is obscure knowledge. Especially, I like the character of the distinguished British gentleman with the sparkling wit and endless knowledge to turns out to be evil, usually.

The first chapter is currently underway. Stay tuned for...

When mild-mannered professor Nick Harris accepts a job at small college in the Midwest, he doesn’t expect anything more challenging than trying to interest a room full of teenagers in Early Modern history. But St. Mary Francis College holds the key to a centuries-old secret so powerful, so shocking, that the quest to unlock it sends Nick racing across the globe. He soon discovers that he’s not the only seeker interested in ancient truths. There are others following the same path, and some seem willing to kill to see that Nick never makes it to the end...

*I initially wrote "is done" in place of "has reached it's stunning conclusion," and whenever I do that (replace a simple word with a more hyperbolic statement) I imagine Winona Rider in Beetlejuice, writing her suicide note. "I am alone [scrtach scrtach] I am utterly alone. By the time you read this, I will be gone, having jumped [scratch scratch] having plummeted..." Just thought I'd share that. Incidentally, I learned the meaning of "utterly" from that scene.

**Interred with their Bones, which I'd otherwise classify as "pretty-not-bad," provides a particularly irritating example, in which the heroine totally forgets about Cardenio and then, when the plot requires it, it all "Oh, right! Shakespeare wrote some lost plays!"

Hey, What Happened to Julius Caesar?

Oh, I moved it over to girlishwhimsy.com.



Update: It's done!

Sunday Poem

The Longest Poem in the World

Of course I fall asleep and a girl asks to hang

All I had to do was tweet and the door bell rang.

got a bloody cold and im living in an ice box!

so happy both my teams won this weekend! Tide and cocks!

Going to the fair for some rides, food, animals, and cute guys I hope...

Listening to a bunch of Who the Hell is Jane? ish and it is DOPE!

I spent hours cleaning my room and only half of it is clean now. Sigh. ):

What came into existence was Life, and the Life was Light to live by.

The sun goes down, and so does she.

And I'd love for you to join me.

things got a little bit crazy and somehow i lost my pants

seriously need to start applying for scholarships and grants .

Can't believe we've seen Serena, Nadal and Venus play today.

boy we've had a real good time, and I wish you the best on your way. ?

FOLLOW ME, AND TWEET ME!! :D

so watch, and you shall see!

And no, i don't, I don't care what you say ♪

Callum and I were very brave today :o)

Brain food = coffee and cake.

And it's all, all so fake~