He did a screen shot of the flash program and then did the proper editing so that the two reasonably best grad photos are available to show to you. As I said, the photos prove that I don’t have a neck.
And for ABBA fans out there (a video totally scammed from Sage…French and Saunders doing an homage follows:
I had a nap and got up to Boy watching Family Guy on the television in the living room. Rather than kick him off, I decided to leave him watch here until it’s over. It’s one of the lines from Family Guy, “Look honey, they’re going to lynch some boob.” I can’t say I see the humour, especially of the football shaped head infant who appears to be trying to take over the world.
Today was ok. I got up at 7 am. I made some coffee and then Bran and I went to school. I opened the Pride Centre. Lo and behold, there was a sink full of dishes. I had a little bit of a melt down about it. I did the dishes and then tore stuff off the white board and wrote up the following words (in all caps), “THE VOLUNTEERS ARE NOT YOUR PARENTS!!! WASH YOUR OWN DISHES!” Clara was glad it appeared up. I mean, it’s nuts! The sink was loaded with 2 days of filthy dishes.
After that I restrung my bracelet. The wires were moving because the crimp beads weren’t working the way they should. Then I managed to get Clara to decide at least generally, which beads she wanted me to use in the bracelet I was making for her. Hopefully she likes it.
For lunch I had the Vietnamese roll noodle bowl. It was delicious. I managed to use at least half of the sauce and not burn the heck out of my mouth. I’m still somewhat full full from it. I might have a sandwich later.
I’m fitting into my overalls again. That means that I’ve lost a little bit of body fat.
The university grad pictures are in. Sadly, Steven, they’re in a flash slideshow so I can’t download any of them to show here. They all make it look like my head is directly attached to my shoulders and that there is no neck between the two. I guess that’s because it’s true. Anyway, Bran and I have decided on two photos, one with me smiling naturally, the other doesn’t have my double chin so prominent (it’s up in my chipmunk cheeks). They’re the best of the lot. There are two or three that have me looking a whole lot like William Shatner with curly hair.
It’s getting to be spring here. The weather has warmed up more regularly. We’re still expecting winter temperatures, but the higher temperatures will be more de rigeur. It’s also reflected through the times that the sun is rising in the morning. Instead of dawn being near 9 am, it’s just before 8 am. It won’t be long until the sun is rising at 4 am and setting near 10 pm. You know, I wouldn’t mind the cold temperatures if I could have longer days.
It’s funny, this morning while Bran and I waited for the bus, I was waxing poetic (but not aloud) about how the sun was lovely to see even if I couldn’t feel the warmth from it yet. When we were on our way home I was feeling less poetic. It was the same thing yesterday, except yesterday was really messy with muddy water. Today at least the roads weren’t as wet…well, the major roads. The side roads still have snow on them, or are rutted and streaming little rivers of muddy water.
That’s about it. I can’t think of anything else to write about. I guess that means I’m done.
Tonight is the first Thursday night in several years that I’ve not been watching murder and mayhem on A&E. Earlier in the week we decided, more or less as a family, to reduce our costs by reducing the number of packages we had through cable and getting rid of a few things on the phone that we don’t like or don’t use. Boy and I each kept a package on the television and mine includes Book TV, the channel that broadcasts Midsomer Murders on Monday nights. If they ever change that I’ll be changing to the pack that has A&E in it tout suite. This means that I’ve not been watching television much at all. In fact, since Monday night, the only show that I’ve watched was Scooby Doo on Teletune Retro this evening (that channel is on a free preview month and will be gone in a few weeks).
I’m trying to figure out if I miss the television much and it’s mixed. I think in some ways watching it, especially in the early evening, had become habit. Well, except for Thursday nights. I can’t say that I’ve missed it much though and the evenings are certainly much quieter with it off.
Today was an ok day. I was up and out to school to give a survey with a classmate to a 100 level Sociology class. The survey is for my Research class. We got 80 surveys back. Later, I might take a look to see if people answered all the questions and mark the ones where they either marked two and weren’t supposed to or didn’t answer which would mean that we’d be dealing with missing data. Our next survey thing is on Tuesday afternoon at 1 in another 100 level Sociology class.
My tooth is hurting more than usual today. I really should take some ibuprofen and take care of that.
The bracelet I made (and have pictures of on Flicker) is coming apart a bit so I’ll have to restring it. Bracelets tend to get a lot of stress on me because of putting on and taking off my backpack. The darned things always seem to catch on it and that stretches the string/wire and ends up wrecking it. The only one it hasn’t wrecked is my “read” multicoloured bracelet, but it’s made of stretchy stuff and is quite sturdy.
Tomorrow I go in to the Pride Centre and volunteer for a couple of hours. I’m going to be getting me some lunch from Louis, the restaurant/bar that is downstairs from the Centre. I want to get a noodle bowl. I think I’ll be mixing up some Vietnamese vinegarette here and then taking that in to mix with theirs. Why? Because the noodle vinegarette, though quite tasty, is laden with chilis and that makes it very hot. I don’t like very hot because that usually means that I can’t finish it and I end up giving it to Bran. This means that he benefits but I end up dissatisfied. If I bring my own vinegarette and add just a bit of their chili stuff to it I’ll be so much happier. Then again, I should check and see what STM is offering for lunch…I’ll just go check now…blah…carbonara is the pasta special and the entree special is pepperoni calzone and caesar salad. I’ll get the noodle bowl.
That’s about it. Bran’s at his night class. I’m soaking a pot to cut apples into and make apple sauce before they turn into booze in a basket.
It’s been a very long day. I got up at 9:15. That’s 15 minutes before my alarm clock was scheduled to go off. As usual when I wake up before the alarm, I felt in fine fettle. However, an hour and a half later I was exhausted having done the grand total of reading comics. Yeah, I’m sure you can understand how taxing that can be.
I headed off to school early so that I wouldn’t be tempted to lay back down and miss class. After all, I’d stayed up late doing the work for the darned thing. But Oh! How I wanted to crawl back into bed with Bran and snooze the day away.
Class went on by and I got home about 5:30. Bran had already started supper so I didn’t have to cook. As my contribution to the meal I made a lettuce, spinach and green pepper salad with a store bought Mediterranean dressing. It was ok. I mean, it’s not like I made the dressing from scratch.
Now I’m going to try and get some food residue from behind the tooth that needs a root canal and has a latent infection and hurts because food caught there bothers me a whole lot. Then I’m going to read about other people’s lives, play some crack/meth/herion and then go to bed.
Since I’ve been on the internet (I started in 1995) I have been gifted with the joy of coming to know many wonderful people. Some quite literally, helped me stay alive. Others gently prodded me at times when I needed a soft boot to the butt. Still more honoured me by sharing their lives with me through their blogs and exchanges of email. I am truly humbled by the gifts of self that I’ve been given. I think that everyone should give themselves a giant pat on the back for being such wondrous people.
I got my grad picture done today. I donned the robe, wore a shirt with a very tight collar and a small tie with the white streamer that signifies Bachelor of Arts, Sociology. There’s no getting away with it…I have no neck. Anyway, I’ll be getting the proofs via the internet later this week and from them I choose which one(s) I want copies of. Bran and I decided to have both the copies that we get done (8X10) mounted on wooden plaques. It saves getting them framed and is a nice sturdy way of having them saved.
When I got home, Bran went off with the little television to the university to make sure that Cameron got the darned thing. We were going to deliver it to him by car, but then we got rid of it.
After that I ate three hot dogs and then laid down for a two and 1/2 hour nap. I’m just up now. From here I’m going to give other people’s lives a quick peek and then get my work done for tomorrow’s class.
Thank you so much Sherry! However, the problem wasn’t the bandwidth (unless they’re the same things) but the actual storage space (between Bran and I we had a crap load of megs of photos). I’m not sure they’re the same things.
I’m so overwhelmed! You can get hold of me at dykewife at gmail dot com and we can make any arrangements. Wow!
If you want to do the live thing I’ve also got the gmail chat program (I’m dykewife) and AOL where I’m dykewife1. Wow!
I love the internet! I get to meet the most incredible people!
We’ve been working on trying to reduce our costs so we’ll be cutting down on the television packages that we have and get rid of the telephone stuff that we don’t use. For that we’ll be paying the same amount, but why have what is pointless?
We also exceeded our web site limits and so I decided to take down my photo album. If something is important I can just post it here for all of you to see.
School was ok.
Tomorrow I go and get my graduation photo taken. Hopefully Bran will be able to come with me. It also means that our web space is suspended until we get it back under whatever limit it is. That’s why there are no graphics for my links on the side right now. They’ll be back when they take the suspension off.
That’s about it today. It’s been a noneventful day. All I can say is that I’m tired and I have to do my reading for Wednesday’s class.
Last night Bran and I laid in bed and watched the photos of some young French guy’s photo blog. The slideshow was set to go backwards so a woman holding her new born baby boy was next big pregnant with him, a couple who got married in Thailand were then getting ready for the wedding and so on. Eventually we tired out. It was nice spending that snuggle time with him.
I’ve diligently ignoring homework. I have to reword a question for Methods tomorrow and then I’ll be done for the night. Of course, have to do a research outline, do my readings and write a discussion paper, but that’s for Wednesday.
Today I’ve done nearly nothing. I made breakfast for us (easy over eggs and toast) but that’s about it. Otherwise I spent the day playing Bejeweled 2. That’s the crack cocaine and methamphetamine of the game world for me. OY!
Anyway, I’m going to go and see how things are going on PhotoSig and then go back to my addiction.
Oh, Sherry, before I forget, I don’t mind at all that you looked at my source code. i appreciate you trying.
I got the little label to pop up on my buttons. Instead of “alt” I used “title” and it worked lickety split. Yes, I am patting my own back.
Yesterday I entered my dime photo go to my album and look at the Feb 22 album) at photoSig. I’ve got a couple of photos there (it’s a good way of getting hints and feedback about photos you take).Here’s a critique of it. Funny, but oh, so not helpful.
As the Head Director of Artistic Merit of the Welsh National Museum of Art, I must say this is by far one of the finest pictures I’ve had the pleasure of viewing all year! Knowing where to begin with this oeuvre is difficult. I think I’ll start with the intense symbolism of this picture. Viewing the time, the reader notes the glyphs that read “10 cents.” Interestingly enough, “cent” means “one hundred” in French, so 10 cents would yield one thousand, which is in fact the molar density of the marble countertop that the time is pictured upon! Brilliant! Next, there are many complex relationships occurring at once between the circumference of the dime itself, the jar in the background, and the sails of the boat depicted on the face of the dime. If you calculate the fourth derivative of the secant line that the starboard sail makes with the outer edge of the coin, the result is a slope of 1.676, which, when multiplied by that centrally thematic “10 cents,” the result is 1676, which is the exact year the jar in the background was manufactured. One can tell based upon its eerie blueish hue, a tinge attributed to the use of helium oxides in early Canadian jar construction. One can ascertain this using mass spectrometry and a burette. Moving on, one must consider the positioning of the glyphs constituting the word “CANADA” herein. If one were to draw a triangle, using each vertex as the initial glyph, the magnetic North Pole, and the mirroring glyph, with respect to the coin of course, and assuming a non-Euclidian triangle formation to boot, we find that the covered area is in fact the three Canadian territories of the Yukon, the Northwest, and Nunavut. When coupled with the imagery of the boat, alluding to Nova Scotia, as well as the jar, marble, and coin itself, alluding to the remaining provinces, this entire picture exudes notions of Canadian nationalism like no other. Thus, I am led to believe this picture is in fact banned in Myanmar. Finally, one must mention what the French dub the “mise en scene,” or the composition of the photo itself. This in and of itself is again quite symbolic, as one can see in the marble countertop’s pattern, which matches that of the rare Spotted Muskokan Rattlesnake. As it slowly disappears, tangent to the jar, we are reminded of a snake wrapping its powerful body around the jar, robbing it of its inanimate, soulless existence! However, the Canadian coin craftily cuts its conniving circumference around the snake’s deadly path! Ergo, this photo is highly symbolic of the great power that lies in each product of Canada’s mints. In all, this photo has stirred my soul like no other. Poor Welsh families in hamlets near me are saving their money so every son of theirs may take a picture as great as this. You have brought great hope to my country. The small, smoky Shires of Wales are astir with a renewed sense of vigor, fervor, and zeal for life. Oh, to believe the things one may do with a highly-compressed disc of a 65.409g mol substance that reaches a standard enthalpy of fusion at approximately 7.32 kilo Joules per mole! I sweat in my sleep thinking of its stellar thermal expansion at 30.2 micrometers per meter, its diamagnetic ordering, and its unrivaled Brinell hardness of 412 megaPascals! The other 7 isotopes are very jealous indeed…my hat’s off to you sir!
I seriously have to wonder what medications that poor person is lacking.