Geez, what have I been missing all these years by not dressing up for Halloween? I think my favorite costume that I saw at Smoke's was the girl dressed as a wad of gum stuck under a shoe. She had a sneaker on top of her head, and I thought that was just fantastic.
On another note, yesterday, I broke my already-dysfunctional laptop. I get sad every time I think of all the music I've downloaded since freshman year, all vanished. That is hours- no days of downloading and organizing, all down the proverbial tube. Le sigh.
Monday, October 31, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Define Fine
Pere Rienne: I'm fine!
Agent Grace: No you're not, you're ears are bleeding!
~ Alias, The Next Generation
Hee hee! I've been laughing intermittently at this line for a few hours now.
Agent Grace: No you're not, you're ears are bleeding!
~ Alias, The Next Generation
Hee hee! I've been laughing intermittently at this line for a few hours now.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Boo!
Introducing pets into the Chung household is like sending those poor creatures to their deaths.
Death count:
2 tropical fish
1 baby frog
1 goat (the other one, I'm sure, ended up on someone's dinner plate).
As far as I'm concerned, the only pets that should be allowed in our family are
(a) a pet rock,
(b) a sponge, or
(c) cactus,
although, with (b), I'm not so sure. Anyway, it's Halloween, and we have a tradition here at Harnwell College House (aka: the Ochre highrise), where the RA's/GA's beautify the Harnwell lobby with the works: cobwebs, furry spiders, paper ghosts and bats, scarecrows, and of course, the requisite GIANT BLACK CAT that just...sits there waiting to be stolen, but too big for the job; and one-by-one, things start to disappear, ending up in various residents' dorm rooms. By Halloween, I can almost guarantee, the lobby will be like a skeleton of its former, festive self- a few cobwebs here, a candy wrapper there.
Anyway, meet our new pet, Boo! Boo is a white paper-ghost, with an accordian-style body, orange eyes and a winning smile. The best, most fantastic thing about Boo is, no matter how many times you drop him from the internet cord, or how many times you forget to feed him- no problem- he's already dead! How genius is that? A ghost is the perfect pet for the Chung family.
Death count:
2 tropical fish
1 baby frog
1 goat (the other one, I'm sure, ended up on someone's dinner plate).
As far as I'm concerned, the only pets that should be allowed in our family are
(a) a pet rock,
(b) a sponge, or
(c) cactus,
although, with (b), I'm not so sure. Anyway, it's Halloween, and we have a tradition here at Harnwell College House (aka: the Ochre highrise), where the RA's/GA's beautify the Harnwell lobby with the works: cobwebs, furry spiders, paper ghosts and bats, scarecrows, and of course, the requisite GIANT BLACK CAT that just...sits there waiting to be stolen, but too big for the job; and one-by-one, things start to disappear, ending up in various residents' dorm rooms. By Halloween, I can almost guarantee, the lobby will be like a skeleton of its former, festive self- a few cobwebs here, a candy wrapper there.
Anyway, meet our new pet, Boo! Boo is a white paper-ghost, with an accordian-style body, orange eyes and a winning smile. The best, most fantastic thing about Boo is, no matter how many times you drop him from the internet cord, or how many times you forget to feed him- no problem- he's already dead! How genius is that? A ghost is the perfect pet for the Chung family.
Friday, October 21, 2005
Checklist
Black turtleneck: check
Black pants: check
Fake mole: check
Fake blood as remnants of impromptu meanie-mo dental surgery: note to self: make a run to CVS sometime this week
Bright Red Wig: CHECK!
Who's excited for Halloween?!!!!!!!!!!!
Black pants: check
Fake mole: check
Fake blood as remnants of impromptu meanie-mo dental surgery: note to self: make a run to CVS sometime this week
Bright Red Wig: CHECK!
Who's excited for Halloween?!!!!!!!!!!!
Monday, October 17, 2005
It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World
It's Spanish period, and Agent Halogen sits at her desk crocheting a tunic.
Teach: Jin, why aren't you doing your work?
Agent Halogen: I'm done.
Teach: You are not a steak. You are finished.
I must have, like, the worst sense of humor because when I heard this story, I laughed so ridiculously hard. I mean, it's funny, right? Sometimes, I can't tell if it's me, or the rest of the world who lacks a proper sense of humor.
Teach: Jin, why aren't you doing your work?
Agent Halogen: I'm done.
Teach: You are not a steak. You are finished.
I must have, like, the worst sense of humor because when I heard this story, I laughed so ridiculously hard. I mean, it's funny, right? Sometimes, I can't tell if it's me, or the rest of the world who lacks a proper sense of humor.
Distractions
(Based on a true story) It is a lazy spring afternoon and the Kids of math 371 are sitting in a classroom on the 4th floor of the DRL (yes, THE), listening rather inattentively to the lecture on...something to do with algebra.
Prof: Blah Blah Blither Blather Hip Hop...to infinity.
Voice: ...and beyond!
The Kids are shaken out of their stupor by this alien outburst.
Brooke: Hey, everyone, it's Buzz Lightyear!
Ravi: Buzz Lightyear, of Star Command? You're joking!
A little man dressed up in a green and purple space suit jumps on top of Ravi's desk with surprising agility, considering the size of his torso, which is hugely disproportionate to his skinny legs.
Voice: No, Ravi, she is not joking. I'm Buzz Lightyear, here to rescue you from the malevolent rays of Uniform Factorization Domains. Nice to meet you.
Prof: Ugh, it's that pesky Buzz Lightyear, come to destroy the peaceful monotony that reigns over my algebraic kingdom-ain. Now where'd I put that...
The Prof rummages through her desk, opening and shutting drawers and muttering to herself. After a minute, she pulls out what looks like a stick with a rubber hand forming a finger attached to one end. Carefully, she aims for her target, who appears to be totally oblivious to his enemy's activities, and flings the finger at her distractor.
Buzz: ...yeah, and did you know, it's Tim Allen who does my voice in the movie?
Delia: Tim "the Toolman" Taylor? No way!
Buzz: Oh yes, and- Eek!
The finger hits Buzz squarely between the eyes, and the space ranger screams spectacularly as he goes tumbling backward off Ravi's desk and into the trash can with a clang. The Kids gather around the trash can in shock.
Brooke: Wow, Professor, you just killed Buzz Lightyear!
Ravi: Our universe is doomed.
The End.
I can't be the only one who gets the urge to shout "...and beyond!" every time I hear "to infinity" in math class.
Today, I was so tired that during the thirty minute bus ride to King of Prussia mall, I kept on nodding off and nearly hitting the poor lady sitting next to me. Sorry, lady.
For the record, Agents Merlyn & Firefly rock my socks off! Such intel has been declassified.
Over & out.
Prof: Blah Blah Blither Blather Hip Hop...to infinity.
Voice: ...and beyond!
The Kids are shaken out of their stupor by this alien outburst.
Brooke: Hey, everyone, it's Buzz Lightyear!
Ravi: Buzz Lightyear, of Star Command? You're joking!
A little man dressed up in a green and purple space suit jumps on top of Ravi's desk with surprising agility, considering the size of his torso, which is hugely disproportionate to his skinny legs.
Voice: No, Ravi, she is not joking. I'm Buzz Lightyear, here to rescue you from the malevolent rays of Uniform Factorization Domains. Nice to meet you.
Prof: Ugh, it's that pesky Buzz Lightyear, come to destroy the peaceful monotony that reigns over my algebraic kingdom-ain. Now where'd I put that...
The Prof rummages through her desk, opening and shutting drawers and muttering to herself. After a minute, she pulls out what looks like a stick with a rubber hand forming a finger attached to one end. Carefully, she aims for her target, who appears to be totally oblivious to his enemy's activities, and flings the finger at her distractor.
Buzz: ...yeah, and did you know, it's Tim Allen who does my voice in the movie?
Delia: Tim "the Toolman" Taylor? No way!
Buzz: Oh yes, and- Eek!
The finger hits Buzz squarely between the eyes, and the space ranger screams spectacularly as he goes tumbling backward off Ravi's desk and into the trash can with a clang. The Kids gather around the trash can in shock.
Brooke: Wow, Professor, you just killed Buzz Lightyear!
Ravi: Our universe is doomed.
The End.
I can't be the only one who gets the urge to shout "...and beyond!" every time I hear "to infinity" in math class.
Today, I was so tired that during the thirty minute bus ride to King of Prussia mall, I kept on nodding off and nearly hitting the poor lady sitting next to me. Sorry, lady.
For the record, Agents Merlyn & Firefly rock my socks off! Such intel has been declassified.
Over & out.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Recycle- It's Good for the Earth
...and for writer's block.
"I haven't lost at checkers since the beginning of time...which, incidently, began on a Tuesday. Not many people know that." ~ Death (the Animaniacs)
The Adventures of Time: Part 1
Once upon a time, there lived a homeless dog called Time. Well, since he had a name, he could not have been homeless all his life because someone had to name him. And so Time decided to search for his long-lost owner. Although, Time was the one who was really lost.
Time trotted around the streets of the city, his long brown fur jostling around with each bounce. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter went his padded paws. Sniff-snaff went his nose. Suddenly, Time screeched to a halt and landed in front of a strange square object. Sniff-snaff-sniff-snaff-sniff! His nose started working overtime as he tried to identify this mysterious object that just sat dejectedly on the sidewalk. Time poked and barked at it but the square thing did not budge, not once. Was it dead? Time wondered? Well, one of Time's timeless rules was that one should never let things go to waste. Even dead things.
Now, when one thinks carefully about this rule, it must seem strange indeed. Our mothers are always telling us to eat up everything on the plate; Don't let the food go to waste. But once the food is chewed, swallowed and forced through the bowels, what does it become but waste in its most fundamental form as a piece of ddong?
But this questionable aspect of Time's golden rule did not hinder him from obeying it unconditionally, for Time was a loyal dog. And so Time gobbled up the square object, smacked his lips and trotted on happily.
And that is what happened to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that young Francis threw out the window.
References: Everybody Poops by Taro Gomi and Amanda Mayer Stinchecum
"I haven't lost at checkers since the beginning of time...which, incidently, began on a Tuesday. Not many people know that." ~ Death (the Animaniacs)
The Adventures of Time: Part 1
Once upon a time, there lived a homeless dog called Time. Well, since he had a name, he could not have been homeless all his life because someone had to name him. And so Time decided to search for his long-lost owner. Although, Time was the one who was really lost.
Time trotted around the streets of the city, his long brown fur jostling around with each bounce. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter went his padded paws. Sniff-snaff went his nose. Suddenly, Time screeched to a halt and landed in front of a strange square object. Sniff-snaff-sniff-snaff-sniff! His nose started working overtime as he tried to identify this mysterious object that just sat dejectedly on the sidewalk. Time poked and barked at it but the square thing did not budge, not once. Was it dead? Time wondered? Well, one of Time's timeless rules was that one should never let things go to waste. Even dead things.
Now, when one thinks carefully about this rule, it must seem strange indeed. Our mothers are always telling us to eat up everything on the plate; Don't let the food go to waste. But once the food is chewed, swallowed and forced through the bowels, what does it become but waste in its most fundamental form as a piece of ddong?
But this questionable aspect of Time's golden rule did not hinder him from obeying it unconditionally, for Time was a loyal dog. And so Time gobbled up the square object, smacked his lips and trotted on happily.
And that is what happened to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that young Francis threw out the window.
References: Everybody Poops by Taro Gomi and Amanda Mayer Stinchecum
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