Surreality

....what seems like a worthy and thoroughly entertainingly promoted cause.
XKCD-style - hee hee hee

Like larksdream, I tossed a few dollars his way for the huge grin it left on my face.

...one goes to visit nameless_abyss on a Tuesday evening.

(1) Dark chocolate raspberry brownie sharing.
(2) Superior dance viewing, courtesy of a taped session of So You Think You Can Dance.
(3) Massive amounts of catlings! (I brought mine to visit hers.)
(4) Unintentional poo flinging, a la monkeys. (Short version: My Elusa bunny panicked in the car and made a bit of a mess. Thank goodness for the swift usage of paper towels, squirty cleany stuff, and Febreeze.)
(5) Official christenings in the "Mc" tradition. (Previous incarnations have included "Chesty McBoob", "Slutty McPoppins", and "Dancey McTactless". The names have since been upgraded.)
(6) Truly exceptional hot cocoa.

Hurrah!

...for the Trader Joe's checkout guy decided that, in order to make my day truly stellar, I needed my very own purple balloon. I think he was right. Hee.

...since the last fifteen minutes have consisted of songs that have completely mirrored my current musings.

jalenstrix: :: muse over $topic1 ::

Pandora: Why, here's a song whose lyrics talk about $topic1!

jalenstrix: Ah, isn't that nice....dum de dum de dum... :: muse over $topic2 ::

Pandora: Wait, wait - I've got one right here for that!

jalenstrix: :: slight boggle :: That's nice, then...doot de doot de doot... :: muse over $topic3 ::

Pandora: Hee - look what I've got! [insert music for $topic3 here]

jalenstrix : :: more serious boggle ::

(repeat for 15 minutes)

...for randomly meeting people in my building with shiny, shiny blue hair and Latin-speaking abilities. [grin] Heya, fessapuella.

...not to sing regyt's and my parody of Fiddler on the Roof when my choir does most of the Fiddler music for the cabaret show this year. Somehow, I don't think the audience will be quite so appreciative as we were of our creative genius.

So, with the curiousity and temptation of swiftfoxe, I've acquired a new cell phone (same number, just new phone). We got a very nice deal on it, in fact. The catch? The user's manual appears to be in Spanish.

This actually makes me ridiculously happy. I can practice my Spanish comprehension in a situation where I have incentive to be accurate. (This is the same reason I really want to get the Harry Potter books in Latin and German.)

...from fiveinchpixie. Hee. I have to admit, I'm ridiculously surprised about the "clean" part. And the lack of the vulgar! (I mean, this for the chique that giggles at every poop joke that crosses her path? It's my mother's doing, I swear it. You should hear our dinner conversations. But maybe poop is not technically vulgar?)

the Ham (43% dark, 56% spontaneous, 27% vulgar)

your humor style: CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | LIGHT Your style's mostly goofy, innocent and feel-good. Perfect for parties and for the dads who chaperone them. You can actually get away with corny jokes, and I bet your sense of humor is a guilty pleasure for your friends. People of your type are often the most approachable and popular people in their circle. Your simple & silly good-naturedness is immediately recognizable, and it sets you apart in this sarcastic world. PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Will Ferrell - Will Smith

( pretty image thing )

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 21% on dark You scored higher than 76% on spontaneous You scored higher than 33% on vulgar

Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on OkCupid Free Online Dating

....( how I am amused by thee )

...especially the part about the silly.

( A silly quiz thing for ballroom types )

...consisting mostly of kids who dance better than you can be well and good, provided you're not waiting three hours between when you're supposed to dance. On the other hand, such things are very good practice for larger competitions where there are, say, more than 2 couples dancing in your category. But hey, first out of two is better than second out of two. [wry grin] Though we got fifth out of 5 couples in our Bronze latin....since we forgot what we were doing and started mixing dance styles every which way. Oops. Heh.

But, on the plus side, I discovered a fabulous place to get ballroom dance shoes extremely cheaply and quickly - ballroomdancingshoe.com. My latin shoes were falling apart, and I thought, "Well, poop. I can wear my old skanky ones which make me fall, but at least they're not broken...but I wonder if there's any place online that sells dance shoes that would get here in time..." And a google search later, that website appeared. The shoes arrived 3 days after ordering, no shipping cost, and they fit beautifully. Hurrah!

So I've had this little wire on the back of my front lower teeth ever since I got my braces off the second time (yes, my teeth were so hideous, I needed two go-rounds with the braces). So that's about nine years to get used to having a little wire against my tongue forever and always.

And then I took a bite of gummy Japanese sweet substance, and pop! went the wire. I was vaguely baffled by this, since only one end was detached which left me a snaggle-edged wire in my mouth. So up to the bathroom I went to poke and prod it. After a few twistings, the bracket on the other side popped completely off.

So now, I am a one-bracket no-wire wonder. This, in itself, is not terribly remarkable.

But the sensation of feeling my lower back teeth against my tongue!

Smooth, unmarred by metal....so, so smooth. I am ridiculously distracted by this sensation. Even as I type, my tongue runs luxuriously unhindered against the gum line, resting against the enamel, unpoked by metal wire.

Hee!

...I completely take it back about not finding Jewish guys hot. All they have to be is sexy linguistic brains, and I go droooooool. The particular one sparking this post is interviewing for a faculty position in our department.

He thinks my modeling stuff is ground-breaking acquisition work, and speaks intelligently on a ridiculously wide variety of topics.

Such academic lust have I.

That is all.

....because it was lovely, and seemingly close enough to truth.

How to make a jalenstrix

Ingredients: 3 parts intelligence 1 part ambition 3 parts ego

Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add a little emotion if desired!

....which is really about the image itself. During a delightful breakfast this morning with thewronghands about the craziness of her family, this image was brought forth. It is what happens when thewronghands's mother decides that thewronghands is no longer the good child due to the dredging up ancient wrongs that have very little to do with sense. This is accomplished by thewronghands's mother brandishing (in mythpoetical world) the decayed octopus what croaks out in sepuchral tones things like "You didn't pick up my grandmother 15 years ago when I didn't tell you and you were 3000 miles away anyway..."

Yes. Like that.

....from treyvadi. The description is rather nice, I think.

you are aqua #00FFFF

Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well. Your saturation level is very high - you are all about getting things done. The world may think you work too hard but you have a lot to show for it, and it keeps you going. You shouldn't be afraid to lead people, because if you're doing it, it'll be done right. Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

...and for those you who don't read regyt on a semi-regular basis (tsk, you!), I urge you to pop over to this post and be amused. I giggled. Out loud. In my office. Where there were other linguists sitting about doing actual work and such.

...from thewronghands. But the description is just so delightful.

( Herb-age )

...when you remember that something was sundered, and it was mostly your fault but not quite, and the repercussions last and last and last. And you are reminded.

And you take a moment to sigh for what's lost. It tastes like pomegranates, or almost, anyway.

And then you proceed to write something terribly angsty and vague in a public forum because you feel that this is an emotion that ought to be shared somehow, and understood. Certainly empathized with. And you continue to write in the second person, fully aware that this is terribly angsty of you.

And then you giggle at your silliness, and sigh, and smile. Because somehow laughing at your own angst makes it just enough better that you can put it away in your Attic again.