Wednesday, July 23
"Why is it, would you say, that some people seem to get whatever they want in life? Everything they touch turns to gold. Whereas others can strive and strive... and have nothing. I wonder, do you believe in luck? Do you think some men are lucky and... some men just aren't and... nothing they can do about it?"
Naturally, she has something brilliant to say. After the second jar of jam. Having just canned two batches of jam I am disgusted. Thoroughly disgusted. First excessive jam consumption and then fatalism. What is next.
"I believe in love. Not just getting it. Giving it. I think as long as you can love somebody, whether or not they love you, then it's worth it."
I MUST BRING TOLKIEN IN HERE. You understand, I am sure. He would approve of this quotation, I think; he would probably say it was something like the early Christians in Anglo-Saxon England--to have done the noble thing was enough; a reward would detract from the nobility.
There's something to it, anyway. It was a good sentiment. And besides, he should not have eaten that much jam.
Monday, July 21
Contrary to the tone of my recent entries, I do not spend all my time on the internet . . . this morning my cat was disturbed from her morning nap (usually sprawled on my lap with her furry little tummy exposed to the sky) by a courier ringing the doorbell.
Now, my skill in Italian is much stronger in understanding than speaking, but this man could have been in films: I believe his cigarette may have been stapled to his lips and I believe he only exhales smoke. For some reason he found it necessary to breathe this foul smoke into my face as he mumbled to ask for a pen and some scissors . . . having conquered the dragon with pen and blade, I retrieved my treasure with eyes watering and lungs contracting and retreated to the kitchen table.
Thank heavens my cat is the sympathetic type and has already given her approval of the book by attempting to straighten her whiskers and sharpen her teeth on the corners. I suppose I shall have to get work done some time today. Just not in the next hour, though.
Saturday, July 19
Your result for How good of a Calvinball player are you?...
Your Grade= A++ Amazing Calvinball knowledge and strategy!
Amazing. You are part of the 2.1% of the population that landed in this category.* You are an expert at the game and its history, and you did incredibly well when it came to playing Calvinball strategically.
This suggests that you definitely have a natural talent in Calvinball. You have learned that the trick to doing well in Calvinball is not brute strength, but quick wit. If you wanted to, you could conceivably turn professional right now.
You are definitely already talented enough to beat Calvin. A match versus the quick-witted tiger would be closer. Still, your infinite knowledge of the game and your brilliant strategy would surely propel you to victory.
* This is a made up number.
83 % Nerd, 57% Geek, 61% Dork
For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in all three, earning you the title of: Outcast Genius.
Outcast geniuses usually are bright enough to understand what society wants of them, and they just don't care! They are highly intelligent and passionate about the things they know are *truly* important in the world. Typically, this does not include sports, cars or make-up, but it can on occassion (and if it does then they know more than all of their friends combined in that subject).
Outcast geniuses can be very lonely, due to their being outcast from most normal groups and too smart for the room among many other types of dorks and geeks, but they can also be the types to eventually rule the world, ala Bill Gates, the prototypical Outcast Genius.
Wednesday, July 16
Sunday, July 6
Lenten ys come with loue to toune,
Spring has arrived, with love,
|5|| Notes suete of nyhtegales, |
Vch foul song singeth.
The threstelcoc him threteth oo;
Away is huere wynter wo
When woderoue springeth.
| The sweet notes of nightingales, |
Every bird sings a song.
The thrush is constantly wrangling;
Their winter misery is gone
When the woodruff flowers.
|10|| This foules singeth ferly fele |
Ant wlyteth on huere [wynne] wele
That al the wode ryngeth.
| These birds sing in great numbers,|
And chirp about their wealth of joys,
So that all the wood rings.
Friday, July 4
Wednesday, July 2
KKBB was hilarious. Irreverent, violent, and sometimes gross, but an excellent comedy and worth every second. I hate to admit that Val Kilmer is funny, but he is, and I liked him in this flick. And Robert Downey Jr. is very much the character and excellent as usual.
My brain has been occupied by small lemmings that have persuaded me to read only cookbooks and things not my textbooks. My first facsimile arrived by post and I am so excited about it! It is lovely, really it is. I have already displayed the manuscript copy to just about everyone. In the world. Sort of. The lemmings are asleep, now, though, so I must get some school work done while the night is cool.