So, for a specific set of reasons, I decided last night that it would be pertinent to delete my temporary internet files. However! upon my embarking to do so, I located a bunch of folders, seemingly lost in time ... containing only files dating from late 1999 to early 2001. Up to about the time I upgraded to IE 6, I suppose.
Dude! Dude! Dude! There are so many cool things that I found! Such as whole web pages! Of board related things! From back in the day! I have old PMs! I have drafts of posts and replies and PMs that I was apparently once in the process of making! I have postlists! Beautiful, beautiful postlists, which are almost as exciting as posts! Profiles, spotlights, the old main page and episode guide from the Brain and also Will era! I have the black and red and blue and yet more black scheme! I have an old version of the help manual stating that Bruce is the only moderator! DUDE!
Do you want to know who was online on the 15th of March, 2000? I'LL BET YOU DO!
Curious as to who might have written a post entitled: "Do you even have a job anymore? (mild S4 spoilers)"? I'LL BET YOU ARE, WBGUY!
I found the post by Jamie, which I blame for making me a crappy PMer for the longest time. She said people were using PMs too much! So I used PMs as sparingly as possible! And then, like two years later, I had over a thousand PMs in my inbox! Heee!
Um. Ignore that last part. No, seriously though, all this stuff I found is pretty much completely useless. Very few posts, and random ones at that. But, dude. This makes me so happy. So, so happy. I am such a strange girl. I saved blank forms. BLANK FORMS!
I also found this: "what do all of you fans think of tara and willow do you want them to get ut together on screen or what personally i think keep those tongues in your mouths girlz . i would rather not know what goes on behind closed doors if you know what i mean yuk"
HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!! KELLY!!!!!
Dude, I have so many thoughts.
1.) Kelly is probably what, 18, 17? At least 16 now? And people are still making fun of her halfway across the planet! Hee! It makes you wonder though, where are earth are they making fun of you? [eyebrow]
2.) I like the feeling of finding old things. I can't explain it very well. It's not really nostalgia. Like, these files for instance. I very nearly deleted them all, without ever knowing they were there. And if I had, it would have been no loss to me. My quality of life would not have gone down, and honestly, I have no practical use for them. Yet I've been using lots of disk space to save them all for posterity, even, as I've mentioned, blank forms. "Send a PM to [user]" - dude, I could still see that form anytime I want, in theory. But I'm going to keep them for the same reason that I keep my nightgowns from when I was small, or any other type of crap. Because one day, I will randomly open a drawer, and there they will be. And I will spend a few minutes, or maybe hours, basking in that "I remember all these tiny things! At one time I fit into all these tiny things!" happy, giddy glow. Because I really like that feeling.
3.) In twenty-four hours, I will have Pants. Eeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
No, really, eeee.
Thursday
Holy Crap!
Elijah Wood is only 22 years old? That's unpossible!
Oh, in other news, Happy Secular Wintry Season Event!
Oh, in other news, Happy Secular Wintry Season Event!
Tuesday
Monday
It is still 2003?
Man. I could have sworn it was at least 5 years from now or something. Anyway, it should be 2004, because that will totally be my year.
In other news,
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In other news,
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Wednesday
Tuesday
And time will tell us all.
Wow.
That Google ad collector thingy really seems to like that one entry I made. It's like- "Finally! She said something I understand!"
I can't think of anything to write about. Which is strange, because I've been thinking of things to write about all day. And now that I'm sitting here ... pluh. I finished all my exams. Yay! No more school for me! Until ... there's more school. Um, at the very least: it was my last undergraduate fall semester. Aw. See? You can turn anything into a milestone.
So, in lieu of whatever I was going to talk about before, let me posit a question. Does anyone know/care that most of my titles are song lyrics? Do you know which songs they're from, and if you don't, do you ever try to figure it out? And if you were fool enough to do such a thing ... were you still confused?
And before you ask - yes, I do feel that you should devote some time, every day to trying to solve the mystery that is Amy. For, am I not the most important thing there is? Of course I am. Let's continue.
As far as I've been using song lyrics as subject lines, titles, sigs, what have you, I've always done something odd. ("No !!" gasps everyone.) What I'm "getting at" or whichever lyric I find most relevant at that moment is rarely ever the one I write down. I tend to pick just one line, and the "important" part - whatever part of the song I feel might speak to my experience - is often the line that comes after the one I've written down, or the one preceding it. Sometimes, it's the whole stanza that I want to emphasize, but I'll still pick only the one line that I feel represents that piece best.
Am I alone on this? I know the Pants (i.e. "Beth the licensed driver eee") tends to have songs lyrics as blog titles, but they all make sense in context with her entry. And she credits the title and artist! Pffffffft! Where's the mystery in that, I ask you?
So, anyway, if you've ever used a song lyric in such a fashion, what were you thinking about? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT??
It also works with question marks.
Goodnight all.
That Google ad collector thingy really seems to like that one entry I made. It's like- "Finally! She said something I understand!"
I can't think of anything to write about. Which is strange, because I've been thinking of things to write about all day. And now that I'm sitting here ... pluh. I finished all my exams. Yay! No more school for me! Until ... there's more school. Um, at the very least: it was my last undergraduate fall semester. Aw. See? You can turn anything into a milestone.
So, in lieu of whatever I was going to talk about before, let me posit a question. Does anyone know/care that most of my titles are song lyrics? Do you know which songs they're from, and if you don't, do you ever try to figure it out? And if you were fool enough to do such a thing ... were you still confused?
And before you ask - yes, I do feel that you should devote some time, every day to trying to solve the mystery that is Amy. For, am I not the most important thing there is? Of course I am. Let's continue.
As far as I've been using song lyrics as subject lines, titles, sigs, what have you, I've always done something odd. ("No !!" gasps everyone.) What I'm "getting at" or whichever lyric I find most relevant at that moment is rarely ever the one I write down. I tend to pick just one line, and the "important" part - whatever part of the song I feel might speak to my experience - is often the line that comes after the one I've written down, or the one preceding it. Sometimes, it's the whole stanza that I want to emphasize, but I'll still pick only the one line that I feel represents that piece best.
Am I alone on this? I know the Pants (i.e. "Beth the licensed driver eee") tends to have songs lyrics as blog titles, but they all make sense in context with her entry. And she credits the title and artist! Pffffffft! Where's the mystery in that, I ask you?
So, anyway, if you've ever used a song lyric in such a fashion, what were you thinking about? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING ABOUT??
It also works with question marks.
Goodnight all.
Monday
A post for mayhem. I guess !
Feet clapping like seals
I am topful of strangeness
What the fucking fuck?
Brought to you by the "Me, Trying To Sleep Last Night" Corporation.
I am topful of strangeness
What the fucking fuck?
Brought to you by the "Me, Trying To Sleep Last Night" Corporation.
Sunday
Malfunctioning Squishie Machine.
It has overflowed into all of my dominion.
Christ on a crumpet!! It's like neverending precipitation!! NEVERENDING PRECIPITATION!
(ah ahh ahh, ah ahh ahh, ah ah ahh...)
First there was more snow. Then there was several hours of rain. So now, there is Squishie all over the ground. And I had to go outside today!!
So much exclamation.
Christ on a crumpet!! It's like neverending precipitation!! NEVERENDING PRECIPITATION!
(ah ahh ahh, ah ahh ahh, ah ah ahh...)
First there was more snow. Then there was several hours of rain. So now, there is Squishie all over the ground. And I had to go outside today!!
So much exclamation.
Saturday
Feast, my pets!
So, today, instead of going to the Wendy's, I decided that I might save some five dollars and go instead to the dining hall, and get a salad. This was not a good idea. They seem to no longer carry radishes, with meant that my salad was lacking in the one bit of color that I like to put on it. Also, I think they now have a different ranch dressing. The one they had before was better.
Then, there's the people. PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!! Okay, not really. As I expected, there were far fewer people than there would be otherwise. But, still. It felt like every one of their number was staring at me. And walking in my way! I keep meaning to mention this, but lately I've felt like I'm some kind of people-magnet. And I don't mean that in a pleasant "I am attractive and intriguing and magnetic" sort of way. I mean, I literally feel like a magnet. It seems like people are constantly walking directly at me . It's pretty upsetting, really. I've measured this phenomenon, and sometimes, I look at where a person starts their walk, and where they ended up at a near collision with me, and dude. There is no way to accomplish such a thing without a massive and illogical shift in their trajectory. What the fuck!?
So, everyone was staring at me, and being drawn in by my magnetism, and my food was sub par, and I then remembered why exactly it was that I tend to take my meals in my chambers. So, I abandoned the excursion, but not before I had grabbed a sesame seed encrusted bagel. I do not like sesame seeds, so I spent a good part of the walk out picking them off and letting them fall onto the floor. Screw you, dining hall! When I managed to get out, and look at the bagel in the light of day, I saw that it was horribly stale. I also noticed some birds sitting about. I looked at them, and it seemed they looked at me, and then they flew off to higher ground.
I contemplated my stale bagel, and then began to break it apart into avian-manageable pieces, and throw it to the ground. That one bird came back. He looked at me. (It was a he - a boy sparrow.) We had an understanding. He picked up a piece and flew away again. I started hearing birds in the trees making noises. It was kind of exhilarating.
When I was finished, I walked off toward the student center. Behind me, I could hear all manner of bird swooping down to get bread. Wild, man. Wild. To think that the actions of human beings could have such a direct effect on the behavior of other species.
You see, P@ would be laughing now if I had bothered to write him an email. What's my problem? Oh yeah, the studying. It's taking far more time than I had anticipated. Stupid reading! Reading is for chumps! But trust me dude, that was funny.
You know, if that line between genius and insanity is so fine, how can you tell when you've crossed it?
Speaking of which, I still didn't get Wendy's. Instead, I purchased a submarine sandwich of turkey and lettuce. It seemed like the thing to do in the moment. It was okay, but now my sinuses are itchy. I don't think there's a correlation, but I hope the lack of spicy chicken hasn't had an adverse effect on my health. Note to self: if you get sick, I will fucking kill you!!
[insert Izzard-esque "Not really" ... "No, really" facial gestures]
Then, there's the people. PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!! Okay, not really. As I expected, there were far fewer people than there would be otherwise. But, still. It felt like every one of their number was staring at me. And walking in my way! I keep meaning to mention this, but lately I've felt like I'm some kind of people-magnet. And I don't mean that in a pleasant "I am attractive and intriguing and magnetic" sort of way. I mean, I literally feel like a magnet. It seems like people are constantly walking directly at me . It's pretty upsetting, really. I've measured this phenomenon, and sometimes, I look at where a person starts their walk, and where they ended up at a near collision with me, and dude. There is no way to accomplish such a thing without a massive and illogical shift in their trajectory. What the fuck!?
So, everyone was staring at me, and being drawn in by my magnetism, and my food was sub par, and I then remembered why exactly it was that I tend to take my meals in my chambers. So, I abandoned the excursion, but not before I had grabbed a sesame seed encrusted bagel. I do not like sesame seeds, so I spent a good part of the walk out picking them off and letting them fall onto the floor. Screw you, dining hall! When I managed to get out, and look at the bagel in the light of day, I saw that it was horribly stale. I also noticed some birds sitting about. I looked at them, and it seemed they looked at me, and then they flew off to higher ground.
I contemplated my stale bagel, and then began to break it apart into avian-manageable pieces, and throw it to the ground. That one bird came back. He looked at me. (It was a he - a boy sparrow.) We had an understanding. He picked up a piece and flew away again. I started hearing birds in the trees making noises. It was kind of exhilarating.
When I was finished, I walked off toward the student center. Behind me, I could hear all manner of bird swooping down to get bread. Wild, man. Wild. To think that the actions of human beings could have such a direct effect on the behavior of other species.
You see, P@ would be laughing now if I had bothered to write him an email. What's my problem? Oh yeah, the studying. It's taking far more time than I had anticipated. Stupid reading! Reading is for chumps! But trust me dude, that was funny.
You know, if that line between genius and insanity is so fine, how can you tell when you've crossed it?
Speaking of which, I still didn't get Wendy's. Instead, I purchased a submarine sandwich of turkey and lettuce. It seemed like the thing to do in the moment. It was okay, but now my sinuses are itchy. I don't think there's a correlation, but I hope the lack of spicy chicken hasn't had an adverse effect on my health. Note to self: if you get sick, I will fucking kill you!!
[insert Izzard-esque "Not really" ... "No, really" facial gestures]
Friday
I am not a book adaptation purist.
This is something that I have come to realize about myself recently. While some people get all up in arms about film versions of their favorite books ("What the fuck! His hair is supposed to be light brown, yet this actor's hair is clearly dark ash blonde!") I do not. Many of my favorite books have been made into films, and never has a movie been completely faithful to its source. However, I typically don't care, provided one thing: that it's good.
Perhaps it comes from reading mythology, of which there are a zillion different versions. But as long as the story is the same, and it's told well, then I don't care about how it's packaged. I can (in time - sometimes it takes work) learn to appreciate the book and the movie as separate entities, trying to tell the same stories. And sometimes I'll be in the mood to hear the tale told through cinema, and sometimes I'll want the written version.
In other news, I have just seen some stills from the new film, what is it, "The Return of the King"? And Minas Tirith looks Fucking. Sweet. I love you Denethor!
Screw trauma, I will need to be seeing that cinematic retelling.
Perhaps it comes from reading mythology, of which there are a zillion different versions. But as long as the story is the same, and it's told well, then I don't care about how it's packaged. I can (in time - sometimes it takes work) learn to appreciate the book and the movie as separate entities, trying to tell the same stories. And sometimes I'll be in the mood to hear the tale told through cinema, and sometimes I'll want the written version.
In other news, I have just seen some stills from the new film, what is it, "The Return of the King"? And Minas Tirith looks Fucking. Sweet. I love you Denethor!
Screw trauma, I will need to be seeing that cinematic retelling.
Thursday
And the world may be long for you, but it'll never belong to you.
I've decided that I'm going to start saying "farewell" instead of "goodbye". It's more secular. What would the shortened form of that be? "'Well"? That seems stupid. Or at least confusing, and probably not going to garner the response I want. I had my last class today. Aw.
I really appreciate Lauren keeping that countdown going. It's so useful to me!
The time from Sunday until now went just as quickly as I expected it to. It's very strange. I have a feeling that the following few days will seem very long, though.
In other news, I want to go back to sleep.
I really appreciate Lauren keeping that countdown going. It's so useful to me!
The time from Sunday until now went just as quickly as I expected it to. It's very strange. I have a feeling that the following few days will seem very long, though.
In other news, I want to go back to sleep.
Wednesday
Happy Birthday!!
Yaay me! It's not my birthday, but I find the title adequate. I am feeling rather exuberant at the moment. [/Beth] I have just completed my last day of my very hard class, turning in my paper, my exam, and giving a presentation on case marking. All today! Soon I will go to my last monkeys class of this semester.
But hey, who wants to talk about Harry Potter and/or the Agricultural Revolution?! ... or case marking?
Obviously, I had no time for proper entry making yesterday. But I did read some posts at that WD place! Dear Tiny Del: I agree! I loved your post. I also believe in Father Christmas (hee) in that same way. I've tried to explain this before when talking about how I "believe" in astrology. Logically, I know that it doesn't really work. But I still believe in it. But not in the sense that I put actual faith in it. It's just a nice thing to believe, and so I do. This isn't making much sense, but at least I know I am not alone in my understanding of truth and belief, etc. And now I know why you don't believe in physics! Don't worry. They'll all see when their bicycles stop working.
Man, if only there were a more efficient means of communicating my thoughts on posts!
Speaking of birthdays, I only just now mailed Tiny Annie her card. It will probably not get there in time, and she will be left to conclude that I hate her. ... Which I do.
And the other day, the P@ was all "Hey, let's email!" I replied and was all "BLeEArGH!!"
My Pants is in N'awlins.
I'll get to sleep this evening! And on into the morrow!
But hey, who wants to talk about Harry Potter and/or the Agricultural Revolution?! ... or case marking?
Obviously, I had no time for proper entry making yesterday. But I did read some posts at that WD place! Dear Tiny Del: I agree! I loved your post. I also believe in Father Christmas (hee) in that same way. I've tried to explain this before when talking about how I "believe" in astrology. Logically, I know that it doesn't really work. But I still believe in it. But not in the sense that I put actual faith in it. It's just a nice thing to believe, and so I do. This isn't making much sense, but at least I know I am not alone in my understanding of truth and belief, etc. And now I know why you don't believe in physics! Don't worry. They'll all see when their bicycles stop working.
Man, if only there were a more efficient means of communicating my thoughts on posts!
Speaking of birthdays, I only just now mailed Tiny Annie her card. It will probably not get there in time, and she will be left to conclude that I hate her. ... Which I do.
And the other day, the P@ was all "Hey, let's email!" I replied and was all "BLeEArGH!!"
My Pants is in N'awlins.
I'll get to sleep this evening! And on into the morrow!
Sunday
Saturday
Some reasons you should buy the album "Castaways And Cutouts"
1. Contains the sweetest song ever that also contains the phrase "fuck all".
2. Contains a song about one's mother being a dock whore.
3. Contains songs told from the point of view of: a normal, regular guy from California; the ghost of an infant; a French Legionnaire.
4. The guy who sings sounds like some other guy, but Stephanie likes him anyway.
5. Most of the songs contain disturbing imagery, but seem to be against Nazis.
6. I told you to.
7. Vocabulary used includes the following: wastrel, parapet, balustrade, kith, moribund, fecundity, bereft, castanets, indelibly, dram.
8. Decemberists freak the establishment.
2. Contains a song about one's mother being a dock whore.
3. Contains songs told from the point of view of: a normal, regular guy from California; the ghost of an infant; a French Legionnaire.
4. The guy who sings sounds like some other guy, but Stephanie likes him anyway.
5. Most of the songs contain disturbing imagery, but seem to be against Nazis.
6. I told you to.
7. Vocabulary used includes the following: wastrel, parapet, balustrade, kith, moribund, fecundity, bereft, castanets, indelibly, dram.
8. Decemberists freak the establishment.
Friday
Score!
Dude, my age is now a euphemism for winning. There is nothing cooler than that.
Anyway, I was debating whether or not I would try to make an entry every day this month, as per froquest. Hee! That word made no sense. And I decided that no, I would not. Because there will be at least several days this month during which I will not have access to a computer, and will not be concerned with finding one. Yay! Um. But then I realized that I'm making far more frequent entries, and that I suppose I should do some kind of half-assed "blog every day thing". Like you know how when Pat said he was going to answer every boq in August, but then he changed it to "Every boq in August, except that one, because I don't want to"? Well, I will totally do that. I will blog every day this month! Except for days on which I don't feel like it.
Yay! Speaking of the P@, I got to converse with him and his adorable family this day. The Steph has a remarkably nice voice - I remarked on it. I did not get to converse with his smallest, though. She was watching Winnie the Pooh. And I respect that.
In other news, I ate the last of my left over sweet-potatoes today. It was a solemn moment. And then I had to shovel snow from in front of my house. And then my mommy made hot cocoa, and we had hot cocoa. And then the snow laughed at me, and fell back on the walkways.
I promise that not every frequent entry will be this boring. Except for days on which I don't feel like it.
Anyway, I was debating whether or not I would try to make an entry every day this month, as per froquest. Hee! That word made no sense. And I decided that no, I would not. Because there will be at least several days this month during which I will not have access to a computer, and will not be concerned with finding one. Yay! Um. But then I realized that I'm making far more frequent entries, and that I suppose I should do some kind of half-assed "blog every day thing". Like you know how when Pat said he was going to answer every boq in August, but then he changed it to "Every boq in August, except that one, because I don't want to"? Well, I will totally do that. I will blog every day this month! Except for days on which I don't feel like it.
Yay! Speaking of the P@, I got to converse with him and his adorable family this day. The Steph has a remarkably nice voice - I remarked on it. I did not get to converse with his smallest, though. She was watching Winnie the Pooh. And I respect that.
In other news, I ate the last of my left over sweet-potatoes today. It was a solemn moment. And then I had to shovel snow from in front of my house. And then my mommy made hot cocoa, and we had hot cocoa. And then the snow laughed at me, and fell back on the walkways.
I promise that not every frequent entry will be this boring. Except for days on which I don't feel like it.
Thursday
"Goddamn no good teenagers" by Jupe - now with 99% less irony!
It is now past 9:39AM.
Happy Amymas everybody!
I will leave you with a small blurb, which does far more justice to the fabulousness that is me, than ever I could. Feel free to comment with your own thoughts about how much joy I bring to your lives.
Happy Amymas everybody!
I will leave you with a small blurb, which does far more justice to the fabulousness that is me, than ever I could. Feel free to comment with your own thoughts about how much joy I bring to your lives.
Twenty-three years ago today, the Led Zeppelin broke up. Humanity then entered a dark, dark age, known by most as "The Eighties".
But amidst all the perms and jumpsuits and shoulderpads, the synthesizers and cocaine, the universe did try to restore some balance. It took three years, but lo, and there was born a little girl child, and she was called Amy. And thus was some order restored unto the chaos.
Wednesday
Today is the day!
Actually, every day will eventually have its turn at being "the day". Think about that, it's kinda deep. Anyway, the day that today is is my last day of being a teenager. Yaaaaay!
It's about damn time. I'm very excited.
In other news, I haven't been sleeping very much lately. To wit, I've been not sleeping quite a lot. Unfortunately, when I lack for sleep, I tend to get badly bloodshot eyes. It's kind of gruesome. Right now, one of my eyes is terribly bloodshot. Just the one though. I look like the crymonkey. In fact! Wait, wait a minute, let me check ...
Oh dude, it's totally the same eye! That's exactly what my eyes look like.
Thankfully, I will have a chance to sleep in tomorrow. ... By which I mean today. So my eye will get all better.
Do you know what you'll be doing on 9:39AM on Thursday? I do. I'll um, actually probably be headed out the door to go to class, where I will give a presentation about language revitalization. Anyway, at that time, I will turn 20. I expect you all to rejoice, ever so slightly, during that one minute. Then you can go about the rest of your days. I think that, in preparing for this day, that I will wear pretty clothes and even put on makeup. You know, so that I look kind of like an adult.
Sleep now.
It's about damn time. I'm very excited.
In other news, I haven't been sleeping very much lately. To wit, I've been not sleeping quite a lot. Unfortunately, when I lack for sleep, I tend to get badly bloodshot eyes. It's kind of gruesome. Right now, one of my eyes is terribly bloodshot. Just the one though. I look like the crymonkey. In fact! Wait, wait a minute, let me check ...
Oh dude, it's totally the same eye! That's exactly what my eyes look like.
Thankfully, I will have a chance to sleep in tomorrow. ... By which I mean today. So my eye will get all better.
Do you know what you'll be doing on 9:39AM on Thursday? I do. I'll um, actually probably be headed out the door to go to class, where I will give a presentation about language revitalization. Anyway, at that time, I will turn 20. I expect you all to rejoice, ever so slightly, during that one minute. Then you can go about the rest of your days. I think that, in preparing for this day, that I will wear pretty clothes and even put on makeup. You know, so that I look kind of like an adult.
Sleep now.
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