Heroes in a Half Shell! Turtle Power!

Today I posted this on the Mick LaSalle blog because I am one of those crazy people who posts things on newspaper websites now. I have become a modern day letter to the editor writer. One of those wackjobs. I've always admired those people for their intense relationship with their media. Anywho, this is what I commented:

"Speaking of The View... oh, wait, we weren't. Now we are. Speaking of The View, today Rosy et all weighed in on the Elizabeth Edwards Cancer Edwards Campaign issue and Joy expressed disbelief at the fact that many Americans believe in a literal interpretation of the bible. I enjoyed both of these conversations because they both speak to the fact that Liberals are still fairly of touch with a lot of America. I meet people all the time who are shocked to find out that there are many many people who believe Noah actually had that arc and managed to put all the animals into it. X2. Additionally, many people will not see Edwards as a standbyyourman kind of gal but rather as a woman who would choose to take part in a campaign instead of spending time with her children in what might be her last days. This may not play well in the heartland. Not that she has much of a choice. She is damned if she do and you know the rest."

I wanted to expound on this a little bit because when I said that I had met "many many people who are shocked" I started to think about to mostly my college days when I would meet people from southern california or the bay area and be somewhat glad and also somewhat snooty at what I thought was a mind set that was foreign to me. Especially when it came to the liberal minded kids, almost all of whom were at Humboldt anyway. On the one hand, I was so glad to meet such people as I had read about their existence and seen evidence of them on TV and knew of them within my own family but had met very few growing up in Yrethra. On the other hand, I became more and more proud of my hillbilly white trash exposure/existence so much so that I would look at this "NorCal" and "SoCal" people with quite a lot of disdain, often humming a few bars of my dad's song, "Hey Hey, They're Up From L.A."

Hey, Hey,
They're up from L.A.
To seal off our woods
And to ruin our day
Singing Hey, Hey,
They're a bunch of damn fakes
It's the garden of Eden and they are the snakes

Their children are rotten
They disobey rules
And they're sending them up
Just to fill up our schools
They've got strange diseases
And new kinds of bugs
And they're willing to share them
Right along with their drugs!
Singing Hey Hey
They're a bunch of damn fakes
It's the garden of Eden and they...are...the...sssssssssssnakes!

When I was a kid and listened to people's cheers in Yreka when they heard this song I always thought I was in on an ironic joke because my dad was really making fun of the people cheering in disgust and hatred for Southern California people who movie way way up to Northern California and Oregon.

When I got to college I became one of those small town people who hate the L.A. transplants trying to change the way things are done up north. So sorry, to my SoCal and "NorCal"(bay area) friends who I looked down upon whenever you would open your mouths. Sorry about that.

Anyway, why was I talking about this? Oh yeah, because some of these SoCal people are the ones I remember being surprised when I would telling them that most of the friends I had in high school and many many of my teachers took the stories in the bible quite literally. I always like to tell the story about my Senior AP English teacher who explained one day, when we were discussing issues of incest in works like Oedipus Rex versus Antigone, that there was a time when incest was not as taboo as it is now. "After all," she explained with the seasoned air of authority that only a high school teacher can pull off, "There must have been a lot of incest at some point since we all came from Adam and Eve." Aside from me and two other students in the class, Peter Bendix and Trish Kimbell (to their credit) not one other student, of the smartest kids our town had to offer, took any exception to this statement. It was a fact to probably 75% of the student body at my high school.

So I was just wondering, the people who read this, did you ever have a time in your life when this was a surprising notion? Or, like me, was the surprising notion that there were people in the world who didn't believe in this ridiculous notion of the earth actually being created in 7 literal days?

Oh and also, you can talk about the Elizabeth Edwards thing if you feel so inclined. I don't know. I've heard some people say she doesn't have very much time to live and others saying she had 5-10 years. If it was five to ten I would say, of course, campaign with Edwards. He is great. If he wins the primaries I will be happy with him as a candidate and will happily vote for him. If it is more like a year or something, I don't know. Her kids are very young. She won't regret it because she'll be dead but her kids might be a little bit bummed out that they didn't get to spend as much time with her as they could have especially since their dad, if he becomes president, will not be able to spend much time with them either. I'm going to see if that clip is up on youtube yet.

Spaces:A Poll

Dear Gentle Readers,

I have some troubling information to report. This might not be new to you all but It is the first I've ever heard of it. I read in the November 2006 issue of The Atlantic (the central perk of hospital job is the endless supply of magazines I would normally never pick up) that the standard of publishing whether in print or on the web is to have just one space after a sentence. "This wasn't always the case." Well, that made me feel better, since I've always put two spaces after my sentences, but then I read on. "You can find extra space between sentences in books from as late as the 1960s." Since the 1960s? Really? Why, if it has been the professional standard since the 1960s, was I taught to always put two spaces at the end of a sentence? Am I the only one? Granted, my typing class was taken my freshmen year of high school (which is now 14 years ago!) and was taught by a football coach but... How come I never knew this? I think it would be exceedingly difficult to try to break this habit. Maybe that's why I could never bring my WPM past 80 even though I think I type really really fast. Maybe those faster typers are just cheating by only putting one space after their sentences. This would slow me down at first, as I have been accustomed to the two spaces. But soon I would get used to it and like a flash I would be typing. Like a flash. It might put me up to 81 or 82 words a minute. Maybe. You never know. It makes me look back at this typing test I took at a temp agency a few years back. The lady said, make sure you only put one space at the end of your sentences, the test will be scored incorrectly if you don't. I was very upset by this. Why build a typing test that tests people all wrong? Turns out, I was the one in the wrong. On the other hand, think of all the papers I've written that were shorter than my peers simply because I added a space where they only had one. Ha Ha! Losers!

Well, I'm Off to the Robot Parts Factory.

Every day when my nephew is over and I leave for work I tell him, "Well, I'm off to the robot parts factory!" And sometimes he asks, "Why don't you ever bring me home a robot from your factory?" He used to ask that, at least. But not anymore because I always reply, "Because we only make the robot parts. Not the actual robots."

Sometimes I like to go read the McSweeney's "Lists" because sometimes they are funny. Every time I read them I feel a little disappointed because none are as good as this one about robots. So I go back and read the robot one every time. And I laugh. Every time. Here it is for you.

JokesMade by Robots,for Robots.
BY J. ALEX BOYD
- - - -
A rabbi, an Arab, a robot, and a Catholic priest walk into a bar. Only the robot exits.

A robot walks into a pharmacy. The pharmacist asks him if he'd like anything. The robot replies, "A soul."

How do you stop a robot from destroying you and the rest of civilization?You don't.
"Waiter! Waiter! What's this robot doing in my soup?""It looks like he's performing human tasks twice as well, because he knows no fear or pain."

Knock knock.Who's there?A robot.Oh, shit.

What's the difference between a regular robot and a killer robot?The gnawing jeers of men.

What's a robot's favorite cereal?Rob-os.(Note: Rob-os are made of the tears of human children.)

Little Susie tosses a clock out the window. A robot inquires, "Why did you do that?" She replies, "I wanted to see time fly!" The robot says, "Ah ... A perfect subject for elimination," and shoots her with a laser beam through the face.

Why did the robot order a milkshake?To blend in with the general human population, making it easier to infiltrate society and—in time—conquer it.

Why was six afraid of seven?Because seven was a robot.

Great Great Great Robot Jokes.

One time I took little Jack to my actual job at the hospital. I took him to use the bathroom which has this very handy dandy automatic air freshener thing on the wall. It sprayed air freshener while we were in the bathroom and he was very fascinated by this. Later, he was trying to explain it to his dad. He said that we should get one of those things that sprays smells. And I said, "What the hell are you talking about?" or something like that. And he said, "You know, like in the bathroom at the Robot Parts Factory." Ah, yes, of course.

The Pond

I don't know anyone in England, do I?

Not really guilty at all pleasures

I posted this comment on my (least)favorite movie critic's blog today in response to this query:

"Hey Mick and commenters, Here's my question: Do you have a guilty pleasure? A movie that may be cheesy, sentimental, or just plain bad, but you like in spite of yourself. A movie you're embarrassed to admit you like. (And I think this is different from a flawed movie, a movie that has good parts, but gets off track or has a dumb ended tacked on.)"

I thought I would share it with my gentle readers.

Top Ten Guilty Amanda Pants Pleasures.

10. The Notebook - not really a bad movie, but it surely does not warrant the dozen or so times I've watched it.

9. Popeye - Only a GUILTY pleasure because so many people hated it. It is the greatest!

8. Swing Kids - Nazis, swing dancing, Christian Bale swing dancing AND being a Nazi. Golden.

7.Freddy Got Fingered-Underappreciated!

6. Pump up the Volume - Ridiculous. My favorite movie when I was 13 or 14.

5.Primal Fear - A longer glorified version of a Law and Order episode but Edward Norton blows my socks off every time I see it. Plus Laura Linney makes me laugh.

4. Jackass: The Movie(and number 2)- Like America's Funniest Home Videos only funny.

3. Drop Dead Fred - I love breaky noises. Pheobe Cates has some truly funny moments. I miss her.

2. The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai-very quotable campy cult classic. Watch it with friends. Or alone.

1. Newsies!!!!!!! Christian Bale? Bill Pullman? Vinnie Delpino from Doogie Howser? How can you go wrong? Young boys, singing and dancing? Heaven!

Runners up:
Gummo
The Parent Trap (1961)
Several movies starring Brendan Fraser. Maybe all of his movies.

Additionally,
I hate finals. I hate finals! I hate the spanish language. I hate interoffice romances gone bad when I have to get a constant earful of self-pity. I hate the extreme juice place in the mall (not the one near fred meyers, just the one in the mall).
I love packing and organizing and reorganizing.
Today I went through pictures. A job that could have taken about an hour or two took 4 because it is so hard not to look at each photograph and remember all the good times. Remember all the good times? You know what else I did? You know how you have all those CD cases? Well, if you are like me, you have your CDs either all ripped or burned or whatever the kids say these days, onto your computer. Or you have all of them in those cases that hold all those CDs. I have three of those all filled up. So what do you all do with the plastic cases? Did you throw them all away years ago? Do you still have them and all your CDs in them? I had mine in a box. The box was so nice that I thought it was a shame to just have empty CD cases in it but when I started to think about throwing them out I realized that some of the best album art and pictures and stuff are on the backs of the CD cases. You know those little liners that are crammed underneath the plastic? So I spend, I'm not kidding, like an hour and a half tearing apart each of the plastic cases and pulling out the little liners and then throwing the plastic parts away. I have a few ideas as to what I'm going to do with the liners. Artistic ideas. Interesting Ideas. Some of them are really cool and way better than the actual covers. A common theme is showing the back of the artist. Like the cover has their face or faces and then the back shows the back of their head or something. Also common are candid shots. Some of them are just so great and I'm glad I didn't throw them all away.

When you're down and out, and you need a helping hand, and nothing.. no nothing blah blah blah blah

Jesus, I really hate James Taylor. Not the person. I actually think the going nuts and the becoming all googly-eyed and weird is interesting. I just really can't stand some of his songs, is all.

But speaking of songs, as of late I have been sort of down in the dumps, you might say. You don't say! Yes, down in the dumps. However, I have been listening to the soundtrack to the musical Assassins (which is grrrrreat, by the way. Sondheim, you know. Can't go wrong, tut tut). It is a musical about different people who either assassinated or attempted to assassinate presidents. One of the assassinators is the guy who killed Garfield. Charles J. Guiteau. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_J._Guiteau

The song lyrics are here for you:
[GUITEAU]I am going to the Lordy,I am so glad.I am going to the Lordy, I am so glad.I am going to the Lordy,Glory Hallelujah!Glory Hallelujah!I am going to the Lordy...
[BALLADEER]Come all ye Christians,And hear from sinner:Charlie Guiteau.Bound and determinedHe'd wind up a winner,Charlie had dreams That he wouldn't let go.Said, "Nothing to it,I want it, I'll do it,I'm Charles J. Guiteau."Charlie Guiteau Never said "Never"Or heard the word "No."Faced with disaster, His heart would beat faster,His smile would just grow,And he'd say:
[GUITEAU]Look on the bright side,Look on the bright side,Sit on the right side Of the lord.This is the land of Opportunity,He is your lightning,You his sword.Wait till you see tomorrow,Tomorrow you'll get you reward!You can be sad Or you can be President-Look on the bright side...I am going to the Lordy...
[BALLADEER]Charlie Guiteau Drew a crowd to his trial,Led them in prayer,Said, "I killed Garfield,I'll make no denial.I was just acting for someone up there.The Lord's my employer,And now He's my lawyer,So do what you dare."Charlie said, "Hell,If I am guilty,Then God is as well."But God was aquitted And Charlie committed Until he should hang.Still, he sang:
[GUITEAU]Look on the bright side,Not on the black side.Get off your backside,Shine those shoes!This is you golden Opportunity:You are the lightning And you're news!Wait till you see tomorrow,Tomorrow you won't be ignored!You could be pardoned,You could be President-Look on the bright side...I am going to the Lordy...
[BALLADEER]Charlie Guiteau Had a crowd at the scaffold-
[GUITEAU]I am so glad...
[BALLADEER]-Filled up the square,Som many people That tickets were raffled.Shine on his shoes Charlie mounted the stair,Said, "Never sorrow,Just wait till tomorrow,Today isn't fair.Don't despair..."
[GUITEAU]Look on the bright side,Look on the bright side,Sit on the right side...Of the...I am going to the Lordy, I am so glad!I am going to the Lordy,I am so glad!I have unified my party, I have saved my country.I shall be remembered!I am going to the Lordy...
[BALLADEER]Look on the bright side,Not on the sad side,Inside the bad side Something's good!This is you golden Opportunity:You've been a preacher-
[GUITEAU]Yes, I have!
[BALLADEER]You've been an author-
[GUITEAU]Yes, I have!
[BALLADEER]You've been a killer-
[GUITEAU]Yes, I have!
[BALLADEER]You could be an angel_
[GUITEAU]Yes, I could!
[BALLADEER]Just wait until tomorrow,Tomorrow they'll all climb aboard!What if you never Got to be President?You'll be remembered-Look on the bright side-Trust in tomorrow-
[BOTH]And the Lord!

Now, I know you probably won't read all that but this song is so great! And this guy who killed the president actually recited the part about "I am going to the lordy, I am so glad" over and over again while standing in front of the noose. I like this crazy optimism in the face of death. What a great assassin!

Fuck You, I'm Irish.

Happy St. Padraig's day. Here is a song I wrote for the occasion. I actually wrote it last year but what's the diff?

On St. Patrick's Day
There are thrilling Pilgrim stories
How the Indians
Helped that first St. Patrick's Day

How I love it so
Eating pumpkin pie and turkey
Let us all give thanks
On this bright St. Patrick's Day

Bright St. Patrick's, Bright St. Patrick's, Bright St. Patrick's Daaaaaay!
Bright St. Patrick's, Bright St. Patrick's, Bright St. Patrick's Daaaaaay!

I really got an actual apartment for reals. For reals reals. Did I write this yesterday? Oh yeah, I did. I'm pretty relieved. Especially since I have all sorts of new invigorating life plans that I might decide to write about here or I might not because it sort of stings to look back at things you wrote about that you wanted to do and that you never did for whatever reason whereas if you never commit such idle thoughts to paper, or whatever this is, then you can always deny them later. But I'm thinking I have some good ideas for my future since it probably won't involve any sort of moving away to another area or going to school somewhere else. I've gotten turned down so far at 3 out of the 4 schools I applied to for grad school. I never thought my chances were that great but it still sucks to have done all the work and paid all the money and jumped through all the hoops for nothing. Not for nothing, if I actually do the things that I've come up for my alternate plan. You see, if you have a goal that you might not reach, sometimes you come up with an alternate plan that is better. But if you have no goal in the first place then you don't think in terms of aternate plans, you see? So you just think, what am I going to do tomorrow? Or next week. Or what's on t.v. right now. Or whatever.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, losers!

Babies, Baby.

My newest nephew was born and he was also given a name! Asher Andrusha Adams. His nickname will most likely be Ash. (hole) Or (Dumb)Ash. I will be his favorite aunt and I will also be his least favorite aunt. I will be his only aunt.

I didn't get the tiki apartment which got me down. It got me way down. It got me all downs in the dumps like down syndrome. I was low down. I had the knife to my throat and was crafting my noose, which I think should be spelled Knoose, when suddenly, all of a sudden, I decided that life was worth living and that maybe I would still be able to find an apartment. I did. I can't move in until 4/1 but it is for sure my apartment for double sure. And it is sort of strange. It is in the basement of a "healing arts" clinic. Healing Arts are apparently things like chiropractics and stuff. So I will be hearing the moans and groans of healing above me during the day. It is a very small studio but it has a lot of light and windows, especially considering it is in the basement. I have access to a washer and dryer which are free and it is very conveniently located across the street from the college campus and just a few blocks from my grandmothers house and also just a few blocks north of one cool movie theater and a few blocks south of another movie theater. Remember when I lived in Arcata on 10th St. in the middle of everything? That's kind of how this is only even more awesome, if you can imagine it. If you can. For instance, this fourth of july, when I want to go watch the parade, I just walk out my door and down the street a little ways and then I watch the parade. Talk about your lucky ducks. it is also just about 1/2 mile from Safeway and about 15 other very convenient type of places for my convenience. I am a lucky happy girl and nothing can bring me down.

There were other things I was going to discuss. World Politics and Issues. I don't remember. I should really write these things down so that later I can write them down here.

Hammertime!

3/11 Births

[edit] Births
1544 - Torquato Tasso, Italian poet (d. 1595)
1725 - Henry Benedict Stuart, pretender to the throne of Great Britain (d. 1807)
1785 - John McLean, U.S. Supreme Court Justice (d. 1861)
1787 - Ivan Nabokov, Russian general (d. 1852)
1811 - Urbain Le Verrier, French mathematician (d. 1877)
1818 - Marius Petipa, French ballet dancer and choreographer (d. 1910)
1822 - Joseph Louis François Bertrand, French mathematician (d. 1900)
1863 - Andrew Stoddart, English cricketer (d. 1915)
1873 - David Horsley, English-born film executive (d. 1933)
1876 - Carl Ruggles, American composer (d. 1971)
1870 - Louis Bachelier, French mathematician (d. 1946)
1880 - Harry H. Laughlin, American eugenecist (d. 1943)
1885 - Malcolm Campbell, English race car driver (d. 1948)
1887 - Raoul Walsh, American film director (d. 1980)
1890 - Vannevar Bush, American engineer and politician (d. 1974)
1898 - Dorothy Gish, American actress (d. 1968)
1899 - Frederick IX of Denmark, Danish King (d. 1972)
1903 - Lawrence Welk, American musician (d. 1992)
1903 - Ronald Syme, New Zealand classicist and historian (d. 1989)
1910 - Robert Havemann, German chemist (d. 1982)
1915 - Hans Peter Keller, German writer (d. 1988)
1915 - Vijay Hazare, Indian cricketer (d. 2004)
1915 - JCR Licklider, computer scientist and internet pioneer (d.1990)
1916 - Harold Wilson, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom (d. 1995)
1920 - Nicolaas Bloembergen, Dutch physicist, Nobel laureate
1921 - Frank Harary, American mathematician (d. 2005)
1921 - Ástor Piazzolla, Argentine composer (d. 1992)
1922 - Cornelius Castoriadis, Greek philosopher and economist (d. 1997)
1922 - José Luis López Vázquez, Spanish actor
1926 - Reverend Ralph Abernathy, American civil rights leader (d. 1990)
1927 - Robert Mosbacher, United States Secretary of Commerce
1928 - Albert Salmi, American actor (d. 1990)
1929 - Timothy Carey, American actor (d. 1994)
1930 - Claude Jutra, Quebec film actor and director (d. 1986)
1931 - Rupert Murdoch, Australian-born entrepreneur
1934 - Sam Donaldson, American reporter
1935 - Sandra Milo, Italian actress
1936 - Antonin Scalia, American Supreme Court Justice
1939 - Flaco Jiménez, American musician
1945 - Harvey Mandel, American musician
1947 - Tristan Murail, French composer
1948 - César Gerónimo, Dominican baseball player
1948 - Dominique Sanda, French actress
1950 - Bobby McFerrin, American singer
1950 - Jerry Zucker, American director
1952 - Douglas Adams, English writer (d. 2001)
1954 - Gale Norton, United States Secretary of the Interior
1955 - Nina Hagen, German singer
1956 - Rob Paulsen, American voice actor
1957 - Lady Chablis, American entertainer
1958 - Anissa Jones, American actress (d. 1976)
1958 - Flemming Rose, Danish journalist
1959 - Nina Hartley, American pornographic actress
1960 - Christophe Gans, French film director
1961 - Elias Koteas, Canadian actor
1963 - Alex Kingston, English actress
1964 - Vinnie Paul, American musician (Pantera)
1964 - Shane Richie, British actor
1964 - Peter Berg, American film actor, director and producer
1965 - Lawrence Llewelyn-Bowen, British television presenter
1967 - John Barrowman, Scottish-American actor
1968 - Lisa Loeb, American singer
1969 - Terrence Howard, American actor
1969 - Soraya, Colombian-American singer (d. 2006)
1971 - Johnny Knoxville, American television personality
1971 - Martin Ručinský, Czech ice hockey player
1974 - Bobby Abreu, Venezuelan baseball player
1975 - Eric the Midget, American radio personality
1976 - Thomas Gravesen, Danish footballer
1978 - Didier Drogba, Ivory Coast footballer
1978 - Albert Luque, Spanish footballer
1978 - Christopher Rice, American author
1979 - Benji Madden, American musician (Good Charlotte)
1979 - Joel Madden, American musician (Good Charlotte)
1979 - Elton Brand, American basketball player
1979 - Fred Jones, American basketball player
1980 - Paul Scharner, Austrian footballer
1981 - David Anders, American actor
1981 - Heidi Cortez, American erotic broadcaster
1981 - Lee Evans, American football player
1981 - Russell Lissack, English musician (Bloc Party)
1981 - LeToya Luckett, American singer (ex-Destiny's Child)
1982 - Thora Birch, American actress
1984 - Marc-André Grondin, French Canadian actor
1985 - Nikolai Topor-Stanley, Australian soccer player
1987 - Marc-Andre Gragnani, Canadian ice hockey player
1989 - Anton Yelchin, Russian-born actor
1990 - Reiley McClendon, American actor
2007- Baby Boy Adams (Ansel Acidopholus Aort Adams)

Hoax

I'm not who I say I am.

So I think I might have an apartment. Fingers Crossed! Knock on Socks! Hop on Pop! Jesus Mocks! He is Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka. Have you ever watched Home Movies? It was a cartoon show for 'Dults and I think it was on in the late nineties or the early ots. I had caught a few episode on the tube some years back and then I decided to get all the episodes of all the seasons on DVD through the Netflix. It is great.

Tiki Apartments. That's the place. The party place. The Bacherlorette Pad for the swinging kind of 90s gal that I am. And there is an actual Tiki Totem thing type of thingy as you walk in the front gate of the place. Awesome. I think it might be cursed though.

The reason I'm posting something now is because I am avoiding doing actual work. Actual work work, like for my job, a-which I am currently getting paid for "working" at right now. Also, in addition to actual work, I am avoiding school work which is the work I do when I am at work and it is supremely slow. It is supremely slow but I have one thing I should get done right now and am avoiding doing because I am lazy, shiftless, and godless. And i have no God. See how I didn't capitalize "i" but I did "God. That is because I revere the lord.

Two things I recommend:

zap reader and spreeder. I don't feel like linking them. Google them your goddamn selves. Anywhoo, alls you have to do is paste some text you want to read rill rill fast and these sites sort of help you in that endeavor. It is really really helping me get through the last section of Uncle Tom's Cabin. This is a good book. But it is long and wordy and filled with a lot of Christ talk. Jebus this and Jebus that, and the lord spaketh Let my people go. Etcetera. And alls I can do is think in my head all the time, a la The King and I, "Run Eliza, Run! Poooooor Eliza!" Turns out, the King and I version of the small house of Uncle Tom is a horrible retelling of the original. It is filled with misinformation. So don't watch it and then think you can write a paper about Uncle Tom's Cabin. Read the Cliff's Notes instead, dummy.

I also recommend other things. Buying me a couch. Or a loooooveseat. Although I don't think of you like that. Maybe if I was drunk or you were rich.

How about a little fuck music?

What the F?

Someone registered my page under humor in Stumbleupon a while back. I'm thinking maybe that's why I'm suddenly getting a lot of traffic? My average traffic per day is like 8-10 hits. I've gotten 46 today. That is more than ever before ever. What the F?

It is like a Sauna in this bathroom. And where's the toilet?

If you read this, and you are reading this now, and you are an inquisitive type of person, you might be wondering, or you might have been wondering as lately as a few minutes ago, what I have been up to. No good. I have been up to, and including, no good.

The truth is, the cold, hard truth is, I've been apartment hunting! "How goes the apartment hunt?" you may now being asking. Good question. No good. It has been no good.

Actually things are looking decidedly better as of today. As of just about an hour ago, actually. I made an appointment to look at quite an adorable and cheap place in downtown medford and I happened upon an ad for a very very cute studio apartment in Ashland that I want very very badly and am going to be calling about as soon as I finish this.

I talked to one person the other day while I was on campus in ashland and she described a studio she is renting that is a converted garage attached to her own home. The ad described it as a studio apartment with great views and a private sauna. Very strange, I thought. And it got stranger. She said that the small kitchen, a kitchenette, had a crock pot, two hot plates, a convection oven and that the shower and toilet were sort of in the kitchen. And then a whole separate room was attached for the private sauna. Is it just me or would the average renter prefer having that room made into a bathroom so that you didn't have to pee and shower next to your refrigerator? Maybe it is just me. The whole story is longer but I don't feel like going into it all here. Needless to say, I will not be renting this apartment. Anyway. This whole thing is sort of weird because I don't even know if I'll be living here in 6months of I get into grad school but I really honestly think the chances of that are very very low. So I figured I'll either live somewhere for 6months and be happy to move because it means I got into grad school, or I'll be happy that I moved out because I wanted to move out anyway. Anywho, I kind of like moving and setting up a new place and stuff so all is not lost.

Anybody need my opinion on anything? I feel like I haven't been able to be opinionated and righteous and judgemental enough lately. Maybe I am getting older. I am letting my gray hair grow out. I have a few nice big streaks making their way here and there across my head. I've decided not to cut or dye my hair until it is long enough for a decent length of my natural hair color, which I've not seen in about 10 years. I think it will make me look more mature and that people will take me more seriously. I think it will definitely help when looking for an apartment.

This was really boring. Sorry.