MIMES!!!! AAHHH!!!
Friday, April 27, 2007
Welcome to the Real
Last night, BSA and I went imaginary running.
This morning, I have an actual sprained ankle.
I'm a little disturbed by this.
Could it be that my imagination has gotten so strong that it has the power to affect the very fabric of reality?
I must learn to harness this power and use it as a force for good.
Or possibly, to meet a funny Japenese geek with the ability to travel time and a cool samurai sword.
I'll have to ponder this.
Fun Note: Remember, when dealing with a sprain, the handy acronym RICE. Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate. This may be a little difficult to accomplish while in business casual and in a cubical type enviroment, but office ninjas aren't daunted by such trivial challenges.
This morning, I have an actual sprained ankle.
I'm a little disturbed by this.
Could it be that my imagination has gotten so strong that it has the power to affect the very fabric of reality?
I must learn to harness this power and use it as a force for good.
Or possibly, to meet a funny Japenese geek with the ability to travel time and a cool samurai sword.
I'll have to ponder this.
Fun Note: Remember, when dealing with a sprain, the handy acronym RICE. Rest, Ice, Compress, Elevate. This may be a little difficult to accomplish while in business casual and in a cubical type enviroment, but office ninjas aren't daunted by such trivial challenges.
Thursday, April 26, 2007
Story: The Hunt for WW, Part I
When we left off, our intrepid heroes were wandering a strange world, trying to find a way home, having lunch when WW was kidnapped my a mountain witch. The rescue option with the most votes was "set a trap with cookies."
So, are we all caught up?
Lovely.
With the cackling old woman spurring her on, WW plunged into the forest, careening off trees and smashing through brush. With a blur of movement, TA followed, leaping through the treetops as she followed them into the forest. On the ground BSA, once again in wolf form, easily kept pace with the sprinting Amazon. Occasionally, they would attack the pair, attempting to dislodge the witch without hurting their friend. The witch blocked all their attacks, laughing as she forced WW to attack her would-be rescuers.
Back in the original clearing, DFL listened to the insane cackling, battle-cries, scenery-crashing, shuriken-whistling, ancient herd yodeling, and gleeful howling that accompanied the high speed forest chase. Sighing she settled herself against a tree. In the distance, glass shattered and metal gears screamed in agony as a battle-grade10-key was destroyed. A wolf’s grief-stricken wail echoed eerily from the forest, followed by more crashings, the small concussive boom of light ordinance, and the creaking of stressed timber as several trees crashed to the ground. DFL sighed again, and relaxed back into a nice sunny spot. Running around playing in the forest really wasn’t her style. She wondered how long it would take for her teammates to get bored. Another tree groaned and crashed in the distance. Honestly, DFL mused, it was like being with a group of puppies. Literally in BSA’s case. The rumblings grew closer. Bushes near DFL’s clearing burst apart as a charming Swiss cottage with enormous chicken legs plowed through. Draperies fluttered madly and doors swung wildly as the panicked cottage raced through the clearing. Just as it was about to plunge back into the trees a small ninja attacked from above, delivering a series of powerful kicks to the roof and façade. The cottage stumbled back a few paces before casually batting TA out of the air with one swift chicken foot. TA recovered from the hit, flipping through the air to slide across the ground, feet and hands digging small trenches in the soft earth. BSA sailed over the bushes, snarling and furious she began snapping at the cottage’s heels. Desperate to get away from the angry wolf the cottage once again plowed forward crashing back into the forest with BSA leaving angry bite marks all along the back deck. Finally a winded WW ran through the large path of broken shrubbery, while the witch screeched, “You leave my house alone you filthy mutt!!” They plunged after the cottage and back into the forest.
DFL lowered her aviators and cocked an eyebrow at TA who had landed nearby.
“Having fun?” She drawled.
“The witch won’t let WW go unless we catch that stupid chicken house.” TA explained, brushing dirt off her hands. “But it’s fast and tough, and encased in magical protection.”
DFL replaced her aviators, “This is going to take all day,” she grumbled.
“Can’t you take over its mind?” TA asked, “Or make it into kindling with your dictator powers?”
Dictator frowned, “I don’t think it has a mind, and it’s moving too fast and too erratically for me to catch.”
“Right,” TA closed her eyes and began forming a complicated set of symbols with her fingers. “I’ll just have to bring it down with my ninja flame-creating powers.” She intoned.
“TA sweetie,” DFL leaned forward, “Just because we’re in a magical forest doesn’t mean you have magical ninja powers.”
“Ha! Well then you how do you explain this?!” TA closed her eyes, and then yelled “Fireball JUTSU!!” There was a puff of smoke, and when it cleared, TA stood in the exact same spot, hands extended dramatically.
“What was that supposed to do exactly?” DFL asked.
“There should have been a fireball” TA peevishly waved away smoke, “Dang it!”
“I think you may be watching too much anime.”
“They’re bound to start generating soon. What’s the point of being lost in a fantasy world if you don’t get flamethrower powers?” TA demanded.
“Right,” DFL responded warily, “We should probably focus on the whole rescue WW thing right now. Let’s get BSA back here and come up with some sort of plan.”
Her eyes glazed over as she sent out her mental commands. Soon, BSA came romping back into the clearing, her mouth full of ornate roof shingles. She spat them out and morphed back into her human shape, “What’s up kids? There’s a magical house that needs tearing apart.”
“We can’t tear the house apart. We need it to rescue WW.” TA pointed out.
“It destroyed my favorite ten key. It’s going down.”
“Well, obviously it doesn’t want to live with the old lady. So if we catch it and give it back, that would be an even better revenge for you.” DFL argued.
“Very well,” BSA folded her arms, “what do you propose?”
“A trap!” TA exclaimed.
“You’re a ninja. You always want to set a trap.” DFL replied.
“Besides, how do you trap a house?” BSA asked. Then she stopped. An amazing idea lit her eyes. “Oh I’ve got it. I’m about to be brilliant.” She started to laugh, TA and DFL moved back a few steps. “It’s time for Extreme Home Makeover!!” BSA yelled triumphantly.
So, are we all caught up?
Lovely.
With the cackling old woman spurring her on, WW plunged into the forest, careening off trees and smashing through brush. With a blur of movement, TA followed, leaping through the treetops as she followed them into the forest. On the ground BSA, once again in wolf form, easily kept pace with the sprinting Amazon. Occasionally, they would attack the pair, attempting to dislodge the witch without hurting their friend. The witch blocked all their attacks, laughing as she forced WW to attack her would-be rescuers.
Back in the original clearing, DFL listened to the insane cackling, battle-cries, scenery-crashing, shuriken-whistling, ancient herd yodeling, and gleeful howling that accompanied the high speed forest chase. Sighing she settled herself against a tree. In the distance, glass shattered and metal gears screamed in agony as a battle-grade10-key was destroyed. A wolf’s grief-stricken wail echoed eerily from the forest, followed by more crashings, the small concussive boom of light ordinance, and the creaking of stressed timber as several trees crashed to the ground. DFL sighed again, and relaxed back into a nice sunny spot. Running around playing in the forest really wasn’t her style. She wondered how long it would take for her teammates to get bored. Another tree groaned and crashed in the distance. Honestly, DFL mused, it was like being with a group of puppies. Literally in BSA’s case. The rumblings grew closer. Bushes near DFL’s clearing burst apart as a charming Swiss cottage with enormous chicken legs plowed through. Draperies fluttered madly and doors swung wildly as the panicked cottage raced through the clearing. Just as it was about to plunge back into the trees a small ninja attacked from above, delivering a series of powerful kicks to the roof and façade. The cottage stumbled back a few paces before casually batting TA out of the air with one swift chicken foot. TA recovered from the hit, flipping through the air to slide across the ground, feet and hands digging small trenches in the soft earth. BSA sailed over the bushes, snarling and furious she began snapping at the cottage’s heels. Desperate to get away from the angry wolf the cottage once again plowed forward crashing back into the forest with BSA leaving angry bite marks all along the back deck. Finally a winded WW ran through the large path of broken shrubbery, while the witch screeched, “You leave my house alone you filthy mutt!!” They plunged after the cottage and back into the forest.
DFL lowered her aviators and cocked an eyebrow at TA who had landed nearby.
“Having fun?” She drawled.
“The witch won’t let WW go unless we catch that stupid chicken house.” TA explained, brushing dirt off her hands. “But it’s fast and tough, and encased in magical protection.”
DFL replaced her aviators, “This is going to take all day,” she grumbled.
“Can’t you take over its mind?” TA asked, “Or make it into kindling with your dictator powers?”
Dictator frowned, “I don’t think it has a mind, and it’s moving too fast and too erratically for me to catch.”
“Right,” TA closed her eyes and began forming a complicated set of symbols with her fingers. “I’ll just have to bring it down with my ninja flame-creating powers.” She intoned.
“TA sweetie,” DFL leaned forward, “Just because we’re in a magical forest doesn’t mean you have magical ninja powers.”
“Ha! Well then you how do you explain this?!” TA closed her eyes, and then yelled “Fireball JUTSU!!” There was a puff of smoke, and when it cleared, TA stood in the exact same spot, hands extended dramatically.
“What was that supposed to do exactly?” DFL asked.
“There should have been a fireball” TA peevishly waved away smoke, “Dang it!”
“I think you may be watching too much anime.”
“They’re bound to start generating soon. What’s the point of being lost in a fantasy world if you don’t get flamethrower powers?” TA demanded.
“Right,” DFL responded warily, “We should probably focus on the whole rescue WW thing right now. Let’s get BSA back here and come up with some sort of plan.”
Her eyes glazed over as she sent out her mental commands. Soon, BSA came romping back into the clearing, her mouth full of ornate roof shingles. She spat them out and morphed back into her human shape, “What’s up kids? There’s a magical house that needs tearing apart.”
“We can’t tear the house apart. We need it to rescue WW.” TA pointed out.
“It destroyed my favorite ten key. It’s going down.”
“Well, obviously it doesn’t want to live with the old lady. So if we catch it and give it back, that would be an even better revenge for you.” DFL argued.
“Very well,” BSA folded her arms, “what do you propose?”
“A trap!” TA exclaimed.
“You’re a ninja. You always want to set a trap.” DFL replied.
“Besides, how do you trap a house?” BSA asked. Then she stopped. An amazing idea lit her eyes. “Oh I’ve got it. I’m about to be brilliant.” She started to laugh, TA and DFL moved back a few steps. “It’s time for Extreme Home Makeover!!” BSA yelled triumphantly.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Office Ninja Day
It's Office Ninja Day!! So be sure to properly appreciate your friendly office ninja. After all, they know the ancient secrets of the copy machine.
My dojo is appreciating us through copious amounts of food. Plus one of the Samauri that I support brought me a vase full of tulips.
I feel very appreciated. :)
What a great Wednesday.
My dojo is appreciating us through copious amounts of food. Plus one of the Samauri that I support brought me a vase full of tulips.
I feel very appreciated. :)
What a great Wednesday.
Loreena McKennitt
I went to her concert last night and it was amazing.
She played at DAR Hall (Daughters of the American Revolution) which is a suprisingly large venue. I really liked it. Spacious, with cozy, star upholstered seats, they had the lights dimmed and a light dusky mist made it seem like twilight in England.
When it started, it was just Loreena and a harp. Her voice was amazing. As the song progressed, the orchestra joined in, and they were very good as well. In every song, she played something. Harp, keyboards, accordian, or the baby grand.
What's funny is that she has this soft spoken, shy speaking voice "I traveled to a small village in China to research the um, you know, red headed mummies discovered there, and while I was there, I um, lived with a nomadic Mongolian family for awhile, and it inspired me to write this song." And then she belts out this amazing song.
Also yes, she does some pretty serious research into the Ancient nomadic Celtic Tribes.
She's a historian! Who plays the accordian!
Admit it, you want to see an Irish woman totally rocking out on an accordian. :)
Bonny Portmore gave me chills, as did The Bonny Swans, but my favorite song was The Highwayman.
Now I've been familiar with The Highwayman since Elementary, when Anne of Green Gables performed it (in the movie) and then my little sister and I looked it up in my big sister's Big Poetry Book. Plus I have LM's CDs, so I have it set to music as a ballad as well, and I have listened to it many, many times.
Yet, as she was playing it last night, I found myself holding my breath and leaning forward with tension. I also found myself wanting to yell out, "Don't go to the Inn, Highwayman, It's a trap!"
It's a trap!
And then the tot-a-lots started.
And I was like "Ohmygosh! What is Bess going to do?"
And the rational part of my brain said, "You know what she's going to do. You've heard this poem a hundred times."
And the part that was listening to the music said "But what if she doesn't do it this time!!"
Rational Brain: "The poem hasn't changed"
Music Brain: "Isn't she late??!! What if she's changed her mind??!!"
You'll be relieved to know that Bess came in right on cue, and I was able to breathe again.
Loreena played songs from all her albums. During the second half, all the lights were red, and they lowered some cool lanters, the cello sounded two long notes and the audience went wild. (It was a really good song) I love it when classical performers get their props.
She played at DAR Hall (Daughters of the American Revolution) which is a suprisingly large venue. I really liked it. Spacious, with cozy, star upholstered seats, they had the lights dimmed and a light dusky mist made it seem like twilight in England.
When it started, it was just Loreena and a harp. Her voice was amazing. As the song progressed, the orchestra joined in, and they were very good as well. In every song, she played something. Harp, keyboards, accordian, or the baby grand.
What's funny is that she has this soft spoken, shy speaking voice "I traveled to a small village in China to research the um, you know, red headed mummies discovered there, and while I was there, I um, lived with a nomadic Mongolian family for awhile, and it inspired me to write this song." And then she belts out this amazing song.
Also yes, she does some pretty serious research into the Ancient nomadic Celtic Tribes.
She's a historian! Who plays the accordian!
Admit it, you want to see an Irish woman totally rocking out on an accordian. :)
Bonny Portmore gave me chills, as did The Bonny Swans, but my favorite song was The Highwayman.
Now I've been familiar with The Highwayman since Elementary, when Anne of Green Gables performed it (in the movie) and then my little sister and I looked it up in my big sister's Big Poetry Book. Plus I have LM's CDs, so I have it set to music as a ballad as well, and I have listened to it many, many times.
Yet, as she was playing it last night, I found myself holding my breath and leaning forward with tension. I also found myself wanting to yell out, "Don't go to the Inn, Highwayman, It's a trap!"
It's a trap!
And then the tot-a-lots started.
And I was like "Ohmygosh! What is Bess going to do?"
And the rational part of my brain said, "You know what she's going to do. You've heard this poem a hundred times."
And the part that was listening to the music said "But what if she doesn't do it this time!!"
Rational Brain: "The poem hasn't changed"
Music Brain: "Isn't she late??!! What if she's changed her mind??!!"
You'll be relieved to know that Bess came in right on cue, and I was able to breathe again.
Loreena played songs from all her albums. During the second half, all the lights were red, and they lowered some cool lanters, the cello sounded two long notes and the audience went wild. (It was a really good song) I love it when classical performers get their props.
Monday, April 23, 2007
LA Pics
Hey, it's LA!
Let's see who lives here.
Coolness at the Star Wars Museum.
Vampires are cool, but not as cool as The Darkness:
Monday AMV
I'm back!! Unfortunatley, I have to work, so pictures will have to wait until later.
Meanwhile, here's an AMV featuring vampires.
Did you know Blood the last vampire is only 40 minutes long? Something to take into account when managing your netflix deliveries.
Meanwhile, here's an AMV featuring vampires.
Did you know Blood the last vampire is only 40 minutes long? Something to take into account when managing your netflix deliveries.
Friday, April 20, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Amazing Race-Ninja Edition
After watching this week's episode, I'm going to have to add a Hong Kong Action Movie Tour to my list of possible vacations.
It rocked.
We started off with airport shenanigans and fighting between the teams. The Schmirna's continued to violate the cubicle boundaries of ticket agents, while the Cubans upset me by conspiring with Team Crazy to help them pull ahead of Team Frat.
Sure Eric and Danielle are annoying, but they can't touch the sheer irritation factor of The Schmirnas.
The Cubans got on the first flight and the Fast Forward, which required them to strap in while a driving stuntman flipped their car. Fun!! What a cake walk fast forward. Last season, the FF at this point of the show forced contestants to eat a plate of cow lips. Many of which still feautred teeth and bits of leftover cow mustache. Gross.
But for those coming after, they got to scale 11 stories of bamboo scaffolding while avoiding pairs of fighting ninjas!!!
Yes!!!
What a great job. Here, we're going to rig safety lines, and all you have to do is spar on bamboo scaffolding. Sweet.
And bonus points to the BQs, since one of them managed to land a kick on a nearby ninja.
The awesomeness only continued when the racers went to an old building rigged with dramatic doors. One well placed kick and doors burst from hinges while racers searched for clues.
And when The Schmirnas took a taxi all the way to Hong Kong island, and then got on the ferry going the wrong way, and they asked that girl for directions, and you could tell she was totally trying not to laugh as she politely pointed out that the island they just left was the island that they were looking for... that was nice.
And then Frat Boy went and blew it by refusing to hire a cab to follow. When they were in last place. In Hong Kong.
If I may quote Napolean Dynamite here: "Idiots!"
It rocked.
We started off with airport shenanigans and fighting between the teams. The Schmirna's continued to violate the cubicle boundaries of ticket agents, while the Cubans upset me by conspiring with Team Crazy to help them pull ahead of Team Frat.
Sure Eric and Danielle are annoying, but they can't touch the sheer irritation factor of The Schmirnas.
The Cubans got on the first flight and the Fast Forward, which required them to strap in while a driving stuntman flipped their car. Fun!! What a cake walk fast forward. Last season, the FF at this point of the show forced contestants to eat a plate of cow lips. Many of which still feautred teeth and bits of leftover cow mustache. Gross.
But for those coming after, they got to scale 11 stories of bamboo scaffolding while avoiding pairs of fighting ninjas!!!
Yes!!!
What a great job. Here, we're going to rig safety lines, and all you have to do is spar on bamboo scaffolding. Sweet.
And bonus points to the BQs, since one of them managed to land a kick on a nearby ninja.
The awesomeness only continued when the racers went to an old building rigged with dramatic doors. One well placed kick and doors burst from hinges while racers searched for clues.
And when The Schmirnas took a taxi all the way to Hong Kong island, and then got on the ferry going the wrong way, and they asked that girl for directions, and you could tell she was totally trying not to laugh as she politely pointed out that the island they just left was the island that they were looking for... that was nice.
And then Frat Boy went and blew it by refusing to hire a cab to follow. When they were in last place. In Hong Kong.
If I may quote Napolean Dynamite here: "Idiots!"
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Mad Driving Skillz
Via tvinjapan.
This clip from a Japanese tv show demonstrates the awesome parking skills necessary for my part of the world. Also, since it's baseball season, some awesome trick batting.
This clip from a Japanese tv show demonstrates the awesome parking skills necessary for my part of the world. Also, since it's baseball season, some awesome trick batting.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
More Procrastinating
Have you ever found yourself wondering, what would Wonder Woman's name be if she was a Nordic hero? After all, she did once pick up Thor's hammer.
Well, now we know.
UPDATE: Batman's Scandinavian Name:
This one was much better than the response I got for "Bruce Wayne"
| Your Scandinavian Name is: |
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Well, now we know.
UPDATE: Batman's Scandinavian Name:
| Your Scandinavian Name is: |
 |
This one was much better than the response I got for "Bruce Wayne"
Procrastination is an Art
Technically, I'm supposed to be working on the next bit of our story, or at least figure a way to get WW out of the clutches of an evil witch.
But I'm procrastinating, and the best procratination techniques are when you do something related to what you're supposed to be doing, but not quite.
So to post something about WW on the blog, but not the story just yet, here's WW as a winter sport.
But I'm procrastinating, and the best procratination techniques are when you do something related to what you're supposed to be doing, but not quite.
So to post something about WW on the blog, but not the story just yet, here's WW as a winter sport.
| You Are Curling |
 What you lack in athleticism, you make up for in concentration. And while curling isn't much more of a sport than bowling, you *can* win a gold medal for it! |
Ahh!!
Curse you Ticketmaster!! CURSE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
From the fiery pits, I spit at you!!
We hates tricksy Ticketmaster! We Hates them! And their overpriced, un-user-friendly ripoff.
Hates Them Precious!!
From the fiery pits, I spit at you!!
We hates tricksy Ticketmaster! We Hates them! And their overpriced, un-user-friendly ripoff.
Hates Them Precious!!
Random Thought
You know, sometimes you just have to get up in the morning, face yourself in the mirror and finally admit that you will never be able to make a decent loaf of bread.
But it's okay. Because other people can make bread, and there's a good chance that you'll find the soft, new nutty loaf in the office kitchen, along with a stick of sweet butter.
And brownies.
And oatmeal cookies.
And these little paper-thin wafer-ish sugar cookies in the shape of bunnies, eggs and little duckies.
Note to self: Don't gleefully bite the head of the sugar cookie duckie in front of more sensitive coworkers. They seem to find it disturbing.
But it's okay. Because other people can make bread, and there's a good chance that you'll find the soft, new nutty loaf in the office kitchen, along with a stick of sweet butter.
And brownies.
And oatmeal cookies.
And these little paper-thin wafer-ish sugar cookies in the shape of bunnies, eggs and little duckies.
Note to self: Don't gleefully bite the head of the sugar cookie duckie in front of more sensitive coworkers. They seem to find it disturbing.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
Breaking News Alert!
Holy Buckets of Fried Greasy Chicken Bits!!!
I have just now, at this very moment, discovered an archive of fanfiction for Pirates of Dark Water.
I can't decide if I'm terribly excited or screamingly horrified at this development.
I need to focus on something a little less disturbing while I contemplate actually looking at the previously mentioned archive.
There... that's better.
I have just now, at this very moment, discovered an archive of fanfiction for Pirates of Dark Water.
I can't decide if I'm terribly excited or screamingly horrified at this development.
I need to focus on something a little less disturbing while I contemplate actually looking at the previously mentioned archive.
There... that's better.
Cheese!!
I am thoroughly ashamed of myself. Here we are, 11 days into April, and I have only just learned that April is National Grilled Cheese Sandwich month.
Grilled Cheese and tomato soup is one of my all time favorite dishes. Especially since I can actually make it myself. Tonight in honor of this glorious month, I will have grilled cheese and tomato soup. And a pickle.
I find myself in a sudden state of concern about my household inventory of tomato soup.
Oh well. I'll make a grilled cheese sandwich with cheddar and a little mango/peach salsa dabbed on the inside. That's good stuff.
Via tastespotting.
Grilled Cheese and tomato soup is one of my all time favorite dishes. Especially since I can actually make it myself. Tonight in honor of this glorious month, I will have grilled cheese and tomato soup. And a pickle.
I find myself in a sudden state of concern about my household inventory of tomato soup.
Oh well. I'll make a grilled cheese sandwich with cheddar and a little mango/peach salsa dabbed on the inside. That's good stuff.
Via tastespotting.
American Idol-Latin night
This was actually pretty dang boring. Even the ick factor of Sanjaya's attempt at facial hair was dull, leaving only a mild distaste to add to my general loathing.
This little gem from The Soup is much more entertaining.
This little gem from The Soup is much more entertaining.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Amazing Race--You Sure about that Flight?
So, at the very beginning of this leg, teams had to find a flight to Kuala Lampur. The Schmirna's lucked out, finding a mystery flight that got them in 3 hours before everyone else.
How do they get so lucky!? And why didn't any of the travel agents know about this flight?
Shmirna also refused to share their computers, but then got angry when Frat guy wouldn't let them cut in line. Man, I just really don't like that team, and I'm rather sad that they are in the top 4.
Uchenna and Joyce took a huge risk with a tight connection in an attempt to get a 40 min lead on the other teams. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Dude, even the Frat guy knew that was a dumb move.
So Uchenna and Joyce missed their connection, spent a day in the Frankfurt airport, and got eliminated.
The Beauty Queens managed to pull ahead by choosing to dye cloth when all of the other teams decided to go with the searching task of biting thousands of cookies to find one with a licorice center.
The BQs also showed a bit of their evil side by yielding Team Frat and laughing about. It was this sort of evilness that made them the team you loved to hate last season. Now I want them to harness their dark beauty pageant powers and take out Team Crazy Shmirna.
"Shall we crush the competition like the insignifigant bugs they are?"
"Yes. Let them taste our wrath through the power of the yield!"
Watching Mirna try to play role model by spouting various platitudes at Malaysian children in some indiscriminate accent was gag-inducing.
The Cubans, my favorite team still in the race, were also not at their best. There was lots of bickering and whining. Not to mention they blew an entire hour dithering between the two tasks, thus coming in behind Team Frat.
How do they get so lucky!? And why didn't any of the travel agents know about this flight?
Shmirna also refused to share their computers, but then got angry when Frat guy wouldn't let them cut in line. Man, I just really don't like that team, and I'm rather sad that they are in the top 4.
Uchenna and Joyce took a huge risk with a tight connection in an attempt to get a 40 min lead on the other teams. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Dude, even the Frat guy knew that was a dumb move.
So Uchenna and Joyce missed their connection, spent a day in the Frankfurt airport, and got eliminated.
The Beauty Queens managed to pull ahead by choosing to dye cloth when all of the other teams decided to go with the searching task of biting thousands of cookies to find one with a licorice center.
The BQs also showed a bit of their evil side by yielding Team Frat and laughing about. It was this sort of evilness that made them the team you loved to hate last season. Now I want them to harness their dark beauty pageant powers and take out Team Crazy Shmirna.
"Shall we crush the competition like the insignifigant bugs they are?"
"Yes. Let them taste our wrath through the power of the yield!"
Watching Mirna try to play role model by spouting various platitudes at Malaysian children in some indiscriminate accent was gag-inducing.
The Cubans, my favorite team still in the race, were also not at their best. There was lots of bickering and whining. Not to mention they blew an entire hour dithering between the two tasks, thus coming in behind Team Frat.
Monday AMV
It's been awhile since I've posted one of these. My home computer was sick, but thanks to the Drunken Jedi, it's up and running again. What better way to celebrate a new lease on computer life than by surfing for anime music videos?
So here are the ninjas of Naruto, mixing it up.
And here's one of Avatar fight scenes. Unless, of course, it's already been pulled by Viacom for copyright violation.
So here are the ninjas of Naruto, mixing it up.
And here's one of Avatar fight scenes. Unless, of course, it's already been pulled by Viacom for copyright violation.
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Weekend News
The Easter Bunny is bigger than Wonder Woman!
UPDATE:
I think the Easter Bunny could give you a run for your money WW. Look at this chilling video footage I found over at Ace's.
UPDATE:
I think the Easter Bunny could give you a run for your money WW. Look at this chilling video footage I found over at Ace's.
Friday, April 06, 2007
Breaking News Alert!
Apparently, the latest freeze in Nebraska has driven our favorite Amazon, Wonder Woman, completly mad.
She now thinks she's a Spartan.
We have to get this girl to an island!
Preferrably one really,really South from here!
An island known for its vast pumpkin production!!
Do it for the puppy!! That cute, cute stuffed puppy!
She now thinks she's a Spartan.
We have to get this girl to an island!
Preferrably one really,really South from here!
An island known for its vast pumpkin production!!
Do it for the puppy!! That cute, cute stuffed puppy!
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
My Humps
The Blackeyed Peas song "My Humps" will always have a special place in my heart. When I was in England, the BBC played it constantly, and I hold it personally responsible for much of the Anti-Americanism I experienced there. Eventually though, I came to enjoy this strange soundtrack to my British experience. Britian, Fish and Chips, the Tower, and Fergie's Lady Lumps are now all forever entwined in my brain.
Which really makes Alanis Morrisette's cover all the more brilliant.
Thanks to DFL, who found this remarkable wonder.
Which really makes Alanis Morrisette's cover all the more brilliant.
Thanks to DFL, who found this remarkable wonder.
American Idol Roundup
Actually, I don't have one because I haven't seen it yet. Sorry. I'm behind on my tv watching, as this is a week of culture for moi.
I'm part of this program called Generation O. Basically, it's the Opera's attempt to replace their clientele before they all die off. So if an opera has a lot of seats open, I get an email offering tickets at half price, because I'm a "young person."
It is awesome.
Monday we saw "La fille du regiment" a light comedic opera that I thought was pretty funny, although the first half tended to drag in places. Basically, it was set in France just after WWII. A regiment found an abondend baby girl and adopted her. So basically, every man in the regiment is her father. This makes for a great song where the girl's boyfriend has to go and ask for her hand from all of her "papas" Of course, once that little hurdle has been taken care of, they find out that the girl is the long lost child of the local heiress, and she gets whisked off away from the regiment and her lover.
Since this was a comedy, in the second act after a lesson in deportment, our heroine has to be restrained from throwing herself in the orchestra pit. I don't know why this struck me as being so hilarious. But it did.
Also, in one number, a maid in the background stole the scene by dancing with her broom. I love it when the background people do that.
Yesterday, we went and saw a show by the Phildelphia Dance Company, or "Philadanco"
It was all right. I'm a bit of a philistine when it comes to dance. My reaction to one of the nubmers was "oh, it's like a really elaborate game of duck, duck, goose!"
I'm part of this program called Generation O. Basically, it's the Opera's attempt to replace their clientele before they all die off. So if an opera has a lot of seats open, I get an email offering tickets at half price, because I'm a "young person."
It is awesome.
Monday we saw "La fille du regiment" a light comedic opera that I thought was pretty funny, although the first half tended to drag in places. Basically, it was set in France just after WWII. A regiment found an abondend baby girl and adopted her. So basically, every man in the regiment is her father. This makes for a great song where the girl's boyfriend has to go and ask for her hand from all of her "papas" Of course, once that little hurdle has been taken care of, they find out that the girl is the long lost child of the local heiress, and she gets whisked off away from the regiment and her lover.
Since this was a comedy, in the second act after a lesson in deportment, our heroine has to be restrained from throwing herself in the orchestra pit. I don't know why this struck me as being so hilarious. But it did.
Also, in one number, a maid in the background stole the scene by dancing with her broom. I love it when the background people do that.
Yesterday, we went and saw a show by the Phildelphia Dance Company, or "Philadanco"
It was all right. I'm a bit of a philistine when it comes to dance. My reaction to one of the nubmers was "oh, it's like a really elaborate game of duck, duck, goose!"
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