Memory
Sometimes I swear I can hear Annabelle purrting in the other room.
Other times I can’t conjure the sound of her in my head and I worry that I’m forgetting her.
ELEVATORS GONNA ELEVATE
Who’s heard of a Paternoster Lift?
I certainly hadn’t. But this YouTube vid was in my recommended list, so I gave it a watch:
It’s basically a continuous loop of “boxes” that act as an elevator as the loop lifts the boxes up and then spins them back around to the bottom.
From watching the video, I can see why these aren’t installed anymore for safety reasons. Still, though…it would be fun to ride in one and see what it’s like.
OCTO-LIZARD HATH SPOKEN!!!!!!!!
Hi.
So I measured it out today: I put 6 grams of black pepper on my pasta/broccoli. That’s 113 shakes of the pepper shaker.
Am…am I a monster?
Zoom North
Headed back up to Calgary today. Not ready to go back. I want just a bit more time in Moscow.
Edit: THIS KOKANEE FOOT HAS SIX TOES
DIE FOR DETHKLOK
Back on May 10, 2011, I used the wise and all-powerful method of taking random internet tests to determine when I was predicted to die. Since I conveniently stumbled across that blog almost exactly seven years later, I’mma do those same quizzes again and compare the results.
GO!
They’s different! But is they’s significantly different?? A paired t-test will tell us!
Hypotheses:
H0: µD = 0
Ha: µD ≠ 0
Test statistic: t(36) = 0.36
p-value: 0.732
Using the standard α = 0.05, no, they are not significantly different.
Fun to do, though!
Pokemens
Hahaha, these are fantastic. I’m assuming “Canada” is the next Pokemon region, right?
Aaaaand now it’s stuck in my head.
Ha. Cute.
TORTS
AAAAAAAAAAA look at how tasty these look!
I should try the recipe. Soft tortillas are the bomb.
More Spokane
I FORGOT TO MENTION THIS, TOO
So when we were in Spokane, we also happened upon this:
This is Mille Bornes, a game that we used to play with my grandma and grandpa back when I was in like 4th grade or so.
The box is all updated and modern, but the cards are the same “old” style. They just don’t have the French on them anymore.
Basically it’s like a card racing game: you want to be the first to get to 200 miles. You get certain distance/mileage cards, hazard cards to give to others, and safety cards to protect against hazard cards or to undo their effects. I remember it being very fun. If you ever see it, you should get it and try it!
My Feet: An Intimate Look
When my mom and I were in Coeur d’Alene the other day, we stopped at Fleet Feet and got our feet scanned. I just got my scan emailed to me today, so let’s take a look together! THERE’S NOT ENOUGH OF MY FEET ON THIS BLOG AND YOU KNOW IT.
Here they are from the front.
Fun fact: my left foot is size 6.9 D and my right foot a 6.6 D. This is very strange to me because everything else on the right side of my body is larger than the left side of my body except for, apparently, my feet.
Here’s the view from the top. I don’t know what my right pinky toe is up to, but it looks like it’s trying to break free.
I have wide-ass feet. I already knew this, but now I have proof. The “D” in my shoe size is code for “duck feet” because they’re basically flippers in terms of their width. They’re not the widest, but they’re pretty wide. This is why I keep having to size up in my Kinvaras, because they keep making them narrower with each new version.
I also have short feet (toe to heel length) compared to the rest of the female population, so that’s great.
My feet are pretty similar except in their arches. I have a low arch on my left foot and a high arch on my right. You can kind of see it in the scan.
I also have a low instep height compared to the rest of the female population and narrow heel width compared to the rest of the female population
Thanks, Weebl.
This thing is like 800 years old. Explain to me why I couldn’t get it out of my head today.
AND ANOTHER THING…
AND SPEAKING OF BLOGGING…why don’t any of y’all blog anymore? I miss reading other people’s blogs and hearing about their lives.
I mean, I can’t be the only source of entertainment here. Someone has to take over during those two-year gaps I leave between uploading my blogs.
ALOHA FROM YEAR 12
Yes, you read that correctly: this is my 12-year anniversary of blogging.
That’s a lot of blogging, yo. 4,384 blogs, to be exact.
And I’m still not halfway through this blogging project.
Anyway. There’s not too much to say about anything this anniversary. Same old nonsense. I haven’t actually posted since like July, anyway, so I’m sure that by the time you read this we’ll be closer to the 13-year anniversary than to this one.
Yay?
This man is an angry goose in disguise
I feel like twenty poops, so here’s a kopke613 Vine compilations to make everyone (including myself) feel better.
PSA:
I love cornbread.
That has nothing to do with anything and was not triggered by actually having cornbread recently, but I have nothing else to say today and I wanted y’all to know.
Bye.
Passion Pit Live?
Hahaha, look at these nerds, I love it.
That screw up at the beginning makes it even more endearing. AND I LOVE THE BELLS.
Edit: apparently they (Passion Pit) make fun of this performance all the time and say it’s the worst they’ve ever done.
And Now: The Passive-Aggressive Song Stylings of Claudia “The Angry Pedestrian” Mahler
(To the Tune of “Our House”)
Sidewalks
You should treat them like a street
Sidewalks
Act like you’re a car with feet
Sidewalks
Try to walk on the right side
Sidewalks
‘Cause when you don’t, I die inside
The Prince of Egypt is Underrated
I think I’ve blogged about this movie in the past in various forms, but I just found this:
And it reminded me of how underrated this movie is. Not just in terms of the songs, but the whole thing.
I mean, this scene? This is some of the most beautiful animation I’ve seen.
I don’t know if it’s because my little stupid kid brain always pictured like 200 people going for like a quarter of a mile to cross the Red Sea when we read about all of this stuff in Catholic school, but when I first saw this movie I was amazed at the immense number of people and how long of a walk it was to cross the sea. It makes the story that much more impactful, I think.
And yeah, I know, bible stuff, but still. This movie is really well done. Watch it if you haven’t.
I’m in a blogging rut
I feel like I don’t have anything worthwhile to blog about.
Which, you know, is nothing new; I never have anything worthwhile to blog about.
But now it all feels extra boring.
At times like this, I often consider just quitting the daily blogging. But then I realize that I am 30 years old and I have a daily log of almost* my entire adult life.
Which is too cool to not continue, so yeah.
*I turned 18 in February 2006 and started blogging on May 1, 2006.
BOOM, CLAP, THE SOUND OF MY FARTS
YOU GUYS I JUST ATE LIKE 40 JOLLY RANCHERS AND I FEEL LIKE I HAVE SUPERPOWERS SO LET’S FILL OUT A SURVEY WITH INCREDIBLY INAPPROPRIATE ANSWERS AND LOTS OF CAPS LOCK, SHALL WE?!?!?!?!?!?
Three names you go by, other than your given name:
1. “Hey you”
2. “Bruh”
3. “CLAUDIA MARIE BITCHIN’ MCGEE”
Three screen names you’ve had:
1. StarPotty
2. AntarcticaFreak
3. Nailpit (this is the only one I still use)
Three things you like about yourself:
1. Not
2. One
3. Thing
Three things you don’t like about yourself:
1. All
2. The
3. Things
Three parts of your heritage:
1. Basque
2. Czech
3. DISCO FEVER
Three things you are wearing right now:
1. Underwear
2. Bra
3. MY HEART ON MY SLEEVE
Three favorite bands/musical artists:
1. Coldplay
2. Muse
3. Anybody who makes killer mashups
Three favorite songs:
1. Running Away (The Royal Foundry)
2. Infectious (Tobu)
3. Doin’ It Right (Daft Punk)
Three things you want in a relationship:
1. Dicks
2. …Dicks?
3. DIIIIIIIIIIIIIICKS
Three things about the preferred sex that appeal to you:
1. Macho
2. Macho
3. Man
Three of your favorite hobbies:
1. Answering these surveys in a completely nonsensical manner
2. Answering these surveys in a completely serious manner
3. Making people guess which of the above I’m doing at any given point in a survey
Three things that scare you:
1. Ghosts with a license to kill
2. Spelling the word “license”
3. Scary shit
Three of your everyday essentials:
1. Air
2. Water
3. Cheese
Three places you want to go on vacation:
1. Hanover
2. Antarctica
3. Hanover again
Three careers you have considered/are considering: .
1. I HAVE A CAREER LEAVE ME ALONE
Three things you want to do before you die:
1. Get born
2. Do the livin’
3. Win a Pulitzer
Three things you want to do really badly right now:
1. Fuckin’ sprint around the house, but I am WOUNDED and thus am too scared to do so.
2. Get UNWOUNDED
3. Pee.
THAT WAS A WASTE OF TIME
I miss my friendies.
I am extra lonely tonight for some really weird reason. So I’ve been thinking of friends of the past (since I don’t really have any friends right now).
I’ve had three main groups of friends in my life (I don’t count elementary school, ‘cause all those “friends” I had in first and second grade were quick to abandon me once I was deemed “uncool”): my high school group, the band geek group in college, and the guys at the house in college.
Things that remind me of my high school friends:
- Being hooligans in the hallway during lunchtime.
- That one lady (I don’t know if she was a teacher’s aide or what) who thought our shenanigans were hilarious.
- That one guy who thought our shenanigans were blasphemous.
- Harassing Alan.
- Harassing Aneel.
- Those stupid cardboard stilts that almost killed me in the bathroom.
- Going to the Co-Op, buying a loaf of bread, and then just sharing that amongst us for our lunch.
- Zach and those “Emergen-C” pouches. He would just chug those.
- That time I accidentally* threw the loaf of bread at Aneel and almost got detention.
- Stalking Lead around. All the time.
- That stupid “porn” reading of “To Kill a Mockingbird” that I did that had everyone cackling.
- Prom dress shopping at Ross!
- Being hooligans in that field across from the university.
- MSN conversations!
Things that remind me of my band geek group:
- Band (duh).
- Playing at the football games while paying zero attention to the game itself.
- “Please touch my butt…please touch my butt!”
- Being hooligans at Shari’s.
- Being hooligans at Denny’s.
- Drag shows!
- Rock Band basement parties at my dad’s.
- That basement party that was basically an orgy, let’s not lie.
- That time we all drove out to Idler’s Rest and spent half the night crying/venting about how our lives were not what we wanted at the time.
- R O B D R A M A
- The nerd-fest that was the band table in the Commons. Oh my god, that table was fun.
Things that remind me of the guys in the house:
- NOODLE FRIDAYS.
- Incessant Rock Band playing.
- Quoting pretty much every viral YouTube video from 2008.
- All the weird relationships in that house.
- Getting impulse piercings in Missoula.
- Late night conversations with Sean (he got off work after midnight and I was always the only one still up).
- Reliving our childhoods via movies on Netflix (and making fun of said movies).
- Being hooligans in Shari’s.
- Otter Pops!
I miss having friends.
*It really was an accident. I was swinging the bread bag around like a nun chuck and the bread launched through the bottom seam and nailed him in the face. Right in front of our security guard.
I am sleep deprived and this is hysterical
The sleep deprivation and the hilarity of this Vine may or may not be related.
There have been a lot of these kinds of posts lately, sorry.
BACK IN THE ‘SCOW
I am BACK IN MOSCOW AGAIN!
It always feels good to come back for a little while. It’s not quite the same now that my dad’s no longer living here (meaning my mom and I can’t go crash over there and visit, haha), but it’s still fun.
Calgary’s great; I love the big city, I love Canada, and I love pretty much everything else about it here (except CHEESE IS TOO FREAKING EXPENSIVE), but it’s nice to “escape” back to tiny old ‘Scow for a bit.
And buy $1.77 bags of shredded cheese from Winco.
ALSO. Did you know that there is no Colby-Jack cheese up here? I don’t know about the rest of the country, but Colby-Jack is not a thing in Calgary.
Which is dumb, ‘cause Colby-Jack is life.
Anyway.
Ugh, woah.
This is the most anxiety-producing song I’ve ever heard.
It’s a good song and there’s nothing specific regarding the lyrics that suggests it would be such an anxiety-producing song, but holy hell, every time I listen to it I get that “I’m going to go puke in the toilet” type of anxiety that I always used to get before tests.
Does anyone else get a feeling of anxiousness from this song? I mean, I’ve primed you for it now, of course, but I’m curious if it’s just me or if it’s this song.
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