Read Yesterday’s Blog
Now go away.
*more whining*
I don’t caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare about aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanything
Including blogging
Go away.
Poopin’ Nonsense
When was the last time you went to the dentist? Did you have any work done? HAHAHAHA let’s not talk about the dentist for like another 10 years, please.
Open any social media site. Who’s the first person on your feed? Like, the first individual person? Marcus Stroman.
What’s the closest store to your house? Does the gas station convenience store count? If not, then maybe one of the stores down on Parkdale Avenue. Fair Play, maybe?
How much sleep per night do you usually get? SLEEP IS FOR MORTALS
Were you born in the state you now live in? I don’t even live in a state.
What’s your favorite type of cake? German chocolate cake is badass.
Do you like to go out to nightclubs? What would you usually wear? The only thing I’ve ever been to that resembles a nightclub are the drag shows. I’d either be in drag or wear that black corset thingy. Either way, plenty of inappropriate dancing occurred and it was great.
Have you ever been hit in the face? Like, punched? No.
Do you wear glasses? Indeed.
What do you think of the Jonas Brothers? I do not spend a lot of time thinking about them.
Are you an optimist or a pessimist? Pessimism gets you through.
Who was the last person you argued or disagreed with? My mom.
Do you know how to cook? What’s your favorite thing to cook? I know how to cook a few things, yes. I don’t know if I have a favorite thing to cook as far as the cooking process goes, but my favorite thing to cook as far as nomming goes is my broccoli/penne thing.
Have you ever been on a plane for more than 10 hours? I think our flight to London was more than 10 hours, but I can’t remember. I was like 14 and spent the whole flight watching Finding Nemo on repeat.
What was the last thing you put in the trash? Broken spaghetti noodles.
Are you sitting down right now? Yeah.
Have you ever worked night shifts? Kinda. When I did that in-home patient care job back before I moved to Vancouver, I worked 40 hours a week but those 40 hours took place over about a 50-hour span on weekends. So yeah, I guess that counts as the night shift, haha.
How do you usually style your hair? I brush it. I ignore it.
Do you like to people-watch? Meh.
Is your fridge full or empty at the moment? There’s a decent amount of stuff in there.
What shoes do you wear to work? My Kinvaras. I wear them everywhere.
When was the last time you mopped a floor? When I cleaned the house a few months ago.
What’s your favorite type of juice? Apple.
What color looks best on you? I think I look good in warm tones like pink and orange and red.
Who was the last person to leave you a voicemail? My dad.
Would you want a Bachelor/Bachelorette party before you get married? Already got married! My “bachelorette party” was me hanging out with my mom in the Best Western the night before I got married.
Do you have a skincare routine? What does it involve? I soap the bod. Wash it off. Done.
Have you ever had a professional massage? I don’t like massages.
What was the last thing you baked in an oven? Uhhhhhhh…no idea.
How much cash do you have on your person right now? Like $5, haha. I don’t carry many coins with me anymore because of COVID.
Where do you like to shop for groceries? Safeway.
Who do you put down as an emergency contact and why? Either Nate or my mom.
What did you have for breakfast today? Nothing.
Do any household chores need to be done right now? Not anything pressing, no.
Have you ever played on a poker machine? Just a handheld little electronic poker game thingy.
What type of gas do you put in your car, if you have one? Don’t have a car.
When was the last time you smoked a cigarette, if ever? Never smoked.
Do you know how to roast a turkey? Hahaha, nope.
How do you feel right now? Sad. Discouraged. Ready to jump off the balcony. You know, the usual.
What do you like to put on your sandwiches? What type of sandwich? THIS IS IMPORTANT
Is there a train station close to where you live? There’s a C-Train station about a mile and a half from here in either direction (North Hill and campus).
Do you check the mail every day? Yup.
What was your first crush’s name? His little code name I use for him on here is Lead.
Can your name be shortened to become a nickname? “Claud” or “Claudie” I guess could be nicknames.
What was the last bill you paid? Phone?
R Guides
Heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy wassup?
So in an effort to try to accumulate all the stuff I’ve written on how to use R, I’ve compiled it all and put it (or links to it) on a Google Sites page. I’m like 99% sure none of you care, but in case anyone stumbles upon this blog who DOES care about R, here are my reference guides and such.
More will be added soon!
Bright lights / big city / we have / a kitty
Sooooooooooo we didn’t get Waffle. The Humane Society doesn’t let people “reserve” animals (first come first serve), and when I checked their adoptions page right before we headed down there, Waffle’s picture was gone.
Meaning she had been adopted by someone who had an earlier appointment that morning.
I’d already bonded with her so much just by looking at her picture that it was almost like another loss. I ugly cried about it while Nate was in the shower.
But we decided to go anyway; perhaps another cat needed us.
And one did – we ended up with this pretty girl right here:
We don’t have a name for her yet, but she was very calm on the car ride home and seemed to not be afraid at all as she explored the house. It was hard to get a non-blurry picture of her.
It’s going to be interesting to see how different she is from Jazzy.
Edit: we named her Pepper!
Cat? I’m a kitty cat. And I dance, dance, dance, and I dance, dance, dance
The thought of getting a new cat is a conflicting one. On one hand, it would feel like a betrayal to Jazzy because she died exactly a month ago today, which isn’t that long ago at all, and it’s like even thinking of a new cat feels like we’re replacing her. On the other hand, there are so many cats in Calgary who need good homes, and we are in a position to provide that to one (or more) cats.
I was looking at the Calgary Humane Society adoptables today (because that’s what I do in my free time) and saw this sweet creature:
I felt an instant bond with her. Even just by seeing her pictures. Like…I need to meet this girl and see if we can help her. I’ve already renamed her Waffle.
So Nate and I have booked an appointment on Tuesday morning to go and check her out and possibly bring her home if we feel the same bond in person.
I’m excited. And sad. And guilty. And excited.
Lynde
We had a big ol’ cable box back when we lived with my grandma and grandpa as a kid, and one of the channels we got was the Game Show Network. Back then (I don’t know if it still does or if the channel even still exists), it frequently showed older game shows mixed in with the newer ones. One that was fairly frequent was the old Hollywood Squares episodes from the late 60s-70s – the ones where Paul Lynde was frequently the center square.
Anyway, I’m bringing that up because I found this great video on YouTube today:
His laugh at the “69” at 1:39 is great.
“It’s always mild in Oregon.”
“Isn’t this DULL????”
“Boater’s forecast…oh, screw ‘em!”
Hahahaha.
Thanks, TikTok
Because everything has been so horrible the past few months, I’ve turned to TikTok as a source of “I don’t wanna deal with life so let me watch short videos instead” coping mechanism.
Don’t make fun of me. I need something.
Anyway, there’s this audio that’s been going around on TikTok called “Into The Thick Of It!” I had no idea where it came from but it sounded intriguing, so I looked it up. Turns out it’s from an episode of a kid’s show called “The Backyardigans.”
The Backyardigans ran from 2004 to 2013, a timeframe that definitely missed my childhood years. So I don’t remember the show, but apparently it’s known for its songs and music. All of its episodes are on YouTube, so I decided to check out a few.
Now I’m addicted, haha. It’s lighthearted and adorable, which is really what I need right now. Also, the music and songs ARE really good. Austin (the kangaroo) has the cutest freaking voice.
So if you need a chill kid’s show for whatever reason, give it a watch!
ZODIO
A short survey for a short person.
1. What is your traditional zodiac sign?
Like, my western zodiac? I’m an Aquarius, yo.
2. How often, if ever, do you read your horoscope?
Never. I love the zodiac because I love anything that categorizes stuff, but I put zero stock in it as something that can be used to predict my life in any way. It’s just a fun little thing.
3. Check out the Geek Zodiak [sic]*: What is your birth year the year of?
Ugh, I’m an Undead. That includes Dracula, though, so I guess it’s cool.
4. Which of the merits listed do you think is most accurate to your personality?
Am I transcendental? Let’s go with that.
5. Which of the demerits listed do you think is most accurate to your personality?
“Difficulty connecting to humanity.”
6. Which single merit or demerit listed for your sign do you think is most inaccurate to your personality?
I’m not very soulful.
‘Berta
I got my Alberta driver’s license today!
…am I cool now?
(Sorry not sorry for the short blog.)
Run in the Rain
Today was supposed to be rainy. Like all day. So I decided to walk on my treadmill instead of go outside, especially since it was raining quite hard already when I woke up.
But six miles into my walk, the rain stopped. And being the WEATHER WIZARD that I am, I was like, “hey, there’s no way the rain will start up again, so let’s go run outside!”
And so I ran outside.
And about half a mile out, it started POURING. It continued to pour for the whole first half of the run (seven miles).
Pros:
- Absolutely NO ONE was out in that, so I had the trail all to myself. I guess there was that one guy I passed who looked like he’d made the worst decision of his life going out for a run that day, but other than that, NO ONE was out.
- I felt like a badass even though I probably looked like an idiot.
- It was finally cool enough to run in the middle of the day rather than having to get up at ass-o’-clock to do so.
- Uh…my hat got cleaned by the rain?
Cons:
- SPLASHY SPLASHY
- I’m pretty sure one of the puddles that I had to run through was like six inches deep
- There were porta potties at my turnaround point. I had to utilize one and it was completely flooded inside.
- I’m pretty sure my shoes are going to be squeaky forever now, because every time I get a pair of Kinvaras even slightly wet, they squeak.
I’mma go dry off now.
Edit: OH MY GOD I AM SO FREAKING COLD
OH SHOCK IT’S A SURVEY
Life is meaningless, so who freaking cares anyway, right?
Salt & vinegar, barbecue, sour cream & onion, or cheddar?
Salt and vinegar, baby! THE BURRRRRRRRN
Bow ties on guys, dorky or adorable?
Meh. I don’t really have an opinion either way.
What are your thoughts on mini-skirts or mini-dresses?
They’re…things? I look terrible in them, but most people look great in them.
Have you ever died in one of your dreams?
LOLOLOLOLOL WELCOME TO MY REM PARTY, WANNA DIE WITH ME?
Name three things you hate having to buy for yourself: Why?
Um…I like looking at clothes, but I hate having to try them on.
Makeup at stores that are any fancier than Walmart. I feel like I’m being judged on what I buy and I feel like the cashiers are thinking “no makeup can fix that amount of ugly, honey.”
Haircuts? I have to talk to someone and tell them what I want. Then I have to pretend that I like it.
Which is tastier: fruity gum or minty gum?
I’ve never really liked mint.
Quick! The first professional sports player you can think of:
Max Scherzer!
Be honest, have you ever bullied anybody? Who was it?
I don’t think I’ve ever bullied anyone. I’m probably wrong, unfortunately, but I can’t recall any incidents.
What colors look best with navy blue in your opinion?
Orange. Yellow. Brown.
What is the cutest Halloween costume for a baby to wear?
Eh.
Is it a turn-off if somebody’s teeth are stained yellow?
There are so many more important things about another person than the color of their teeth.
Which of your friends is the tallest? Which of them is the shortest?
I don’t have any friends.
Plaid, polka-dots, stripes, or stars: pick three.
Stars, polka-dots, stripes, in that order.
Do you know any quotes from Forrest Gump?
Apart from the obvious one? “Pray with me, Forrest. Pray with me.”
Do you believe in demonic possession? How about ghosts? Angels?
I don’t believe in demonic possession or angels, but I believe in the idea of ghosts existing at least in some sort of form.
Would you rather judge a singing or dancing competition? Why?
Singing, just because I know absolutely nothing about dance.
What appliance in your kitchen do you use the most often?
The microwave.
What cabinet or closet in your house do you rarely open?
The one with all my old knee-high socks in them. I just wear my walking/running socks now.
What was the mascot at your elementary school?
I think we were the St. Mary’s Lions, but our true mascot was OUR LORD AND SAVIOR
What is the most expensive restaurant you’ve ever been to? Was it good?
Probably NoTAble when I was being interviewed for that limited term instructor position at U of C. It was really good.
Have you ever fallen down in public? Did anybody see you?
I’ve bit it on the snow/ice a few times up here.
Do you scream when you go on rollercoasters? Do you close your eyes?
It’s been a LONG TIME since I’ve been on a rollercoaster. Screaming is tradition, yo.
Do you think home-made cards are better than store bought ones?
Don’t care either way.
What is one romantic movie that you enjoy enough to watch more than once?
Does Titanic count? Though personally, I’m more about the sinking than the romance.
CLOCK
HEY NERDBOMBS IT’S CLOCK DAY
I’ve mentioned the Clock Crew and Clock Day on here many times, I know. And I don’t think the group is nearly as active on Newgrounds as they used to be.
But dammit, I’m sad and nostalgic today, so have some of my favorite Clock Crew-related animations.
Not like anyone cares, but since when has such a trivial thing stopped me from blogging?
Clockday Of The Year
(Anything by TurdClock, really)
Nostalgia satisfied.
bllpp.
Someone (PERHAPS ME??????!?) needs to write a story featuring many of these words.
They’re great. I love this kind of stuff.
Line On
UGH, okay, so we’re doing STAT 213 online for this semester. I think it’s the smart thing to do, even though I’m sure it will bring some degree of anger and disappointment.
Well, LIFE is a disappointment right now.
At least I can TRY to keep people safe.
Long Boy!
It’s LONG BOY!
Long Boy (whose actual name is Tucker) is a cat I see relatively frequently on the path.
Well, I had been seeing him relatively frequently, but I think people kept reporting him as lost/missing so his owners kept him in Long Boy Prison to keep him from getting in trouble.
But he must have broken out, as I saw him trying to get into a car by the parking lot. I said “hi” to him and he ran up to me and wanted love and attention for like 10 minutes. Then he followed me for half a mile or so before he found some nice dirt to roll in and I was able to escape, haha.
Am Sad. Need Humor.
Have jokes.
Bye.
Conservatives are getting triggered by a Muppet and I’m living for it
Specifically, the BEST Muppet: Gonzo the Great.
So apparently there was a recently-aired Muppet Babies episode in which Gonzo wore a dress and called himself Gonzorella.
And the degree to which this is pissing off conservatives is HILARIOUS.
Oh No He WoRe A dReSs WhAt KiNd Of HoRrIbLe MeSsAgE dOeS tHiS sEnD
Hilarious but also sad, of course. What kind of delusional, backwards world must you live in to think that this is the biggest “threat” to children instead of, I dunno, the bi-weekly school shootings that we all get to hear about?
Fucking ridiculous.
Also, let’s be real. If there’s a canonically gender-nonconforming Muppet, we all know it’s Gonzo.
I WAS ON A GOAT THAT DAY
Let me tell you the weird dream I had about pasta.
In the dream, there is this company in northern Idaho that specializes in making pasta that is named after different metal/hard rock bands. There is nothing particularly special about the pasta itself or even the shapes – they’re just named after metal or hard rock bands. For example, the manicotti noodle shape was called “Slayer.”
I am exceptionally intrigued by these noodles in the dream, so my mom, Nate, and I take a road trip from Moscow up to somewhere past Coeur d’Alene where the pasta is sold in some huge mall. We get to the store that sells the pasta and rather than reasonable quantities of noodles being sold in boxes, they’re sold by the pair at the same price as a box (according to the company, this is so that you can mix and match shapes to your liking).
And they’re also sold on those little earring display cards.
Like, instead of this:
It’s this kind of thing:
Oh, did I mention the pasta company was called Celebrezze? That’s weird as hell because Celebrezze was the last name of my high school principal.
Guess he’s making pasta for the 1 percenters now.
Anyway.
The names of the pastas are on the backs of the earring cards and Nate’s quizzing me on matching the band names with the pastas.
I’m terrible at it.
He’s making fun of me because he thinks it’s because I don’t know my metal/hard rock bands, but really it’s because there is no logical connection between a band and what pasta shape they get.
Like, there’s no reason Slayer should be manicotti…but there’s no reason Slayer should not be manicotti, y’know?
Oh, and my mom got a new car in the dream. She just drove it right up to us in the mall because she was so excited about it. It was the same make and model of her previous car, but it was a different color.
Anyway.
Also, apparently I can still reconstruct Lead with cellular accuracy from somewhere deep in my subconscious, ‘cause he was in the car with my mom and was busy pointing out some design flaw with the odometer display that I had pointed out A MILLION TIMES BEFORE but my mom was like, “oh my god, I’ve never noticed that before, you’re so smart!” and it’s like why must he be better than me even in my dreams????
(Run-on sentence)
Except for that one dream I had a while ago where the two of us were on Jeopardy! and all of the categories were things I knew (Leibniz, SI units and measures, stats, clouds, etc.) and I smoked him. That was a great dream.
So yeah.
I say to thee: blah.
My mom left to back to the States today. We were worried about changes at the border, so we figured it was best to cut things short just to make sure she could get back.
Better safe than sorry.
Now the house is going to feel extra empty.
Oh, and I also ran 19 miles this morning…new personal record.
As if it matters.
Uh…
That’s because the present sucks, yo.
At least with the past we can reminisce and with the future we can imagine that things will be better.
But the present is in the toilet.
More Sad, Sorry
I can’t sleep in our bed anymore. I miss Jazzy too much.
Bed was her favorite, favorite place. She loved to go to bed at night; she’d run in there after me and she had a hard time waiting until I got under the covers so that she could loaf on my chest and purr as loud as she could.
The whole house feels empty without her. I don’t even want to be at home.
Everything is so sad.
Nerves
I’m so nervous about having to go back in person for teaching, yo. I’m not ready for it. COVID is still EVERYWHERE and even if there is a mask mandate campus-wide, there’s still that risk.
I haven’t been around that many people since we ended in-person classes back in March 2020, so the thought of just being in those hallways is…scary.
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