I'm entering my last APO meeting ever now.

:(

So. I just now finished my paper. (Yeah, yeah, I know. Stuff it.)

The song that comes on my iTunes shuffle as I save it?

Barenaked Ladies - "Who Needs Sleep?".

*dies laughing*

(Why no, I'm not punchy. Not at all.)

From my term paper:

"The key itself is simply an object, and it doesn't mean what readers think."

Is there such a thing as too much Firefly? I mean, I doubt the professor is going to get the reference, but still.

I'm getting punchy. That has to be it.

And tonight's going to be a rare occurrence: I'm getting caffeinated.

Ahahahahaha.

So I'm in the library, working on the annotated bibliography for my senior paper on Irish poetry.

The song that comes up on Pandora as I continue bashing my head against the reserve readings:

U2 - I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For.

That's just right. On so many levels.

Also? Paul Muldoon is an awesome, awesome person.

Also also, the due date for the "rough" (read: 20 pages of something I'd be willing to turn in as a final draft so that the professor can tear it down systematically) draft got moved. ARGH.

I have been laughing at this all day long.

Evidently, the year 1936 never happened. I'd better go fix that... Or maybe not. I hear it wasn't a very good year for a lot of people.

Do I dare
Disturb the universe?

Or should I just order pizza and stay in?

QOTD:

APO secretary, after being told to speak up: "Can you hear me now?"

Half the chapter: "Good!"

(I'm paying attention, really I am. I'm just posting this to LJ at the same time.)

Today's my first Thunder Over Louisville. Eee!

QOTD: "Ceiling Josh is watching you nominate."

I was going to post this last night, but spent most of the night fighting Satan's own sinus headache. (And I don't even have a sinus infection, is the thing. There must be something I'm allergic to.)

Anyway.

This is big, both literally and figuratively, so I'm going to just do the small, illegible version here. If you click on it, it'll bring you to the full-size scan.

( I made it onto the opinion page of the local paper. )

Alternately, it's available (and machine-readable!) on the website.

And despite what my icon says, the best part of this is the fact that I've gotten four e-mails in the last day thanking me for having the courage to write it.

Also, it may not be the first thing I've had in the paper (I'm an intern there, after all), but it's what I want to be remembered for.

ahina_gold. Your Korean boy band's on Fandom Wank. Go see!

I had to stop and think about this and make sure I'd never been to NYC. Because that's me. Sure, it might not be me me, but it's me in the same way the hedgehog is.

All the Nerd-Boys in Earshot Had a Simultaneous Moment in Their Pants

Cute nerd-girl playing scrabble #1: Did you see that episode where Data made a daughter? It was so good, and so sad!
Cute nerd-girl playing scrabble #2: Yeah, it was.
Cute nerd #1: And do you remember the episode when the little boy idolized data...
Cute nerd #2 interrupting: I remember all the episodes.
Cute nerd #1: But there was this one scene...
Cute nerd #2: I remember that scene.
Cute nerd #1: But I didn't finish...
Cute nerd #2: I remember all the scenes. Seriously. There was one time when my friend was flipping channels, and she flipped to Star Trek. And I only saw like, a quarter of a second of it, with Dr Crusher bending over a patient, and I said, "'his blood is turning to some kind of liquid polymer.'" and then Dr Crusher said, "His blood is turning to some kind of liquid polymer!" It's like when some people hear like 3 seconds of a song and can identify it. I can do that with Star Trek.

--Starbucks, 2nd & 9th

via Overheard in New York, Apr 8, 2008

Hedgehog

The snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself,
Sharing its secret

With the hedgehog. The hedgehog
Shares its secret with no one.
We say, Hedgehog, come out
Of yourself and we will love you.

We mean no harm. We want
Only to listen to what
You have to say. We want
Your answers to our questions.

The hedgehog gives nothing
Away, keeping itself to itself.
We wonder what a hedgehog
Has to hide, why it so distrusts.

We forget the god
Under this crown of thorns.
We forget that never again
Will a god trust in the world.

--Paul Muldoon

My first thought upon seeing this "death-defying" house was "That would be absolutely perfect for occupational therapy." I mean, not for little kids, of course, given that the scale of the place is what it is, but the principle is the same.

I'm not a fan of the article itself, but that house...

Really. Some filthy stinking rich OT needs to buy that place off of them. Now.

(If it makes you log in, use one of these...)

I am a very, very bad person for this. I really am.

(Also, not the best writing I've done. But the punchline wouldn't leave me the hell alone.)

I was going to make a post for Autism Awareness Day since all the cool kids seem to be doing it, but I have a big oral presentation to give tomorrow, and then when that's done I have to feed the neurotypical woman I've been keeping chained up inside me for 22 years. Wednesdays are her feeding day, after all, and she'll make another escape attempt if I leave her alone for too long.

(What? You thought those were all just sinus infections? Bitch was crawling around in the vents trying to find her way out. Just like in the movies, but with mucus.)

( April is the cruellest month, breeding curebies out of the fucking woodwork. )

And to vent, and so as to not make this post completely unproductive... I bring you a video all about Autism Awareness Month, courtesy of ASquare8 and reposted by Alex at the Autism Hub.

Castor died early this morning.

I haven't even seen him since Sunday (between the no-pets rule and the "feedings every four hours" bit, they had to stay with my cousin), but God, this hurts.

( This is about what I'm going through right now. Especially the last three. )