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♥ “I don’t want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don’t want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought or processed, or repair anything sold, bought or processed. You know, as a career. I don’t want to do that.” –Lloyd, Say Anything

♥ Jules: Don't you enjoy anything anymore?
Kevin: I enjoy being afraid of Russia.
-St Elmo's Fire

On the update train!
Friday, October 20, 2006 @ 10:16 p.m.

Hey, isn't this neat? You can choose up to 100 of your favourite flickr photos and get them printed on little cards--like business cards only, obviously, far more Web 2.0. I am feeling very into Web 2.0 today, and if I weren't so poor, I would definitely buy some of these.

I added a creative commons button above--it won't be there forever, but they're doing a fundraising campaign right now. Did you know that this whole site is licensed under a creative commons license? Did you know that you can add a search box to your google homepage to search the web for Creative commons content? I know, it's very exciting!

Even if you don't give them any money, perhaps you can send them a little card with one of your flickr photos printed on it.

My last conference-related discovery is second life, a VR world that seems sort of like a cross between myspace, The Sims, and a shopping mall. I looked around the site a bit and considered getting an account, but I decided that ultimately it compared unfavourably to World of Warcraft. There seems to be few opportunities for smiting in Second Life, although I understand you can do virtual staff meetings, with PowerPoint. How meta! How delightfully, and I am throwing this in mainly for James's benefit, po-mo!

Half my iTunes budget has been spent on the Gothic Archies. I like the part that goes, "You might be thinking, 'What a romp this is!'/But wait 'til you meet his accomplices." What a rhyme, especially for a novelty band!

I'm feeling especially prolix today, in case you didn't notice. Have a good weekend everyone.

Love, rockets, and interactibility,

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Dear iTunes Music Store,
Friday, October 20, 2006 @ 09:19 p.m.

NEVER recommend Sting to me again.

I'm not kidding.

Quick, someone tell me what song to download. I have a budget of $ 3.96--co-incidentally, 4 iTunes songs.

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Friday, October 20, 2006 @ 08:02 a.m.

cocomment is a tool that lets you track the comments you leave on blogs so you can see what comes after you. A way of avoiding commenting into the abyss, if you will.

(I'm going to a tech conference this week, and this was one of four helpful URLs/website names I wrote down yesterday. In some universe, we can use that figure to calculate productivity. I also ate two hot meals as part of the conference, so that should be included in the calculation somehow as well--plus, my sink is now completely broken, so eating meals away from home represents a huge check in the "not creating unwashable dishes" column.)

The best part is that if you're using Firefox, cocomment plugs in as an extension. And if you're not using Firefox, then I'm going to assume that you hate things that are cool, and therefore won't want to use this service anyway.

I'm too lazy to archive this page so it is just going to get longer and longer. And I'm OK with that.

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960 words written!
Wednesday, October 18, 2006 @ 11:16 p.m.

Gyahh. So, I don't really want to be a librarian anymore (James: "When have you ever wanted to be a librarian?") but I do want to stay in my apartment forever, because there are so many books to read. Books, and World of Warcraft, are the antidote: to paper-writing, to dirty dishes, to lunchtime meetings. All of which I have an over-abundance of today.

I bought Bitchfest, which is a compilation of essays from Bitch magazine, with the best intentions of reading it. Around the same time I borrowed What I Meant to Say from the library, thinking that I ought to balance some feminism with some, uh, maculinism? What I Meant to Say has turned out to be the far more engrossing of the two, and although a few of the articles seem to be written on the premise, "Women and men are different-- isn't that weird?" others have literally left me thinking, Really? Do men really feel that way? It's downright, dare I say, illuminating? And the essays are written by men, about what it means to be a man, so I assume they're telling the truth and not just constructing some elaborate scheme to get sympathy.

It's touted in the introduction as a book about masculinity that women might want to read, and I think that's about accurate.

Anyway I'll get to Bitchfest eventually.

I also read The End, the final Series of Unfortunate Events book, and found it unsatisfying. Nothing still makes sense! Nothing is resolved! Elaborate conspiracies come to naught! It has a strange moral ambiguity that none of the previous books even hinted at, and a gravity that I find unsettling. It's as if it is the concluding book for some completely different series, possibly X-Men or Little Women (those being two random selections, so don't read too much into it).

Finally, I read Peter and the Starcatchers, which is a Young Readers' Choice Awards nominee this year and is a sort of prequel to Peter Pan. It wasn't bad but it had too much running around and too much Two Towers-esque split-up narrative-- these two people are here doing this, this guy is over there doing that. Too confusing! Perhaps it is intended only for children, with their tender, flexible and delicious neurons. One of the writers is Dave Barry, and I've always sort of suspected that he had ADD, so perhaps that makes sense.

I wrote 960 words about Henry E. Huntington today, plus a few about Arabella Huntington (his ambitious wife), and my neurons are feeling pretty toasted.

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Paper-writing avoidance behaviours (PWABs)
Wednesday, October 18, 2006 @ 03:29 p.m.

I have a paper to write for Friday, so logically I spent a few minutes writing a Wikipedia article. It's sort of on the topic of my paper, though, so that's better than nothing. [Note: it's not very good, I might add to it later.]

I should cite my own article in my bibliography.

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It's time for another exciting round of... answering questions from my referral log
Saturday, October 14, 2006 @ 04:21 p.m.

In this feature, I answer difficult questions which have brought people to this page in the past.

This week, one discerning deletia reader asks:

Q: Do grey and brown go together?

A: No.

Richard Dawkins pisses me off.

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Saturday, October 14, 2006 @ 08:50 a.m.

A really bad night-- my screaming neighbour was screaming, again, and slamming on the walls which made my apartment shake. Until 2 in the morning. Then I didn't get to sleep until 3 (I was waiting, in case the police needed me to let them in) and then at 7.30 this morning he was at it again. Just for a second, but I've become very attuned.

(This was the most discomfiting thing. There was such silence from my neighbours' apartment for 5 hours that I had hoped, really hoped, that either the police had arrested him or his girlfriend had finally killed him.)

Then this morning I awoke to find this:

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And it felt like, for a second, everything was fine. Although I am fairly certain that everything is not, in fact, fine.

I miss the pill bugs. At least it felt like a fair fight.

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be careful how you bend me
Tuesday, October 10, 2006 @ 09:59 p.m.

I'm sick. Come back later.

I wrecked my links page, but then I fixed it. I suggest you check out this "interweb" I keep hearing about.

Also email is broken so don't even bother.

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Does not travel well
Friday, October 6, 2006 @ 11:21 p.m.

Me gusta: They Might Be Giants, They Might Not— Who Knows?

Me gusta tambien: Canadian Thanksgiving. These days I am giving thanks for a boyfriend who doesn't emotionally abuse me, like my crazy neighbour would if he was my boyfriend. I'm serious.

Today my History of the Book class went on a field trip (oh, sorry, did I say "field trip"? I meant "FIELD TRIP!") to a paper-making studio. We each got to make a sheet of paper. I learned that the word "foolscap" comes from the watermark that used to be on foolscap-sized paper, which was of a jester. As I said to James, "That is something that I have always wondered about. Seriously. Always. Although not on an ongoing basis."

I'm going away again. While I'm gone, why not try reading some Young Readers' Choice Awards nominees. YA (young adult) novels are the nutella-and-graham-cracker-sandwich of books: quick, easy, delicious, and filling.

I am reading Peter and the Starcatchers and Montmorency: Thief Liar Gentleman?. The Sea of Trolls is also supposed to be very good.

Remember: for it to really be a long weekend, we must all do nothing of consequence. I am looking at you.

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Frequently asked questions
Thursday, October 5, 2006 @ 11:10 a.m.

Q: Hey Jocelyn, is it true that...
R: NO.
Q: Really? Cause I heard that...
R: Shut up.

I'm mired in presidential libraries. How do I always end up writing papers on this weird, weird topics? It's like a disease. I can never just write a paper about, I don't know, signage or anything. No. It has to be the commemorative and archival functions of presidential library architecture. A topic about which, by the way, there are 3 books (2 of them not really good), 2 essays, and a few newspaper articles. Such an array doth not a convincing literature review make.

My practicum placement is proving to be surprisingly gratifying. Here is something about being a librarian, that I didn't actually know until recently: Your job is to help people find stuff. That they are looking for. Somehow this fact was lost in all the information theory. So, yesterday I helped an old man find some books about trains to read to his grandson's kindergarten class. I'm surprised I didn't know that I might actually like being a librarian.

It's like being a paladin... in real life. Instead of a two-handed mace I have Boolean search syntax, and instead of a studded shield I have... knowledge.

Tee hee.

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Correspondence from someone wearing an ironic t-shirt purchased on the internet
Tuesday, October 3, 2006 @ 11:03 p.m.

I can't really sleep because my neighbours on one side are screaming (again) and someone upstairs is listening to weird music, like Frank Sinatra or something, LOUD. Like, people! You live in a high rise! Work it out! Everyone should have (a) couples counseling or (b) an iPod.

I'm scared that one of my neighbours is a psychopath. I actually called the police a couple weeks ago because he was screaming death threats at someone for fifteen minutes. He's at it again tonight although apparently he hasn't quite reached the level of agitation where I can make out every word he says with complete clarity.

Actually the lounge music and violent shouting are creating a very surreal juxtaposition. I should do something equally strange to add to the mix, like write an opera or jazzercise.

I went for a long brisk walk today through some crunchy leaves. I felt like Thoreau or something. However any calm I had left from that experience is rapidly vanishing.

You know what they say: If you can't beat 'em, at least spend the time constructively by working on your paper about the architecture and function of US Presidential Libraries.

Actually, scratch that. No one says that. Except me, and even that was just the one time.

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Dear iTunes,
Saturday, September 30, 2006 @ 10:24 p.m.

What's with all the Interpol?



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Saturday, September 30, 2006 @ 10:03 a.m.

So, every time I talk to Meghan on the phone now she asks me, suspiciously, "have you been playing World of Warcraft since the last time I talked to you?" And she means playing as in, playing to the exclusion of other activities. A valid question. Because generally the answer is "yes."

However I have decided to take this weekend off because yesterday evening I played with James, an exercise that inevitably leads to my character dying. It's because I end up fighting these monsters who are 5 levels higher than me and they smite me like a tiny, well-armoured bug. And then last night when I went to sleep I had ogre-related nightmares which woke me up every hour, on the hour. My brain is resisting this reprogramming. And with good reason. I have to remember that the real world is actually better than this made-up one. One of the primary reasons why is that in World of Warcraft I've died probably 15 times, whereas in the real world I have never died. At all.

One thing I will say though... I have hardly spent any money since I became obsessive about this game. Because I have no real-world time to shop or want things, and within the game I make all my money by killing things and stealing their money.

I joined the Canadian Library Association because they can hook me up with the sweetest, sweetest newsletters of all.

Next week is Read-In Week. Read-In!

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Thursday, September 28, 2006 @ 10:20 a.m.

I'm writing a paper for my management class and am up to my cute ears in the Harvard Business Review.


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Four random thoughts, in the order they occurred to me
Tuesday, September 26, 2006 @ 06:02 p.m.

I. I'm torn on whether I like designer eyeglasses posters in the LRT. On the one hand, they objectify women and make it seem their only meaningful characteristic is their sexual appeal. On the other hand, the women being objectified are at least wearing glasses, unlike EVERY OTHER MODEL IN ADVERTISING. As a glasses-wearing woman, it makes me feel better-represented.

II. I like how so many people smile at babies and small children on public transit and in public generally. To me it bespeaks (that's right, bespeaks) a general benevolence and good will towards children that gives me hope for our society.

III. I also like old people who clip their transit passes to their jackets. It reminds me of kindergarten. I can't wait to be old so I can do embarrassing things like this without, well, feeling embarrassed. I mean, if you're old you can clip ANYTHING to yourself. No one will care. It's your right.

IV. I tried to take the shell off a hard-boiled egg by crushing it with my hand and couldn't. Eggs are a very strong shape. We should make more things egg-shaped, such as hats, cars, luggage, and shipping boxes.

It was so windy downtown today that pieces of building material, like big sheets of plywood or whatever, were falling off the tops of buildings and landing on cars. Cyclists were ducking under the overhangs of buildings. It was scary, like, everyone for him/her self. (I said four, so that one doesn't get a number, plus I don't especially think it was that "random." It was more of a report on the state of things.)

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What are you wearing? No, wait, what are you reading?
Sunday, September 24, 2006 @ 10:38 p.m.

The dungeon was quiet, but it was not quiet in a good way. It was quiet in an ominous way; it was quiet in the way of small, frightening sounds. There was a snail-like slither of water oozing down the walls and from around a darkened corner there came the low moan of someone in pain. And then, too, there was the noise of the rats going about their business, their sharp nails hitting the stones of the dungeon and their long tails dragging behind them, through the blood and the muck.

I read this book in one day: The Tale of Despereaux: Being the Story of a Mouse, a Princess, Some Soup, and a Spool of Thread, by Kate DiCamillo. I work in the children's library near my house now, on a practicum placement, so I have a certain obligation (and by obligation I mean constant temptation) to read children's lit. Which is fine with me. Particularly when there are creepy descriptions of dungeons and talking mice. I actually have a tag on all consuming for talking mice, and you'd be surprised how often I get to use it. (Three times so far.)

Any good dungeon reminds me of James Thurber's The 13 Clocks. In a good way, not an ominous way.

In World of Warcraft news, I now have a cat. It's not a magic cat (just regular type) but it's orange and its name is Josephine, just like my iPod. It's EXTREMELY cute and it bounds after me energetically. It's almost as good as having a real cat, although only almost.

There's something so delightfully ironic about killing literally hundreds of monsters and animals and people in order to loot their corpses and use the ill-begotten blood money to buy... a kitten.

A belated addition to my body-switching list.

  • Captain Picard. (In at least one episode, I forget which one. While I was staying with James in August I learned that he watches Star Trek far more than I would have supposed.) Of course, it's the TV version of space, so crazy stuff like that happens. Which is all the more reason why the other members of the crew should practice CONSTANT VIGILANCE.

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Dear Internet:
Thursday, September 21, 2006 @ 10:50 p.m.

I'm playing World of Warcraft now. I have no further interest in you. Sorry, but until you can offer me the satisfaction of smiting my enemies with an enormous hammer, I believe we have nothing further to offer each other. [That's right. In addition to being a grad student, hermit, and roving pirate queen, I am now a level 7 human paladin. With flippy hair. Fear me.]

We're on a break.

[Note: it's just a joke. The internet and I are not really on a break. Because then where would I get my real-world weather? Certainly not from going outside, that's for sure. Plus, I like checking my credit card balances online several times a week.]

I went to a pretty cool party tonight, and I got to bring home a plate of leftover party food. Shrimp for breakfast, here I come!

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Obscure Reference Books, instalment 1
Tuesday, September 19, 2006 @ 05:35 p.m.

Witness: The String Art Encyclopedia. Thanks to the miracle of inter-library loan I could have this baby on my desk in under a week.
As a future librarian, it is practically heresy for me to say this, but: some topics do not warrant their own dedicated reference book.

Never mind how I found it. Let's just stop and revel for a moment in the absurdity in publishing and library acquisitions that is The String Art Encyclopedia.

And we're done.

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Am I surprised to see you here with Lydia?
Monday, September 18, 2006 @ 10:31 p.m.

The SimJocelyn and her hot, personality-free shaggy-haired boyfriend (whose name I forget) adopted a baby. This baby is, and I am not exaggerating, the Ugliest Baby Ever. It is bald. It has a square head like the Frankenbaby. It practically has bolts in its neck. It wears a stupid little outfit. And its name is "Lydia."

I want to send it back. Perhaps it can be re-adopted-- akin to being re-gifted. I think it should have to go live in foster care. At the home of the Ugly Family.

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Two kinds of people in this world
Monday, September 18, 2006 @ 05:51 p.m.

I realized today that I have exactly the same hairstyle I had in grade 6. That's probably a bad sign, huh?

James and I have gotten rather excited about the theme song from Snakes on a Plane. I saw a segment on Ellen (side note: far and away my favourite talk show, and I think she's a very snappy dresser) concerning how they were going to select a theme song for the movie from among those submitted by fans, so I'm not sure if this is the resulting song or not. Anyway, it's awesome. In case you missed it, Snakes on a Plane is a sort of suspense/action movie in which Samuel L. Jackson gets eaten by mutated, evil sharks. With snakes in their mouths. So when they try to bite you, they shoot snakes at you. Personally, I think it's a rather contrived premise, but then I am not a Hollywood scriptwriter.

Times are strange
We got a free upgrade for
snakes on a plane.
-Cobra Starship

Like I said, awesome.

Hopefully I will be getting my iPod tomorrow. (According to the Internet, it's in Missisauga!) Then I can listen to this pseudo-band playing their samply goodness ALL. THE. TIME.

As you might be able to tell from reading the comments, James' entire worldview has been destroyed by postmodernism and reading The Rebel Sell and Neil Postman. (This is exactly what my father warned him would happen. Neil Postman ruins things for everyone.) My boyfriend is basically a nihilist now. Cobra Starship, World of Warcraft, the fact that he quit his job with no new job to go to, and my sunny disposition are all that are getting him through the night.

I have been steering clear of all things counter-cultural and depressing by reading Karrie Jacobs' The Perfect $ 100,000 House and really enjoying it. Her sensibilities are very similar to my own. I'm particularly enjoying the attacks on tract houses and subdivisions. Vindicated! However, in the absence of $ 100,000 of my very own I shall have to settle for building the perfect 100,000 simoleon house.

I fixed my toilet, but the sink is irreperably broken. Not even my thundercloud face could make it get its act together. When your own sink does not fear your wrath, you know you have lost the battle. [Note: it's still better than the bugs. No matter where I go I know where I came from. THE BRONX!]

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Girl vs. The Environment*
Sunday, September 17, 2006 @ 10:14 a.m.

[*Not the cuddly environment, with trees and squirrels and pigs that can be killed to make bacon, but the "environment" in the literary sense like we learned it in high school: vast, harsh, inhospitable and all-encompassing.]

Saturday evening, 11:40-midnight. Girl tries to fix running toilet because (a) it makes a lot of noise (b) it is a waste of water. Eventually, floating ball thing in toilet tank is suspended from the side of the tank with jewelry wire. Ingenious, yes, but not exactly a long-term solution.

Sunday morning, 9:30-10:16. Unsuccessful attempt made to clear glacially slow-running kitchen drain with (a) vinegar and baking soda (b) compressed air can (c) scowling and insults. Comforting friend (Meghan) reminds the protagonist that "even in your average one-million dollar home," drains do not drain.

The only plumbing item in my home that still functions as it is supposed to is the bathtub. I will be doing dishes in there from now on.

I hate my environment, and I need my daddy. He always knows how to fix everything.

James and I went to see Who Killed the Electric Car? yesterday and it was really interesting, I highly recommend it. It made us both really angry about incompetent, shortsighted governments, greedy corporations and ignorant consumers, so to make ourselves feel better we went to Best Buy. And if that seems ridiculous then you obviously missed the part about "ignorant consumers."

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Wiki everything!
Thursday, September 14, 2006 @ 09:41 a.m.

From the science and development network: free wiki textbooks in development for the third world. The company that is making them is seeking funding from the world's richest corporations. That's like, I don't know, knowledge socialism. (To those who don't know me: I mean that as a compliment.)

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What my new ipod looks like
Wednesday, September 13, 2006 @ 11:14 a.m.

It's lime green.
What colour of cozy should I knit for it?

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deletia likes new words
Tuesday, September 12, 2006 @ 02:32 p.m.

wikiality n. Reality as defined by a consensus, particularly in a collaborative endeavor such as Wikipedia. Also: Wikiality.

Example Citation:
"Wikiality," from populist Online encyclopedia, Wikipedia, means reality as determined by majority vote (as when scientists voted to stop treating Pluto as a planet). —"From the mouths of fake journalists," San Jose Mercury News, August 28, 2006


"Reality as determined by popular vote"-- postmodernists would argue we've been doing this all along. Your consensus reality sucks.

You know what I love? FALL! Hoodies and scarves are good (as long as the scarves aren't too wintery obviously) BUT flip-flops are still OK too! To celebrate my favourite season, I went to MEC and bought a new puffy vest today.

september haiku
student loan money
you can buy new stuff with it
but don't go crazy.

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drama! Suspense! Mistaken identity!
Monday, September 11, 2006 @ 03:43 p.m.

3 cases in which the following thought should have crossed someone's mind: "something weird is definitely going on here. It's possible that someone may have switched bodies with..."

Of course, the resulting scenes of people "trying on" their new bodies are hilarious. I just watched Small Potatoes and I love David Duchovny going, with his most serious face, "F. B. I."

I only have one disc left of X-Files Season 4, and then I will stop talking about it, I promise.

All I know is that I have learned to be wary. Whenever someone is acting in an uncharacteristic way, or if they seem to have forgotten a piece of inane personal information, a private joke, or a significant date, I am going to conclude: BODY-SWITCHER! and perform a citizen's arrest. Or possibly bring them down with some kind of FBI agent/spy/Slayer super-kick to the chest.

CONSTANT VIGILANCE is the only safeguard.

Speaking of dealing with major, major problems, the laundry room in my new building only has a card reader. All my carefully saved-up change is for naught. Stupid building of the future from the 1970s. I don't even know where I can get this musterious card. In the meantime, I'm going to have to keep wearing the same jeans over and over.

I don't understand these jokes about bears being the #1 threat to America. In my internet travels, I've seen this idea on three different t-shirts.

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to Mexico
Friday, September 8, 2006 @ 07:55 p.m.

I'm taking a class this semester called History of the Book. Today we watched an amusing old library documentary video which contained the statement, "We are an adhesive culture. We tend to use adhesive to stick things together," bemoaning the death of properly-bound books with signatures sewn together with the covers. I like these sweeping statements about what we are and are not. Like when an Olympic commentator claimed that Canada is "not a vaulting country." Like, if you say so.

Anyway, in honour of this being an adhesive culture I think I may glue some things together tonight.

I am also trying to entice Meghan to IKEA with promises of breakfast. It's important for me to have projects to work on.

I'm buying an iPod nano and, on my sister's recommendation, I am getting it engraved with either the Dewey Decimal number for portable music players or the Library of Congress call number. Which do you think is better?

DDC: 780.285
LC: ML 74.4

(Actually... to be honest... those cataloguing numbers are not very good. Neither system is really up on digital technology. Both call numbers correspond to an intersection between music and computer technology. I followed the cataloguing method used by the University of Alberta library for their MP3-related materials. I'm only including this disclaimer in case anyone comes here searching for valid information. Thou shalt not find it here.)

Finally: I went to Wal-Mart on the bus on Wednesday, on what I call a "buscapade" because it took me about two and a half hours to go there and come back. (Just for a stupid drain plug so I could do my dishes.) I saw the oldest Chinese woman in the WORLD on the bus. She was 200 years old. If I had asked her, I feel confident she could have told me about her experiences growing up during the Opium Wars.

You just kind of wasted my precious time,

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Notes from Season 4 of The X-Files
Wednesday, September 6, 2006 @ 10:13 p.m.

  • To Scully: You are in danger!
  • Q: Where do you put something you don't want to be found? A: CANADA.

The first time I watched these episodes, when they were originally on TV, I didn't understand what was happening. But now I am older (ten years older in fact!) and more mature and sophisticated in my thinking. I would like to think that more education and experience (not to mention a minor in Film and Media Studies) have made me a smarter, more informed television viewer, one who can piece together a narrative and pick up on thematic elements. As well, I am watching the episodes back to back, which means that I have a clearer sense of how they fit together. So I am glad to report that I now DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT IS HAPPENING, STILL, AT ALL. EVER.

Also: I accidentally bought the DVD set containing the most disturbing X-Files episode of all time, which I can't watch for fear of nightmares and/or incest induced migraines, so I'm not really getting my money's worth.

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everything has become so gloriously clear. Internet-clear.
Wednesday, September 6, 2006 @ 01:38 p.m.

Veronica: Dad, your hooker is here.
Keith: 'Escort,' honey. Why don't you go to your room and do your blog, or whatever you kids do?
-Veronica Mars (obviously)

I'm buying an iPod nano. I give up. My sister had the awesome idea of getting it engraved with the Dewey decimal number for portable music players. If there IS a Dewey decimal number for that. I'm on the case.

I'm also buying a printer. I'm sick of this crap.

The link of the day is to Cute Overload, a website which I think warrants this description: "it's exactly as you described it." It's all so... cute. (Baby kangaroos! Hamsters in film cannisters! Asian cartoons! And, of course... KITTENS!) I'm not sure if that's good or bad. I leave you to judge for yourself. Anyway, kudos for an accurate, descriptive title.

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Amusing nicknames used by my friends to refer to me while my arm was in a cast
Tuesday, September 5, 2006 @ 09:34 a.m.

  • Onearmalyn
  • Lefty
  • One arm McGee (or Casty McGee)

So, September. We meet again. It's that time of year again, when I return to the U of A (for the seventh consecutive fall) and almost become lost in a giant crowd of tiny, adorable freshmen, many of them with provocative things written on their t-shirts, balancing on tall heels and carrying purses. Or rather, I should say I would be lost in the crowd were it not for the fact that I am a full foot taller than most of them. I get older, but undergrads stay the same age. It's disorienting, actually. I mean, I remember when I was that age. I still am, in my mind.

I can type again, without having to calculate whether what I have to say is worth the pain and energy and exertion that will be required to express it. You know what that means: I'm about to become indiscriminate again.

Woohoo! Indiscriminate!

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