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aw, my puppy! puppy... aw. it's not possible, i'm sure, to properly express my affection for him. i think i'll make some tea.

more midnight looniness: aren't japanese teacups beautiful?

last night i dreamt...

+there were a ton of people at my house. ninglor and jennaria had brought a full-size alligator and were hiding it in my little sister's room with randwise_gamgee's help. claire ran to tell me; the alligator started... doing something bad? and my dad had to wrestle it (o.0) while i called 911, but they kept putting me on hold. then i posted to livejournal and versaphile im'd me to say the whole thing should go in fandom_wank.

+guinevere33 and i were rollerblading on an ice-skating rink with my cousin kyndra, my friend rachel, and a bunch of other people. rachel insisted on crossing the road when it wasn't safe.

+i was my own paternal grandmother, seducing my grandfather in a library. i had a tiny little bottle of liquor. it looked like a perfume bottle.

+i was a victorian lady having a gay marriage with another victorian lady. there were old-fashioned cameras and everyone was in victorian clothes, but the wedding seemed to be taking place in my sister's elementary school cafeteria, with the photos taken on the stage. there were victorian lamps set up at various places on the linoleum floor.

+i was miserably trapped in this horrible high school, being forced to play the oboe by a 'music appreciation' teacher who knew nothing about the instrument. i snuck into the room and stole the oboe while exchanging acid, barbed remarks with her, and took the elevator to the school lobby. it was snowing. we were right on the ocean. wax_jism came in to pick me up on a little yacht with a teeny tiny bathroom that was very difficult to shower in.

hmf

augh, still no poppet.

do you still have your shetland ducks icon? i found mine on the laptop hd the other day, heh. :>

today from theonion.com

The Ten Commandments Ruling
"At the rate the liberals are going, it won't be long before our country has an official policy mandating the separation of church and state."
-Stanley Welty, Systems Analyst

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bwahhahaha. speaking of surreal. the lj times, a parody of... the washington times? with lj feeds. hnk linked it, i dunno where she got it.

snacky's law

what exactly is snacky's law? and the corollaries? does anyone have them down somewhere?

edit: ask and wax_jism shall provide. she googled it, of course.

You guys know Godwin's Law(+), right?

Well, I want a new law. I want a law that says: Whenever two (or more) groups of people are arguing, anywhere on the web* (usenet, mailing lists, message boards, blogs, etc.), inevitably, someone on one side of the argument (regardless of age or gender) will compare the group on the other side to "those bitchy girls who made everyone's life hell in high school."

If I've learned anything at all from Internet Retard Slapfights, that's it.

Additionally: When this happens, if the person who made this comparison is validated with tales of "just how mean the bitchy girls were to ME in high school," the argument is over, and the side making the comparison has lost.

If however, the other side responds with the EXACT SAME COMPARISON, both sides have lost, and the argument should be declared dead for all eternity.

(I know, that last part is wishful thinking.)

So, there's the new law. Call it Snacky's Law, call it The High School Bitches Law, call it The Stop Yer Whining and Move On Law, hug it and pet it and call it George, whatever, but you all should know, I'm putting it into effect as of right now. *g*

*I thought at first this law should be applicable only to Fandom arguments, but I've seen it happen on corners of the web, far, far away from Fandom, so it goes for every internet argument.-snacky

+ Godwin's Law from snacky's link:

Godwin's Law     prov.     [Usenet] "As a Usenet discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one." There is a tradition in many groups that, once this occurs, that thread is over, and whoever mentioned the Nazis has automatically lost whatever argument was in progress. Godwin's Law thus practically guarantees the existence of an upper bound on thread length in those groups. However there is also a widely- recognized codicil that any intentional triggering of Godwin's Law in order to invoke its thread-ending effects will be unsuccessful.

ETA: i still want any corollaries you can remember!

who am i? navel-gazing! meant to be a sentence but i can never decide exactly what i mean.

i'm a very judgmental person. i watch alertly and consider all the input i can get and try to figure people out. and i file them in little boxes, temporarily. i often forget eventually why i've put someone in a certain mental box, like 'ditz' or 'bitch' or 'hypocrite.' but that doesn't stop me from putting them there. and i have tons of boxes for things too. which is kind of surprising given how bad i am at remembering conventional trivia--oh well. anyway, i don't ever entirely withhold judgment. even the 'withholding judgment' mental box has tags and notes sticking out of it. and my mental files for people have sticky notes all over them. the evaluations i make of people's characters aren't easily revoked, either--i'm stubborn, i guess. my good opinion, once gained, is remarkably loyal, and once lost is unlikely to return. i go with intuition a lot. it works for me. i suppose the flip side of being so analytical, and so oriented to observing and evaluating and describing everything, is that bad word, then--'judgmental.' and the flip side of loyalty is holding grudges--theoretical grudges, if not emotional ones. i'm don't hate things for a long time, but i'll still have them in the 'earned an extremely poor opinion' box, and anything associated with them will get a 'poor opinion' sticky note. ahhh, fun with metaphors.

this is a song that i love with great love which is NOT shameful or irrational.

substitution

the ricotta was past its expiration date and there was a wee spot of mold on the lip of the container. i added a few forkfuls to the sauce i was making anyway but then chickened out and threw the rest away. i had to make do with pouring in some milk and pre-grated parmesan. the result doesn't taste a LOT different: most of the flavor comes from the olives and garlic. but the ricotta's sweetness cut the smart of the olive oil a little. i'm not sure if i can eat a second bowl... ::licks teeth thoughtfully::

i want the whole damn soundtrack from kabhi khushi kabhie gham. the songs i have i keep trying to sing, and i don't even know the real sequence of phonemes, let alone what they mean. i'm like 'lecha lecha, hmhm hm lecha lecha.' ::sigh::

i was thinking of treating myself to another showing of potc since it turns out my checking account, far from overdrawn, has all the money i put in it before AND all the money i deposited today. but even though it's wednesday, that theatre has no listings in the paper! i'm annoyed. and they don't even have their phone number there. well... hmf.

alan rickman should wear historical costumes more often.

it reminds me of his official slogan. alan rickman: odd strange craggy gothic face with a really nice mouth in it and the ability to look like holyfuckingohmygod in a historical costume a;lskdjfa hands a very nice neck the voice of sex god. hmmmm. there's something about it. the historical costumes, i mean, not his voice--there's something about the voice too, i'm sure. historical costumes are sexy on, well, a lot of people. but for some reason... eh. on with the guh.

( four of alan in historical costume. )

meet miss spider

i promised a picture of the spider. i forgot that our yard is, almost literally, a jungle. it's hard to see Miss Spider properly against such a brilliantly green background.



counting legs, she's close to as large of the palm of my hand and has some yellow markings on the black, you can see. also, she's done something very fascinating with her (humongous) web--there are these zigzaggy places where the silk is so thick it's impossible to miss, really visible, and bright white, not at all transparent. i mean, short places like mends, sorta, where this thicker stuff zigzags back and forth across the web. fascinating. pretty.

holy commitment rings, batman!

i keep seeing the term 'matelotage' come up in pirate stories. english and french dictionaries failed to turn anything up, but at last i googled. and what do you know? it really WAS a formalized kind of gay marriage!

Pirates are hardly part of normal society, but it is of some interest that they had a formal, and sexual, male bonding relationship called matelotage (pp.128-30). This may have originated as a simple master-servant relationship, but Burg leaves no doubt that it came to be seen as a formal and inviolable relationship which gave both parties access and possession of each other's property. Not quite "marriage," but a relationship with clear parallels. -lesbian and gay marriage through history and culture

Most pirates, however, were not very promiscuous. They formed close bonds with one of their comrades, their "messmate." These pairings were considered sacred unions, and the lovers were treated as a couple. Called "matelotage," this bonding had many of the features of mixed-sex marriage, including the inheritance of property by one partner in the event of the other's death. -a 'yaquina bay oysters' page

The 'brethren of the coast', as they were called by the French historians Dutertre and Labat, inhabited a world without women. Even despite their reported lack of personal hygiene, they seem, however, to have entered into same-sex marriages, known as matelotage. -worldsurface.com

ETA: calichan has this to add:

Aside from that, matelotage itself is the art of tying ropes into knots. ^_^ "The art of tying the knot" in other words. ^_~ I've only found pages on that in French.

http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/jp_perroud/matelota.htm

I'm not going to translate the whole thing but... "Matelotage is the art of working with ropes. On ancient sailing vessels, the ropes represented the vital elements for the success of the voyage, the survival of the crew, the ship, and its cargo. The sailors who didn't have quarters benifited from it in rest and repose. In small moments of leisure, they passed them on the bridge. They played with the ropes that hung down from the pulleys on the ship. They thus learned to make rings, carpets, and protective covers for the ?espares? and many decorations from the cords. When a cord was worn out or broken because of wear from passing through the pulley, the sailors were quick to repair or replace it." The rest is pretty much about how to do matelotage yourself (...the ropework, not the pirate buggering). Since matelotage is the art of tying knots and les matelots are sailors... I would venture a guess that their word for sailor came from "people who tie knots." Hm. I'd have to look into that.