"I wish I had a Bedazzler."
Category : Life of Giang
Today I learned…
…just because my speakers say “Bluetooth” on the box doesn’t mean they should be used via(? on? with?) Bluetooth. They are still the best speakers I’ve ever had. I feel like I can practically reach out and touch Tom Chaplin. ;)
Part of your world
Hearing the song, “Part of your world” from the Little Mermaid always makes me want to cry.
Our Black Phoebe
Margot (2008-2011)
We’ll miss you, Margot.
Another one bites the dust
And lo, I have killed another laptop!
I write from George I (who made a miraculous comeback after we replaced his motherboard) to report that George II has died.
I shall name my new laptop Doc, after Martin, Brown and Who.
/salute George II
It’s-a hot, hot, hot!
It’s King Curt to you!
Last weekend, we hiked up Kelso Dunes in the Mojave Desert. No booming sand, unfortunately, since it rained the day before we went.
Then, I turned 32! Other than a marked uptick in my level of general annoyance with most other human beings, the passage of my 31st year of life was unremarkable. Nice dinner with the family, new plants in the garden.
And new birthday stuffs, including a set of Pre-Code Hollywood films. I’ve watched one out of the six movies, and was mildly entertained. The actual printed Hays Code, however, was good for some serious guffaws:
Pictures shall not infer that low forms of sex relationship are the accepted or common thing.
Adultery, sometimes necessary plot material, must not be explicitly treated, or justified, or presented attractively.
In general passion should so be treated that these scenes do not stimulate the lower and baser element.
[Seduction or Rape] are never the proper subject for comedy.
Sex hygiene and venereal diseases are not subjects for motion pictures.
Law, natural or human, shall not be ridiculed. By natural law is understood the law which is written in the hearts of all mankind, the great underlying principles of right and justice dictated by conscience. By human law is understood the law written by civilized nations.
Revenge in modern times shall not be justified. In lands and ages of less developed civilization and moral principles, revenge may be sometimes presented.
Because of its evil consequences, the drug traffic should not be presented in any form. The existence of the trade should not be brought to the attention of the audiences.
[Dances] with movement of the breasts, excessive body movements while the feet are stationary violate decency and are wrong.
Pretty awesome. :)
An offering to the muses (along with van Gogh’s ear)
What the hell is wrong with Henry James? I’ve started reading “The Golden Bowl”, and I am having a really hard time understanding what it is that he thinks he’s saying. I sense, between the lines, he is speaking some sort of clever American expatriate language that may be purposefully difficult for me to comprehend. Just the type of inaccessibility English doctoral candidates have naughty dreams about.
In a fit of pique, I googled “What the hell is wrong with Henry James?!” Number one result?
The Mystery of Henry James’s Testicles.
Sometimes the universe makes more sense than you think.
Shhhhhss…
Things I can do when spending extra time at home working that I can’t do when I’m at the office:
1. Test the lame electrical output next to my desk and look up “Open Neutral“.
2. Daydream about fixing all the outlets in my house and saying, “TADA!” to Curt when he comes home.
3. Watch a Shiba Inu talk in his sleep.
4. Scold Margot for catching a lizard to use as a chew toy.
5. Pet my cats.
6. Do a load of laundry.
7. Make a list of what I’m going to reward myself with when this article is finished.
8. Look up what I’ve missed on the last season of Desperate Housewives.
9. Watch hummingbirds come to feed at my hummingbird feeder.
10. Make a list of things that I’ve been able to do while I’m writing my article.
AND IT’S ONLY 10:40 AM! Working at home FTW!!
The oriole has landed!
I’ve been putting out oranges and other oriole-luring items out on my bird tree, and today I see the oriole eating right out of the feeder! My bird book says they don’t do this, and I was like, “Huh! Bucked that trend of evolution, eh!”
And then after taking some photos of it through my window screen, I see that it’s in fact, not an oriole at all, but a Black-Headed Grosbeak, which readily eats seedy bits from feeders.
I = n00b.