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Personal
The stuff about me and my life. The “diary” side of blogging.
Limerick for a Swan
When I dropped into the #flickr channel today on lunch, the denizens were tossing around limericks for the various regulars. Cygnoir hadn’t been graced with one yet, so I managed to come up with the following:
Cygnoir’s on a poetry kick
but finding a rhyme for her nick
isn’t easy to do
so I hope when I’m through
she’ll laugh ‘staid of aiming a kick!
Not bad for coming right off the top of my head. :)
Just a hint, really
So Assemblage 23 is playing at the Vogue tonight, and I’ve been tossing around whether or not I want to go — balancing the desire to see a decent band with the fact that it’s on a Wednesday night.
So what’s the first track that iTunes chooses at random when I turn it on after getting home from work?
Assemblage 23 ‘Divide’.
Sometimes I think this computer knows me far too well.
Update: No matter how well my ‘puter thinks it knows me, I’m still feeling the effects of my neighbor keeping me up until around 3am on Sunday night/Monday morning. 8:40 in the evening, I’m yawning, and my eyes are drooping. No mid-week concertgoing for this boy…at least, not this week.
“Divide” by Assemblage 23 from the album Failure (2001, 6:01).
Happy Birthday, Mom!
Today’s my mum‘s birthday!
And, of course, I’m sure that she’s 29. Again. ;) That’s just the way it works, right?
Happy b-day, mom!
Memory Maps
As far as memes go, this is one of the best I’ve seen yet. After discovering Google Maps‘ new satellite-view option, Matt Haughey took a screenshot of his childhood neighborhood and used Flickr‘s annotation feature to mark it up with memories of his growing years. This inspired the memorymap tag and the Memory Maps group — and I’ve added four Memory Maps covering my younger years.
This first one is an overview of the South Muldoon Road area, where the majority of my growing years were spent. Covers two neighborhoods, two houses, and two elementary schools.
The second shot zooms in a bit on one of the two neighborhoods, and covers from first through third grade. We actually moved to the other neighborhood in the middle of my third grade year, but parents kept me at the same school to finish out that year as it was still within easy driving distance. Not quite as many memories on this one as on the next, as I was much younger then.
Shot number three covers everything from fourth grade until I moved out of my parents’ house after high school graduation. Lots of memories buried in this one — friends houses, play spaces…make sure to check out all the notes on the photo for some fun stories.
For the last in the series, we move a few miles north to my high school (the best six years of my life! Um…wait…nevermind…). Without being able to zoom into classroom-view resolution (which isn’t likely to happen, as it would involve ripping off the roof of the school), I’ve done the best I could to point out pertinent bits.
Fun to do. Not a bad way to revisit the old stomping grounds, either, since I can do it from the comfort of my apartment here in Seattle! ;)
“Thorns (Distant Vocals)” by :Wumpscut: from the album Born Again (1998, 5:50).
Countdown…
…one month ’till my birthday. May 3rd, I hit 32.
And before you make any cracks, it would do you good to realize that with a little practice, it’s amazing how fast us old fogeys can scoot along in our walkers, and canes just give us an extra couple feet of reach when whuppin’ you young whippersnappers.
Oh, and as long as I’m being amusingly un-subtle, here’s my Amazon wishlist. Just in case. ;)
“Phorever People (Tee’s Flying Dub)” by Shamen, The from the album Phorever People (1992, 8:41).
Slut!
I picked up a cute test from Melissa: The Ethical Slut Test (yes, it’s yet another of those LiveJournal quiz memes…deal with it!).
My results (without the huge photo):
True Ethical Slut
Whoa! You scored 31 Sluttiness Points and 17 Ethics Points! Interesting…Doesn’t sex just kick ass? You love it and your friends love it and your playmates love it. Sex is that overflowing bowl of ice cream you just have to share with the world. Because maybe, just maybe, if we can get more happy good sex out into the world, we can make it a happier place for everyone in it. You know how to communicate about what you want and how to listen to your partner’s desires. You even use your turn signals. You’re just an all around good person. You are one of the beautiful people.
Compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 71% on Sluttiness
You scored higher than 52% on Ethics
I can cope with that.
“Nothing Compares 2 U” by Prince and the New Power Generation from the album Hits/The B-Sides, The (1992, 4:58).
Snapshots from an evening
Two girls finish their drinks, grab their coats, and leave their table. As they pass, one of them — a cute, short brunette — stops and turns to me. “You look really good. I just want to jump you!”
I, in my infinite wisdom and being my usual suave self, reply with, “Oh! Ah…thanks!” And they turn and head out the door.
(This led to a conversation with Melissa where, after I good-naturedly complained about this, she assured me that: women don’t “just say” things like that; that I am attractive, whether or not I’ve ever been able to drill that into my head; and that were it not for the little complication that I have a girlfriend, she’d gladly jump me — all of which are wonderful for the ego. Yay!)
Spring Forward
Don’t forget to set your clocks forward an hour before you go to bed tonight, everyone!
(And thanks to Prairie for reminding me, otherwise I would have…)
“Make Up Your Mind” by Swayzak from the album Isola D’Amore (2003, 4:35).
It’s all in the name…
From an IRC conversation in #flickr this morning: how I first caught Prairie’s eye, and some very abnormal psychology.
djwudi: :nods
cygnoir: AHA! MUD person!
cygnoir points points.
djwudi: not quite…
djwudi: much as it shames me to say this — too many years in Yahoo! Crack
djwudi: when my work ‘puter wouldn’t let me install an IRC client
cygnoir: aaaah.
cygnoir: i used to hang out in the trivia rooms.
djwudi: I was in the Alaska rooms for years
cygnoir: as ‘HoneyIsBeeBarf’ and also ‘cygnoir’ and ‘halsted’ too.
djwudi: I had quite a few names
djwudi: started with djwudi
djwudi: most of the others…well, things just went downhill
djwudi: though I met my g/f because I was using the name ‘pyropedonecrobestiality’
cygnoir hehs.
cygnoir: whoa.
djwudi: she figured anyone with a name like that had to have some actual intelligence behind it
cygnoir: safe bet.
djwudi: it’s the short version of something a friend of mine came up with
cygnoir: so you have sex with dead, aflame, underaged animals.
djwudi: he and his g/f at the time were in an abnormal psych class
cygnoir: er not you.
djwudi: and one boring day, they strung together every term they could think of, then had to figure out what it meant
cygnoir: but the theoretical you.
djwudi: I don’t remember the entire actual word, but it ended up being the fear of being forced to pretend to have sex with an underaged, flaming, dead animal in a small, crowded wading pool at 14,000 feet.
cygnoir laughs.
cygnoir: then claustro and agora and hydro have to be in there.
cygnoir: and acro
djwudi: found it
djwudi: Pseudocoitoxenohematomysonecropyrobestio-acroclaustro-ochlohydrophobia
djwudi: The fear of being forced to pretend to have sex with the unfamiliar bloody infected corpse of a flaming animal at 15,000 feet in a small crowded wading pool.
bringo: oi veh
julian_the: …
djwudi laughs
djwudi: and there’s a conversation killer!
wirehead_: My my.
djwudi: and that’s responsible for getting me my girlfriend
djwudi: i’m not quite sure what that says about us
Whatever it says about us, I’m glad it caught her eye. :)
“Doctorin’ the Tardis (12″)” by Timelords, The from the album Doctorin’ the Tardis (1991, 8:16).