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| 05:49pm 12/11/2009 |
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mood:  creative music: silence, for a change
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Because we ALL loves us some grumpy-ass felines.
>:3
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| 07:23pm 12/11/2009 |
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Poopy parasites,
I discovered that my dogs have fleas. The cost for medicines to fix this is pretty high and I'm trying to save money. Surely someone here has ideas, right? |
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| Muddy River 11/12/09, 2:00 p.m. |
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| 08:19pm 12/11/2009 |
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I went over to take a picture of the oil-catching boom and only then saw the oil on the river. Why is something so awful so pretty? |
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| BUTT PUS! |
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| 07:46pm 12/11/2009 |
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I've had two incredibly painful zits on my ass for the past three or so days. They were huge mounds of thick flesh on my right buttcheek, and they made it incredibly painful to sit down, carry my backpack, or even wear pants/underwear. Today, thanks to some sweet miracle, the pus finally started oozing out. Shit's gross. I was in the bath and I saw a small blob of something green and gooey float up next to me, so I turned around to examine the bumps of evil to find that the green goo was oozing out of it. Delighted and terrified, I began to encourage the rest of the pus, which was presumably making the flesh around each bump so damnably thick, to leave my body and enter the wonderful world of my bathwater.
After a while, the pus became less green and more red, and then POP!- a thick green spherical blob squished out. I guess that's what had been plugging shit up. The pus then became clearer with red in it, and now it's mostly clear with little bits of red.
But fuck, man, I have some pretty big holes on my butt. This is gross! I'm fuckin' relieved that the pain is gone, though. That was unbearable. |
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| Two recent books in my life. |
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| 07:35pm 12/11/2009 |
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The other day, on a whim, I grabbed a book off the recent arrivals shelf of my local library. It was In the Land of Invented Languages by Arika Okrent. The author is a young linguist who made a project out of researching the history of "made up" languages--those languages invented whole cloth in most cases by idealists trying to perfect language itself.
She spends a good amount of the book discussing three of the most successful invented languages: First, Esperanto, an attempt at a universal language using mostly Latin roots, with simple grammar and syntax and pronunciation rules, with vague notions of world peace and harmony as its origins. It lives on today, is pretty easy to learn (I'm taking a half-hearted whack at it), and has a body of literature, and even a William Shatner movie.
Of course, the same can be said for the Klingon language, and Okrent explains how a few gutteral hacking noises were assembled by a scholarly linguist into a working language with hundreds of casual users and a couple dozen conversational speakers. She goes deep, taking the Klingon language aptitude exam and accompanying the Klingons as they embarrass the crap out of her at a restaurant.
And she also hangs out with the speakers of Lojban, a mind-bogglingly complicated set of logical rules that comprises a language that enables incredibly precise and non-ambiguous statements to be made. Of course programmers love it, and I can only imagine its appeal to the Asperger's community. This was a good lead in to the modern "comlang" community of people who spend an awful lot of time making up languages and arguing with others about made up languages. I suspect that many of the people reading this know a lot more about this than I do.
I enjoyed the discussion of what made an invented language a success or a failure, and about what each language actually reveals about language itself. The stories about language inventors of the past, and what lengths they took to promote their creations tell us much about human nature, ingenuity and passion. I love the inescapable conclusion that there is no such http://www.livejournal.com/update.bmlthing as a universal set of symbols: they all reveal individual and cultural influences and biases.
Today I came home to discover an autographed copy of The Sibley Guide to Trees on my front step. A friend who still works at Drumlin Farm sent it to me, an extremely thoughtful gift. (I did telegraph my great desire to own it across Facebook and Livejournal.) I haven't even flipped through it yet, but I have a long weekend to try and soak it up and use it. Alexis, her IM voice dripping with vitamin D deprived scorn, said "does it have a way to identify trees using their leafless silhouettes?" Of course it does, where appropriate. Bark, buds, and twigs are also depicted, so I believe it is a guide that will be useful year round.
The friend who got it for me described talking to Sibley about the book: "He had a great analogy comparing bird field guides of 100 years ago with the still current tree ID guides that start with ‘is it opposite or alternate’. 100 years ago the way to ID a bird was to shoot it and then look at it in your hand. He’s trying to get people to look at trees in a similar way to bird guides now where you ID from distinguishing characteristics of the whole organism – the geist of the tree as it were." Well, hopefully after this weekend I'll have an idea of what that means.
ĝis revido! |
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| High Tech Help! |
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| 06:04pm 12/11/2009 |
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mood:  exanimate music: Boucy annoying tinkle music.
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Shits! I need your help! I have procured a clever little handheld device, an iPhone Touch, and I need to know what apps are out there and what I should install on the machine. |
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| Dreams |
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| 01:36pm 12/11/2009 |
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mood:  complacent music: Black Crowes, "She Talks To Angels"
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Adults dream off and on, for a total of about an hour and half to three hours every night. The average person has about 1,460 dreams a year.
Scientists suggest that the dreams of fetuses are mostly composed of sound and touch sensations, given the lack of visual stimuli in the womb.
Elias Howe (1819-1867) said one inspiration for his invention of the sewing machine came from a nightmare he had about being attacked by cannibals bearing spears that looked like the needle he then designed.
Falling dreams typically occur at the beginning of the night, in Stage I sleep. These dreams are often accompanied by muscle spasms, called myoclonic jerks, and are common in many mammals.
In general, pregnant women remember dreams more than other populations. This is largely due to the extreme hormonal changes during pregnancy.
The quality of dreams depends, at least in part, on the stage of sleep in which the dreams occur. Dreams during REM tend to be more bizarre and detailed and have story lines. Dreams in stages 1 and 2 of sleep are simpler and shorter. Deep-sleep dreams tend to be diffused and may be about nothing more than a color or emotion.
Source: My Trivia Today newsletter. |
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| 10:02pm 12/11/2009 |
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Dear maniacs,
I need some good tips on getting over heartbreak. :(
Thanks! |
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| newbie |
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| 03:18pm 12/11/2009 |
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I'm new here but I bring you guys amusing picture of my cat if you care to use it as a macro
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| Oh Noes! Not Again! |
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| 12:48pm 12/11/2009 |
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mood:  annoyed music: Aerosmith "Kings & Queens"
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On Friday, Nov. 6, two week's pay was deposited into my checking account by my employer. The only problem was that ti was a day short - they left off a day. They are now aware of the problem and were supposed to cut me a check Monday, then Tues., then yesterday. I'm trying hard to not have to wait till I get paid again to see this money. What do you suggest? |
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| Macro my cat-dad? |
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| 01:18am 12/11/2009 |
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Alright, so I know that of the posters here, he's not the most prolific, but I've got a macro request.
I gave my father, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tenorvox his copy of photoslop that has enabled him to come up with the awesome macros he's come up with. Now I ask you, people of this community, to macro my FATHER....with cats.
I've kept these requested macro pictures on topic, because he happens to be in the frame with cats! they're not the funniest pictures ever, but I do think that something could be made from them....
Also, I thought it would be a nice gift for him since he's got a seriously busy weekend. He's singing ALL the male parts in Carmina Burana for the Seattle Symphony this weekend. Wish him luck.
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| taste the death |
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| 04:14am 12/11/2009 |
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So I had really bad heartburn and, in absence of a regular anti acid that tastes like fake fruit or something, I was forced to use baking soda. The taste almost makes me ill but this was incredible amounts of pain.
So it started to work within moments... Then the acid plus the baking soda caused burps. Not just burps... Burps that taste like death. I've farted and claimed it sounded like death. But this is the first time I've ever burped and tasted death. I might be dying. It's been two hours of burping. I am not sure why it is going on for so long. I almost threw up a few times. Anyone else have experience with death-burps?
Update: Just puked whatever is in my esophagus up into my mouth (I have trouble swallowing in the first place). The death taste is indescribable. The taste make me puke more. How can anything be so vile? |
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