Wednesday, June 28, 2006

I think I'm immune to painkillers. Ibuprofen and acetaminophen don't seem to work in any amount, and morphine appears to make my whole body ache. The time has come to demand true migraine medication. Shall do that next week.

I'm out at my parents' farm for my mid-week-weekend. Today we went on a wildflower safari. It's always a safari out here.

Monday, June 26, 2006

Done! And I even wrote "Crakespeare" in my exam (except I only used it once...I got nervous. But I sure didn't say "Shakespeare" at all in the exam. For all the prof knows, I'm under the impression that all the plays we've taken during this entire Shakespeare course were written by someone named Crakespeare). And I even went for a walk...outside...after my exam (but not for long; there were mosquitos and I was carrying books).

Hopefully I won't neglect the Literary Theory page I started, but I must say, I just might never think about literary theory again.
Aw, gosh... I missed the LBC Banana Relay fundraiser. I love banana relays...not that I've actually been in one for many a year. Last summer I got to be in charge of the card game segment, where kids would run and run until they got to me, and I'd throw a deck of 82 cards all over the ground and make them pick it up before they could go on. Another time I buried matches in the sand in the beach, and the kids had to find them so that they could run a mile more and light a fire. And then after all the kids had come by and we were still on the beach, I tried to see if you can light one match off another by rubbing the heads can, but it's best if you don't have a handful of matches. My whole bundle of matches went up in flames. Actually...maybe it's a good thing I wasn't in the fundraiser.
My Lit Theory prof talked at me about doing honours again today. Maybe that's what I ought to do, before I think about doing a Master's. Perhaps.

So who else is willing to finance my decision to always write "Crakespeare" instead of "Shakespeare" on my Shakespeare final this evening?

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Ah, finally my mad-English-knowledge might prove useful. I have to post this on my blog because the person who asked me was all "OFFLINE!" when I tried to reply.

Question: What's the difference between a moped and a scooter?

Answer: Wikipedia would have you believe that small scooters generally fit the definition of a moped. Here's my answer: "moped" is the past tense of "mope." I don't think scooters really fit that definition, even generally. Hope this helps!

Saturday, June 24, 2006

The end's in sight: I have a take-home final due Monday, and my other final is Monday evening. I think I'll attempt to clean my room after that, and possibly venture outside. I'm getting a little delirious from being inside all the time.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Woot! Last day of classes. Now I have time to make beep-beep sounds. In literary theory today, someone brought up some point or other about Shakespeare, and the prof said, "But Shakespeare isn't art," and I accidentally laughed out loud (I was the only one). Apparently, she meant that Shakespeare is a person, and his writing is art, but I thought she was just commenting on how Shakespeare is actually crappy. And then in Crakespeare class we watched the BBC version of King Lear, and I laughed out loud in that, too. Well gosh, if it's a tragedy then they shouldn't be saying "Boo hoo. Boo hoo," should they?

I set up my computer so that I can talk to it, but it doesn't listen very well. It often ignores me because of my accent ("Accent?" you say. "What accent?" Well, you've got to talk in a German accent if you're ordering your computer to "launch ze nucleah missiles"). And I'll be in the middle of typing something and it will suddenly paste everything on the clipboard into my document (it's happened twice while I've been typing this post), and then I'll be listening to some music and it will suddenly tell me a knock knock joke. Oh, and it's name is Banjo. You have to say "Banjo" before you give it a command.

Sunday, June 18, 2006

Dog River isn't all that impressive. I should have gotten a picture of the backs of the buildings, they were much more interesting. It always seems to rain when we go on excursions; the dirt roads were almost impossible (at least that's what the signs said: "Road improbable when wet." Well, maybe more like "impassible," but my version's more accurate).

No bee-face pictures this time, but I do have a great sock-knot picture. It looks pretty comfortable.

Friday, June 16, 2006

I started proofreading for Project Gutenberg. I've been working on...Shakespeare... And it's even worse Shakespeare than normal because it's a book from the 1600s, with wrong spellings and v's for u's and whatnot. And lots of footnotes that need reformatting. I also did one page from a 1920s encyclopedia, but that was long and boring, except for all the editorial comments. I don't know why they even bother to do biased, outdated encyclopedias. Nobody's going to read it.

I've pretty much finished both my Shakespeare essays for next week, so other than finetuning Crakespeareanism, I'm almost Shakespeare-free! Well, except for the proofreading, but at least I don't have to think about the text in that. I had originally planned to read every Shakespeare play (the ultimate sacrifice!) for my Crakespeareanisming. Maybe I'll delay that for a while. Enough Shakespeare. Gosh. Time for lit theory.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

This is the frightening bobblehead that lives beside my desk at work. The evilness of its face is entirely unneccessary. Creepy thing...wielding chicken...

I'm very proud to have invented a new method of literary criticism. I'm still working out the details, but you can check out my new Crakespeareanist Theory here. I expect it to gain immense popularity within the literary criticism community in the future (actually probably not....I seem to be the only person who doesn't think Shakespeare was a genius. I almost accidentally called him Crakespeare in class the other day. How embarrassing.) Bah, people and their Crakespasming. I actually used to like Shakespeare.

I'm hoping to swing by Dog River (home of Corner Gas!) next weekend on my way to Father's Day festivities at my uncle's. (Father's Day festivities are almost as exciting as Boxing Day celebrations.) Last year we detoured in order to drive by the Corner Gas town, but ended up getting lost as we tried to take gravel roads (mostly dirt roads that were closed because of flooding) the rest of the way. That reminds me, I should find my video of the Enraged Badger to post.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Been doing pretty much nothing but reading for classes this weekend. I read the whole Feminism section in only 8 or 9 hours! Gosh I hate Feminism. I think it's just an urban myth. Feminists frighten me as much as bobble-head dolls (which I've also been threatened with an unusual amount lately...blasted Colonel Sanders).

I also got a letter from the Physics Department: "I encourage you to continue on in your university studies, especially in Physics. ... We hope to see you in intermediate and advanced Physics courses in the future."

It would appear that I'm suddenly registered in an anthropology (although I majored in Anthropology for my very first three days of university). I really wish I could take World Music instead, but it's off-campus.

It just occurred to me that the Britons haven't called in a long time...I feel snubbed.

Back to homework now.

P.S. drawings are now located here.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

My lit theory prof asked me today if I'd thought about doing honours or masters (or both) in english. My reply: "I used to. The reason I chose not to is because I hate english...but not this class. This class is awesome." Which is completely true. She said something like "Oh good...I mean, it's too bad you didn't enjoy your other english classes, but good that you like this one." I can't would seem that I have some sort of aptitude for english. It's kind of like when I decided to leave music performance (except I liked that, a lot). People used to ask me why I changed out of music. They never seemed to understand that there was no reason, so I started saying "because I do stupid things." Like english, I guess.

It would appear that I've gotten a scholarship for this summer...but I have to take an additional class. Unfortunately, all the easy classes are either half over or full or the wrong time or off-campus. I'm not sure if I really want to take another class, even though I'd get full tuition. Actually, that's not true; I know darn well I don't want to take any more classes than necessary. We'll see what develops.

Crakespeare class was awesome today. Because I left halfway through. I think I've encapsulated the very complex meaning of Crakespeare perfectly: Crakespeare in the Lapsionary.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

I can't believe my English prof marked things like "split infinitive" on my essay. Split infinitive? Split infinitive?? Basically, that means you're not allowed to say "to quickly run," you have to say "to run quickly." First of all, the split infinitive is an urban myth; the only reason it was ever a "rule" in English is because they used to model written English on Latin, and in Latin the infinitive is all one word, so you can't separate it. What if I want "to boldly go" where no one's gone before? Apparently I'm not allowed to. Bah, Cringlish (ah, another word that belongs in the lapsionary). On the other hand, only two weeks left of classes.

Friday, June 02, 2006

  • This is the awesomest ad I've ever seen.

    "This Advertisement for the new Honda Accord was shot in real time with no CGI involved in the sequence. It required 606 takes and cost $6 million to shoot and took 3 months to complete."

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Oh that's awesome...somebody came to my drawing site looking for "jaden drawings."
  • MÄ“gan's Dictionary - That's right...I've started my own special dictionary. It's pretty bland at the moment, and far from complete. But I'll be concentrating all my efforts on it for a while, and will add more words as they come up.
This weekend is Mosaic. I've only ever been to it once, when I was significantly younger. And then a couple years ago Amy and I helped our cousin man his chainmail booth in the English pavillion at the Saskatoon Folk Fest. That experience was dominated by this, "Angel" from the crazy fortune-telling booth beside us (my gosh, when she bent over her entire upper body disappeared! It was truly remarkable). And also a bus ride with a bunch of loud drunk people.