Friday, November 12, 2010

Today, I pretended to be a real live self-sufficient adult.

I kinda win.

I did a massive load of laundry, made my bed, took out the trash, and cleaned out some nasty old food from my shelf in the fridge. Didn't take too long other than the fact that I probably spent at least half an hour trying to figure out how to change the favicon for this page. [See the bunny next to the web address? Cute, huh?]

But, the downside to all of this is that I have severely procrastinated on finishing homework and work related business for tomorrow.

Also, our garbage disposal may be broken.

Let me just go crawl into my bush-house over there and avoid being a civilized person.

Sidenote: here and here. The first is the how-to and the second is the handy tool to creating a .ico file.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

I love my coworkers.

This lovely gem was left on our lounge whiteboard. Those are days of the week magnets with a "daily agenda" written under each one. It says "kill worms" under each day except Sunday where it says "break". Reminiscent of Eddie Izzard's "Dressed to Kill" standup?

"Death, death, death, death.... lunch.... death, death, death, death.... afternoon tea...."

Video contains language and mature themes, reference starts at 3:00 minutes into the video.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

I have no reasonably useful life skills.

So, I have come to the conclusion that I possess no reasonably useful life skills. Why do I say this? My roommate asked me if I had ever actually bought groceries for myself, I thought about it, had to answer no.

Also, I am sitting here eating bread and cheese. I cannot function the stove or anything that does not simply require boiling water. And sometimes I fail at that, too.

Example: In high school, I wanted to bake a cake for a friend's birthday. I won enough sympathy from my sister that she made it for me. She left me to do the frosting and decorations since she was going to sleep. I discovered that we had no frosting whatsoever, and I really didn't want to get out the mixer to make some. I decided to melt some chocolate chips and use it as a sort of chocolatey drizzle on top. I poured some into a glass measuring cup and heated it for 30 seconds. No change. They looked exactly the same. I decided 3 minutes would be sufficient to melt them into a molten pool of chocolate. After 3 minutes, I opened the microwave door, and a huge cloud of smoke bellowed out. It smelled like burnt happiness. In any case, I panicked and grabbed it with an oven mitt and dumped the contents onto my lawn in the backyard. Remember that it's the middle of the night. So there's this black oozing pile on my lawn now, and I have no cake topping. I ended up sprinkling powdered sugar on top, but I think the cake was still too hot, and I covered it with aluminum foil, so it melted into a sticky mess. That cake looked very much less than appetizing. And I've just remembered that it was for AK's birthday when we were still "going out."

Also, I've only recently tackled laundry by myself. I'm far from mastering it. I did have some white towels come out sort of orange hued because of a futon cover that was not color fast.

On the other hand, of my not-very-helpful-skills-in-everyday-life, I can crochet, MS Paint like a fiend, and hoard ephemera like a crazy person.

Here's my friend, the bus stop bunny:

Monday, November 1, 2010

Getting picked last for dodgeball. In college. Again.

And when I say dodgeball, I really mean that as a metaphor for class teams. Specifically: my ASL class split up into 3 teams with team captains to pick people who they thought had the best comprehension and understanding of video stories as a classroom exercise. Thus the dreaded fear: being picked last. Being implicitly told that we are the worst at something. Who said we were going to have to keep reliving elementary school nightmares nearly 14 years later?

It's just been one of those days.

Take me far away.