The Daily Adventures of Mercat

So I totally forgot that today was Fat Tuesday and that tomorrow is Ash Wednesday. I think this will be the first Ash Wednesday I'm not going to church. I mean, I may have not gone last year but I don't remember.

Anyway, I'm in a terribly mood to deal with people and that will basically be a big sign tomorrow "HELLO I'M NOT A CATHOLIC" and I just don't want to deal with any of that right now... Bleh. I've been like that all day. Not in a people mood. I know exactly why, too, it's just that I happened to read several things that made me in a don't-want-to-argue-with-people mood. First of all, a random article that had caused a Twilight discussion (yeeeeah, I'm a comment reader). I don't want to dislike it just to be a literature snob, but it worries the feminist side of me that so many young girls think it's so good. I mean, for people who know it's not written that well (I did find it so boring I never made it to the point where the plot showed up) and enjoy it as fluff, cool beans, that's fine. But when I'm in a mood like this I also want to encourage people to read good stuff... like Shakespeare, haha... But yeah, sometimes I find it hard to balance encouraging people to learn with shoving it down their throats a little just for sake of argumentative convenience. I'm not the type of person who likes to argue, I just don't like being put at odds with friends. So that's where that comes from. Secondly, an article about the whole atheists-in-america and militant-christians thing, which just always gets me a little riled and anxious. Bleh. And then we went to our Girl Scout meeting where there were nine roughly third-to-fifth grade girls and THEY'VE NEVER HEARD OF THE BEATLES and lately I've been frustrated that kids think High School Musical and Miley Cyrus and that shit is the Best Thing Ever and I just hate pop music so much for so many reasons and I really didn't want to deal with a bunch of annoying girls who've never heard of the Beatles. I now know why I hung out with boys in gradeschool rather than girls, and why I grew into being able to hang out with girls again. It's a maturity or intelligence (or FORETHOUGHT) issue and it explains so much. I just don't like that age group of girls, apparently.

BAH. So, yes, not in a people mood.

Oh my god there is this girl (who is sitting in the other room and it's driving me crazy) and she starts EVERY sentence with "it's one where". Regardless of actual context. If she's explaning something, it's "it's one where". FUCKING LISTEN TO YOURSELF, IT DOESN'T EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

That's another thing, I've been wanting to jump on people all day for grammar and usage stuff. Not in a people mood.

OH. Oh. Oh my god. So we were hanging out after Girl Scouts waiting for the last mom to come, and two of the girls in Phi Rho were talking about this guy at work who is kind of awkward and apparently only undeleted his facebook to say he was in a relationship with his new girlfriend but OH MY GOD IT WAS BEN CHRISTOFF THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT. I love Ben :C He was such a goofball in high school, and I mean I haven't really talked to him lately but I see him going to and from class and it's not like he grew a stalker beard and shuffles around or something. So I dunno. That just breaks my heart really, because he was a really awesome friend in high school. Lol I remember him playing guitar and harmonica with Mr. Bosticco. Oh lordy. Good times. I miss high school =)

http://www.middletownjournal.com/n/content/oh/story/news/local/2008/10/30/mj103008mccrabbminge.html

Three bouts of cancer alter band director's perspective
By Rick McCrabb
Thursday, October 30, 2008

SPRINGBORO — Weeding the flower garden and running the sweeper will have to wait.

Stephanie Minge has more important issues. Like life and death.

For the third time since 2005, Minge, a 29-year-old band director of the Middletown middle schools, is battling osteosarcoma, a rare form of cancer that typically affects children.

"It's been an adventure," she said Wednesday, Oct. 29, while sitting in her Springboro living room. "Right now I take it one day at a time. Otherwise, it becomes too overwhelming. You start asking, 'Why is this happening to me?' "

Some questions don't have answers.

Minge's cancer can't be traced to her family tree or her unhealthy lifestyle. Someone threw a diseased dart and Stephanie Minge was its target.

Minge calls herself "a planner," which works perfectly until someone rewrites your calendar.

Four years into her marriage, Minge figured she'd be a mother, fixing nightly dinners and sharing humorous stories with her husband, Sammy, about their band members.

As cancer sometimes does, it sprang a surprise attack on Minge. Three years ago, she complained of chest pain, and several doctors told her it probably was a pulled muscle from lifting her students' musical instruments.

Then, a few months later, she discovered a large lump near the top of her sternum. On Dec. 5, 2005, doctors dropped the "C word."

"I was shocked," she said of the devastating diagnosis.

The cancer was so rare that doctors at Kettering Medical Center — unable to treat it — referred her to M.D. Anderson Cancer Center in Houston, Texas, 1,100 miles away.

She rented an apartment there and endured six rounds of high-dose chemotherapy. The tumor was removed on May 6, 2006.

Three more rounds of chemotherapy followed and she was declared cancer-free.

She was told she'd be off work for 18 months, an inconvenience she shrugged off because "at least I was alive."

Funny how insignificant work becomes.

Minge was clean of cancer for 14 months until a scan revealed it had returned to her left lung. Back to Texas she went, and in December 2007, another surgery.

She beat cancer again.

But for only six months.

Shake your head is disbelief.

In June, when her fellow teachers were beginning their summer break, Minge was informed a huge mass — that eventually grew to the size of an orange — was spotted on her liver.

Back to Texas, another surgery, more chemotherapy. The right lobe of her liver and gallbladder were removed.

Stop already, cancer. For God sake, how much can one person take?

Consider that for three of her four years as a wife, she has battled cancer, and for the last three years, she has worked six months and been hospitalized for 15 weeks.

"My life has been on hold," she said wiping tears on the leg of her blue jeans.

Her residences include Springboro, an apartment in Texas and what must feel like every hospital room in between.

She's thankful for her "support system" — family, friends, co-workers and the church family at First Baptist — for pulling her through the depressing situations, the lonely nights when tomorrow seemed as improbable as tasty hospital food.

She gives her husband most of the credit. Some men, she said, given the same obstacles as Sammy, would have run away and hid.

Not her Sammy.

"He didn't stand beside me during all this," she said. "He has been right there with me, going through it together."

Like they said on their wedding day, June 26, 2004, "... though sickness ..."

From the outset, Stephanie and Sammy, who met at Miami University, have kept an online blog (www.xanga.com/minge411) of their walk with cancer.

She calls it "a real look at the good, bad and ugly."

So what's a "good day?"

"Not throwing up," she said.

I didn't have the nerve to ask her about a "bad day." She answered it anyway.

"I try not to have bad days," she said.

Then she continued: "You get tired of it, of course. This cancer has become my full-time job. It's like I should be moving on."

The numerous chemotherapy treatments have robbed Minge of her straight blonde hair, but they also repositioned her perspective, a trait no scarf can hide.

"The little things aren't important anymore," she said. "I used to really care about the landscape in the front yard, but as you can see, that's not my priority now. I don't care about keeping a spotless house either."

Right now, she'd trade everything for a clean bill of health.

Cancer Benefit Concert for Stephanie and Sammy Minge

When: 6 to 8 p.m. Sunday, Nov. 2

Where: First Baptist Church, 4500 Riverview Ave, Middletown

What's happening: Performances from Middletown High School's show choir Purple Pizzazz; violinist Corey Keighley Hall; soprano Karen Mail; pianists Chris Baird and Phil Thornbery; First Baptist Sanctuary Choir; and three-man band Johnny B. and the Gravediggers.

Cost: Freewill offering. Open to the public.

I Put in Five Miles at the Office
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GOD, IT'S ABOUT FUCKING TIME

I've been looking for something similar for aaaaages, and I was considering just engineering my own tv/compy hookup for the treadmill we already have. I still think we can get some battery-charging or something out of it, too. WASTED ENERGYYYYYY


The RCA Dome gets deflated September 24

Boo :C I will still call Lucas Oil the Dome, I don't care!


I like Bosch, but this is pretty cool. A guy is repainting classics without living figures. It's sort of creepy, too.


So you know that awesome uke song I linked the other day? Well I found the original song, which interstingly enough is not from a musical. I am ABSOLUTELY NOT linking the original because the girl's voice is SO FUCKING ANNOYING (you can find it if you're that curious), I am not kidding. But here's a pretty good cover, minus the totally ridiculous dancing, and plus an AWESOME SCORE. As annoying as I'm finding the original song at the moment, I cannot help but think it would make an AWESOME drum corps show.





Hilarious history. You should read it.

And I know watching this will make you smile, AT LEAST once.

Back from Carroll's band camp! It was AMAZING. Funny how my drum corps brain kicked in so quickly, by the second day I was remembering musical things to point out that I don't think I would have come up with normally. So yay! But now I really really miss corps, or hell even marching something that's not UD's stuff. I mean, UD has tons of great people in band and it's a lot of fun. But the marching itself is really crappy and I swear everything we play slows down to 100 bpm because the drum majors can't keep a consistent tempo. ARRRGH.

Dammit I miss marching =(


In other news, not entirely surprisingly, talk of Indiana Jones V. I'm not surprised because people think that they were going to go for two trilogies sort of, or pass it off onto Mutt. I'm not so sure that's going to happen if LaBeouf keeps having substance issues, but, that's not really anything I have a say in. I'm just going to point out two things: 1) George Lucas actually did pick a better script than the one everyone thought he originally sinned by turning down, and 2) like I said when I came home from the movie... at least he can't use that storyline again.

Plus isn't five usually considered a reboot somewhat? Not that you can really reboot this series. But maybe that means a more quality storyline.


I'm just rambling... I feel like I'm half asleep, but I think it's just my brain trying to process about a billion things. *sigh* Oh, drum corps...



Also, I had a really awesome dream last night. I need to write it down asap.

Sup folks! Living the surf life today, wonderful stuff. Slept in (though I got woken up by Laura and Savannah and my internal alarm around 6:30/7) and then we all got dressed and walked over to the local art show in the park (I guess it's a weekly thing?). There's some really nice stuff there. Laura and Sav got cow bone necklaces (decorated hook and octopus, respectively) from a Tongan guy, and mom got two stylized necklaces similar to Laura's (but not hooks) for Max and Kyle. I saw a tiki I liked but I held off because I wanted to show mom the shark pendant I saw in Haleiwa (provided it was still there). Laura and Sav got blockprint shirts (Sav got one with a Minoan octopus...? I find that just kind of strange that they're selling that design with all the Hawaiian ones) and dad was looking at some carvings of outriggers and stuff, and telling me about the brewing company he wants to start. *eyeroll* Last time we were here he wondered why there isn't any alcohol made from taro, and I did, too. But after learning that taro is considered the sibling (brother? I think) of all Hawaiians (even though the men ate it), I wonder if it might be sort of tabu? (Er, "taboo" in English) It just makes me a little uncomfortable. But he would be good at marketing it because he's already come up with a line of three labels and very punny (appropriately) names for them. So silly.

Afterward we ran off to the music store (mom and dad had originally expected me to get a nicer uke, so we were going to sell this one back and get a nicer one) and we got a BEAUTIFUL koa wood uke. Mmmm it's so gorgeous and I can't wait to play it! (It's staying in my dorm because I can't take it to Kauai.) Then we got in the car and headed up to Haleiwa for lunch at the shrimp shacks, which was delicious. (I got the Lemon & Butter shrimp from Giovanni's instead of the Scampi garlic one, and it was good too. Laura and Mom and Sav all got chili fries or vegetarian sloppy joe from Food for Thought which is an environmental place.) Then we went over to the little shopping area and mom and dad bought two Hawaiian CDs and I got the shark-hook necklace (and I think I'm going to go back tomorrow and buy the tiki with my own money). Then we went to Waimeia Bay which was GORGEOUS today. It kind of sprinkled all day, but the sun would peek through every once in a while, and the surf was SO GENTLE! It was ridiculous. So I jumped right in the water and just floated there... it was AMAZING. I could have floated there all day. Dad wanted to jump off the cliff so I ran back up to shore and we all did it, and later Lu and Sav and I did it again. The third time up I kind of slipped and cut my foot (a nice half-inch chunk) badly enough that I didn't want to aggravate it with a jump, so sadly I didn't. The salt water didn't bother it so I went out to float some more (guh... sooooo niiiiiiice... the sprinkling kept the beach and water mostly empty, and the not-deathly-waves meant you could just float and relax... and it was so clear!) but the tide was pulling at the skin flap and that rather hurt, so I hobbled in and mom determined the gray cloud (which had been hanging there the whole time) meant we should leave, so I veeeeeeery slowly walked my way over to the showers and changed, and of course by then the cloud had dissipated (as I knew it would) and it was sunny for the rest of the evening. But we drove east some more, all the way out to the PCC (just to burn some time... stopped at a Foodland for superglue [for my foot--ended up with Bandaid liquid bandages because they didn't have superglue] and Mountain Dew and cheese and crackers [Lu and Sav and I were craving cheese and crackers hard core]) and then turned around and came back to Haleiwa for Huli Huli chicken. We got the second to last chicken and pulled it apart between the four of us. Yum. Laura had been demanding Yamamoto shave-ice but they'd closed by 6:30 so we went next door to Aoki (which runs on Hawaiian time... "open by 'X' usually, closes up around 6:30, almost all the time"). Laura got her delicious (AUTHENTIC) Hawaiian shave-ice, Sav got... something... dad got authentic hard core Hawaiian shave ice (with ice cream and azuki beans--good with the coconut flavor he got), and mom got MacNut ice cream which I split and was delicious. I also got a holographic skull with flower sticker for something (my car I guess). Mom gave me the last bit of the cone and on the way out to the car I saw a cat and called over to it and it actually headed my way! So I petted it and gave it the ice cream, and it was ADORABLE and I miss my kitties. =( That's only the second cat that's let me pet it. (Oh, man, on the drive back to Haleiwa we got stuck in traffic on the North Shore [surprise], but it wasn't normal traffic--there was a seal on the beach! We couldn't tell if it was dead, it was just kind of lying there on its side roped off, and there wasn't anyone around it, which makes me think it was still alive, even though it was laying really awkwardly.)

So all in all a good day, and I shouldn't even have much pain from jumping this time. ;D (Feet/face broke the first one, hip/foot the second)

Plus I am excited to get the shark-hook and go back and buy the retro tiki myself. The art show also had these two geologist-teachers who now to jewelry with wire wrapping, and it's amazing. She took an ammonite and put a bluish opal on it, and then around it wrapped pearls and those rough shiny stones (I want to say begins with a "d" or "c") around them. Really beautiful contrast. She also had blue/dark opals backed by larger white pearls, which were GORGEOUS pieces. My other favorite was, surprisingly, my birthstone-- peridot wrapped backed by a lava rock. BEAUTIFUL. I think it helps I've been in a very purple+green mood lately (I guess trying to spread out from pink/turquoise? lol. That or there's just more market for those colors lately, which is likely).

Anyway, yay day! We have early mass and then going to Kauai tomorrow. I don't think we have internet access but I'll try to write a good journal and then just post it later (and also make up for the countdown days I'm missing, lol). orrr you know what I can post the countdowns from my phone...

60 days until Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! Woo! Ok, this isn't really trivia, it's just kind of stupid/silly. We were just watching some "horror" film called "Kraken" on SciFi, and it was really bad. Stereotypically bad, but not bad acting, per se. At any point, besides ending the movie just like a James Bond film (a specific one I'm currently not remembering, but it invoves undersea stuff and I'm 90% sure it's Roger Moore), they're going after some lame treasure (and an "opal" that is clearly and ridiculously obviously made out of glass) and the "good" treasure hunter says to the "bad" treasure hunter (who is in some kind of Greek mafia family, wears black, smokes cigars, and is in threat of being killed): "That treasure belongs in a museum!" And that's the point I knew the budget limitations of this film. 3D kraken? Not that bad. Script? Terrible.

Kk y'all... hopefully back to post for the rest of the week! If not happy easter and I'll be back with jungly/beachy adventures. ;D

(Also to all Carroll Band kids... have fun in Disney this week! I will be calling to harass you)

Well apparently y'all in Ohio have a snowstorm. Fun times! Except that opening night got cancelled... =/ That's always the best. (Dinner at LaRosa's, then running around getting ready, woo!)

So, hopefully my roommate is getting off work and we are going to see Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. Amy Adams (who was in Enchanted) is in it and so is Lee Pace (from Pushing Daisies). As soon as I saw the ads I was SO excited for it, but I didn't realize it came out already! Woo! So if I don't see it tonight I will go out and see it tomorrow.

Lots to do this weekend... figuring out classes and stuff, ugh, registration.

Ooh, I don't know if you guys are big music listeners, but this website is kind of fun: http://www.last.fm/user/themercat (that's my page) I like all the graphs you get.

75 days until Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! Today's trivia: Indiana really is named after the dog! Spielberg's Lucas' malamute, to be precise. (Now guess where Shia's character, Mutt, comes into play... I have my guesses.)

Also, on the wreck thing: I can't seem to find any articles about it in the news. Um, and there are no stains on the pavement, so maybe that guy didn't have too much damage? =/

Mmm, I think I've made enough posts today. Definitely filled my out-of-my-comfort-zone quota for the day, though I think it says something when swimming with sharks requires less mental debate than say, oh, flirting. It's not really important or relevant to anything, I just thought it was interesting enough to note.

Also, Freedom Players... Break a leg, homes! Ilu <3 I am sad that I can't go home to see the play (though if I had the money, I'd SO be there. I really have nothing planned for this weekend). Damn, I have been in the bad habit of calling musicals plays because of St. Brigid. We always called it "the Eighth Grade play" even though it was always a musical. oh, right, that's the train of thought that led to the flirting comment. FUCK MY EIGHTH GRADE PLAY Hm, I just remembered we didn't do a school showing of our play in eighth grade, can't remember exactly why though. (But it's damn good we didn't, and don't bother asking.) YES TANGENT SO, yay Carroll! I love you guys. =) Have a good show, make sure to do something stupid on Sunday yadayada... omg mariotheme was thebestever Have fun and all ;D Send me a video, all that good stuff. Make sure greenroom is entertaining... haha Lara's brother

76 days until Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! Today's trivia: Sweet! A rare photo from LC. Just a warning, it's FUKKEN HUGE

Hmm... my papers were mildly successful. Now let's see if my grades agree...

I a not brain functioning today. I slept like absolute shit last night. I don't believe I have posted my rant-on-my-roommate yet, but DEAR GODS SHE NEEDS TO NOT LISTEN TO MUSIC AT NIGHT. She is one of those people who has pretty much nothing to do, ever, so she listens to music and naps all the time. So, sleeping badly is not a problem for her as she can sleep in and/or take a nap. This is not an option for me, I don't funciton like that. So first (I didn't write that Pouliuli paper, btw) I went to sleep late because my roomies started Pearl Harbor at ten til midnight. I think we gave up around 1 AM but it was just getting good, you know? Anyhow, so then I changed and cleared all the crap off my bed and brushed my teeth and laid down and tried to ignore the music. And tried to ignore the music. Because it was stuff I didnt' know, right? Hawaiian or Samoan or something and pretty calm. And then Thriller. And then Whip It. And then fucking rap shit so by then I was frustrated enough to be crying, and I took my stuff out into the living room and tried to sleep on the couch. But then I was already frustrated and crying so I cried for a while and I kept being frustrated because I was super duper awake. I dont' know when I finally got to bed but it wasn't early enough. So... yeah. I am mucho tired-o, which is why this post is probably so off-the-wall.

GOOD MORNING, America; the pathetic stuff we call bread is, essentially, some sort of weaksauce doughy crap. I WANT MY EFFING EUROPEAN BREAD, DAMMIT. The "crust" you complain about is fuck nothing so getthehelloverit.

omgyeah, I'm tired, can you tell?

Because I'm not putting much effort into this post; here are the webcomics I read:
Questionable Content (nerdy, music/indie-based)
Xkcd (for all-around nerds, generally science and philosophy)
For the Wicked (a really good fairytale re-write)
Girl Genius (what they call "gaslamp fantasy", it's sort of steampunk, but as a general fantasy comic it's good, too)
Qwantz (aka Dinosaur Comics, a really cleverly done comic with the same panels everday and different random shenanigans; also the reason I use the conjunctive adverb [that's not the right term for it] "also" way too much)
Bunny (a comic about random bunnies; much more clever than it sounds)
Dr. McNinja (it's kind of exactly what it sounds like, except more awesome, and biased toward ninjas)
Terror Island (completely off-the-wall and yet still very clever)
Cyanide and Happiness (kind of like Mel Brooks; they'll insult everybody. really crude, but pretty funny, if you're in the mood for crude humor. every so often something really clever and almost not crude at all)
Order of the Stick (Dungeons and Dragons/roleplaying-based humor, with a lot of other references thrown in; sorry about the link for this one, there really is no good direct link to the comics)
Dresden Codak (super-science and philosophy. and awesomeness.)
Starslip Crisis" (this is what would happen if Star Wars and Hitchhiker's Guide ran into eachother in an art museum)
Indexed (life, in graph form. I think she might be from Ohio, because she sure knows how to mock it.)
Gone with the Blastwave (postapocalyptic art comic, kind of reminds me of Halo)
Scared of Bees (I think it was an art comic. I'm not sure what it is anymore. It's creepy, that's for sure.)
Shortpacked! (the exploits of a Transformer fan and his coworkers in the toy store)
Kawaii Not (cute hilarity)
Purple Pussy (a feminist comic I never got all the way through; but it's the comic that Todd Goldman [the guy who does the "boys are stupid, throw rocks at them"] ripped off)
Hockey Zombie (the title pretty much says it all)
Two Lumps (general cat hilarity)
Lackadaisy (gangster bootlegging cats [litterally--DOUBLE PUN INTENDED MUAHHAHAHA] of the 20's. hardcore art comic)
Irregular Webcomic (Cthulu, space RPGs, Indiana Jones, Steve Irwin, and much more, all done with legos)
Marry Me (I have no idea how I found this, but it's decent; altruistic superstar snaps in midlife crisis and marries a guy from the audience)
iharthdarth (the cute little Vader that started it all)
LilHouse (House a la iharthdarth)
icherisherik (Phantom of the Opera a la iharthdarth)
beatonna (an LJ-er from Canadia who makes history comics. HILARIOUS)
Abe & Kroenen (multifandom comic made with action figures; Hellboy/Hitchhiker's Guide/Pirates/LotR/others)
Digger (by Ursula Vernon; you have to pay to read regularly but every once in a while the archives open up and you can catch up)
[iharthdarth no longer updates; scared of bees, icherisherik, and lilhouse update rarely; lackadaisy and gone with the blastwave are also more rare because they're art comics]

Not technically "webcomics":
Homestar Runner (the best thing on the planet; watch a few of the first Strong Bad Emails to understand it)
Red vs. Blue (Halo machinima; pretty hilarious, and I have minimal experience in Halo. However, you kind of have to start from the beginning and watch them all for it to be funny--does anyone have a better link to get to all the videos?)
We Are Robots (why "YOU'RE FIRED" was funny before Donald Trump came around; you have to watch them in roughly the order they came out, though: Angrybot [the best], Sad Robot, Tendertron, Keg-O-Matic, BizBot, Robokopf, Geekbot, Gothbot, Angrybot: Recess)

Okay, yeah. =D Recommend anything on here you don't see that you think I'd like. More postation lataz.

I think I'm going to start working on that webcomic again. I just need to find a good place to host it.

Also, the wikipedia page for Carroll High School is hilarious; Media4Carroll is a joke. Maybe it used to be big, and yeah they have lots of equipment, but they really don't do anything but fuck around.

Also, this, in athletics: "Carroll has recently attempted to make it to the State Swimming meet in Canton, Ohio, but sadly did not. Don't worry though, they will continue to think they're amazing and make shirts about it, but in the end... they are not going to the state meet, and if my sources are correct, Archbishop Alter High School is a school for future pediphiles."

LOL

[EDIT] The only edit I'm tempted to make is to change the spelling of "pediphiles" [sic] so that Carroll doesn't look so bad. It used to say "Alter [will win]", so... yeah.

FUCK ALTER

[EDIT2] LOL, someone on my IP (they're all Chaminade) is vandalizing "Jewish history" and "Jackson Pollock". wut

Checkitout checkitout checkitout
/Bubs

Okay. Liiiiike it?! I lurve it. Credit goes to rosesnrubies. Lovely timing! I was hoping to have it by the 100-day mark, but it's cool, we're at 95 now.

Went to the mall today, didn't really buy anything (though I saw some silver heels that were NOT TALL so I might go back and grab them... I tend to jump on that style of heel when I can, because there aren't many chances). We were there so Myla could pick up job applications, and I convinced her not to spend any money. (She's a Daddy's girl, very spoiled. But I like her.) Ended up spending a small fortune at Barnes and Noble (is that any surprise?), but THEY STILL DON'T HAVE THE FEBRUARY ISSUE OF EMPIRE. I understand it's a British magazine and that you get it late. But PLEASE! This is a bit ridiculous. I ended up buying a book of Hawaiian myths and a book about Atlantis, and I almost bought a book about codes and ciphers. That bookstore is going to prove to be very dangerous.

Last night I got Myla and Ashley to watch Raiders, and then this morning I watched Last Crusade. When we got back tonight Myla wanted to watch Temple of Doom, so we did. I love it! =D I am so psyched for the next one... blaaaaaw. I didn't realize I know quite so many of all the lines in the movies. Heh.

I have many things to do tomorrow. Perhaps order my NEW FEDORA (it will put a dent in my wallet I assure you) and send away my Phi Rho money (more money) and then send away for part of THE fedoras from the fourth film.

That's damn straight, the guy who got the contract for the hats saved all his trimmings from making them and is offering them to the members of a forum I'm a part of. (It's pretty awesome, he's a regular member there and everyone's practically like family. It's very atypical of the internet, really.)

95 days to Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull! Today's trivia: Did you know Dan Aykroyd is in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom? (I think I might have mentioned this recently while discussing Ghostbusters. Or, I meant to, and it's sitting on one of the stickies on my desktop. Which is another thing I need to do tomorrow...) He's the guy who's talking to Indy after the Club Obi Wan fight/escape, telling them he secured a plane. Hee. Dan Aykroyd is so awesome.

Hm, this reminds me of the game I played with Kondwani and Weebl in chemistry sophomore year, "six steps to Indiana Jones" (yeah, like the Kevin Bacon game). You would name something and I would connect it to Indiana Jones as simply as possible. It's really funny on some stuff, honestly. (Feel free to challenge me IF YOU DAAAAARE) ;D

[EDIT] Let me know if it suddenly switches back to my normal icon. I don't know what happened, but suddenly it switched without me doing anything. =^0.o^=

Well, another reason not to forget this year: Carroll's first 2 hour school delay (or even delay, period) since 1977. Wow... it was weird going into school this morning, with about 5 cars in the parking lot, walking around trying to figure out what to do. I didn't really want to deal with driving all the way home again... eventually Danny and MattE and I decided to go to Starbuck's in Barnes and Noble, after waiting for Westy (in McDonald's because the bell rang, haha!), picking up Fischer, and waking up Domer. Seriously, that kid sleeps in way too much, lol. =^n.n^=