Impressions

Lol penguins

2009-07-18T03:26:50Z

This made Caitlin sad. I think its kinda funny

http://www.cnn.com/video/#/video/us/2009/07/16/bush.gay.penguins.kron?iref=videosearch

Swine Flu + Pooh Bear =

2009-05-14T01:55:18Z

My parents found this. I died laughing.

Things I did today:

2009-03-04T02:39:10Z

1) Made a connection which clarified some calculus I'd learned years earlier.

We learned about Linear Transformations today in my upper level Linear Algebra class. This explains a great many things such as why differentiation "distributes" over addition. I now understand that concept much clearer. This is happening more and more frequently as I progress in my major. Things that I took for granted or just memorized before are starting to make sense and interrelate. I find I derive the solutions much more often than memorizing them. This does, however, bring up the question of why some of these concepts are not taught sooner. I wish I could go back and re-take every math class I've taken since Algebra I. I think I would seriously benefit from this, and enjoy them much more. I don't think I would dislike them at all now.

2) I rescued a wish.

While reading my book outside of the Math Emporium (Neverwhere, by Niel Gaiman) a little boy went up to the waterfountain to throw a penny in that his mom gave him. He missed (by a large margin) and could not find his penny. He left looking dissapointed. I didn't point out that I saw where it landed, fearing the onset of "a stranger is talking to me. Help!" instance. But when I got up to go in to work, I picked up the penny and threw it in, wishing for his wish to come true. I hope that redeems me in some way.

3) Planned something important.

I won't tell what this is yet. But it was done.

Since all the cool kids are doing it...

2008-12-25T17:27:01Z

10 things you wish you could say to 10 different people right now (don't list names)

1. I'm no longer the nervous little kid I was in high school, but sometimes when I see you for the first time after not seeing you for a while, I just stop thinking, and can't help but stare.
2. I feel like I'm loosing touch with you as a friend
3. (name removed) **overhead point**
4. I know you're going to look down on us all one day. Keep it up.
5. If one could look hard enough, they would see your advice in every major decision I've made.
6. I value your advice just as much as number 5 above. You two help keep me grounded when I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing here.
7. I know you love traveling, but I'm going to be selfish for a moment and ask you to stay home. I'm terrified that I won't get to see you come home one more time.
8. Don't you see what you're doing to your family?
9. Don't you see what you're doing to your family? (this is not a mistake, there are two people that need this slapped in their faces)
10. I've been upset and mad at our before, and still sometimes do get upset, but when people tell me to stand up and say something to you, I remember those times you've broken down. I will never stand up to you like that because I don't think I could face that.

Nine things about yourself.
1. I love learning languages. They're difficult, but fun.
2. I miss making music.
3. I read best in the early morning.
4. I write best in the early morning.
5. I love the smallness of Blacksburg
6. Reading is one of my absolutely favorite things.
7. I think I look better in glasses.
8. One day, I would like to write a book.
9. I'm a hermit-y loner.

Eight ways to win your heart:
1. Apple pie.
2. Don't push me unless you're willing to deal with the consequences. I usually don't push back, but when I do, it can be a deal breaker.
3. Come to dinner promptly when I cook it. I hate when I spend time making food for someone, and then they say "hold on a sec" until its cold. I didn't say "hold on a sec" when you were hungry.
4. Tell me when I'm tired or grumpy. Sometimes I still need a nap.
5. Don't be offended if I tell you you're being grumpy. Take it as an offer to take a nap with me.
6. Make me something. Its much harder than buying something.
7. Be open to discussion. I like to talk about things, including tricky topics.
8. Help me when I need help, even if I don't seem to want it.

Seven things that cross your mind a lot:
1. Cait
2. My to-do list
3. What my next meal-plan is.
4. Talent speccs
5. Where Cait's phone and keys are. (she looses them a lot)
6. The book I'm reading.
7. WoW

Six things you regret.
I'm happy where I'm at now, and wouldn't change a thing.

Five turn offs
1. Being always right
2. Being too planned (go with the flow!)
3. Preaching.
4. Making fun of my pickiness.
5. Katchup.

Four turn ons
1. A good smile and laugh
2. Openness.
3. appreciation for my foods
4. WoW-playing :P

Three smilies that describe your life
1. :P
2. -_-
3. o.O

Two things you want to do before you die
1. Have a puppy.
2. Write a book.

One confession
1. I am constantly worrying about what adults think of me. Teachers, employers, parents, etc. I try to be extremely humble, and I think I get walked-over because of it.

a(b+c) = ab + ac

2008-11-12T14:03:49Z

Recently I've been spending time thinking about how poorly Math is taught. To give you some perspective, this usually occurs when I'm in class and should otherwise be paying attention, specifically when my Modern Algebra teacher goes off on some tangent (math puns intended) about how we can make a field out of real numbers.

I am by no means qualified to judge our education system, but with the power of the internet, I have found that there are some "experts" on my side.

To many people, including myself, math is confusing. Or at least parts of it are. I remember hating algebra with a strong passion. Now basic algebra that is taught in high school comes as second nature. Calculus was never something I hated, but it was never easy either. Geometry is the last math I remember really enjoying before moving on to college.

I think part of what is frustrating about it is that even after hours and hours of study about something like, say, factorization, you still feel like a baby with a fake pick-axe tinking away at some huge mountain. Every once in a while you manage to take of some sliver of knowledge so you can say "ooh, I know this!"

But years later, that sliver of knowledge comes back to haunt you. If you're lucky, you still remember it (and likely you've been taking math classes every year since then.) But even then, some PhD professor will say "Ha, that was only half the story. You see, you were tinking at the tip of the iceberg. Here's whats really going on!"

I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I'm going to admit to some things:

1) Math is not always easy for Math majors.

Some parts of math (like statistics) are just not intuitive. We forget stuff too, stupid logarithmic laws (which are not stupid) and trig function (also not stupid, but annoying.) There's just too much to remember all of it at once, which leads me to my second point

2) We're still just tinking away.

I'm a third year Math major, taking pretty high up classes, and I've only got some thirty credits left after this year; two easy 15-credit semesters. I'm still tinking away. I still don't understand a lot of what my teacher says, but every once in a while, I get that sliver. This weeks sliver was why 0 * ( a + b ) = 0. Not that it equals zero, or "by some property with an impressive name," but the basic, arithmatic proof. I'd taken it for granted before.

3) Math is best learned in hindsight.

At least for now. Often times I struggle through a course, mostly understanding but still confused about the material, and at some point (hopefully before the end of the semester) I say "aha!" and suddenly understand. Sometimes this comes years later (like my above arithmatic example). We teach how to apply math, not why it makes sense. And I think we suffer for it.

4) Arithmatic is only a small portion of math.

So is calculus. Similar to how going up to a French language major and saying "parley vew fransay" might make them cringe, we cringe when people say "I'm good at math! Look at this calculus." No one is good at math. They are good at calculus, or statstics, or boolean algebra, non-euclidean geomegry, or at how to make doughnuts out of numberlines (one of my favorite slivers I've gained so far.) Math is big. People are good at parts, which often overlap, but sometimes don't.

Class is starting up, so I've gotta run, but thats my current two bits.

I'm a zubat.

2008-09-16T01:41:36Z

In case any of you were wondering, getting your car towed sucks. Out loud.

Things I didn't know:

a) Apparently I'm a Zubat. Yes, the pokeman. Because they can't see. They're blind. So am I for not seeing the handicap sign.
b) You have to pay for towing fees in cash. And they don't always let you know how much it is before you get there. So have fun withdrawing ambiguous amounts of cash before going to pick up your car!
c) Towing lots tend to be in shady areas. I mean like, for all I know (had I not called the police to confirm my suspicions) someone could have stolen my car and just been keeping it for ransom. It was that kind of area.
d) Arbey's milkshakes help make you feel better, but only a little.
e) I have better friends than I thought. Thank you Ben, even though you don't read this. You made this much less hellish than it could have been.
f) Thank you Caitlin for holding me together, even when you're not feeling too great yourself.

I got my car back, but I'm still sick with allergies (I hope that's all this is.) I have a test tomorrow morning, which I havn't studied for due to car retrieval. But I made it through tonight. The rest I'll deal with as it comes.

Again, thanks everyone who helped me out tonight. It was a rough one.

No wonder this clown died, his lungs were full of....

2008-09-04T01:39:10Z

CANDY!

That's the secret of the leasing office for my apartment at Tech. They get you to pay the rent by giving you a piece of candy every time you come. I had a Milky way for paying my September rent. That was an expensive candy bar.

But it was delicious. So I'll pay next month on time too.

117th_of_locar @ 2008-07-08T10:42:00

2008-07-08T14:43:23Z

Bluetooth enabled roomba + wiimote + mario kart.

Terrifying? or awesome.

A rare post... from WORK even.

2008-06-26T19:33:13Z

They passed it.

Be prepared to start typing more than .com or .org, even .jp, .fr, or .uk

For anyone who hasn't been following how the interwebs are changing these days, the crazy organization that "runs things" in the tubes has decided to no longer restrict those now familiar endings, instead, we can get things like .groceries, or .medicine. Some of this seems good. We can now organize the internets! Or at least try to. Or at least argue over how it SHOULD be organized. Where do you put walmart? dot... everythingAtLowPrices? What?

This does let us do some neat restricting, like not allow school-computers to acess some of the less appropriate sites. However, there is no reason why someone couldn't make an inapropriate site that ended in .2pqowdfu023 Or something similar. By not having any restrictions on these endings, it does allow for some catagorization of websites, but only if the people registering the domains decide to be honest and organized about it.

Also, like the walmart incident, it brings up the question of "what category is this?" Should there be a walmart.retail, walmart.onlineshopping, walmart.lowprices, walmart...... you get the point. Unless walmart registers -every- domain name related to its services, it runs the risk of someone looking for walmart.YourChoicehere expecting walmart, but getting something else!

And the last issue: They don't have to even be in romanized script! This seems like a good idea, we don't have to force .jp to be in "romaji" as they call it, they could, say, use the hiragana or kanji for it. However, this causes HUGE headaches for programmers, webdevelopers, and even casual users.

This looks like a good step forward for the interwebs as far as opening it up more... but it will cause a lot of headaches, i think.

Stories

2008-04-14T17:32:28Z

'I saw a woman from the rescue squad rushing out of Norris with blood all over her scrubs, and thought, "She must be freezing." The blood just didn’t register. I saw someone being loaded into an ambulance on a stretcher - and then ten more ambulances lining up on the street. “Why so many?” I wondered.'

I'm not normally one for sharing my stories about "I remember that day..." I tried for a while after September 11th. But I soon realized that everyone had a story. I already knew mine, its much more interesting to hear theirs. And while events like these effect everyone, I knew my version of the story wasn't particularly interesting.

The selection above is a piece of a story from one of my professors at Tech. That professor wrote their account of April 16th by request. They had a unique vantage point: right next to the building where the shootings took place, through the window that overlooked the entire building and the space around it. Parts of it sound the same as other stories. The disbelief and the "I was right at this spot, I remember it exactly" parts. Thats the part we all experienced. But when I read this, this one little section, it hit like none of the camera clips or cell phone videos could. I know what Norris looks like, I can mentally PhotoShop in some police officers from various video games and I remember people milling about in confusion on the drill field. I can even picture bloody scrubs from TV medical-drama shows. But two phrases in there nearly make me fall apart. "Freezing." "Why so many?"

I didn't know anyone that got injured or shot. I didn't even know anyone in the building. Everyone I know got out fine from that day. But I remember thinking "why so many sirens?"

I feel kind of bad. I am sick of hearing about it, I'm sick of media people on campus, and I'm sick of teachers talking about it. But I want to thank the one who said this, because it's what I needed to get through this Wednesday. And so I'll try my best to not dismiss the programs Tech is putting on for the students, or get angry at the swarms of away messages that will be put up about it. I might still get angry at times. I have a hard time accepting the messages of "We're still praying" and "We're all Hokies today" when I don't even feel these things, and I'm SUPPOSED to be. I just hope everyone hears what they need to before the week is out.

Blah. I don't know what that post turned into. But in any case, it was a good story. And thank you professor.

Heroes: i have them.

2008-02-12T00:08:23Z

This person is my new hero:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4FO9L9QVCpg&feature=related

Christmas

2007-12-24T06:02:05Z

As you are all fellow Children, like myself, I assume you each have parents. And if you are any kind of Children like I am, you will find Christmas shopping for your parents extremely difficult. Now, as I am not an Older person, I'm not sure if this gets any easier as one gets Older, but I sure hope so.

This year I dutifully attempted to finish my shopping a full week before Christmas, and for the most part succeeded. I say for the most part because I was once again stuck with the "gifts for the parents." Now, for my father and step mom out in Oregon, who I was originally supposed to spend Christmas with, I got a nice two-person Sake set. This present is really a two part present which will be completed next year, with some assistance from my 21 year old brothers in the form of a nice bottle of Sake.

And for my Mom? Well, I'd done the "basket of stuff" from a bath and body type store before. I'd done the "lets make her a meal!" thing. I'd made her cards and had days of cleaning in her name. But this year? I took the easy route. She collects reindeer; little statues and plates and snow globes with reindeer in them, used to decorate the house during times like, well, these. A nice $15 reindeer statue, similar to others she owns, which involve candle-holding antlers, was added to the shopping cart. Another name off the list, success! Never mind that it would likely not be the first one she took out to display. If she even did at all. She has so many now that they don't all make it out of the box anymore.

And I moved on.

Today though, my mom was really in the spirit. It's wrapping day, you see, which really means that it's the day we buy all the supplies, get the boxes together, sort out who's stuff is who's and what's what. An integral part of this sorting is the Stockings. Every Christmas celebration begins with the Stockings. They are the first thing opened, no wrapping involved, very little ribbon needed, literally over-flowing with the second best kind of stuffing in the world (after traditional thanksgiving stuffing), presents! Small things, which are usually both cheap and extremely difficult to wrap, are put into these magnificent money/time savers to tempt the passersby. Unfortunately, this is a process mostly done by adults, as us youngins don't really have the money to pay for "small things" to fill the socks up. Ultimately, it tends to leave the Olders out of the fun.

As I was leaving to enjoy some pre-holiday fun, my mom remarked sadly that her stocking was never full. As the main Stocking Stuffer, she never had a stuffed stocking, as one can hardly stuff their own stocking, and certainly not with stuffing they bought! Sure I'd occasionally buy a small thing of candy to toss in, and Gunter (the step-dad) might toss in something to avoid wrapping it, but it never quite got to the over-flowing stuffed state.

This made me sad. Stockings are one of my absolute favorite parts about Christmas. They're the start of it all; they are small things, cheap things, which get you into the mood. Small bits of sugar-coated sugars to get you the energy to fight with wrapping paper and ribbon. Gizmos and gadgets you didn't know you needed. And usually a pair of socks, underwear, or mittens to be worn the next day! So, this year, I was Santa for my mom. I decided to be an Older, blow my budget, and give a better present than that crappy reindeer.

In the same store as the reindeer I found candies, warm fuzzy socks, socks with snowflakes and sparkles, winter-themed cookie cutters, RedGreenWhite sugar sprinkles, green and white snowflake sprinkles (Christmas cookies are HUGE at my house, and we accidentally ate too many, so we have to make more), a pack of gourmet scone mix (we LOVE scones), and a fizzy-bubble-bath thing. A small handwritten card to top things off, and I blew my reindeer out of the water.

I stuffed a stocking, and feel the best I've felt in a long time. I hope my mom can feel like I do when I open my stocking tomorrow. Even if she never uses any of it, and skips the candies and scones because of some "after holiday diet," I hope she feels good when she sees an overstuffed not-everything-fits stocking with her name on it.

Merry Christmas everyone

117th_of_locar @ 2007-11-15T14:30:00

2007-11-15T19:30:04Z

Not even snowflurries make this day better :(

117th_of_locar @ 2007-11-02T15:02:00

2007-11-02T19:06:14Z

2 packs of Original Goldfish
1 pack of Pretzel Goldfish
2 packs of Bahlsen Assorted Gingerbread Cookies
8 home-made ricecrispy treats
1 Postcard with puppies on the front and a short message.

I love my grandma :D

117th_of_locar @ 2007-10-24T18:50:00

2007-10-24T22:51:50Z

It's been a long day, and it's not over.

Yellow ! above a secretary's head

2007-10-03T20:32:20Z

Sometimes I feel like changing majors is a bit too much like a quest in WoW.

The fearsome warriors of the Administrative Crusade are trying to limit our course-request resources! In order to proceed with our battle plans, you must run around this obnoxiously large zone without a mount and collect signatures which really could be done electronically! This is mostly done to waste our time and give something for the admin. assistants to do, which ends up costing you more money! In return I'll reward you with this Major, which is really nothing more than a small checkbox on some obscure form which is then put into a "system." And what does that let you do? you ask. Well, it lets you decide exactly what you want to spend your thousands of dollars on a year, instead of the University telling you! Now be off! Don't return till you have those signatures.

Somewhere along the way, I expect to find at least one chest, kill a raid boss, get some rep, find some epic lewts, and kill at least fourty mobs.

Is it sad that the coordinate system referenced on thottbot is more useful than campus maps?

I fully expect to see a yellow ? above that secretary when I get back, otherwise how will I remember who to turn this in to?

My Dream

2007-09-20T12:09:20Z

I was making my way home, by foot, avoiding the roads.
I still had no idea what I'd done to piss them off so bad, but they were still looking for me. I had to stay away from every possible convenience, from everyone I knew. Even now, so close to home, I couldn't even walk the roads I remembered, or knock on friendly doors. I had to sneak through back yards and use the knowledge I'd gained of the woods behind our house through years of "getting into things" I shouldn't. I started making my way past the line of houses, staying out of the light cast by windows, carefully checking around corners and looking for any sign that people walked here regularly. I had to fight off the feeling of "safe," I was home after all. But this was the most dangerous part of my journey, actually getting there. There'd be more guards posted here.
I made it to my fence, coming out of the woods by the shed, so no one could see me from the yard. I looked around the shed. Five guards, three dressed in standard black secret-agent suits, two in clothes regularly worn by young people going "clubbing." Both looked a little ridiculous standing in my yard.
Something happened, and they turned away to face the other houses. Maybe they thought they heard "me" over there. Whatever it was, I wasn't letting the chance slip by. I jumped the fence.
As I quietly thanked my parents over and over again for their stupid idea of enclosing the bottom of the deck, I opened the well-greased door (thanks Gunther) and slipped inside, out of any line of sight of the guards.
Now here was the hard part; getting in. I knew house would be on a stricter watch during the night, so I wanted to wait till day. They would expand their search a little more during the day to the surrounding areas, which are easier to watch in the light. That meant that there would be less people watching the house. Who would break in during the day, right? I was in for a long night sleeping under the stairs. I climbed up beneath a little triangle section of deck that steps down. I'm not sure why, but when it was built, underneath that triangle section about a foot and a half down, there was a mirrored section, unfinished, almost like they started building it too low, but just left it there. It always made my mom so mad. Thats where I slept; the tiny space, barely big enough to call a shelf, just enough to hold me form in a constant state of "Oh shit I'm going to fall eight feet!"
I woke up the next morning, time to get in, now or never. I looked up and through a crack in the skirting around the deck, saw that those same guards where there. One of them turned my way and winked. He must be the guy we had undercover with them. He said something and the team turned the other way again, laughing at some comment he made. Once again, my childhood knowledge of this house kicked in; this section of the deck is loose, I could life it up and come up on the deck in this exact spot, only a few feet from relative safety. I slowly lifted the section, praying that it wouldn't creak. I had to maneuver a rocking chair a bit so it wouldn't rock and give me away. I made it up on to my deck.
My mom was standing at the glass back door, smiling and ready to open the door. I was surprised. I hadn't told anyone that I was to make it home today. How could I? I couldn't use phones or email, I had no way of contacting anyone. They must have known I'd got out of that place, it was surely on the news. Perhaps our under-cover friend told them?
She let me inside, and instantly there were people. My immediate family; My mom, Gunther, Brandon and Lauren. Kit was at work, as usual. My brother smiled and hugged me, Lauren congratulated me for making it back. I felt a mess, but for once, Gunther told me to sit down, don't worry about the mess. Other than my dirty footprints and shifty silloutte of grime, the house was immaculate.
"We got you a few presents. Want to open them now?"
I was overcome. After months locked away in some facility for "what I did" (I still have no idea what), nothing sounded better to me than a few presents. I'd missed a birthday and a Christmas in there, why not.
There were three small presents, covered in wax paper and icing (they had to sneak them in see. Don't ask how I knew this.) The first I opened had only carefully preserved plane ticket and a piece of paper.
"We got this plane ticket for you a while back. Its good for you to fly anywhere up to $2484 one way, from now until next month. It's the third one we got, because they kept expiring. This is the last one we could afford. Kit gave me the money for them, and I used my address."
I was touched. My brother were, neither of them, rich. They were just far enough away from the family that they could do a precious few things for me, but not so far that the people suspected they would try anything. The amount of money was at once both appalling and meant nothing. I knew it was a lot of money, but I knew much better what it had done to their lifestyles. Money quickly looses meaning in captivity, because it has no use. It turns into what it is; pieces of worn paper and weighty disks. I also knew the danger Brandon had put himself in.
The second present was little more than a few folds of paper.
"When the people first came to the house and tried to take your stuff, I fought them form it, and tore out these pages from one of your old journals. I never read them, just folded them up and kept them. It's probably all you'll ever see from them, but at least its something. We tried to get as much of your stuff as we could out of there. We've been keeping it in storage a whiles away, so they wouldn't look there. You can get it all back in a few days."
I was nearly crying at this point. I was certain that Brandon had not gotten away from that fight unscathed. More importantly, it was a miracle they hadn't taken the pages from him.
The last present was somewhat larger, a thick envelope of about paper size. I opened it.
"Inside are all of the papers for your new life. After the first couple of months, we figured the only way you'd get out was by escaping. We started to try and figure out what it meant to make a new person. We had someone forge a birth certificate, and from there legally applied for the remaining parts: driver license, passport, tax records, etc. Your new life is in here, you can do whatever you want with it. We called some of your friends, Kevin, Aaron, and others, to help us make up the information. Good luck man."

Frizty whined. I hadn't even said hello to him yet.
"He wants you to get down and play with him."
I got off the now blackened chair and kneeled on the floor. He ran over, not caring for my ragged clothes or awful stench. I was home.
I cried, because of what they did for me and for the pain my mom and friends must have felt not being able to do much of anything. They'd been watching her the entire time. I felt so much love for them, such a totally overwhelming emotion, forgiving any grievances against me, for how could any of that matter now?

And then I woke up, smiling.

117th_of_locar @ 2007-09-15T21:10:00

2007-09-16T01:14:26Z

So today, Cait, her roomate AK, Ak's family and I went out to dinner at Red Robin.
It was a game day for tech, so there was a bit of waiting
and waiting
and waiting
for a table. We finally got one. outside in the 50 degree weather. But we were okay, we could tough it. And we did, for about seven minutes, at which point AK, Cait, and I ran across the street to the local mall. We'd ordered our food, so we figured we'd have at least 15-20 minutes to find some warmer clothes.

$42.88 I had a thermal shirt and a zip up sweatshirt. We raced around two stores, waited in line, and finally ran back to the restaurant. We waited another several minutes to get the food. But at least we were warm.

117th_of_locar @ 2007-09-12T19:05:00

2007-09-12T23:07:37Z

My mom called in between my classes today. I didn't catch it in time, so I called her back.
When she picked up, she asked if she could call me back. Okay? sure.

When I got back to my dorm room, being the money-conscious college student I am, I checked my bank account.

My mom withdrew a significant chunk of money from my bank account.

Lucy's got some 'splainin to do >:(

Package Shipped at 5.21 AM

2007-09-06T12:34:50Z

My long awaited new computer is on its way. "out for delivery" is the official wording.

I feel kinda bad for spending almost an entire months worth of work on a computer, especially since I've been gaming less recently (I need to work on that.)

But hey, I stuck with my old Desktop for about seven years. If they last that long, its not that bad right?

Right?

I just hope I'm here when the delivery guy comes :D

A WoW Wedding

2007-08-17T23:27:21Z

Though somewhat last minute, we did the best we could to help Pirarucu and Maihem celebrate their union on WoW.

Can't you just feel the love?

http://www.flickr.com/photos/11638138@N03/

117th_of_locar @ 2007-08-04T21:20:00

2007-08-05T04:20:33Z

A lot of questions right now, not so many answers.

More to follow, or not, depending on whether I find the answers or ignore the questions.

117th_of_locar @ 2007-07-31T12:24:00

2007-07-31T19:22:56Z

My dad and step-mom are the coolest kids on the block.

Don't believe me?

Does YOUR car have mobile wireless internet access?

Ours does.

117th_of_locar @ 2007-07-30T20:09:00

2007-07-31T03:13:03Z

I have been in Oregon a grand total of about 30 hours. Ann, my dad's wife (who is the best step-mother anyone could wish for), was kind enough to make homemade dessert for the second night in a row. The first night was an extremely good sweet-organic-peach cobbler (few people know, but Oregon has EXCELLENT peaches. I'll take them over a Georgia peach any day). Tonight was a blueberry-pecan crisp. The leftovers from the Peach cobbler were split into three bowls, combined with a bit of blueberry crisp, and topped with a scoop of ice cream. I truly love summer fruit based desserts.

I opened the kitchen drawer and reached in to grab some spoons. Automatically I grabbed three spoons; 2 large ones and one small one. I started to pass them out, but realized I'd given my dad the small one.
"Sorry, I meant to give you a bigger spoon."
"Actually I like the small ones better."

For years, my family and friends have made fun of me for continuing what they saw as a childish tendency; an affinity towards undersized silverware. Now I know where it comes from!

117th_of_locar @ 2007-07-17T15:28:00

2007-07-17T19:29:58Z

Just finished the Half-Blood Prince again.

And 12:01 July 21 seems so far away.