ursamajor: Data is smiling; must be Lore. (amused amused amused lulz)
Me, paging through an internet food forum: "Oh. My."
[personal profile] hyounpark: "What's up?"
Me: "Er. That's a ... very interestingly shaped challah."
H: *peers at the picture* "Is that like one of those airline neck pillows?"
Me: "That was ... not my first thought, though I can see how you'd get there."
H: "What did you think it was?"
Me: "Clearly a dong and balls. See how the one side is long and a little skinnier, and the other side has multiple lumps?"
H: "YES DEAR."

Me: "... Ticketmaster decided it was necessary to send me a notification about A Flock of Seagulls tickets going on sale?"
H: "And you ran. You ran so far away."
Me: "Seagulls are evil!"

cut for mention of calories but the main point is a pun it took me 23 years to get )
ursamajor: Tajel on geeks (geeks: love them)
The consequences of not paying much attention to broader Hollywood:

[personal profile] hyounpark: *flips through Netflix*
Me: "Wait, is that Lindsay Lohan *and* Kristen Chenoweth in the same show?"
H: *flips back* "Sure looks like it."
Me: *reading aloud* "'After discovering their significant others are siblings, two resentful exes must spend Christmas under one roof - while hiding their romantic history.' Hold up, Lindsay Lohan and Kristen Chenoweth are playing resentful exes?!"
H: "Nah, it's sadly not *that* kind of a hot mess."
Me: *disappointed* "Dammit, I might have actually watched that. Especially if it was a musical." *looks at the cast list* "Ian Harding?! ... is that the 90210 guy? I guess he's playing the dad?"
H: "I don't know who Ian Harding is, but he's definitely not Steve from 90210, he's way too young."

Abby: "All I want in life is babka from Zabar's."
Me, using voice to text to respond: "Dammit, now I want babka from Zabar's."
Siri: "Dammit, no I want vodka from savers."
Me, outraged: "UGH I WOULD NEVER DRINK VODKA GROSS."
H: "What, you want vodka from Savenor's now?"
ursamajor: Kestrel can't sleep (future will eat me)
On Election Night, I went out to pick up groceries and ate an ice cream sandwich (cardamom ice cream with chocolate cookies) for dinner and then ignored the outside world as best I could. [personal profile] hyounpark was in San Diego for work; Elana invited me over to her friend's house, and I just couldn't with the world. I basically hibernated until Wednesday night, when I had to drag myself out for tech week for Carmina Burana.

I wore my What a Cluster! t-shirt; appreciative comments all around. Our director opened things up by leading us in Lean On Me a cappella. Reminded us that we, as artists, as musicians, were going to be called upon as "first responders to the soul." Read An Artist's Response to Violence aloud:

We loved [John F. Kennedy] for the honor in which he held art, in which he held every creative impulse of the human mind, whether it was expressed in words, or notes, or paints, or mathematical symbols. This reverence for the life of the mind was apparent even in his last speech, which he was to have made a few hours after his death. He was to have said: “America’s leadership must be guided by learning and reason.” ...Learning and Reason: the motto we here tonight must continue to uphold with redoubled tenacity, and must continue, at any price, to make the basis of all our actions. ... Our music will never again be quite the same. This will be our reply to violence: to make music more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before.


And then we made music.

Afterwards, [personal profile] hyounpark and I walked towards the BART station, and at the light, a sedan with the windows down, passengers hanging out the windows, pulled up next to us, absolutely buh-last-ing FDT. Had a little defiant dance party on the sidewalk, a moment of community, and as the light turned green and they drove away, I felt a little better.

Lather, rinse, repeat for Thursday (honestly, tech week couldn't have been better timed for all of us in need of something to focus on and not doom-spiral over), and then Friday night concert. Someone on TikTok posted the first movement of our performance of Carmina Burana; their first time at the symphony. And they got to see a professional symphony conducted by somebody like them; see a chorus conducted by somebody like them. The classical music world has the potential to be a hell of a lot more inclusive; this is proof the efforts are worth it.

Since then, it's been reassuring to see people, commiserate, talk about next steps, what was getting us through the current moment. Even so, as I put things to try to look forward to on the calendar, it all feels so tenuous. But I've also been reminded of the value of being "900% me," as Kat put it. Showing friends the ridiculous platter of pastries we've been working our way through all week (thank you Paris Bakery, Alta Bakery, Ad Astra Bread Company, and Krispy Kreme); [personal profile] noghri remarking on the presence of donuts from that last iconic bakery with "you still like those?" Me: "I blame my Southern husband for continued exposure, but yes!" He, smiling, "I still remember how we met all that time ago." Me: "Yeah, my reaction made quite the impression, hahaha." So then I had to tell the other friends present the story of how I introduced myself to [personal profile] noghri, which is basically (seriously, I didn't manage to LJ this back then?! ugh, past self, why so coy!):

Setting: [livejournal.com profile] elemmire7's going away party, July 2003
Me: *perusing the snacks table, wondering what to munch on next*
*the doorbell rings*
[personal profile] noghri: *enters, bearing a box of Krispy Kremes, which were so new to Boston at that point they'd only recently opened up their Wellington location*
Me: *spies cute guy entering with said box of Krispy Kremes, promptly vaults across the room and lands firmly in front of him* "You brought Krispy Kremes! You're cool!"
[personal profile] noghri: *stares at me, a total stranger, at a loss for words*


Everybody hearing this story for the first time: "... yep, we can visualize *and* auralize exactly how this went down!"

So, yeah. Being 900% me in the topics I've posted about to Bluesky, since that seems to be where people are migrating for shorter-form conversation and staying in touch with each other at least one step further removed from the control of billionaires; so far I have talked about indie bookstores and transportation cycling and choral music. Being 900% me in digging into Thanksgiving menu planning - eyeing this pumpkin basque cheesecake, but also considering a persimmon custard tart with hojicha meringue? Kristina Cho mentioned it in her Instagram stories earlier this week; the recipe hasn't been posted yet, but it sounds right up my alley. Being 900% me in pondering, as Jackie asked us at coffee ride this week, what is my actual role in my communities now and in the future.

Because all I really have control over in the big picture is being true to myself, so.
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Before all of this, we were in New York the week before last, with the classic Northeastern fall temperatures to match. The weather was utterly glorious - brisk sweater weather in the morning admonishing me for not wanting to drag the bulk of a jacket cross-country (and feeling unwarrantedly smug that I still had some Northeastern weather tolerance cred as other people scuttled around me in full-length puffers, come on, you're behaving like Bay Area kids ;) ), warming up to shirtsleeves weather perfect for a late lunch in the sun, and then gently cooling off for cozy patio dinners. Not quite fall yet by foliage standards - the trees in the city were only just starting to turn, still in that late-summer slightly yellowing green phase, but I did spot at least a couple of patches of crimson in my rambles.

Tuesday: in transit, bookstores for breakfast, KBBQ dinner )

Wednesday: cold temperatures = personal best speeds?! The Whitney with Andrew, meandering along the Hudson, Julia Turshen )

Thursday: Roosevelt Island, ferry to and then biking through Brooklyn, the Ripped Bodice and community, Olmsted and autumn on a plate )

And then Friday morning, squeezed in one more record-breaking jog - a similar set of laps around the park, and then down Broadway to Union Square. Replaced my Strand tote that had succumbed to time, and then tucked in some apple and pear cider donuts, tiny TSA-safe tipples of whiskey from the farmers' market; finally made it to Li-Lac Chocolates as well per the insistence of another friend. Final stop: grabbing a proper bagel from Bagels & Schmear near my hotel on our way out of the city; I love you, New York, there's never enough time.
ursamajor: Tajel on geeks (geeks: love them)
So [livejournal.com profile] eevieivy posted this glittery cat video meme earlier, which promptly sent me down the nostalgic wormhole of my favorite cat memes and videos, and I figured I would gather them all into one place for my amusement and convenience.

Cat Facts )

I stumble across the Cat Facts text prank every so often, and it makes me giggle as much as the sneezing panda video.

What Kind of Cat Are You? )

When we lived in Boston, we used to listen to The Playground on WERS on weekends, and Billy Jonas' What Kind of Cat Are You got played a lot on that show. That and All A Cappella were my fave WERS shows.

missing video of a turtle chasing a cat makes me laugh mostly because of [personal profile] hyounpark's reaction to said video, and I'm so glad I wrote it down :D (It might be this video; it was posted around the correct era.)

Stuff on My Cat still works!

i think your cat is drunk )

I found exploding dog way back in 2002, and fell in love. This is one of my favorite of their works. (I still want i have magic powers painted on a wall in my house, or at least a good-size print of such. And i want to ride bicycles with you. And thought i saw you today. And maybe we just need some more books should hang in the library. Okay, now I'm getting away from the cat memes.)

Nyan Cat! )

Nyan Cat, aka the perkiest pop tart of a cat flying through space emitting rainbows out its butthole; the video game itself was a test of my reaction speed that I didn't always pass, but it was adorable.

Neko Atsume, holiday music lullaby version )

Neko Atsume, by contrast, was the most relaxing internet cat game, and the winter holiday music is especially soothing and soporific; it's our household lullaby.

And this, of course, doesn't even address the sheer volume of LOLCats.

Which internet cats are your faves?
ursamajor: strumming to find a melody for two (one chord into another)
Reviewing the music for tonight's Summersing of the Mozart Requiem, we're on Tuba Mirum:

Bass soloist: *sings slowly*
Tenor soloist: *busts in on speed*
[personal profile] hyounpark: "Whoa, whoa there, you gotta chill, Tenor, what happened to the bass gravitas?"
Me: "Dude, tenors are just sopranos stuck down an octave, and sopranos have no chill, you can't expect tenors to have it either."
Alto soloist: *enters*
Soprano soloist: *promptly interrupts*
Me: "Sorry, Alto, I'mma let you finish (not), but the sopranos have one of THE BEST SOLOS OF ALL TIME! OF ALL TIME!"
H: "Yes, but this is why the altos are the ones with actual pop careers."
Me: "HUSH, LET ME LIVE OUT MY DREAMS OF BEING KRISTEN CHENOWETH."


Singing the Faure Requiem last week reminded me of sitting in another church three thousand miles across the country and twenty-odd years in the past, singing the same beautiful music while staring across the room at a different cute musician whose hair I just wanted to ruffle between my fingers, whose voice I enjoyed hearing in harmony with mine. I wonder what the heck ever happened to Choirboy, hahaha. Despite years in the Boston choral scene after that, I never ran into him again, and everybody who knows how small Boston is and how often I'd randomly run into people serendipitously is confused. I mean, it's certainly possible he moved away, but I thought his parents were local, making that less likely. Ah well, I hope he's still doing well and still singing.

Also, dear self, yes, your type has always been musicians, especially those who sing. :D (That very first boyfriend? An aberrance in multiple ways, but hey, everybody makes mistakes in trying new things! Since then: singer, singer, violinist, singer, singer and cellist ... yep.)

Singing Vaughan Williams' Dona Nobis Pacem after that, new to me and probably 75% of the other musicians there, just made me feel like we were trying to sight-read Stravinsky. >_>
ursamajor: strumming to find a melody for two (one chord into another)
Bay Area folks, especially in San Francisco: come hear me and other Oakland Symphony Choir members join Pacific Edge Voices tomorrow for their Sound Garden of Love concert! Saturday, April 6, 7:30 pm at St. Mark's Lutheran. (Geary + Grant, right on the 38, I don't know the bike parking situation though.) Yes, this is the one where we'll be performing Hymn of Acxiom, about which I have obviously been squeeing, although it has been a workout for both my soprano brain, unaccustomed to being "not the melody or ornamental descant?!?" for an extended period, and my soprano body, looking askance at the Ab3 on our part solidly in alto-tenor range.

And we finally got the scores for our May concert (Friday, May 17, 8 pm at the Paramount): we'll be doing Aaron Copland's Canticle of Freedom (an MIT Chorus and Orchestra commission back in the day, Cambervillains! Pisses me off even more what's happening with the San Francisco Symphony right now and that factored into Esa-Pekka Salonen's decision to not renew his contract when it expires after next season, austerity towards musical innovation when your board is sitting on 10 years of operational budget in your endowment). I loved when I did his In the Beginning with Chorus Pro Musica back in the day; excited to be singing more Copland now.

(And of course I just earwormed myself with let there be LIGHTS in the firmament of the HEAVENS to divide the DAY from the NIGHT, and let them be for SIGNS and for SEASONS and for DAYS and YEARS; let there be LIGHTS in the firmament of the HEAVENS to give LIGHT upon the EARTH ...)

In the Beginning score video )

*

A delightful thing [personal profile] hyounpark and I did recently: helped introduce several thousand elementary schoolkids to the joys of classical music. The Oakland Symphony has an annual Young People's Concert, where local K-8 kids come downtown to the Paramount Theatre and learn about the various kinds of instruments, what they sound like, how different combinations of sounds create different emotional landscapes, etc. So Sarah pulled us both aside after rehearsal one night and asked if we'd be willing to be Robins to host Omari Tau's Batman - provide harmonies, demonstrate some easy dance moves (wait, what), and get kids excited about classical music. OBVIOUSLY we would :D

It was both a little terrifying ("I am the only person on my part for 55 minutes, and I have to do choreo, and hold a mic, what?!") and a total blast. Omari had clearly done this before, and he had a voice and tenor straight out of Disney. I told Hyoun afterwards that I felt like we'd just walked onto a Nickelodeon set somewhere. Engaging an audience that securely? Dayumn, that is impressive talent and hard work. But the best part, honestly, was getting to see all of the kids' reactions. Laughing and gasping at various points, getting to get up and dance out their wiggles for Oye, teaching them the words and notes for the call and response of We Shall Not Be Moved. Even the complex meter of Ram Tori Maya reminded me that when Hyoun and I were kids, we were being taught about such time signature shenanigans thanks to Sesame Street and the Pointer Sisters.

we may have possibly spent an hour watching this 15-minute video analyzing The Pinball Song because we are total music nerds )

Afterwards, we came out the stage door and walked towards BART, and as we passed all the schoolkids waiting to get on their buses, we were the celebrities of the hour. "LOOK IT'S THE SINGERS!!!" Me to Hyoun: "Okay, this is the perfect level of 'fame' for me, in a better world and were I slightly more of an extrovert, you know I'd be going back to school to become a music teacher." (I know. We got to play the hero-of-the-moment versions, not the in-the-trenches day-in-day-out versions. Teachers are amazing and their actual heroism deserves better recognition.)

The kids riding with us on BART were utterly thrilled, kept bursting into snippets of the songs we'd been teaching them/performing for them, pointing and waving, "look, they're real! They ride the train just like us!" We're not Billy Joel, hahaha, but yes, we appreciate our urban conveniences, getting to take us on cool field trips like this :)

And yet I can't help but think, all kids should be getting to do this. Taking the subway from their schools to downtown, sitting in a beautiful theatre while grown-up musicians get to tell them about the things they love. Taking the subway back from downtown to their schools, sharing space with the musicans who just performed for them, getting to ask them questions. Our modern fucking world.
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So relieved the rain cleared up in time for the Lunar New Year 5K [personal profile] hyounpark and I did this morning in Chinatown!

I know, what, these words coming out of my mouth? But bike friends convinced me to sign up for the Hot Chocolate 5K in January, and I figured that was manageable, a one-time thing with friends and chocolate and a nice jacket for swag, and also Golden Gate Park makes for a pretty course. Then Rachel persuaded me to come out for a 7K in my town in February because community ties and meeting your neighbors and climbing my second of the four big hills in our town (Cutting and Moeser down, Barrett and Potrero to go) and cute bandanas. And then I told Hyoun we were doing the LNY 5K because the tech tees had dragons and also I needed cute long-sleeve exercise tops. His reaction: “YOU’RE FINALLY COMING AROUND AND IT ONLY TOOK 18.5 YEARS! 😍😍😍”

And now the Oakland 5K is in two weeks … which is kind of establishing a pattern of me averaging a 5k every month? Um. Lesson learned: make the swag cute enough and I’ll fall for it. (I know, I know, [personal profile] pukajenhas been priming this pump for years, too, as a friend and Orca Running ambassador ;) ) (Original post.)

ursamajor: Kurt Halsey's Everything Always (everything always)
Today's Facebook memories reminded me both of the time when I had 14 bars of soap at home and thought that was A Lot, and then the fact that I started dating [personal profile] hyounpark about six months after I wrote that post, and at some point, realized he had 140 BARS OF SOAP in his utility closet.

[personal profile] ursamajor: Honey, did you realize you have A HUNDRED AND FORTY BARS OF SOAP? ... how much soap do you go through?!
[personal profile] hyounpark: BUYING IN BULK WORKS!
[personal profile] ursamajor: Is this the same reason why you have a THIRTY PACK OF TOILET TISSUE in the same closet?!

At the time, my post-college housing experiences had all been of the sort where there was barely room to store a four-pack of TP in the bathroom. But also, the closest place that sold toilet paper (whether Star Market in my Somerville and Cambridge apartments, or the 7-11 in my Fenway apartment) was never more than two blocks away. Hyoun didn't *have* a walkable grocery and household supplies option at the time; he always had to hop in the car. We've gone back and forth on having easy grocery access in the interim decades, but we're back to the level of "the supermarket is only three blocks away so we can get TP and soap whenever" level of convenience, for which we are both massively grateful.

Old habits die hard, though, especially when pandemic-reinforced. After the Great Toilet Paper Shortage of 2020, where we got on a waitlist to order bamboo toilet paper in bulk from a hipster brand off the internet (?!), Hyoun will now walk home from the supermarket with a 30 pack of toilet paper.

Back to soap: I have no idea if we went through 14 bars of soap or not in the four years between us starting to date and getting married, because my skin is dry enough that I rarely use bar soap unless I don't have an alternative; it's moisturizing body wash for me all the way. But in the 19 years since that post, we have managed to get down to eight bars of soap waiting in the wings, plus the existing bar in the shower. I guess maybe we need to pick up some more soap the next time we go on a Target run? Not 140 bars worth, though, ROFL!

And while I was trying to find that post, I found the shower time survey (🔒) [livejournal.com profile] belladonna posted from even longer ago. Hahaha omg, I'd forgotten how long these surveys were that we all used to do. We'll see how far I get into this before life happens and I post it incomplete.

shower survey, 22 years later redux )
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I've been busy the last little while! November update first.

New York: meandering through Manhattan on a perfect fall day, foliage, serendipitous Brompton test ride, C Pam Zhang reading, finally went up the Empire State Building after 27 years?! )

Boston: bagel delivery service, proper trains, finally getting to ride the Community Path Extension, never enough time with friends )

Stravinsky tech week )

Monterey: Hyoun runs, I find all the good food and the last remaining bookstore in Carmel, you all are shocked )

And amid all this sleep-deprived timezone confused chaos, I may have gotten into overenthusiastic bikesplaining mode with a friend of a friend on Facebook re bike infrastructure, and only realized after the fact that said person was somebody I'd gone out on a couple of dates with back in the day (🔒). ROFLMAO. Hyoun cracked up listening to me come to this realization in realtime. Me: "What, you'd been reading my LJ for three years by the time we got together and you knew me for years before that, you knew what you were getting into!" H, smiling fondly: "Sure did." Some things have changed, but clearly some things remain the same. :D

I *thought* this was going to cover November, but we're already past the 1500 word mark and I'm only up to November 13; Thanksgiving next time, I guess!
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14 years married as of today! Still the best choice I made, to love you, to continue loving you through all the twists and turns of our lives. You’re the bestest. (Original post.)

ursamajor: the Swedish Chef, juggling (bork bork bork!)
Yes, that is cotton candy atop our soft serve. (Among other toppings, including pop rocks.) #latergram
ursamajor: Kurt Halsey's Everything Always (everything always)
1995 me is disgruntled it took until 2015 to get my hair this brightly colored without bleach or chlorofluorocarbons. 2015 me is, of course, Joy.
ursamajor: Sokka is a carnivore (why are we at war again?)
[personal profile] ursamajor: So, the kimchidilla exists. :)
[personal profile] hyounpark: BRILLIANT
[personal profile] ursamajor: ... wait, what makes the kimchidilla brilliant and the li'l kimchi anathema?! or are you being sarcastic and i totally missed it
[personal profile] hyounpark: I said that before reading the description
[personal profile] ursamajor: ... WHAT DID YOU THINK WOULD GO IN A KIMCHIDILLA
[personal profile] hyounpark: I retract my prior judgment
[personal profile] ursamajor: hahaha, that looks hilarious in my fancyass font allcapsed :D
[personal profile] hyounpark: Tofu?
[personal profile] ursamajor: ................ the entire point of a quesadilla is that it's two tortillas held together by ooeygooey melted cheese. if there's no cheese, it's not a quesadilla.
[personal profile] hyounpark: Armadillos?
[personal profile] ursamajor: it's a wrap, or whatever other modern parlance bullshit is being used. I wish you luck butchering that armadillo *G*
[personal profile] hyounpark: I thought kimchi would replace the queso
[personal profile] ursamajor: no, kimchi, in its function as a hot pepper, would replace salsa.
[personal profile] hyounpark: A minced kimchi, almost a paste
[personal profile] ursamajor: yeah, but kimchi's not a binder the way cheese is
[personal profile] hyounpark: Now I'm offended
[personal profile] ursamajor: I'm confused *G*
[personal profile] hyounpark: Gochu jang!
[personal profile] ursamajor: kimchi uses gochu in its pickling, yeah? i mean, obvs not a white kimchi
[personal profile] hyounpark: Kimchi is not like salsa /korean ;)
[personal profile] ursamajor: um. it's a hell of a lot more like salsa than kochuchang!!
[personal profile] hyounpark: There's red pepper in most kimchi
[personal profile] ursamajor: salsa that's *paste-like* is an abomination
[personal profile] hyounpark: Kochujang could be the binder! FIREDILLA!
[personal profile] ursamajor: good salsa has distinguishable chunks of the vegetables it's composed of. oh dear. So your new business is going to be opening a FIRE NATION FOOD TRUCK?
[personal profile] hyounpark: MEAT IN STICKS. Meat on sticks
[personal profile] ursamajor: you have to break the sticks open? ;) *ducks*
[personal profile] hyounpark: MEAT OVER STICKS
[personal profile] ursamajor: meat around sticks?
[personal profile] hyounpark: Meat under sticks! MEAT STICKS
[personal profile] ursamajor: meat by sticks! SNAP INTO A SLIMJIM <3
[personal profile] hyounpark: MEat in sticks are like your rollup things in the freezer
[personal profile] ursamajor: ooh, good point. i don't think there's enough binder in taquitos for them to be just plain meat sticks
[personal profile] hyounpark: And the irony? My lunch today is from clover [the local vegetarian food truck]
[personal profile] ursamajor: :D what'd you get?
[personal profile] hyounpark: Chickpea patty sandwich. And fries.
ursamajor: the Swedish Chef, juggling (bork bork bork!)
concussed H is okay )

Because of the concussion and attendant mild nausea, I fed him fairly cautiously Friday morning - water and applesauce, BRAT-diet style. But at lunch, I decided it might be time for some variety, so I went to look through the cupboards to see what I could find, and spotted the KFP matzo I'd picked up on Wednesday. Hey, it's bland and cracker-like, so probably okay for a tender tummy, I figure!

So I bring the box of matzo into the office where Hyoun is tapping away on his laptop:

[personal profile] ursamajor: "You ready for some more food, sweetie? How about some crackers? I picked up some matzo yesterday at Whole Foods and -"
[personal profile] hyounpark: "We have matzo?! Why did I not know about this?! I LOVE MATZO! YOU ARE THE BEST WIFE EVER!"


I'd say his eyes lit up somewhere along the lines of this:



Then he proceeded to stuff three matzo crackers down his gullet. (For those who don't know, these are ~8"x8" squares.)

[personal profile] ursamajor: "If you get to matzo number five, I'm going to have to filk this."
[personal profile] hyounpark: "MATZO MATZO MAN. I WANT TO BE THE MATZO MAN."
[personal profile] ursamajor: "I ... take it your appetite is okay. Did you need anything to go along with your matzo? More water? Maybe some chicken broth?"
[personal profile] hyounpark: "We still have pulled pork in the fridge, right?"


Ladies and gentlemen, my husband, the culinary Jew. ;)
ursamajor: what does subtext equal (slashtastic!)
Me, reading Geek Feminism headlines aloud: "Will you be a sexy witch, a sexy bee, or a sexy girl-geek for Halloween?"
[personal profile] hyounpark: "Because whatever it is, it's gotta be sexy! Like, how about a sexy ... entomologist?"
Me: "Oh, like Bambi?"
[personal profile] hyounpark: "..."
Me: "On the X-Files."
[personal profile] hyounpark: "..."
Me: "She was an entomologist! And Mulder couldn't stop staring at her chest!"
[personal profile] hyounpark: "... you aren't making this up, are you. Oh, boy."

*

Also, this came across my reading path elsewhere, and it amused the hell out of me, and I totally need to iconify it:

"Capitalization is the difference between helping your Uncle Jack off a horse and helping your uncle jack off a horse."
ursamajor: strumming to find a melody for two (one chord into another)
Dear friends and readers, I am really crap at this longer-than-140-characters-update thing lately, as proven by the number of paragraphs originally in this entry with date(d) references. It's a sleepy rainy Sunday afternoon in Camberville; let's try this again.

Update: I type that, and outside, I immediately hear a loud thundercrack, followed by a fizzle, and then the power dies. And then comes back on. And then dies. And now appears to be back on for us, but out for a good portion of a 3/4 mile radius around us? Sleepy rainy Sunday afternoon in Camberville? Hah. And then it died again, so we decided it was a good time to go feed ourselves elsewhere. So now I'm back, after a dee-licious schmancy pizza dinner at Posto and the weekly supermarket run; what I was saying was:

Vienna Teng and Alex Wong at Passim )

anything but shopping!!! )

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