What is this I don't even

No, just no.

Seriously, I'm so thrilled to see the overwhelmingly snarky/"aw hail naw" posts in response to this question. I expect the libraries comm to be all atwitter today :)

It gives a baby librarian hope.

List 10 musical artists you like, in no specific order (do this before reading the questions below).

1. Ani DiFranco
2. Bjork
3. They Might Be Giants
4. CAKE
5. Scythian
6. Jay-Z
7. Led Zeppelin
8. The Beatles
9. Pink Floyd
10. Lady Gaga

( Meme: )

1) Post a list of up to 20 books/movies/anime/TV shows/video games/bands [fannish etc.] that you've had an obsessive fannish love or interest in at some time in your life.

2) Have your f-list guess your favourite character/member from each item.

3) When someone guesses correctly, strikethrough the item and put the name of your favorite character/member next to it.


1. House, MD

2. Lord of the Rings

3. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

4. Pink Floyd

5. The Hunchback of Notre Dame (*not* the animated movie. Never that.)

6. Mystery Science Theater 3000

7. The Simpsons

8. Monty Python's Flying Circus (guess a character or an actor, either one)

9. Harry Potter (any of them)

10. Star Trek: The Next Generation

11. They Might Be Giants

12. Red Hot Chili Peppers

13. The Beatles

14. Led Zeppelin

15. Homestar Runner.com

16. The X-Files

17. Sin City

18. Beauty and the Beast

19. Die Zauberflote (The Magic Flute)

20. Flight of the Conchords

My fish taco from my NOLA trip made it onto Fuck Yeah Cilantro!

(cross posted from food_porn)

If you're on facebook, you've seen these, otherwise, enjoy! Also look at the rest of the photobucket album, because I didn't only eat there. Just mostly. I also did other stuff like see jazz bands, take requisite church and architectural and cemetery pictures, and take drunken closeups of stuff that's really interesting when you're drunk.

( Lessez les bon temps rouler )

OMG YOU GUYS THEY FUCKING LOVED US I CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK THERE

I woke up from a dream this morning where I was walking around my neighborhood and came across my band rehearsing on a side street. Were they going to play at the Flatbush Frolic? IDK. But I didn't have my clarinet, and I wasn't in uniform, and apparently I had completely forgotten we were supposed to be there. The drum major chewed me out, which made me just want to go home and pout rather than run home and get my stuff and join.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN

So far!

So yeah, if you didn't know, I'm attending the Gay Band Conference with my LGBAC bandmates during Labor Day Weekend (Wednesday through Monday). It's going to be hot as hell, but I'm determined to make the most of my time there.
This is more a reminder to myself, but throw in your suggestions!

X--Visit the NO Public Library main branch (only a few blocks from my hotel) *Yes, I know. I am a super dork.
They loved me down here! I think I want to be a librarian here. They need them badly.

--Visit Chalmette Battlefield, site of the Battle of New Orleans, where my great-great-great-granddaddy Moses Oldham Jr. fit the British.

--eat at Green Goddess, on the advice of a friend.

X--try to stomach a cafe au lait at least once (my stomach doesn't like milk in its coffee)
Diagnosis: Delicious!

X--bring back some chicory coffee for home

X--eat some gator. Maybe also nutria. But no snapper, because that would make me sad.
Gator: Yes, twice now. No nutria to be found on menus :(

X--Visit Laura Plantation, home of the Compere Lapin (that's Cajun for Brer Rabbit) stories
Awe. Some.

X--Take a walking tour of the cemeteries
Saw St. Louis #1. It was neat.

X--Spend an evening at Preservation Hall
JFKDLKLSDFJLKDFLJFSOMGWTFBBQFDFKGHSK IT WAS AWESOME. THERE WERE TWO CLARINETISTS. THEY WERE OLD MEN AND IT WAS LIKE A BATTLE ROYALE EXCEPT THEY WERE FRIENDS AND PLAYED WELL TOGETHER. I STAYED FOR ALL 3 SETS.

--do the NPS Jazz History Audio Tour (free mp3 w00t)

X--track down some of the places mentioned by Zora Neale Hurston in Mules and Men
So far: Congo Square, St. Louis #1, St. Anne Street, Cabildo

X--hear a mass at St. Louis Cathedral, or at least see the place
But I didn't get to take any pictures because mass was about to start.

X--eat at Arnaud's
Excellent food; story to follow

X--eat at the Court of Two Sisters
Bunch Buffet. It was awesome. I'm running out of words to describe these meals.

--visit St. Mary's Assumption Church/the Shrine of St. Francis Seelos, as per the request of no_lion and get him some Catholic type stuff

--um. Some more will come to me, I'm sure.


OMG YOU GUYS IT WAS AMAZING. I NEED TO MOVE DOWN THERE STAT SO I CAN LOSE THE SEASONAL DEPRESSION THING AND SWEAT OFF ALL MY WEIGHT SO I CAN EAT IT BACK ON AGAIN IN AMAZING FOOD

I had broccoli with my lunch today. I feel like I need to announce this to the world, that I made such progress with my food habits. I feel it's a good omen for my oncoming trip to the city of gluttony.

One of my closest friends gave birth today to her second daughter. Another friend is due any day now. I was on my way home tonight and this song came on on my iPod and I would've started bawling if I hadn't been in public.

Fingertips are amazing. They're so delicate and sensitive and yet such hardy things at the same time.

I was helping my dad in the backyard this afternoon, which consisted of pulling weeds and getting snagged by the occasional frequent blackberry cane full of thorns. A thorn must have worked its way through my glove and into my thumb, but I only just noticed it a little bit ago. Once I knew it was there though, I couldn't stop worrying at it. It hurt. It felt like a giant splinter (I used to get splinters all the time when I was a kid, because I liked going barefoot and we have wood floors and I was stupid) but worst of all, being a tiny little blackberry thorn, I couldn't get it out! Squeezing, tweezing, scraping, nada. So I did what my mom always did when I was little and took a needle to it. Success!

A foreign object introduced into a fingertip is bothersome and magnified so many times by our nerve density, and yet we can do things like stick needles into the skin and barely feel it, as long as we have a goal in mind. Neither was nearly deep enough to draw blood, or even go past the first couple layers, and yet such a difference.

This is probably why I don't mind giving blood/getting pierced/tattooed. Ironically, I hate the little fingertip prick they give to test your hemoglobin when you donate. I always have to grit my teeth for that one but not for the big needle in the elbow.

This photo project is awesome:

Adipose: Of or relating to fat.

Positivity: Characterized by or displaying acceptance or affirmation.

http://adipositivity.my-expressions.com/index.html

Here are my papers from my YA Lit class! (Where I got an A!) (My first A in grad school!)

( Assignment: Talk to Teens )

The final assignment can be found here.

*dusts hands*

Every summer some spiders set up shop on my porch. They spin huge webs, sometimes covering the top of the stairs. This results in many frightful batting-at-your-face experiences and many broken webs. Thankfully, this year they've not done that.

I came home tonight from catsitting to find that both had caught their dinners, in one case, a veritable feast!

( Fit for a Queen )

Someone posted in little_details and mentioned a "gruesome" traditional Irish song she heard as a child. I looked it up and woooooow.

Weela Weela Wallia


There was an old woman who lived in the wood,
Weela weela wallia;
There was an old woman who lived in the wood,
Down by the river Sallia.

She had a baby six months old,
Weela weela wallia;
She had a baby six months old,
Down by the river Sallia.

She had a penknife three foot long,
Weela weela wallia;
She had a penknife three foot long
Down by the river Sallia.

She stuck the knife in the baby's head,
Weela weela wallia;
The more she stabbed it the more it bled
Down by the river Sallia.

Three big knocks came a knocking at the door,
Weela weela wallia;
Two policemen and a hangman,
Down by the river Sallia.

"Are you the woman what killed the child?"
Weela weela wallia;
"Are you the woman what killed the child?"
Down by the river Sallia.

"I am the woman what killed the child."
Weela weela wallia;
"I am the woman what killed the child."
Down by the river Sallia.

The rope was pulled and she was hung,
Weela weela wallia;
The rope got pulled and she was hung
Down by the river Sallia.

The moral of this story is,
Weela weela wallia;
Ya Don't stick knives in babies' heads
Down by the river Sallia.

In case you were curious about the accompanying music:


Wut.

I had *such* a great time yesterday. I worked at a friend's office for a few hours doing some coding on a marketing research poll. Working, when you're unemployed and in school, is awesome. It's a break from feeling like a leech. When that was done, I ambled up to the new branch of the NYPL at the Grand Central (OMG YOU GUYS IT'S AWESOME) and hung out in Teen Central for a few hours, reading New Moon (shut up) and generally getting a good vibe from the kids there. I have definitely found my calling!

Then I went down to Union Square and met up with some friends to see the Drum Corps International World Championship Quarterfinals (live broadcast at a movie theater) and that was awesome too. Those kids go through some serious choreography.

Aaaaaand that was 5 hours long so I went home, but I had to stop along the way to check in on my friend's cats and spend some time with them, and make sure they're not baking too much in this weather (they live in the top floor of the house with very little cross-ventilation). So I did that, and when I started falling asleep reading New Moon, (I know, shut up) I decided it was late enough to go home. That was about 2 am.
I got home, checked to see if there was any urgent online bzns, and took a shower. Finally! Time to sleep. And nothing to do today so I could sleep in. HEAVEN I TELL YOU.

I turn back the covers and lo! what do I find? A puddle of cat piss. Soaked through the blanket, the top sheet, a towel (I often sleep with wet hair), a fitted sheet, and a mattress pad. Thank GOD I have a plastic cover under all that. So I stripped all that off, will have to wash it today, and put just new sheets on.

Almost a year I've lived up here in the attic, and she's never once! pissed on my bed (she used to do it all the time downstairs). She'd gotten so much better with the pissing issue. (Yes, I've had her checked out, no, she doesn't have a UTI, yes, she used to have bladder crystals, and we switched her to a low-pH formula and she's fine now, no, I don't know what her problem is either.)

The best I can figure out is that yesterday I changed her litterbox. WUT. Fresh litter is too fresh for kitteh.

A grinning wolf with crazy eyes.