Bloglet, the gentleman's mock turtle soup -- Moss made it sweeter than myrrh ash and dhoup
I would like my dad to read this article, since he wouldn't believe me at my birthday party. He wouldn't believe me about this, either. (Wow! Fortuitous suffragette-relevant action. Who'd've thunk?) First link from the guy who flamed Martin's blog. Second link from God knows where.
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10:26:14 PM,Wednesday 10 July 2002
A tip: when you don't have either milk or butter to make your macaroni and cheese with, a leftover tub of garlic dipping sauce from your last pizza delivery makes for quite an adequate substitution.
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10:03:54 PM,Wednesday 10 July 2002
Yay! Oooh, I would so be in love with Molly Picon today, if it weren't for those damn suffragettes... (and me having been in love with her before... but since when has that stopped me? {sigh} Oh, Lili Marlene...)
But, anyway, I just found a nice long (though itty-bitty)video clip of her singing my favorite song! In drag! On a haycart! JOY!!!
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09:03:29 PM,Wednesday 10 July 2002
Victoria Veritatis!
Pears' transparent Soap,
pure, fragrant, and durable.
The most perfect Cleaner for the Skin.
A Shilling Washing Tablet will last about two months, and a Shilling Shaving Stick about twelve months.
The frequent use of Soap being absolutely indispensable, it is important to obtain it free from noxious ingredients; too often, however, the most poisonous adulterations are found in Toilet Soaps, causing numerous skin troubles, the origin of which is unsuspected.
With the fullest confidence, the Proprietors of PEARS' TRANSPARENT SOAP recommend their manufacture to the notice of those not already acquainted with its long-established merits. This Soap, which has enjoyed the highest reputation amongst the aristocracy since its invention in
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08:30:50 PM,Wednesday 10 July 2002
T.I.A.I.L.W.:Suffragettes.
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06:04:21 PM,Wednesday 10 July 2002
We used naphthalene in class today!!
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11:02:14 AM,Wednesday 10 July 2002
Hey, ho, nobody home. Meat nor drink nor money have I none. Still I will be merry...
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08:11:12 PM,Tuesday 9 July 2002
It's cheesy when biographical movies start with the funeral of the figure they're about.
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05:48:27 PM,Tuesday 9 July 2002
Sex is the consolation prize for having to be a grownup.
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11:04:58 AM,Tuesday 9 July 2002
Trout in my head!
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09:31:22 AM,Tuesday 9 July 2002
Cnidarae: if you had a talking sandwich for a side kick, what kind would it be?
Tlon Orbis: Turkey on toasted sour dough with salsa and melted dill havarti. South Western accent. Chaps and a cowboy hat. "Howdy Howdy Howdy!" It would have sprouts and tomato. Its name would be Hector Alvaro Gonazalez Cristo Monteblanc. 'Crazy Heck' for short. I know what I want in a sandwich sidekick!
Cnidarae: damn straight you do!
Tlon Orbis: What about yours?
Cnidarae: It'd have mustard, horseradish, and chopped-olive mayonnaise and roast beef and cheddar cheese. Curly twirly moustache, beady eyes. Surly low-class British ne'er do well.
Tlon Orbis: Is he a cutpurse?
Cnidarae: Bad teeth, evil smile... Yeah! a cutpurse, exactly.
Tlon Orbis: Or perhaps a scallawag?
Cnidarae: Or a highwayman. Front loading pistols, pearl-handled, and when he's pissed, you can smell the mustard coming off of him. Oh, also watercress, 'cause he's the bastard child of a nobleman. Maurice "The Cheshire Shank" Marbleton.
Cnidarae: your guy's a vigilante desert hero, ain't he?
Cnidarae: and mine's an arch villain
Tlon Orbis: Yeah.
Cnidarae: I wonder if they ever meet up...
Tlon Orbis: It would truly be epic.
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10:24:41 PM,Monday 8 July 2002
Braaaaaaaaains!
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07:03:48 PM,Monday 8 July 2002
Tutti accusan le donne ed io le scuso
se mille volte al di cangiano amore;
altri un vizio lo chiama ed altri un uso
ed a me par necessitá del core.
L'amante ce si trova alfin deluso,
non condanni l'altrui, ma il proprio errore,
giacché giovani, vecchie, e belle, e brutte,
ripetete con me: Cosi fan tutte.
Y'know, I'm really kinda getting into the Rock Star Game, especially after the Lyrics Archive was set up. I fantasize about what it's like every time my band goes on tour, cuts an album, gets another sweaty £1,000 note in their fists... I've been trying very hard to surpass Congested Elvis in ability, practicing and touring diligently at top Health and Creativity, and when I overtook him today, 184 to his 182 (though of course it'll shift back soon enough; it always does), I felt quite proud of myself. "My little band is moving up in the world," I thought. "I'll be a Jazz Great yet!" Then I went to check the rankings of people who've been in the game for a long time. The top of the top. Ability, as far as I can tell, is a coverall term for virtuosity, depth, subtlety, innovation, techical mastery, and general musical perfection. And the band with top Ability in the whole game -- 890! Miles away from me! Legends -- prodigies -- Paganini, Orpheus, and Louis Armstrong combined -- go under the name of "Nirvana RLZ :D". But I'm sure I'd buy all their albums. God help us.
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03:35:22 AM,Monday 8 July 2002
I'm thirsty, and I can't sleep. I went and got a soda a few hours ago, but it cost a dollar and didn't particularly quench my thirst. I tried a bit of cookie-dough ice cream, but it didn't quench my thirst. I tried cold pizza, but it didn't quench my thirst. I tried a bit of ice scraped off the top of the freezer, and it quenched my thirst, but it tasted vile. I think I'll try the yellow water, and if I'm dead by morning, I can't say you didn't warn me.
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03:12:30 AM,Monday 8 July 2002
Linking to pages about food isn't the same as blogging about it. :`P
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06:54:19 PM,Sunday 7 July 2002
Look out for Cosi Fan Tutte syndrome. You know what it brings.
What about the Naïf? It's taste. Just taste. See how it spins out.
Things find their level.
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06:18:49 PM,Sunday 7 July 2002
I didn't tell everything about yesterday. I met a Jehovah's witness, and she gave me a comic book about God. Then I walked by these two white-haired old ladies. They were playing silver trumpets. One of them was handing out tracts with the hand she wasn't using to work the valves.
Then I went to an art museum. Hot damn. I was there for a couple hours, but I only saw a little bit of it. 19th century paintings and sculptures, and medieval tapestries and carvings, and these amazing incredible books... wow. Beautiful books. I'll go back a bunch more times, I figure. It's only $5 if you're a studenty type. Score.
I walked around some more and talked to people. Damn, people are nice in Baltimore. I mean, people are nice in Montana too, but they're instantly automatically nice; they've just sort of got this friendliness by default. In Baltimore, the first couple times you try talking to people, they're usually sort of snappish and a little suspicious. But then if you don't, say, freak out and turn into a raving nutbomb, they suddenly turn into the sweetest, friendliest people I've met. Seriously. I must have talked to fifteen people or so, sometimes whole conversations, sometimes just asking for directions, but every single one of them was just decent and helpful, and even a little protective of me, some total stranger chick who just wandered into their neighborhood from nowhere. I like this town a lot.
After I walked around for a few hours in the place where the bus left me, I wanted to see some other totally different part of the city, so I picked a random bus and rode the line up and down. It went through some pretty run-down spots with old boarded up buildings (some of 'em were really beautiful. I wanted to run around and play in 'em, but it might not have been safe), and tiny stores with colorful signs. Also people, walking around and sitting on stoops. I used to think about the city a lot, especially when I was a kid. I didn't have a chance to see one. Now I do, and I'm glad.
Then the bus went out to a sprawling suburban strip mall. These things are really beginning to freak me out, because lately every time I see one, I start superimposing all the other places I've seen with franchises covering blocks and blocks and huge full parking lots. Missoula, Annapolis, Towson, Santa Fe, and this place... they're all confused in the part of my mind that has pictures and labels. It's like in those video games when you have to get through a maze, but you go into one section with a magic trap on it -- unless you know the exact right directions to go in to unlock it, you can walk on and on and you'll see the same passageways over and over endlessly. Very unnerving.
I also saw a place called "Al Packer's Body Shop". Even more unnerving.
I went into a place (which had been drawin in a Zippy the Pinhead cartoon -- I know, 'cause they'd taped it to the cash register) and ordered a crab sandwich for $8. Parts of it were good. Parts of it tasted... peculiar. But I suppoes that's what you get when you deep fry an entire creature and eat every part of it. People are used to leaving the peculiar bits out. Hm.
As I was on the bus going home, I saw two people wearing walkmans. They were both bopping and dancing to the music and pushing a stroller between them. They looked real happy.
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06:17:13 PM,Sunday 7 July 2002
Today's Nemesis: plastic-permeating odors. I wound up throwing 'em both away. Fuggit, says I. Also, the water in the dorm taps is yellow. {shudder} Seeing as all I've got here is ramen and macaroni and other things which require water to be digested, I think I'm going out to eat. Which means I can't be naked all day as I'd planned to, but we can't have everything in this life.
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05:42:02 PM,Sunday 7 July 2002
