I gather you from every corner of the carpet,
and lug you to the far corner of the building,
then shove you into the corners of the washer.
(wait, a washing machine drum is cylindrical...)
Round and round you go until you vomit.
I return for you in precisely 29 minutes,
but somehow you run for seven more.
Of course, there's no dryers open,
so I proceed to make twelve more visits.
I empty you into the next machine.
Damn, how did this red sock get in with whites?
I hang up those of you that can't take the heat,
and toss in a sheet that smells so fresh and clean.
I'll come get you by the end of the day,
but my jeans' pockets shall still be damp.
I haul you back up the stairs to my domain.
The least you could do is put yourselves away.
I Walk The Line
Once upon a time...
Once upon a time there was a young lady named Yoda. Now Yoda was as fair as could be and the apple of her father's eye. Naturally her father trusted the fair Yoda with his beloved red Ford pickup.
Our fair Yoda loved this truck and kept it clean and fed and shiny. She took it on long drives through gorgeous countryside and on adventures of magnificent proportions. However, there was one draw back to her father's truck. In an age of ipods, the poor truck only had a CD player. (GASP!!)
Young Yoda did everything she could to deflect the horrific nature of this lack in tunes, and one day she petitioned her father for a CD of his very own making. Her petition was looked favorably upon and in time, our fair Yoda was granted the gift of her choosing.
This CD contained a song by the late Johnny Cash and since her most recent adventure, Cash's Ring of Fire has been stuck in her pretty head. Thus, she feels the need to share this song with everyone who stops by here.
Written by June Carter and Merle Kilgore
Recorded by Johnny Cash on 3/25/63
Number one - County Chart; Number 17 - Pop Chart
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
CHORUS:
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh,But The Fire Went Wild
CHORUS
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
Chorus
And just for kicks and giggles, our fair Yoda includes today another of the Cash's great songs:
I Walk The Line
Once upon a time there was a young lady named Yoda. Now Yoda was as fair as could be and the apple of her father's eye. Naturally her father trusted the fair Yoda with his beloved red Ford pickup.
Our fair Yoda loved this truck and kept it clean and fed and shiny. She took it on long drives through gorgeous countryside and on adventures of magnificent proportions. However, there was one draw back to her father's truck. In an age of ipods, the poor truck only had a CD player. (GASP!!)
Young Yoda did everything she could to deflect the horrific nature of this lack in tunes, and one day she petitioned her father for a CD of his very own making. Her petition was looked favorably upon and in time, our fair Yoda was granted the gift of her choosing.
This CD contained a song by the late Johnny Cash and since her most recent adventure, Cash's Ring of Fire has been stuck in her pretty head. Thus, she feels the need to share this song with everyone who stops by here.
Written by June Carter and Merle Kilgore
Recorded by Johnny Cash on 3/25/63
Number one - County Chart; Number 17 - Pop Chart
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
CHORUS:
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh,But The Fire Went Wild
CHORUS
I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher
And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire
Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire
Chorus
And just for kicks and giggles, our fair Yoda includes today another of the Cash's great songs:
I Walk The Line
Cali! Cali! California!
Adventure abounds in California
but all i have to offer today is
a snail that i didn't step on
in front of the seminary's guest house
i've never seen a snail like that
and some flowers in front of the school's chapel
the after-rain, flower scented world was lovely
to highlight two days
full of indian food and fellowship
forgetting the theory of covering spaces
and wondering if i could live in berkeley
and now i am really really completely exhausted
Philadelphia and Pineapple
You may be wondering this evening what Philadelphia and pineapples have to do with each other.
Well, I am here to inform you as to the deeper similarities of these two.
First: both can be found in south-eastern Pennsylvania. Hard to believe, I know. And while the location of Philadelphia may not be the shocker of the century, I can attest with witnesses (namely Latro and his pea pod mates) to the existence of pineapple in Pennsylvania; in Philadelphia no less!
Second: Both are dear to good Yoda's heart. Pineapple stands obvious without need of explanation. Philadelphia on the other hand needs a bit of understanding on the part of the faithful readers. See, despite the honking horns and the dirty streets and the ugly city surroundings, Philadelphia remains the city of brotherly love where the United States of America grew its fledging wings. Even despite the tacky painted tarp overlay to mask Independence Hall's repairs, this American gal appreciates the historic nature of those red brick buildings.
Third: both Philadelphia and pineapple start with p's and include more than one p in their letter structure.
Lastly, and most obviously the most important: both starred in this American girl's weekend. :)
Well, I am here to inform you as to the deeper similarities of these two.
First: both can be found in south-eastern Pennsylvania. Hard to believe, I know. And while the location of Philadelphia may not be the shocker of the century, I can attest with witnesses (namely Latro and his pea pod mates) to the existence of pineapple in Pennsylvania; in Philadelphia no less!
Second: Both are dear to good Yoda's heart. Pineapple stands obvious without need of explanation. Philadelphia on the other hand needs a bit of understanding on the part of the faithful readers. See, despite the honking horns and the dirty streets and the ugly city surroundings, Philadelphia remains the city of brotherly love where the United States of America grew its fledging wings. Even despite the tacky painted tarp overlay to mask Independence Hall's repairs, this American gal appreciates the historic nature of those red brick buildings.
Third: both Philadelphia and pineapple start with p's and include more than one p in their letter structure.
Lastly, and most obviously the most important: both starred in this American girl's weekend. :)
Apparently there is always time for zombie playacting...
Today Master Yoda and myself were discussing the amount of time that our professors expect us to spend on their particular class. And, being ourselves, we decided to make a table of all our activities and the time we spend doing them throughout the week. The main objective of this was to see how much time we actually have available for class work outside of class time.
It turns out that we apparently have 45 unallocated hours a week. This is a little more than 6 hours a day that we devote to discussing problems in the spacetime continuum, pretending to be zombies, and creating tables/charts/graphs of how we spend our time.
This figure seemed a little off to us, so we have decided to put our hypothesis to the test and actually keep track of where we are spending our precious time. An update to follow...
It turns out that we apparently have 45 unallocated hours a week. This is a little more than 6 hours a day that we devote to discussing problems in the spacetime continuum, pretending to be zombies, and creating tables/charts/graphs of how we spend our time.
This figure seemed a little off to us, so we have decided to put our hypothesis to the test and actually keep track of where we are spending our precious time. An update to follow...
Goldfish and their varying expressions (or lack thereof)
So I'm sitting here pretending to comp, eating some goldfish crackers, and I wonder: why do some goldfish have smiles and some don't? First I took a survey of 25 goldfish randomly taken out of the bag. Eight of these had smiles, seventeen did not. I thought maybe the ones with smiles had just forgotten that they are about to be eaten, or they have accepted this fact. Although, it seems slightly upsetting that almost 33% of these goldfish would just accept their fate without any confrontation. I do hope they are not persuaded by the no-emotion goldfish to revolt during my snack time...
Since I'm "comping", I did a little research via Google to see other opinions posed on the matter. The best answer I could find for the this phenomena was: "[it's] a genetic defect caused by exposure to powdered salt." Sounds like a good answer to me.
Fun Fact: Real goldfish have a memory span of at least three months.
Since I'm "comping", I did a little research via Google to see other opinions posed on the matter. The best answer I could find for the this phenomena was: "[it's] a genetic defect caused by exposure to powdered salt." Sounds like a good answer to me.
Fun Fact: Real goldfish have a memory span of at least three months.
The Big 100!!
Today marks 100 days until
GRADUATION!!!
(AHHHHH!!!)
What kind of reflection is required of countdowns? That anticipation of any event tends to change the actual event. Graduation is one of those highly anticipated and feared things... and yet, its a ceremony (hopefully outside) where a bunch of people that talk and walk around in rows in the same clothing.
sounds kind of boring
i hope the food is good.
GRADUATION!!!
(AHHHHH!!!)
What kind of reflection is required of countdowns? That anticipation of any event tends to change the actual event. Graduation is one of those highly anticipated and feared things... and yet, its a ceremony (hopefully outside) where a bunch of people that talk and walk around in rows in the same clothing.
sounds kind of boring
i hope the food is good.
(Now Is) The Winter Of Our Discontent
Did you know that the title phrase is not only a wonderful line from Shakespeare's play Richard the Third, but also the title of John Steinbeck's last novel and a period of British history from 1978-9?
Well, now you know.
Here at headquarters we would be in the winter of our discontent if we didn't love snow and comping so much. Perhaps occasionally it does feel like the winter of our discontent...
However!
Without snow or comping I would not be able to take such epic pictures as these:
The comp books on my desk
A church nestled in snow
It could be worse. :D
Well, now you know.
Here at headquarters we would be in the winter of our discontent if we didn't love snow and comping so much. Perhaps occasionally it does feel like the winter of our discontent...
However!
Without snow or comping I would not be able to take such epic pictures as these:
The comp books on my deskA church nestled in snow
It could be worse. :D
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