Quasijo - Supertiger

I’ve decided to keep track of my cats’ scents. They change subtly every few days. So

Shelly: Maple syrup and sausage

Ciaran: Some spice - maybe ginger and cinnamon.

I’ve been learning Japanese. My vocabulary now consists of several nouns including man, woman, boy, girl, elephant, airplane, and car; a few verbs such as run, jump, fall, dance, and fly; and two prepositions, above and below. I’m also supposed to know “in” as in “a woman in a car” but I haven’t actually caught the word yet, only the fact that it isn’t above or below. I moved into the numbers lessons the other day and that isn’t making any sense yet. I should have them down in another couple of sessions.

I’m back in touch with Hillary again. So very happy to renew our friendship.

Update complete!

I heard a cabinet door banging the other day. This is what I found.

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Photo post time. It’s cold here. We have snow. My car is iced into its spot and I had to miss work today. It’s been a beautiful day, though, and I’m glad to be home. Here’s the last couple of days in pictures.

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This is just absurde. Yes, with the -e modifier. Freakin’ anerable.

Insert Windows Vista Joke Here

I found these films by Mitchell Rose on YouTube today. I’m linking to his .com rather than YouTube because the contrast level is better in the Quicktime files.

I want to point out the Modern Daydreams shorts in particular. I love the themes of industry and commerce worked into these ballet numbers.

Also, take a look at the Sleep Studies and Learn to Speak Body: Tape 5.

is not as fat as i was afraid she’d be. Just saw her show at the Birchmere in Alexandria. She’s pretty funny. Much funnier than Gorge Lopez. She disses on men a great deal, but at least she doesn’t pantomime all white people as gay flamingoes. Also, I’ll never be able to watch The Sound of Music again. Would I rather have stayed home and played WoW? Maybe, but only because dinner was overpriced.

The Birchmere operates on a Dinner Theater model which means that you have to arrive two hours in advance to get a good seat for the show. I had insufficient reading material with me so I decided to play body language games. I attempted to take up as much space as possible at my table and surrounding tables without actually filling that space - or alternatively, I imposed a massive amount of personal space on my neighbors. It was pretty simple: I assumed an upright posture and didn’t express interest in conversation. My table was at a corner of the stage, so not directly in front but still pretty good and yet I was alone in the middle of a twelve foot bubble until there really wasn’t anywhere else to sit in the hall. I was very friendly when people engaged me, but I didn’t start conversations and I didn’t look interested in conversation. Folks seemed intimidated. Twice a couple approached and the women asked if they might join me. Their men both glanced around nervously and said they saw a better spot - which ended up being the far corner of the hall out of sight of me. I was amused. I’m also still pondering whether that was a reaction to my posture or to their ladies’ demeanor with me.

Anywho, I’m feeling full of myself tonight and I’m going to take it out on Horde.

Had a migraine when I woke up this morning. Decided I ought to muscle up and fight through it and get on into work. Did that by noon and felt pretty good about myself. I took the Relpax after I got to work and enjoyed a day of productive cognition with a stout dose of slow reflexes.

It snowed last night and left tiny patches of ninja ice all over. Ninja ice begins as a puddle that hasn’t frozen yet, but will as soon as you park your car beside it. These bitty puddles get just enough sunlight that they stay liquid until you cast a shadow and then they flash freeze. So, getting out of my car for lunch - no ice. Getting into my car after lunch - Charlie Chaplin impression.

Ciaran has been staring at me with his creepy eyes for about half and hour. Must be time for bed.

Momma is reading my blog! Keep it clean, you guys. All two of you. And Mom.

I’m going to a swing-dancing semi-formal on Saturday with Karolina. This is funny because I don’t know how to dance the Lindy Hop. She tells me there’s a beginner class before the dance, though. As long as I have fun, right? I’ll just pretend that I’m dancing in my apartment. Not DDR, mind you, but dancing. I do that. I just happen to dance like a white boy and I know it is all. A white boy or a belly dancer having a seisure.