January 6th, 2005

reeciebastion

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*wibbles* Trillian 3 has this feature where it underlines unusual words and terms, and if you hover over them, it pops up a Wikipedia window with a definition. So cool. *such a geek*
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reeciebastion

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I was awoken at 8:16 this morning by a bizarre scraping noise. I pulled the covers over my head, hoping it would go away. It did not. After about ten minutes of trying to go back to sleep, I sat up and looked out the window. There were two unrecognizably-bundled-up person-shapes toiling on the sidewalk with shovels.

Oh, and there was an inch of snow on everything.

I did the obvious: I dove back into bed and pulled the blankets over my head.

Apparently it's dianahobart's fault. ;)

And now I am going to Ikea with dragonfly13. And hopefully she won't be hopelessly lost on the way.
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cactus

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"Not an artist? Doesn't matter anymore. You can be taught everything you need to know."

EXCEPT HOW TO BE AN ARTIST.

Gods, how I despise these commercials.

I have also decided that Blast from the Past is disturbingly reminiscent of Farnham's Freehold. Especially that scene when Brendan Fraser's character, Adam, brings Eve (Alicia Silverstone) down to meet his parents, and Adam says: "I'm asking you to trust me, without understanding why," and his father replies: "Oh, well, in that case, of course." That is a parent-child relationship straight out of Heinlein. I mean, there's no actual time travel, or a world where all the whites are a subjugated class, or a god-like reverence of cats, but Heinlein-like, nonetheless.

Have to find my classrooms tomorrow, I think. Anybody want to come with?
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