Saturday, April 19, 2003
Well. It has certainly been an interesting few days.
I hope that everyone is having a glorious Passover so far! I had two highly entertaining seders, and then I promptly became ill. Damn colds. I am pretty sure that the temperature change is what did it to me. You just can't have an 80 degree day followed by a 30 degree one. It just ain't right and/or proper.
For your viewing pleasure, I mucked with the template and added some more sites to the side. I stuck a couple of new comic sites over there, as well as the Music sites for the Dandy Warhols and Porcupine Tree, and La Tordue. Excellent bands, all. Check 'em out if you know what's good for you.
I also updated the link to nosepilot, one of the greatest animations ever created, because the old link I had up there was no longer connected. So if you haven't seen it yet (and I've been plugging it for years, so you should have already) go see it now. When you click on that link, just hit the link that says 'animation' at the top of the page, and you're golden. And crispy.
So, Passover! For the first night I went to Newton, as dictated by tradition. We called ahead just before we got there, to let them know that we hadn't died in a car crash on the way in or anything like that. When we got there and unsuspectingly walked in the front door, we were met by an overwhelming wave of Michigan-ness. People were wearing University of Michigan tshirts, hats, scarves, and, in one case, boxers. The U. of M. fight song had been downloaded and was playing, and they were all singing along to it. I was very thoroughly congratulated. Pictures were taken (and they had better come out). It was terrifying, yet also absolutely hilarious.
But, of course, being in Michigan next year means that I won't be able to go to this seder! *sniffle* I am most upset. It is always a terribly good time, what with the people and the glorious food and all. Alas.
For the second night I attended the seder at Jess's house, which is also traditional. What was not traditional was that her oven caught fire just before people got there. So we had to cook the potatoes at my house. The annual acting-out-of-the-plagues took place, with Jon flicking the lights for darkness and showering us all with giant rubbery grasshoppers for locusts. The conversations were diverse and interesting, ranging over such topics as impotent yet adulterous dentists, a nice Jewish man in western Mass. who hung his wife's lungs from his mailbox because she overcooked his ziti (think of the poor mailman!), and the severity of the white versus red types of horseradish. This seder will also be sorely missed next year.
Last night the moon was yellow.
Yesterday I went with my mother to the Audobon refuge in Marblehead, in search of the black crowned night heron that was supposed to be there. We almost didn't see him, but then I spotted him. You see, they have this crazy way of standing where they hold their body entirely perpendicular to their legs, in other words, horizontally. And they're mostly white colored with darker parts on their dorsal (upper) side. So he looked just like a log among all the other birch-y sorts of logs there. The only reason I saw him was because he was sort of swaying back and forth in a way that was quite un-log-like. He was cool. It's breeding season, so he had these neat, long, white feather things on his head. You can sort of see them in the picture below, but not really. Anyways, he definitely made my day.
i am full of heron-y goodness
If you are interested in French comics, you can check out Cool French Comics. It is a sort of informational listing thing.
I finished writing my comic book! If it stays the way it is now, it should work out to about 20 pages, which is regular comic book length! Now I've started storyboarding the sucker and deciding on layouts, and then I can draw it! I am so proud of my productivity. Especially when that productivity would be better spent on studying for the AP Biology test.
A morula is a solid ball of cells. The picture of it in our bio book makes it look a little bit like a soccer ball. Hmm. I wonder if it's good for playing soccer with. Are cells bouncy when you kick them?
Last night I couldn't sleep, because I was waiting for the massive amounts of Sudafed I had taken to kick in. So I was singing '99 bottles of beer on the wal'l in my head. Only I was singing it '99 stations of Mir on the wall'. I have absolutely no idea why I was doing this. Sometimes the inner workings of my mind are better left alone.
Time to go git me some ice cream! Happy happy joy joy.