Sunday, November 30, 2003
My head hurts and I have tons of work and these stupid art projects which I haven't got enough time for and there is my brain being all exploding-like and whatnot and ow ow ow.
Anyways, proper postage soon, about the infinite joys of Thanksgiving break.
Until then, have some rather disturbing marching kittens from Mr. Veitch of Rathergood. The same fellow who did the northern England Destiny's Child kittens, you know. I wish I knew German so I could tell for sure when it starts looping, but I suggest you watch it for a good while anyways, just to get the feel for it. If you watch it long enough, the whole world seems to be bouncing up and down in time to a beat which exists only in your head. Infinite good times.
If you need a break after watching that for a while, check out another animation by the same fellow. This one is sweet and a little sad and rather soothing, especially after the marching kittens. It's about some sad baby orangutans who bought the wrong bananas. If you've been keeping up with your B3ta like a good interweb trekker, you know all about the filter and happy baby orangutans, which makes this little ditty several times funnier.
Beth and Amanda put up very nice colorful Christmas lights in the hall around their door and down the wall, in the shape of an M. I'll take a picture at some point. They're quite cheery and festive. My roommate saw them doing it and said, "They're putting those up in the hall?!?" To which I said, perhaps a wee bit testily (headache, you know), "It's not like they're putting up Jesus on the cross. You'll live." She huffed. End of complaints. To me, anyways.
Proper blog soon, I promise. Right now, sleep. Sleep would be nice. I won't get it, but it sure would be nice.
edit: Oh, and is anyone else disturbed by the dining hall's promise of 'creamy style chicken'. Now, I may not be the best cook in the solar system, but something tells me that chicken is not supposed to be creamy. I always thought of it as... solid. I rather think that if I were cooking and my chicken came out creamy, I'd throw it out and start over.
But that's what we're being served on Tuesday, so apparently it's good enough for the dining halls here.
Lip smackin' good!