psalm_onethirtyone: (The Perfect Pool)
Got my Yuletide assignment yesterday. It's pretty cool and I think there is a lot of potential in it, and I think I also can do a good job with it -- certain elements of it weird me out, but the prompter gave me a lot to work with so I think I leave some things out while still giving them what they want. So I am excited!

I go home to-day for Thanksgiving, so I'll be scarce for the next week.

Linkspam!:

A presenter in my cog psych class used this page about art by autistic people in his presentation, and I thought that was pretty neat, so here is the link. It is pretty cool from both an art and a mental shenanigans standpoint. (I also ended up talking about the gender issues surrounding autism with the professor after class, which was pretty neat -- she agreed with [livejournal.com profile] mhari and said that autism is generally viewed as a "boy's disorder" and not something girls are supposed to get.)

Octopodes can go on land and that is totally awesome. Plus also super cute.

Although we already knew that, Ann Coulter is a maniac and I don't understaaaand, Jesus. I don't want to live on this planet any more? Liz said I should move to Canada, but I feel it is my duty to model sane Christianity for people in America.

I am currently using this programme to try and manage my issues with computer light = migraines; I've only had it downloaded for a day, so I haven't got a real clear idea of how well it works yet, but it's an interesting idea.

This tumblr exists and it is pretty pro -- Ugly Renaissance Babies.

A really interesting essay/article on why "born this way" is a bad argument for queerness.

This guy is my hero -- a devout Muslim whose faith led him to try to save the man who shot him. I heard an interview with him on NPR on Sunday -- he was really incredible. Warning: Article contains pictures of headshot.

For your webcomic organising needs, piperka is a great site for tracking updates and keeping stuff neat.

Finally, when you have just delivered a good Caruso zinger, the instant CSI. Yeahhhhh!
psalm_onethirtyone: (Men Behaving Stupidly)
So we watched the Seventh Seal to-day for religion/history class, and I live-Tweeted it, because I am boring and enchanted by modern technology. I also thought I was kind of funny, so I have reproduced it here. >_>

Warnings for: Rape, immaturity.


--Watching "The Seventh Seal". Lotta dies irae happening up in here.

--Dear Mr. Bergman: Horses prolly don't actually drink sea water.

--THERE IS SO MUCH SYMBOLISM HAPPENING.

--OHO. DEATH GOT THE BLACK CHESS PIECE.

--...yeah, I'm going to livetweet this, don't judge me. It makes it more bearable.

--...and then random dirty ballads.

It just gets more sophisticated from here )
psalm_onethirtyone: (This is My Way out of This)
SO to-day I read the apocryphal Biblical text of Joseph and Asenath and you should too because it is awesome and hilarious. And Asenath's cleansing ritual involves being COVERED IN BEEEEEEES, because God is a troll.

It's days like this that I'm really happy to be a religion major.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Not Me! Erro ero)
Braxtonisms of the semester so far:

On America's scale of political career-death: "Gay is wormy. If you're an atheist, you're sub-wormy."

"We don't mean bad in a judgmental, negative sense. We mean bad in a nice way."

"If you can't think of a response, just say reproduction. It's always right."

On gossip: "He can benchpress like 900 pounds, he must take calcium supplements or something."

More selections from Religion and War: )
psalm_onethirtyone: (Slightly Confuzzled - Holly Brook)
Oh, kittens. I swear I am going to respond to the comments left on my two previous posts, I am just terribly distractable and tired right now. So have a collection of diverting things that I have made from the internets:

1. A meme.

Pick one of my current rp characters and I will:

(a) Three facts about them from my personal fanon.
(b) A reason they're amazing.
(c) Five things that I'd like to see happen to them.
(d) Three people that I might ship that character with and why.


I'll probably do old characters, too, if you ask; I am pliable that way.

2. A tumblr.

Fuck Yeah, Benedict Cumberbatch. Oooh yeah.

3. A game.

I had sex with Oprah.

4. Photography.

Hummingbirds, it turns out, are as derpy as the rest of us.

5. A Polyvore.

This always makes me happy.

6. A fanfiction.

Raj/Howard, Big Bang Theory. Yesssss.

7. A request.

I'm almost done with a Holmes/Watson Sherlock fanfic, would anyone mind beta-reading it for me?
psalm_onethirtyone: (Narwhals Narwhals Swimmin' in the Ocean)
I will be going AWoL between Tuesday afternoon and Sunday afternoon, but in the meantime, this is a combination of hilarious and intriguing. Turn your legitimate writing into nonsense!

If you haven't seen Damn You Autocorrect, it is hysterically funny, and I don't even have a phone.

This might be my favourite tumblr ever.

And, in conclusion, people need to link me to more Sherlock stuff. But if you're like me, and you're trying to put off doing constructive work for as long as you can, this is a gorgeous dress-up doll game to waste your time with.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Disapproving Curly Octopus Disapproves)
Filthy tired, but finding this fairly amusing. For the record, that's my college that she didn't come to.

I wasn't actually planning to go, but I do think that if you're going to skip an appointment to do something else (which, God knows, who hasn't?), you should probably not post on Twitter/Facebook/whatever that you're going to do so. Good judgement, people, use you some.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Look Where Sadly the Poor Wretch--)
Natter:

Item one: I was looking through old photo albums to-day, and observed that my hair used to be so damn long and luxurious. >_> Actually, it was so heavy that the hair on my head was always really straight and flat, and the hair coming down was always incredible curly and thick, so I basically looked like I had the world's worst clip-on extensions. Anyway, now it's short and easy to take care of and curly everywhere, but damn it did look nice. I also note that I used to look an awful lot like a German butterball potato with a head on it, which is not to say that I'm not still fat, but at least I am no longer spherical.

Item two: There is a roving coffee van in Newport called He-Brews which serves hot coffee and foods to vagrants in the name of Christ. We started discussing other religiously-themed food organisations, and Maria came up with Beelzepub, which I think may be the most amazing thing ever. Also, since Beelzebub is the patron demon of gluttony, it double-works.

Item three: Three very foolish youths in the Shermans Dale area attempted to rob a liquor store that has already been robbed twice--the first time, the owner shot and killed the thief. You would think that anyone with a basic sense of self-preservation or the brains to conceive of committing a robbery in the first place would think that it was a bad idea to rob a place made famous a mere five months earlier for zealous protection (the owner did, admittedly, kill the first thief in self-defence, as the dude was attempting to hit him with a hammer--also unbelievably stupid, since the sentence for robbing a liquor store is around two years, unlike, say, a murder sentence).

Item four: It's the ninetieth anniversary of women getting the right to vote! You should celebrate by burning Sarah Palin in effigy.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Grow a Little Good)
Yesterday we canned tomato juices and all the corn in the world. To-day twenty pints of vegetable soup (corn, carrots, lima beans, potatoes, three or four types of tomatoes, onions, celery, almost all homegrown) with the new pressure canner. I am sleepy and bored and [livejournal.com profile] mhari's internets are broken, so here is something that did entertain me to-day:

Sampling of the Lancaster Farming ad section [all sic]:

3 yr old BISON HEIFER. Pastured with cattle. asking $1000.00 Monroe Co. PA

Potbelly pigs, black babies $25. Pink baby $30. Lancaster Co. PA

Young homing pigeons, banded, very healthy, many colors to choose from. York Co. PA no sunday calls please.

Doctor's Buggy, new Amish shafts, one horse, $750.00. Franklin Co. PA

Ford 1947 two door sedan, runs good, 3,800. or best offer. Delaware Co. PA

Clawfoot bathtub (very heavy) was still in use 2010, original spigots $500/obo Lancaster Co. PA

Attention unfortunate farmers: Fresh woodchips to compost dead livestock. You haul. Lancaster Co. PA

Goats. The fainting kind. Six billies to choose from. $75/ea. Lancaster Co. PA No phone

Shetland mini sheep, small, easy to handle, ewes and lambs. Great for spinners with solid bodies, panda faces. Warren Co. PA

Two one horse sleighs, need some restoring $800 for one, $1500 for pair/obo. Lancaster Co. PA

Miniature Hereford Semen from gentle small polled hereford bull $25.00 a straw. Call Art at Munchkin Farm. Rutland Co. VT

Cider Press, Antique, grind one basket while you press one, comes with 3 baskets, kept inside last 50 years, $600. Indiana Co. PA

Wanted: a cream separator that works. Centre Co. PA

Wanted: Blueberry pie recipe consisting of only fresh blueberries in plain, sweetened gelatin in a single baked pie crust served at defunct Meyer's Restaurant, Quakertown. Buck Co. PA

Goats for rent to eat weeds. Hillsides, fields, anywhere needed. Especially good for areas where mowers find difficult. Harford Co. MD
psalm_onethirtyone: (Not Me! Erro ero)
We are a family adept at attracting disaster, such that we are always equipped to deal with something going completely wrong in the least anticipatable way, and nobody is ever really surprised when it does, in fact, go wrong. But even taking that into consideration this trip was a pretty amazing failure.

For instance, we were an hour from home when the kayaks attempted to escape from the roof rack. We stopped, re-secured them, adjusted for the fact that we had filled them with supplies like the charcoal, the cereals, and the bags of chips. Things seemed basically okay. We have had things try to escape from the roof rack before (once I drove all the way to Altoona with my bicycle re-enacting Escape From Alcatraz off the top of Supercar), so no big deal.

Three hours from home, the Cape Cod potato chips flew out of the double kayak like a crunchy tasty missile, launching themselves into the unknowns of I-81.

This proved to be a good thing, however, as when we started to pull off the road to determine what exactly had gone flying (we were unable to tell at the time) the roof rack itself made a go at escape. THE ROOF RACK ITSELF. Bearing both kayaks and all the food supplies in them, as well as Maria’s banjo.

We were able to save everything except the chips: stuffed all the other supplies in around our feet, leaving Maria on top of the charcoal, Daddy on top of the stack of watermelons, the banjo between us in the backseat, remaining chips stuffed in amongst my pile of books. At this point, we decided we had probably weathered the worst of the disasters that our family was by nature going to attract.

Ha. Ha.

Of little significance is the moment when the painter tying the kayaks to the car snapped, prompting another frantic side-of-the-road scurry. Equally insignificant is the realisation, shortly after lunch, that the cereals we had left in the kayaks were about to pop out, spewing bread, Chex, and cinnamon buns all over the highway.

No, the truly amazing moment was when we ran out of gas on the side of the road in the middle of New York nowhere. The farmer’s house we petitioned for house kindly informed us that there was a gas station four miles down the road, and we could make it by coasting in neutral.

And you know what? We did.

But in the three hours left between us and our destination, we ended up having to borrow rope and secure the kayaks to the roof by wrapping the rope all the way around and through the windows of the car, where we hung on said ropes to hold said kayaks in place while I read stories by Bailey White aloud and we tried not to utter the last ominous words that would secure our miserable fates for good and ensure we never made it to our destination:

"Well, it probably can’t get worse."
psalm_onethirtyone: (Only Time Gold Doesn't Sink)
DUDE. So I was checking out books for a lady at the library, and discovered that there is a series of Arthurian romance novels called Knights of the Round Table.

I put the Geraint/Enid one on hold for me. Because LOL. They can't be worse than Rosalind Miles.

p.s. Cheyenne gave me a CATFISH. He is awesome and needs a good whiskery name.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Nay Nor Woman Neither)
As I was getting off the train at Philly station, the dude behind me started spraying on cologne. Note that this dude was enormous--and by enormous I do not mean fat, I mean Hagrid--and getting down luggage for all the girls on the train. Then he leans over to me and says,

"Hey, sweetheart, do you have a boyfriend?"

And I couldn't help it. I just burst out laughing. Like, I don't know, I suppose I should have been slightly scared that this enormous be-cologned dude was hitting on me, but it just struck me as hilarious somehow.

Anyway, I said, "No, but I have a girlfriend."

He looks at the girl just past me and goes, "You too?" and she gives this kind of terrified nod (I don't think she heard all of what was going on), and he goes, "Awww, man."

So, uh, idk. XD

Also, I watched Cairo Time finally on the train. Omg it was so great. ;____; And made me wibble all over the place. Also, Alexander Siddig remains really goddamn hot and also incredibly funny and expressive--I laughed out loud a couple of times. It was superb. Except that there was not any making out, and I felt somewhat cheated, especially because Mr. Siddig and his romance kept going past what I like to call Soujin's Nose-Proximity Kiss Ratio, which says that the closer the noses of two characters in a film become the more likely it is that they are going to kiss. Mr. Siddig and Ms. Clarkson's noses were totally past the necessary proximity for kissing a whole bunch of times, and they never actually kissed.

Also, God, I had forgotten how long he is. He has to fold himself up in order to fit in, like, normal chairs. It's hilarious. He's so lanky and tall and ridiculous and has such great crinkles around his eyes gahhh. And his accent is to die for.

I seriously should be married to this man.

I board in about a half hour, and then it's seven hours to Medway! :P Luckily I packed more films and some books and I have fic to write, so I should be able to stay un-bored-to-death.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Everyone is Fond of Owls)
Oh my word. So my aunt finally left (yes, this sucked me away for two days--it would you too), along with four of her terrifying dogs.

Casualties: Amazingly, none; Maggie had to stay in her room the whole time because she was traumatised, and they tried to eat Tribble but she managed to get outside, after which she hid in the barn all day and wouldn't come out. They also tried to eat Callie, but because she is eleventy-million years old and Ice Princess of the Whole World, she just clawed open Linnet's nose and sauntered off. And then Linnet bled on the carpet. >_> Also, one of them (Camilla, I think?) ate two of Maria's potatoes, so Maria threw a fit. Luckily Perci (and Larry, the single turkey poult) were locked in the laundry room, so there was nothing to worry about there.

Speaking of Perci, we changed his sand and bought him a hunk of corkwood to climb on, and he is extremely happy. He climbs halfway up it and hangs off, and every time I try to pick him up he sinks his feet in and latches on. So I'm really glad, because he was definitely worrying me at school. I think he's doing a lot better now.

There are eight disgusting kittens in a nest in the barn. XD They are in that stage where they haven't got their eyes open and their arms and legs are weirdly defined and their tails are just little pieces of stringy stuff, so they look like butterscotch and grey furry maggots. I'm trying to make their mama a bit less people shy so we can catch and spay her--after all, it is ridiculous that she had eight kittens. I took pictures. There's a tortoiseshell one that's pretty cute.

Mostly I'm just incredibly glad to be home.

---

Maria: Ugh, I sat on an asparagus to-day. I'm so embarrassed.
Soujin: You squashed it?
Mama: Your granddad always used to say 'happy as an old maid in an asparagus patch".
Maria: ....Not like that. Oh God.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Dye My Eyes and Call Me Pretty)
Here are some great links that I found to-day, and by "found" I mean "picked up off Go Fug Yourself". But hey. They're pretty rad.

A to Z, which is hilarious. It's drawings from A to Z of random nerdy stuff. Many Star Trek and Marvel references. Yessss.

Heartwarming father-daughter times! [livejournal.com profile] coffeeandpoly is very fond of this one. This is your Faith in Humanity link.

Worst 13 songs recorded by professional athletes. This delights me. A great, great deal.

Finally, here is something that happened to me to-day. I bought some stuff that I didn't have money for, so Matt paid for it with his credit card. Then when I renewed my med scrip I withdrew money and paid him back; about fifteen dollars. Then we went to the choir concert, and they asked for donations, but I had no money again. Obviously.

And then this conversation took place:

Matt: Does anyone have three dollars I can borrow?
Everyone: Nope.
Me: No, but--Matt, why don't you have any money? I gave you money!
Matt: Oh, well, I donated it.
Me: ...
Me: *gets up, goes over to him, and kisses him*
Everyone: ...
Matt: ...
Phil: Did you--did you just get kissed by a lesbian?
Me: He deserved it!
Phil: Oh, my God.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Found Myself!)
My second day doing capoeira. I'm learning in a group, which as it turns out is a really good way for me to learn. There's also a degree of humility involved--besides the fact that you get knocked over a lot, I was doing jenga with Gabby and I kept hitting her because she wouldn't hit me, and I stopped and told her just to go ahead, I wouldn't mind if she hit me, just do it, and Charlie leaned over from where he was doing it with Liz and slapped me in the face. Which I deserved, because I left myself open, and I was getting over-confident because Gabby wouldn't hit me.

After that we did a lot better. She kicked me and I kicked her and we both got really good at dodging each other and at falling back into the jenga after we'd kicked. I felt like we were really finding a rhythm in it. Which felt wonderful.

Also, I'm learning to stand on my head! Maybe someday I will even get to be any good at it.

The copy of Port Eternity I bought as a gift to myself came to-day! I will get to it as soon as I finish the reading for my historiographic report. Or maybe I will give up on having time for it until I'm home. Still, I'm going to read it within the next month. That is my vow.

For my report, I am reading Helen Waddel's translations of Beasts and Saints and her teeny little book Poetry in the Dark Ages. I've only started the former so far, but it's awfully fun. Basically they are tiny, tiny little fables of saints doing stuff with animals, often with a little moral, but sometimes not, sometimes just kind of "oh look how awesome these saints were, look what they could do!"

My favourite so far is The Unsociable Lion, which I will reproduce for you here in full.

There was a certain old man, a solitary, who lived near the river Jordan: and going into a cave because of the heat he found there a lion: and the lion began to gnash his teeth and to roar. To whom the old man said, "What is annoying thee? There is room enough here to hold both me and thee. And if thou likest it not, arise and go hence." But the lion, not taking it well, left and went outside.

Most of them are in this vein. Best. Project. Evar.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Gross Things are Cool!)
Over the last week, I have watched a deliciously bad horror film called The Swarm, and live-chat summed it up for various victims. Here, for your pleasure, starring Michael Caine, Henry Fonda, Richard Widmark, Olivia de Havilland, Katharine Ross, Richard Chamberlain, Ben Johnson, and THE MOTHERFUCKING MOLES OF BEES, is

The Swarm )

And now I am going to bed, dammit.
psalm_onethirtyone: (This is My Way out of This)
Our school just sent out this e-mail to all students:

JC Alert: NOAA has issued a Flood Warning for Huntingdon County

Oh yeah? Well, I won't believe it until I see it, bitch. And tell them to stop working on that goddamn ark, it's blocking my view of the quad.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Slightly Confuzzled - Holly Brook)
Maria: So it's kind of a weird episode, right, there are all these planetary ambassadors and some of them are really disturbing.
Soujin: Oh?
Maria: Yeah, this one looks like a pig but with soulless pits where its eyes should be. I think I'll have nightmares about it.
Soujin: Oh, come on, you love pigs. How bad can it OH HOLY JESUS IT'S LIKE LOOKING INTO A BLACK HOLE OF PUPPY MURDERS
Maria: (with her hands over her eyes) I told you so, didn't I.

~

[Spock is basically totally unconcerned that Hyde!Kirk has attempted to rape Yeoman Rand]
Soujin: Spock, you suck.
Maria: He can't help it. Vulcans are desensitised. It happens to them every time they get a firm handshake.

~

LOL FOR-EVER, flist. I cannot stop giggling every time I see this article or references thereto. Unfortunately, I can't make the poll results load on this computer, so someone please tell me whether Sherlock Holmes is gay or not.

~

Meme I stole off [livejournal.com profile] saucynuisance:
♀ comment with a character of mine. (Any game)
♂ receive three bits of trivia about their sexuality:
practices, preferences, experiences, fantasies, kinks, etc


~

Meme I stole off [livejournal.com profile] gileonnen:

I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that you think should be obvious, but you have no idea about. I promise true answers.

~

If I shipped Spock/McCoy, which I do, I would have to say that Mirror, Mirror is one of the best episodes ever to use in a ship manifesto. "No! We can't leave evil, beardy Spock here to die! I'll save him, even if that means I get stuck in a parallel universe for-ever in which everybody wears sparkly uniforms!" "McCoy, no! We've got to go!" "Not until I save Spock!" [Spock is saved] "Dr., I'm going to mind-meld with you. It will be disturbingly sexy."

~

Also they're making a Gunsmoke movie. Hold me.
psalm_onethirtyone: (Dye My Eyes and Call Me Pretty)
How to Be Disappointed: A Handy Guide.

-->Go to store
Went to store!

-->Do you have a giftcard?
Yes!

-->Find a store with cute dresses
Wet Seal! Oooh, I've never been in a Wet Seal before. Oooh!

-->Find cute dress
Oooh, it's denim!

-->Find fitting room
Whyyy to employees in clothing stores always make you feel so awkward about using the fitting room, anyway?

-->Is dress one size too small? Dammit. )

How to be Gratified: Guide 2

-->Go to second-hand shop
I love the second-hand shop!

-->Do they have cute denim dress very similar to dress in chain clothing store?
EEEEEE.

-->Inspect price sticker
...Ten dollars.

-->Run gleefully out of store with new dress
BEST. DAY. EVER.

And I'm not really out that much for the other one, it's just. I have never payed twenty-five dollars for a dress before. >_< It seems really kind of awful. But! I got a skirt that looks like origami at the second-hand shop for two dollars, so ha. And I also got, um, some new horror movies that I don't need. >_> Um. And the store also had Black Sheep, which I have been dying for for-ever (IT'S A HORROR MOVIE! WITH SHEEP! It's basically the movie version of what would happen if all my stuffed sheep on my bed ever came alive and decided they hated me! I really, really want it), but it was a new copy instead of used and cost fifteen dollars.

To-morrow I am going to Boston! And on Friday through August 3 I will be with [livejournal.com profile] mhari. Wheeee!
psalm_onethirtyone: (And Didn't it Shine?)
Let me tell you a story! You all want to hear a story, I know.

So at our house, there is a long long road that goes down by the sheep shed, the hog enclosure, and the chicken house, down along the Mahantango to the tractor crossing. Now we got the land this road is on into a preservation programme, which would be all super except for one thing: the preservation programme stipulates that there can be no motorised vehicles down that road any more. But we still use the road a lot for walking to all the various stuff down it. Long story short, it has to be mowed, but you can't run a mower down there.

So we use a scythe! It's a great piece of work, really functional as long as you sharpen the blade before each use. You obviously have to exert a lot more effort than you would on a riding mower or even a push mower. Well, to-day I decided to mow the path, which is probably a short half a mile. Definitely not more.

Here is a big public service announcement!: if you are planning to mow half a mile of road with a scythe, you should probably make sure you don't do it in the heat of the day. Likewise, you should be properly hydrated and probably wearing some kind of head covering plus sunscreen. You should definitely NOT do it in only a sports bra and jeans after having drunk a diet Dr. Pepper (colas are diuretics, so pretty much the opposite of water). However, it does help if you can pause midway through and go sit in the creek and play with the crawdads.

My right hand is so blistered I can hardly hold anything, and, in typical Soujin fashion, as I was putting the scythe away I tripped on it. I've now got a little less toe on my right foot than I used to. :D But I figured, didn't hurt much, whatever, so I took off my clothes and hung them up on the line and started inside when--! !!! Blood! Leaking perilously close to the carpet! So I had to hop around the house in my underwear looking for bandaids and a towel while Daddy poked his head around the door and said,--

"Soujin? Did you leave Maggie down at the creek?"

Also, the pigs were so laughing at me the whole time. I know they were. Stupid pigs.

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