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Thursday,
February 05, 2004
Revolution of Roses 
I'm throwing out the original fish-naming contest results due to voter fraud. Let's have another go at it. The fish has, in the fullness of time, revealed his true personality. The poor thing vacillates between lethargy, suicidal urges, romanticism and impotent uberviolence. He's either sleeping on the bottom of his tank, trying to commit piscine hara-kiri by dive-bombing his rocks head-first, fluttering about making bubble nests (ah, not a female Betta for miles, yet he is hopeful), and viciously attacking his own reflection in the tank glass. Unfortunately, this makes "Gilderoy" and "Narcissus" totally inappropriate names, and while Dorian remains acceptable and clever, Jess has made it clear that any fish named Dorian faces certain swirly toilet death. Thus, the choices: 1)Ambrose (as in Bierce) 2)Edgar (as in Poe) 3)A suggestion of your own Vote! - declared by Liusia @ 11:42 AM Sigh. Call me Gloucester. Out, vile jelly! Where is thy lustre now? Okay, fine, I'll shut up with the King Lear. Suffice it to say, I'm friggin' going blind. I was pretty sure I just had the pinkeye, which is nasty and gross, but not the end of the world, but then I went to University Health Services and discovered that I actually have the dreaded Some Obscure Eye Infection, from, I don't know, unclean spirits or something, and they don't know what to do about it. The doctor was actually seemed very nice, but I think he derived an indecent amount of fun from flashing that stupid little light in my eyes and seeing me wince and go "aagh!" At one point he actually left the room for a while, then popped into the room with a normal-sized flashlight, which he fired into my face like a semiautomatic. Doctor: So that hurts, then? The Voice in my Skull: FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! Me: [tiny, calm voice] Yes. Anyway, I have an appointment to go see a specialist this afternoon, who will probably inform me that my corneas must be from my skull pluck'd. I'm not really looking forward to it. - declared by Liusia @ 11:22 AM Wednesday,
February 04, 2004
Way too much time on my hands I just added two new sections to the About page - The Bookshelf and The Cohort. Feel free to check them out or not or whatever. - declared by Liusia @ 1:38 AM Tuesday,
February 03, 2004
Help, I've fallen through a wormhole and I can't get up So, I'm sitting here in the Petrovich Room of the Memorial Library. I do not know how I got here, other than that a minute ago I was amidst a bunch of narrowly-spaced bookshelves and now I am amidst a bunch of Slavs. The Memorial Library is a crazy labryinth in the best of situations, but when one is wandering around aimlessly looking for a copy of Penteleimon Romanov's biography, one can end up anywhere. I myself have ended up in this wood-panelled monstrosity, and I'm surrounded by copies of Eugene Onegin translated into like fifty languages, and shelves of more Polish-language books than I was previously aware existed in the entire universe. And there's wireless internet. This place is a little slice of heaven. Terry Pratchett writes of the existence of something called "L-space," a peculiarity of the nature of space-time that exists only in libraries, where the normal laws of physics do not apply, and that one may end up walking twenty miles across a building that, from the outside, appears to be no more than a few hundred yards wide. There is also a possiblity of ending up in an entirely different library on the other side of the world. I can only conclude that this is what has happened here, as I am surrounded by rather classily-dressed blue-eyed brunettes who are poring very seriously and unsmilingly over pieces of serious classical literature written in Cyrillic letters. While I, admittedly, would not sob to find myself back in Petersburg right now, this is a little worrisome, as I'm supposed to meet Liz at 6 o'clock. Also, I did not bring with me a change of underwear, not anticipating a trip to the other side of the world. You know what else is crazy? There's totally a pelmeni restaurant on State Street. It wasn't there when I left for Russia, that's for sure. I don't know where it came from, but it's ugly and tiny and poorly decorated and says "Pelmeni" in Russian on the window, and has no name otherwise. In other words, it looks like a normal Russian restaurant. I went in today and got a bowl. It was heavenly delicious. The dude even slathered it in sour cream. Maybe I haven't fallen through L-space back to Russia? Maybe little pieces of Russia are falling through L-space to Madison? Whatever. On the off chance that I have to walk all the way back to the US to find Liz, I'd better get started now. Ta! - declared by Liusia @ 5:36 PM Janet Jackson's Boobie Okay, almost every single conversation I've had today has, somehow, come around to Janet Jackson's boob. I'm not exactly sure why Janet Jackon's boob has this huge sway over the American consciousness, but apparently, it does. Frankly, I don't get the fuss. Is Janet's boob really the most offensive thing you've seen on recent network TV? Dude, people get shot and exploded and raped and mutilated every day on prime time TV dramas! But the networks are cool with the violence. But nudity? No no no! Boobies are just too exxxtreme for American values - well, it is okay to have hot sweaty sex all over my TV screen, as long as you have that amazing L-shaped sheet that covers up the dude from the waist down and the chick from the boobcrack down - but to show an actual boob? Lordy no, Granny's skull just imploded from the sight of it. Ridiculous. Boobies never hurt anyone. - declared by Liusia @ 4:05 PM Monday,
February 02, 2004
For the love of God... If you know anything about Panteleimon Romanov, e-mail me. - declared by Liusia @ 11:52 PM Things I saw written in my Russian classroom that entertained me briefly On my homework, after my professor handed it back: Your
It's like poetry! Blank verse! On the chalkboard, presumably from the previous class: love/sex - eros philia - non-sexual love agape - New Test. Koine hetaira=companion - courtesan porne=prostitute symposium plur. symposia On the back of the chair in front of me: Politicians prefer unarmed citizens. So do I! Nevar taking my guns. Never taking my grammar, gooner! - declared by Liusia @ 1:15 PM I think this estimate is a little low. (ruthlessly stolen from Makinka's journal) 
Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com - declared by Liusia @ 12:40 AM Sunday,
February 01, 2004
I am an HTML goddess So, new layout, eh? Signmyguestbook.com's servers are down for some reason, so I'll have to fix the guestbook later, but other than that, I think this sucka is complete. Do me a favor and surf around a bit and see if there are any broken links or gratuitous errors, will ya? - declared by Liusia @ 1:53 PM |
