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mek has insisted I publish a correction so:

The alligator did not eat all the other alligators. He just bullied them enough that they had to be sent back to the farm in Florida. I apologize for maligning Guiness-the-Alligator and the Sacramento Zoo.

(I still maintain "farm" is a euphemism but mek thinks the docent would have 100% told us if this was an alligator-eating-alligator).

Thank you for your time.

~Sor
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So there's this dumb little thirty-second video that Seth Everman made. I implore you to watch it. (No jump scares or gore or anything, but it is _weird_ and possibly unsettling in a vague horror way.)

It says a lot about my sense of humour --about my family's sense of humour-- that I think this is just about the greatest thing ever, and showed it immediately to Alys, who also thinks it's about the greatest thing ever. We have been singing-quoting-referencing it to each other her entire visit, and it's gotten to the point where one of us can just say "basically" and we both crack up.

We've also been ANALYZING it like crazy, far _far_ more than a thirty second piece of dumb internet humour deserves. Here are all our observations and interpretations so far. Why? Because. Because.

( Do your English teacher proud under the cut )

If you think this is _way_ ridiculously much thinking, you are entirely right and have grokked the gist of mine and Al's riffing humour-style. If you have your own analysis or ideas, please feel free to pass them along -the dumber the better! Support yourself with the text though, of course!

~Sor
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The warm-up question for my geometry students tomorrow:

[Mx Whimsy] has just bought a really hoopy new towel! It’s the same colour as a bulldozer and says “DON’T PANIC” in large friendly letters along the top. When she measures the area, she finds it’s a whopping 3,318 square inches (enough to completely cover the head of the Ravenous Bug-Blatter Beast of Tral). She knows the length of the towel is 79 inches, but can’t seem to remember the width. What is The Answer?

I should probably not be allowed around impressionable children.

~Sor
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Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/745901.html

Have you seen that fun fact about cats floating around, the one that talks about how cats don't have enough object permanence to understand that different doors can lead to the same place?

I kinda feel like I have that problem with browser windows sometimes. "Oh, no one has updated about their life in this window, but I bet if I close chrome and immediately reopen it, they will have!"

Clearly the subsets of people I follow on LJ/Tumblr/Twitter/Facebook/ecc just need to update more. ;)

~Sor
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Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/717328.html

I just closed 17 tabs about lobsters!

Why did I have 17 tabs open about lobsters? Well you see, I was at a party which had about 12 people all in the same room. This was enough that we were mostly having multiple small conversations at a time, but sometimes they would converge into one big conversation.

JB and I were having an excellent discussion on whether you can make lobsters flip upside down using iron filings and magnets¹, and other people were discussing the history of hamster dance vs whistlestop. Out of the corner of my ear, I hear

ratatosk say the phrase "English Country Lobster Dance".

Okay, that's a fucking beautiful phrase. I want you all just to take a moment and say it aloud to yourself, because it really is a lovely thing. Almost immediately, the conversation turns to what a great thing that would be, and a heartbreaking disappointment when it is revealed that a google search for such nets no results.

Conversation continues for three or four minutes. WAIT! I say suddenly, loudly. My fingers fly into action: [lobster dance capering and kickery]. AH-HA! I declare! Of course! The Lobster Quadrille!

We very nearly rolled up the rug and danced it then and there, but alas, it requires being by the seaside, and also, lobsters. But between citing my sources about lobster-magnetism, and searching up some Charles Dodgson texts, I wound up with 17 open tabs about lobsters.

It was a very good party.

~Sor
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1: I was mentioning a Fun Fact that my dad told me ages ago, that I wasn't positive was actually true, because while my dad is mostly a legitimate person, he is also a dad. Anyways, SOURCE MO'FOS! If you raise lobsters in a space with iron filings instead of sand, and then hold a magnet above them, they will flip upside down! I leave the "how" as an exercise for the reader.

Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/709786.html

DEAR HUMANS.

AND OTHER LIKE CREATURES.

IT IS TIME FOR THE ICE CREAM. THE ICE CREAM WHICH HAS BEEN DELAYED A WEEK THROUGH UNFORTUNATE TRAVEL TIMING. THAT ICE CREAM. IT IS IN DAVIS SQUARE. SOON I WILL BE IN DAVIS SQUARE. SOON ALL OF YOU WILL BE IN DAVIS SQUARE.

WE WILL ALL JOURNEY TO DAVIS SQUARE AND WE WILL ALL EAT ICE CREAM. FOREVER. OR UNTIL LIKE NINE O CLOCK BECAUSE I HAVE SCHOOL IN THE MORNING AND YOU PROBABLY HAVE YOUR OWN WORK.

OBEY MY BIRTHDAY WISHES. THEY HAVE ONLY GROWN STRONGER IN THE INTERVENING WEEK. IF LEFT UNCHECKED, THEY WOULD CHOKE OUT ALL OF HUMANITY AND CREATE THE ICE CREAMPOCALYPSE.

YOUR BELOVED LORD HIGH QUEEN OF EVERYTHING.
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Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/693066.html

Day two among the Californians. I am integrating myself into their ways. I have been learning how to operate the button-machine, to playact characters. This appears to be some sort of marker of friendship, despite the occasional swearing, or shooting each other to death. Later I will make dinner for the tall one, to further develop our trust-bond.

(The tall one is intrigued as I write this. I think they might be able to communicate, but only in a snarky fashion. More investigation required.)

The long-haired one has left the domicile for the time being. I suspect he is foraging for "stuff".

The skittish ones continue to not trust me, despite the encouragement of the tall one. I shall bribe them with bits of food later, or more likely leave them the hell alone.

The long one has been quiet, though I heard word last night about it eating a member of the enemy. The green one has been decidedly not quiet, though has not been attempting to declare its dominance over me, like the last time I travelled to this wild place.

Now I am requested to use my typing machine to create a form of communication known as "Lambchop fanfiction". Oh these strange Californians! Will I ever truly understand their ways?

~Sor
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((Postscript: Yes, I'm in California visiting mek. I meant to mention at some point, but the last week was sortof intense and terrible and distracting. So yeah. I'm here a bunch of days.))

Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/653681.html

It has been brought to my attention that I am apparently a Mary-Sue.

I am...boggled, at this. Discombobulated, even. I have, in fact, found at least one dumb.

I can't help but admit that mek and Jake (and apparently Swing)'s reasoning is at least a little sound. I myself I have been confused on several occasions by the fact that everyone is into me, or at least likes me very much. I have very long and very spectacular hair. While it's not exactly a well-known fact, I do align myself with the identity of "princess". My name is Katarina for goodness sakes, which is at least a little bit exotic and flowery enough to pass as Mary-Sue.

(Really, it's that first one that's the most damning. People like me for reasons I have attempted but never really succeeded in discerning. Why do you all like me? Is it because The Author is writing you all that way?! I find that both depressing and somewhat comforting, because at least it means you don't all like me for me, an idea I find frankly terrifying. I am nowhere near as awesome as you lot seem to think I am.)

Discuss.

~Sor
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Original Tags: amused, that-other-site-i've-got, why-am-i-so-awesome

Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/630478.html

GUYS!

I DECIDED TO SHOW OFF MY THREEEEDEEEE GLASSES BY COSPLAYING SOLLUX

( DO YOU LIKE MY COSPLAYS? ARE THEY NOT THE BEST COSPLAYS? )

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(all caps equals hilarity)

~Sor
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Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/628860.html

I would like to inform the internet that Kevin's peas are frozen.

This is specifically for reasons of google, that's why.

Square Dancers are weird, is the usual reason for this sort of post.

~Sor
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Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/624448.html

So, I was cruising around on Bandcamp earlier, looking to see if they offer gift certificates. (I will probably e-mail them and ask.)

Bandcamp is a music site, allowing artists to put up their music, have people listen to, and download or buy it. It seems like a functional site, and I smile when I run into it, since it's run by people who know what they're doing, both in terms of music presentation (you can download music in ALL the formats, basically), and computer functionality.

(How do I know about it? Because Andrew Hussie uses it to sell the Homestuck albums, all of which are pretty awesome. Again, something about my wanting gift certificates so I can pick and choose and not wind up with doubles.)

At any rate, I am hanging out on Bandcamp and reading their FAQ page. I get to this one:

How do I make the shared player autostart?
Welcome home! We trust your 8 year expedition to the heart of the Amazon was a great success. SO much has happened since you left. The first Delawarean was elected Vice President of the United States, the Chronicles of Riddick defied box office expectations, and tabbed browsers became commonplace. As a result, many web enthusiasts now open tabs as they surf. Autostarting media players don't play well with this behavior, since they put you in a position of wondering whoah, where is that sound coming from and then force you to play find-the-tab-making-your-eardrums-bleed. AUTOSTART IS EVIL is a fairly common refrain nowadays, and who are we to disagree?

That answer alone makes them my new favourite website on the internet.

~Sor
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Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/612759.html

Just to review, my current relationshippy things. This is the sort of thing that happens when I don't get enough sleep (I was up until seven in the morning, because of [REDACTED]!) and spend the entire day flailing about section three item three there. I get goofy, and write posts like this.

No, I am not going to translate. Although if you successfully guess, you're welcome to out yourself (and ONLY yourself). Unless you are [REDACTED]. That one I am keeping secret, because [REDACTED].

[REDACTED]: Actually talking regularly, also dates, also generally quite nice.
[REDACTED]: Trying very hard to get better. [REDACTED], [REDACTED]
[REDACTED]: Haha, everything is terrible forever, but maybe it will be better? mostly I just feel lost and alone. To be totally honest actually, everything is going pretty well indeed, it's just that time is evil and denying me what I need here. Hence the alone --not enough time to not be alone. SHUT UP IT MAKES SENSE.
[REDACTED]: Everything is differently terrible forever. Mostly I feel ignored. Except it's all rapidly getting better, theoretically. It's all getting interesting, at least. And it is getting better, slowly, and I look forward to what comes next.

[REDACTED]: kaput, with an occasional kiss.
[REDACTED]: kaput due to OMGBUSY, also [REDACTED]
[REDACTED]: WE SHOULD REALLY QUITE WORK ON THAT, OKAY?!
[REDACTED]: kaput due to monogamuggleity
[REDACTED]: kaput due to [REDACTED]

[REDACTED]: increasingly cuddly and friendly? Something should be worked out that involves us hanging [REDACTED]
[REDACTED]: Hahahahahhaahhahahaahano. After all, I do not want to be on fire.
[REDACTED]: NO ONE KNOWS! Ohgodohgodohgodohgod I have not been this flailing about a crush since...since I asked Blue out. Oh god.
[REDACTED]: [REDACTED] I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING! [REDACTED]
[REDACTED]: He doesn't like Resee's, he's not even on the list. (Okay, technically he just doesn't like *candy* and he is totally semi my rock right now, so he's cool. But not for relationshipping just for some straight up goldenrod friendship.)
[REDACTED:] No, I don't think anything's going to happen with *me* and her except friendship. We're both too [REDACTED] for anything else.

[REDACTED]: I...don't know? I think I am content to [REDACTED] it up.
[REDACTED]: Ditto

[REDACTED]: [REDACTED], ho?
[REDACTED]: Or maybe here
[REDACTED]: Or maybe here

(Hopefully obviously, I am not dating this many people. Lordsno. This is a composite of the people I am SOs with, the people I have been casually dating in the last year or so, the people I have kissed recently, and a couple other people who have some form of relationship I'm reluctant to describe as purely platonic, or who I am interested in, or was interested in, or expect to be interested in. And, you know, anyone else who would make this list sillier.)

Yes, my life is this fascinating _all the time_. It's what happens when you do high-impact flirtatious activity¹ three times a week!

~Sor
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1: Well, what would *you* call dancing?

Crossposts: http://kdsorceress.livejournal.com/607262.html

The first bit of background information you may need is the fact that I really like Doctor Who. This is unsurprising --I am a geeky twenty-something with a thing for British accents and escapist fiction. Doctor Who is right up my alley.

The second bit of background information you need is that, my senior year of high school, I was going to Rocky Horror every other month or so with

shadowcaptain and

disc_sophist. At one of these, the latter of those two had a small plastic replica of the Doctor's Sonic Screwdriver. It glowed blue, and made noise, and I coveted.

The third bit of background information you need is the fact that I moved to Boston a few months later, and found that Newbury Comics sold such toys, for a very reasonable amount of money. Fuck coveting, I went ahead and bought myself the shiny! I posted a gleeful picture showing it off, and was met with...with innuendo!

You people have dirty minds. My new little toy? Was not to go anywhere near my tender nether regions, really now.

The fourth bit of background information you need is the fact that having lived in my backpack or on my person for most of three years now, that toy has broken, conveniently timed with the tenth doctor going out of vogue and a new doctor appearing, with a new design for his Sonic Screwdriver. I have been saying for a few months now that I really must get my hands on one sometime.

With all that in mind?

( This? )

Thank you for your time.

~Sor
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If you were a zombie, and you had the ability to time travel, and go eat the brain of ANY PERSON FROM ALL OF HISTORY, whose brain would you eat?

( Digression is under here )

~Sor
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So, yesterday evening, I pull open the top drawer of my desk for something. "Oh right" thinks I. "I should eat the last square of chocolate (the good kind) and throw out that wrapper.

So I pick up the wrapper which seems curiously light. And gee golly whillikers, if there isn't an awful lot of shredded foil all across my drawer. Huh.

Gee, I wonder. What shreads the wrappers of things containing food. Oh that's right. Mice.

You wanna know what gives me panic attacks? Well, thinking about the men¹ who have significantly fucked me up, but besides that, want to know?

Mice. Mice, and rats, and goddamn hamsters give me panic attacks. I cannot function with rodents. I think the technical word is "phobia".

So, I'm sitting there, taking things out of my drawer --the drawer that contains my checkbook, and all the wires to my computers, and my meds, and all sorts of other nicely chewable substances-- and crying, because that's what happens when I start to freak out. I cry.

Eventually, Maddie comes home, and helps me get distracted, and we move everything off the floor, and vacuum like hell, because MICE ARE NOT PERMITTED IN MY HOME OH HELL NO. And in between the vacumming, we observe that no other food product in the entire room has been touched by mousey bastards, up to and including the box containing cracker crumbs that was just lying on the floor next to the trash can. Which is kinda, you know. Weird.

So I come up with this list, which Maddie transcribes, of what might have happened:

There is actually a mouse

This mouse likes chocolate. REALLY likes chocolate. Like really, man.

It is indeed a chocolate demon!

This will end in sobs. (A/N: This wasn't a theory, it was in reference to me using the vacuum to vacuum the top drawer of my desk. Surprisingly, it *didn't* end in sobs.)

Somehow, the person who lived here before us left mouse treats to spite us! And somehow we did not see them….. they floated in the air. (Which is to say, we moved the desk to that corner when we moved in, so the mouse treats left there just...floated until the desk was there.)

Aliens… oh shit!

Something HATES chocolate. And disintegrated it!

God Really Really wanted us to vacuum.(since we were talking about maybe doing that earlier in the afternoon)

Also, written down in this list is the phrase "I AM A GODESS OF DOMESTICITY." Which I'm pretty sure is something I said in between posing with the vacuum.

Oh yeah, I'm hot:

Soyeah. Mice.

~Sor
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1: Yes, this is sexist. But I consider about two people to have done significant psychological damage to me, and they're both male. So nyah.

Sometimes I make myself laugh --case in point:

9:53:26 PM jere7my: How's you?
9:53:39 PM Sorky: Not bad
9:53:51 PM Sorky: Cleaning room, kinda
9:53:56 PM jere7my: Ooo.
9:53:59 PM Sorky: May be out of energons
9:54:06 PM Sorky: Will have to beat up some cars until I get more

I really really like the concept of beating random machines until they give me energon cubes.

~Sor
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(No, don't worry if you don't know what an energon cube is. It means you probably have an actual life.)

Unrelatedly, at Origins, I found true love:

Yes, that is a GIGANTIC orange pyramid. Yes, it is fuzzy. Man, can you imagine how awesome it would be to play Icehouse with those things? The regular giant pyramids got nothing...

~Sor
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Photo credit Akchizar, 2009

I...just don't even know what to say.

Beyond "I had really better get some coloured gels and some goggle frames and use all these damn lenses"

But yeah.

Three pairs of glasses broken in less than three hundred sixty five days.

Thank god I still have my sunglasses. Thank god I'll be back in Maryland in a week. But seriously, fates? This is *not fucking funny* anymore.

~Sor
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You know what? Nothing amuses me like being silly, so I'm thinking I'm just going to repost this with slight changes.

Because three years ago today, it was 2006. And I decided to be a comments whore.

No one ever comments in my journal! Therefore, I'm going to delete it, and commit suicide. Possibly involving a fish, although I might use my Ravonous Bug-Blatter Beast of Traal.

After I'm done with that, I might go somewhere. Cool!

I've recently had a major life change! Thats right -I've morphed into an androgynous three eyed hooloovoo, with an extra arm shaped like a fork. And I'm getting divoriced from my friend Shirly. She's such a bitch.

But there are many cool people who aren't bitches. thorog's not a bitch for instance. He's smart. Same with naraht. And muzikmaker21 is of course just awesome. I got to see ~~her~~him (Oh god this is old) this weekend. I also saw werewulf. And artemisfowl2nd. And later I get to see jere7my and marcmagus! But not macaroniandtuna or drama_angel3189 which is a shame, because they are also cool people.

I am wearing very little! I won't post pics though, because I'm ~~embarrassed~~too lazy to turn on the webcam.

I saw this article about abortion in the paper. It was all about Montana's abortion laws. I think Montana is boring, except for Montana Jones. He's cute. Those are my opinions!

(((To all the people giving me VERY strange looks at this point, I'm merely playing with the idea of the Naraht-ian laws of getting comments)))

~Sor
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Because I didn't have enough things on my hands, I've decided to once again try to undertake a full-out sheissetagzunfixen project on my livejournal. Progress is...well...slow. I've got about the first dozen or so entries properly tagged --only 1420 (or so) to go!

Simultaneously, because I can never have just *one* distracting global thing to be working on on my computer (apparently) is that I've been playing with this loverly new spaces concept that came with leopard. I started with four, and am currently hovering at six, debating going up to eight or nine. It's the loverly concept of being able to have as many little projects going on as I'd like, with a whole separate desktop to devote to each!

(My current arrangement is two rows, three columns --itunes is in number three (top right corner), ical in number six (bottom right corner) Adium and other chat is in two (top middle) and interwobs is in one (top left corner). Tentatively, I've got five for projects, and four for...well, anything else.)

Of course, adding more spaces would make navigation from space to space more difficult. Moreso, I can only cleanly hit ^1-^4 with one hand, which makes other spaces just a step more difficult.

...I swear I'm not actually a computer nerd¹. I just act like one sometimes.

THIS ENTRY IS BORING

THEREFORE, DINOSAURS!

*runs off before anyone can call her out on the distraction*

~Sor
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1: This is true. I am not near computersaavy enough to be a computer nerd. I smile and nod with the best of 'em, and I can poke my way around my nice userfriendly mac without too much trouble, but it's all a farce.

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