December 2003 archive

(69 entries)

December 31, 2003

'Due to high demand, our site is currently busy and cannot process your request.'

Should it be my ambition to look for an internship in some great company that I will be proud to work for? Or shall I just shoot for a piece of crap that I won't feel bad accidentally destroying from the inside, or which is so bad I can't possibly make it any worse?

Because any dealings with the AT&T Wireless website make me think that they've got monkeys maintaining it... and I have to be better than monkeys, right? Right?

*crickets chirping*

Shut up!

srah | 10:43 AM | TrackBack
Tags: job search

The Mayfly Project

Sum up your 2003 in twenty words

Tried to teach. Came home. Tried to learn.

srah | 10:31 AM | TrackBack
Tags: memes

December 29, 2003

The question asked throughout the ages

Perhaps you would like to help my sister and me out in the eternal debate:

Which are cuter, Orcs or Uruk-hai?

srah | 7:40 PM | TrackBack
Tags: lord of the rings, movies

Pathetically desperate for blog content

The Boyfriend has gone to Indiana and has left his stuffed bear, Gabriel, in my custody. So now I am the Urstodian!

Sigh. Only about three people who read this will find that funny.

srah | 8:47 AM | TrackBack

I believe in a thing called... rock?

Dammit, Justin!

It's a good thing it's Winter Break, because I don't feel like going to class or going to work. I just want to sit at home and watch The Darkness videos.

srah | 8:40 AM | TrackBack
Tags: music

December 28, 2003

Unconscious Mutterings

Read on, MacDuff.

srah | 8:51 PM | Comments (1) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

Doot'n doo doo, feelin' girly

Wearing: pyjamas
Eating: ice cream
Watching: Pride and Prejudice

I somehow end up watching at least part of Pride and Prejudice every time I'm left home alone. I may be developing a sideburn fixation or something. Now I don't know whether to go for more Jane Austen or more Colin Firth or go a completely different route in my Big Girly Video Fest.

srah | 4:40 PM | TrackBack
Tags: anne of green gables, jane austen, movies, pride and prejudice

srah's plan for the day

The family's at a hockey game out of town. The boyfriend's left to visit family out of state. The friends are meeting up to exchange gifts tomorrow. Today... is Me Time. The first Me Time I've had in months. The Me Time that I've long dreamt of. The Me Time that represents all that is good about having a break. Time to sit around and do Absolutely Nothing. Or to do Important Projects. Time to...

I'm bored.

srah | 11:43 AM | TrackBack

December 27, 2003

User Interface Redesign

Yeah, I'll probably get around to redecorating around here... some time. Any suggestions*?

* Note: I probably won't pay any attention, but you just go ahead and make your little suggestions. No, really. Your futile efforts will be so cute.

srah | 12:50 AM | Comments (10) | TrackBack

December 26, 2003

srah's tale of Christmastime woe

I have moved this post to the extension because, seriously? Who posted this? I am warning you right now that it's a vast puddle of Too Much Information...

srah | 12:43 PM | TrackBack
Tags: christmas, health, holidays, srahfam

December 25, 2003

Christmas dinner, revisited

"I have spent so much time shopping, wrapping and cleaning that I haven't had more than a cup of soup in over 24 hours. I was at the point where I was so hungry it made me nauseous to think of food."

Yeah, srah? That wasn't starvation; that was the flu.

Bleaaaaaaargh. You are all invited to my funeral.

srah | 11:18 PM | TrackBack
Tags: health

Messy Kweznuz, y'all

I hope that you enjoy this day with friends and family and don't read this until the 26th.

srah | 9:16 AM | TrackBack

'Our need for presents is really dire/ Oops I set myself on fire'

I like to remind my family every once in a while why they don't like to take me to church. It's because I am too endowed with the Spirit of Christmas! That is, of course, if the True Meaning of Christmas is to sing all of the foreign-language lyrics to the carols instead of the ones everyone else is singing.

Six verses of O Come All Ye Faithful? I'll just sing Adeste Fidelis six times! And Stille Nacht and Sainte Nuit instead of Silent Night!

Unfortunately, I didn't have with me the alternate lyrics to the Advent Song that Alfie and I invented years ago...

Verse #3:
Light the advent candle three,
But keep the flame away from me
Christmas socks upon our feet
Eighteen fruitcakes left to eat

Ah, family tradition.

srah | 12:47 AM | TrackBack
Tags: christmas, holidays, music

Mooorry Christmoooos

Santa brought me a leather jacket, which I have been wearing ever since I opened it (it's cold in my house!). When we left to go to church, I put on my leather boots and stole Alfie's leather gloves. I have decided that for Halloween this year, I'm going to be a cow! Mooooo!

srah | 12:30 AM | TrackBack
Tags: holidays

December 24, 2003

srah, making the world room safe for allergy-sufferers

Oh by god. Whed was the last tibe I dusted by roob? I tink I hab udleashed sobe kide of ebil id tryig to do so.

srah | 2:20 PM | TrackBack

Yet another food-ku

I have spent so much time shopping, wrapping and cleaning that I haven't had more than a cup of soup in over 24 hours. I was at the point where I was so hungry it made me nauseous to think of food. I am now easing myself in with tea and am looking forward to a cheese sandwich.

O My Cheese Sandwich!
With Ossau and a bagel
come to my rescue!

srah | 1:04 PM | TrackBack
Tags: cheese, food, haiku, ossau iraty, poetry

The beginning (and end) of srah's illustrious directing career

When I was a senior in high school, I directed the church's Christmas pageant. This was not because of any interest in religion or religious displays or any love for the church, since all of this had been waning for years.

I volunteered to direct the Christmas pageant because I was tired of years without Christmas pageants and of years with strange, new updated versions of the Christmas pageant. I remembered Christmas pageants when I was young - the same script, the same songs and the same parts year after year. It was tradition and you always knew what to expect. You knew that you could work your way from Sheep to Angel to Mary or from Sheep to Shepherd to Wise Man (no one wanted to be Joseph, because he had to hang around with a girl). You knew the songs already because you had sung them the year before and because they were traditional Christmas carols. I can still, over twelve years after my last pageant, remember most of the dialogue to the play.

West Side United Methodist Church Christmas Pageant, 1997I was sad that kids no longer got to do this, so when I heard that there was no one to direct, I volunteered. I revived the old Christmas pageant with the original dialogue and songs. I enlisted my whole family, my friend Becky and the church organist to help direct, make costumes and practice songs. The kids had to be retrained in the songs and dialogue, since we hadn't used this script or these songs in years. In the end, we pulled off something adorable and nice. Best of all, I got to share my Christmas experience with a new generation of children.

Christmas Eve is my favorite holiday. It's the one day of the year that I will go to church of my own will. Like the Christmas pageant, Christmas Eve has never had anything to do with religion for me, but is about the pageantry and singing and candles and happiness. To me, Christmas Eve is all about tradition.

srah | 11:12 AM | TrackBack
Tags: christmas, holidays, religion, stories, tradition

December 22, 2003

How'dya figure?

Not bad, considering that I have adopted as my new mantra B is for Bubble Tea; that's good enough for me. 6.5? How do they calculate this stuff? And why don't I care?

srah | 10:18 PM | TrackBack
Tags: bubble tea, grades, school of information

December 21, 2003

You and your two dimensions... no, it's cute

Our society so often says, "You're not fat. It's much better to have a little meat on your bones than to be one of those disgusting skinny people."

Why are we allowed to make mean comments about skinny people? I know our society is implicitly disgusted by fat people, but why are they allowed to be explicitly disgusted by skinny ones? Some of us can't help it.

I felt I had to blog this because it came up in an AIM conversation with the Urstodian and she said I had a point. This is so rare, it had be preserved for posterity!

srah | 1:19 PM | TrackBack

She's cheap and insane!

So, about time to get started on that Christmas shopping, I guess. Well, I'll have plenty of time to get everything done before-- WHAT? It's already December 21? Christmas is this Thursday? Who went and scheduled it on the 25th?! That's too early! I'm not ready!

Erm. You're all getting some lovely paper snowflakes that I'm going to go cut out right now.

Unless there isn't time, in which case you are getting a paper snowflake kit (a piece of white paper).

And to save on mailing, I have already put your kit in your house. Look in your printer. There it is! Happy holidays!

srah | 12:40 PM | TrackBack

'He's just another scripture thumping hack from Galilee'

I saw Elf last night with the Pato. I know everyone on earth has already seen it and loved it, but I feel obliged to put my two cents in. It was terribly cute and very funny. I was surprised that a Will Ferrell movie would turn out to be so cute and innocent.

Later, I watched Jesus Christ Superstar* with Mr B------. Having heard so many different versions of the soundtrack, I had quite a different image of the production in my mind. It's now my mission to remake the movie in a style that isn't quite so... 70s.

* Because nothing says "Christmas" like a movie about Jesus' death!

srah | 12:31 PM | TrackBack
Tags: movies

Unconscious Mutterings

My answers are hidden so as not to influence you if you'd like to do the meme yourself...

srah | 2:52 AM | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

December 20, 2003

Savouring flavourless moulded sweets

While generally I am all about clutching any British traditions to my bosom, I am gnawing at a sugar mouse and wondering who on earth came up with this idea. I like the idea of eating a mouse made out of sugar... I just wish it had a flavour. Other than... sugar.

srah | 4:58 PM | TrackBack
Tags: food

Must be the lovely hat

Everyone likes a man in uniform. Don't they?

I don't. I got in an argument with my cousin a few months ago because I said that army fatigues look stupid on men and even stupider on women. Is there a reason that the US military can't get better uniforms? Is it to make them unattractive and keep them from fraternizing with the natives in foreign countries?

Probably not, because I think I'm the only one who has this opinion. Sigh...

srah | 1:44 PM | TrackBack
Tags: military

Curse of the Information Professional

I started bitching about the user interface of the labeling computers at UPS yesterday because my sister had to go from using the keyboard to the mouse and back again. GOMS GOMS GOMS! The end of the semester has not released me from critiquing user interfaces everywhere I go. I fear it will be with me for the rest of my life. Curse you, Tom Brinck!

srah | 1:23 PM | Comments (9) | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

December 19, 2003

Mind you don't get your terry cloth sticky!

Monkey cooks a bit more with his feet than I care to, but he has a lot of good ideas and has fun while he's doing it.

[via The Pie in Paris]

srah | 6:41 PM | TrackBack
Tags: food

Update on the $5 gift situation

Everyone should have some kind of restrictions in present-buying, because it turns out it fosters creativity. I think this is the only way to explain why I have actually found some interesting presents for my extended family and kind of... um... haven't gotten around to buying anything for anyone else. There's a whole world of presents out there, and I can't see the forest for the trees!

So the rest of you don't get anything at all. Sorry.

srah | 11:10 AM | TrackBack
Tags: christmas, gifts, holidays, srahfam

srah, 'content' does not consist of nicking other people's words

... but I already had the graphic saved to my server, so I might as well advertise. Meg and Anna are at it again, this time pointing out that it's the thought that counts:

Token is a magnolia bath gift set in a presentation straw basket from the Body Shop (Cost=£11.50).

Cheap is a DIY perfect bathtime kit in a shoebox, containing six nightlights (65p), a pack of sandalwood incense (95p), a bath bomb containing rose petals (£2), an indulgent face pack (80p), her favourite glossy magazine (£1.80), a cucumber eyemask (95p), bottle of semi-decent plonk (£4.35) and a home-made compilation CD, minidisc or tape containing specially selected soothing sounds (Free).Total cost = £11.50. Emotional Effect = Priceless.

Also, when people ask what you want for Christmas, they want an answer.

The only answer, when someone asks "What do you want for Christmas?" is


In a sultry tone of voice.
Who cares if it's your grandfather asking?

At least he'll not ask again.

srah | 10:57 AM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

The Friday Five

Need content. Am tired and depressed lately and have blogtopics but not the will to blog. Encourage me? In the meantime, it's memetime.

1. List your five favorite beverages.
Tea with milk and sugar, chai tea, bubble tea, peach iced tea and apricot juice.

2. List your five favorite websites.
SI webmail (when it works), IMDb, Technorati, The Onion and... uh... srah blah blah.

3. List your five favorite snack foods.
Junior Mints, my grandma's Nuts and Bolts (basically like Chex Mix), chips and salsa, gingersnaps and cheese.

4. List your five favorite board and/or card games.
Trivial Pursuit, Rummikub, cribbage, Upwords, Taboo

5. List your five favorite computer and/or game system games.
The Sims, Freecell, Minesweeper, Karaoke Revolution, uh... computer Jeopardy?

srah | 10:45 AM | Comments (2) | TrackBack
Tags: friday five, memes

December 18, 2003

'Uncle! I'll nurse you back to health! With soup!'

Return of the King was The Book That Wouldn't End. The climax comes, then the book drags on forever, tying up millions of loose ends and telling you what everyone did for the rest of their lives.

Even after taking out an important end sequence, Return of the King was The Movie That Wouldn't End. It was great, but the end was so very long and so very filmed in slow-motion.

I also laughed inappropriately much too often, but that could be me. For example, I couldn't help but giggle every time Gondor's ridiculous helmets came onscreen. And seriously? They all ended up in bed together. What's up with that? I had a lot of other complaints, as a fan of the books and as a fan of watching movies, which is just stupid because it was a great movie and I enjoyed it. All I can think of was how much more I could have liked it. Maybe this will all be solved in the Extended Edition.

Orlando Bloom Legolas was always the most masculine-looking of the elves (which really isn't saying much). Then they ruined him by putting him in some ice-blue getup and putting jewelry on his head. He was also ruined for me earlier in the day when Mr B------ pointed out that all of his lines just state the obvious. At least he got to climb an oliphant.

I'm glad my beloved elf turned out to be totally lame, because my affections were stolen by a Fool of a Took anyway.

srah | 2:57 AM | TrackBack
Tags: books, lord of the rings, lord of the rings: the return of the king, movies

December 17, 2003

Mom, Dad, Geoffrey... am I adopted?

My erstwhile fiancée sent me this link this morning, so I buried myself in tales of children raised by wolves and monkeys and sheep.

Why was I not a feral child? Why do I miss out on all of these great opportunities? Why did my parents have to go and love me so much? Didn't they know what they were depriving me of by not dropping me off in the middle of the woods somewhere?

I would like to have been raised by giraffes!

srah | 12:16 PM | TrackBack
Tags: feral children, my favorite posts, srahfam

Ain't no party like an Information party

We went to an SI end-of-semester party at Leopold Brothers tonight. I had both a Hairy Navel and Sex on the Beach (thank you, Mah 501 Group Mate and myself) and proceeded to propose to Allison and the Urstodian. Alas, Allison turned me down because I was not rich enough and didn't have a nice car, and the Urstodian and I sadly broke up after a whirlwind two-minute engagement.

Ah, drunkenness and debauchery.

srah | 2:44 AM | Comments (3) | TrackBack
Tags: alcohol

December 16, 2003

Things that I have learned after one semester at SI

  • No one else knows what they're doing, either.
  • The second semester will be easier, if only because I won't waste so much time wondering if I will ever make friends.
  • The point of Social Systems & Collections was to teach us vocabulary and introduce us to articles and authors we will have to reference for the rest of our lives as information professionals.
  • There actually was a point to Use of Information, and it wasn't necessarily just to teach us how to work in groups.
  • Grad school is haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard. But I will survive, because I always do.

srah | 2:28 PM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

We're #2! We're #2!

Congratulations to Sweetness Follows... for winning our category!

srah | 11:42 AM | TrackBack

December 15, 2003

One exam to rule them all

Less than six hours until I am free from the tyranny that is the shopping cart first semester. Vay-cay plans? Sleeping, cleaning my room, dreaded Christmas shopping, leisure reading and party-party-partying. Oh, and being a complete and utter nerd, of course.

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Tags: school of information


I seem to have contracted a case of Boyfriend over the weekend. Symptoms include hugging, kissing, severe hand-holding and possible cookie-baking.

Given the amount of time we spend together, this will probably only come as a surprise to those who thought we were already dating.

srah | 9:51 AM | TrackBack
Tags: boys

srah catches up on current events

So, I hear they captured Saddam Hussein this weekend.

Whoopedy doo.

srah | 8:25 AM | TrackBack
Tags: discovered

December 14, 2003

Unconscious Mutterings

The free associationses have been hidden somewhere where you'll never find them... because we wants them! They are precious to us...

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Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

December 13, 2003

Good tidings I bring to me and my kin

We're having a big extended-family Christmas celebration this year. One of the rules is that each person has to bring a $5 (maximum) gift for each other person at the party. So instead of having some kind of Secret Santa thing where you could get one worthwhile $25 gift, we get armloads of $5 crap. Deee-lightful.

Any suggestions on less-than-$5 gifts? Don't worry - I only see these people about once a year (if that), so you probably know them about as well as I do.

srah | 7:44 PM | TrackBack
Tags: christmas, gifts, holidays, srahfam

Zis webmail, she goes down more often zan ze 'ores at SI North

Mr B------ and I have imagined the inside of SI North, the building where all of our Graduate Student Instructors have their offices. We have speculated that it's full of French whores, lounging on giant mushrooms in old-fashioned lingerie, smoking hookahs and bitching about webmail being down (which comes to mind because it is right now, just as it is every weekend).

You would think that in a school so focused on technology and so full of people studying Human-Computer Interaction, there would be somebody here who could make it possible for humans to interact with computers once in a while. But maybe everyone here is a former French major like me and has no actual skillz.

What are they training us for?

srah | 10:39 AM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

December 12, 2003

Three hours in the life of srah

The beast that is Social Systems & Collections has been defeated! Since I couldn't blog during the exam but I kept getting hung up on things, I took some wee notes on my thoughts.

12:50 - I'm hungry. Ten minutes to go, so I'll just log into CourseTools and go get some soup-- HEY! The questions have been posted! Start exam? Eat? Start exam? Eat, I think. Located some cup-a-soup and tortilla chips to nibble on.

12:55 - Now on to the exam! ... but I'm cold. Put on a sweatshirt. Still cold. Put on slippers. Still cold. It occurs to me that most of your body heat escapes through your head. Pull up sweatshirt hood. Still cold. Went searching out a handkerchief and have fashioned some kind of do-rag thing on top of my head. Slightly warmer. Some exam conditions, these.

1:08 - Why do I feel the desire to talk about the Urstodian's personal experiences with information concepts in all of my answers?

1:12 - Three hours for three questions and we're already twelve minutes into the exam! Stop thinking! Start typing!

1:33 - 72 words out of 250 on the first question. Fingers are rather sticky. Stop eating chips and get writing!

1:48 - Stupid dog. As predicted by Mr B------, the Devil Dog disturbs my concentration by wanting to go out.

2:04 - Stupid maximum word counts. I am a concise writer, so when I start getting wordy, you should just be pleased with it instead of making me pare down.

2:08 - 286 words?! No!

2:13 - 247! That's less than 250. Good on me. Moving on to other questions...

2:17 - Distracted by music with lyrics and inspired by Katie, in goes the Jurassic Park soundtrack.

2:50 - Panic! I have bits of the second and third questions answered, but we're almost down to the one-hour mark and neither is finished. Focus! Panic! Focus!

3:43 - Done and done and DONE! 581 words on a maximum of 750 is fine, right? If I'd had days to do it, I could have gone on and on for each of them, but we must cut somewhere. Were my answers too simplistic? Probably. I have no predictions on how well I'll do.

Update: Why I love SI: Five entries on one topic

srah | 4:03 PM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

Give me something to read when I'm all examed out

Cleo says:

I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.

So c'mon, my little chickadees. How would you like me to remember you?

srah | 12:19 PM | TrackBack
Tags: memes

Proctor me! Proctor me now!

Bad idea: Scheduling a final exam.

Worse idea: Scheduling a final exam to be taken en ligne from your home. Yes, it's open book and open note and yes, we're bound by honor code* not to collaborate on answers.

It's not cheating that I'm concerned about... it's wandering off to find something to eat and forgetting that I'm in the middle of an exam. It's too comfortable at home! I need to be in a structured environment with someone threatening to slap me with a ruler if I get out of line! I need to be prevented from going to the bathroom until I have finished and turned in my test! I need to be in an uncomfortable chair-desk-thing, scribbling in a blue book until I scream in pain from the hand-cramps. I can't be wrapped in a blanket and sipping tea, or my whole world will fall apart!

Well anyway, back to my reading.

* and the ethics of the information professional (Hedstrom, 2002)

srah | 11:50 AM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

Walking in a Nelson & Winter wonderland

One of the things that makes me sad about graduate school is that it's made me into a complete dork who has no idea how to interact in normal society. Well okay, I was kind of that way to start with. But it really scared me at our Super King Kong Mega Mega Study Group last night that we could tell jokes with punchlines like, "Well I've got a structuration theory for you right here!"

Ha ha ha ha ha. Gives me a little giggle just thinking about it.

So I would like to thank my blog and my readers for keeping me somewhat grounded in the reality of everyday human life. I will try to repay you for organizing into a social system around the collection of my thoughts by targeting my product to the specific needs of my user group - needs which I will recognize through my own observations, since they couldn't tell me because so many of our habits are tacit...


Well, since I have clearly failed in my mission, I'll just leave you with another humdinger of a punchline from last night's dorkbacle: "But we couldn't... because that would violate... the Open-Close Principle!"

srah | 11:37 AM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

December 11, 2003

Classes are over! Go home!

I am wandering around the Undergraduate Library in circles. What are all of these fecking undergraduates doing here? Get out! Get out! And give me your computer!

srah | 3:23 PM | TrackBack
Tags: university of michigan

Cold I am in the ways of The Force

Today's temperature: 30°F
Wind: 17 to 23 mph
Feels Like: 18°F

Wind leads to windchill. Windchill leads to coldness. Coldness leads to suffering. I figure I have two options. I can:

a) dig a series of tunnels connecting every building I will have to go to all winter, the bus stop, and all of the residential areas where I have ever managed to find parking OR

b) run away, leaving Michigan altogether. Do they have a Human-Computer Interaction program at Florida State? How about the University of Bermuda? Fiji?

The problem is that my fingers are too cold to hold a shovel or a pen and application form. So I guess I'll have to tough it out. Never fear - you have at least three more months of whinging to go!

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Tags: ann arbor, michigan, weather

December 10, 2003

Collaboration haiku

End of group project.
At 3am, groupthinking
becomes nothinking.

srah | 3:32 AM | TrackBack
Tags: haiku, poetry, school of information

December 9, 2003

Skirt +2

I wore a skirt for my presentation today. I was considered quite SEXXXY* by all who encountered me. But not S-E-X-X-Y, because that would be something altogether different.

Wearing a skirt gave me magical powers, apparently. It was my maaagic skirt, to paraphrase Forrest Gump. I felt like I was dressed up and therefore must know what I was talking about. Either that or I was so sick of rehearsing that I wanted it to be over with. A little bit of both.

I was perfectly ready to go for the first hour and 45 minutes of class, then I froze up when it was time for me to go. My palms were sweaty and there was vomit on my sweater: Mom's spaghetti.

Wait, no, that's Eminem. Ignore that vomit part, then. Just the sopping-wet palms. I spent the previous group's question-and-answer part trying to mop them off with my skirt and scarf, then Mah 501 Group Mate and I took our place up front.

I stammered and sped through the presentation, my voice wavering. I fixed on one person in the back of the room and presented the whole thing to him, forgetting to look at the teachers. And yet somehow, no one seemed to notice this! People kept telling me what a good job I'd done. At first, I thought they were humouring me because they'd heard my trembly voice and were afraid I was going to cry. But so many people have complimented me now, I'm beginning to think I might have actually done a good job.

Three cheers for srah, Public Speaker Extraordinaire!

* All caps and three Xs, Young Matthew and Mr B------!

srah | 7:48 PM | TrackBack
Tags: fashion, public speaking, school of information

December 8, 2003

Was it as good for you as it was for me?

I must have a lot of devoted readers with access to multiple computers, because I'm actually third Best Flippery Fish in the Weblog Awards. It has been suggested that what I need to compete with the current Number One in my category (the sex-blog Sweetness Follows) is sex, and lots of it.

So I bring you:


srah | 10:00 PM | TrackBack

Buhah hyeah


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December 7, 2003


Blech. Will be fixed later.

Update: About as fixed as it's gonna be. Suffer with it for another couple of weeks!

srah | 12:41 PM | TrackBack

Unconscious Mutterings

Yarrrr! Thar be some free-associations in the hold! Get below deck to see the treasure!

srah | 1:13 AM | Comments (3) | TrackBack
Tags: memes, unconscious mutterings

December 6, 2003

My ADDled mind

I joked about having paper-writing ADD the other day, but it's got me thinking: What if I do have Attention Deficit Disorder?

Why am I thinking this? Is it because Katie was recently diagnosed so I want to have it too? Is it because I'm a terrible hypochondriac and always decide that I have every disease I read about? Is it because it sounds like such a trendy disorder to have? Is it because I want an excuse for being scatter-brained? Is it just because I'm mentally exhausted right now and I'll be fine once I can catch up on my sleep?

A lot of the symptoms I've seen sound familiar, but there are others that don't, and everyone is distractable, to some extent. It would explain a thing or two, though. I don't want to think about it too much, because if I were diagnosed, I would feel like I had to take medication for it and I don't want to play with my brain like that. I like my brain and I like the way it works... most of the time.

Maybe I'm just being ridiculous and stupid. I will try out the Getting Some Sleep thing over break and see if that helps any.

P.S. I don't mean to cheapen the experiences of anyone who actually has ADD by speculating that I might have it, based on a few symptoms. I just wonder.

srah | 4:15 PM | TrackBack
Tags: health, hypochondria

I dunno, the competition is pretty damn raw and wriggly...

I am nominated for a 2003 Weblog Award.

By myself. Because I suck like that. Sigh...

Go support my suckiness in my vain attempt to swim with the big fish. While you're at it, vote swirlspice for Best Adorable Rodent!

srah | 4:14 PM | TrackBack

Mmmm, saaaaalty.

Irony: eating Lipton Cup-a-Soup from an American Heart Association mug.

srah | 11:29 AM | TrackBack
Tags: food

'Und for your present, I haf imported a dead tree!'

The Pickard sisters are blogging answers to all of your burning holiday questions in a one-a-day, advent calendar style at 'Tis the Season. I highly recommend the December 5 entry:

Scene 4, int. hovel, mid winter morning.

Man: Come, wyf, our crops lafted us through the shortest day of wynter have!
Let us celebrate with mead and dead pygs!
Soon the days, extend thay wyll, and we shall have zummer once mair.
I have brought young John a present fair the occasion.
A box it is.

Woman: Oh husband, John died this morning of a runny nose.
Yet, comforted shall I be, with my 17 more children.
Put John in the box, and let us feast and celebrate the myd-wynter!

Man: Fayre enuff.

Read the rest of the post for more mid-winter celebrations through time.

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All badger scenes fully restored

For everyone who's got a 501 presentation to prepare or a 682 project to finish, I bring you this excellent distraction: more badgers, mushrooms and snakes.

[link stolen from Jez]

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Tags: discovered

December 5, 2003

Strange sleep-deprived mood swings

New excuse for all of the idiocy in my life: three hours of sleep.

There are so eleven days in a week, because I only had three hours of sleep. Whatever I just said in our conversation was funny, because I only had three hours of sleep. I am holding this cell phone to my ear and listening to nothingness because I only had three hours of sleep.

You don't agree with my strategy? Let's take it outside. You'll try to hit me and I'll roll into a little ball on the ground and hide. *yawn* Yeah, hide, that's it. Hey, as long as I'm rolled in a ball on the ground, why don't I take a nap?

But hey, the paper's done.

srah | 4:24 PM | TrackBack

December 4, 2003


Earlier this week, I checked out the Blogosphere Ecosystem site and I was a Slimy Mollusc. Today I'm a Flippery Fish. How did that happen? I am an evolutionary marvel!

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'You're a fine piece of real estate/ and I'm gonna get me some land'

Christmas music was a lot better when it was limited to one station. I could listen to real music on other stations, then switch to WNIC for guaranteed Christmas music. Now WNIC is still All Christmas, All The Time but the other stations have started playing some as well.

I shouldn't have to flip through the dial four times in search of "real" music and have to settle for Shania Twain!

srah | 10:40 AM | TrackBack
Tags: christmas, holidays, music

The Role of Emotion in the Songs of Neil Diamond

I was somewhere in between dream and reality this morning as I tried to wake up. I had been dreaming about editing Mah 501 Group Mate's term paper when my alarm went off.

Wow, that's really impressive how he worked this music into his paper, I thought. How did he do that?

It's so appropriate for the paper, too. That's pretty interesting.

I should have done that. Why didn't I do that?


...Waiiiiiit, this is "He Ain't Heavy... He's My Brother. What does that have to do with 504?"

Hey, this isn't a 504 paper! I'm in bed!

Note to M501GM: He Ain't Heavy... He's My Brother does not really fit into your paper and you're not going to fool anyone into thinking it does, unless they have just woken up and are mighty confused.

srah | 7:23 AM | TrackBack
Tags: classwork, school of information

December 3, 2003

srah's roar of triumph and glory: 'mew!'

I am so proud of myself for not putting off starting this 13-page paper until tomorrow night, since it's due Friday. Seriously, starting tonight - while sounding completely bonkers-insane to everyone I've talked to - is a great leap in anti-procrastination for the srah. I am srah, hear me roar!

I think I have some kind of paper-writing hyperactivity or ADD, though. Not just because I am blogging right now when I should be writing a paper - that's just procrastination and being easily distracted. It's just that once I get motivated to write a paper, I want to write the whole thing. At the same time. So one part of my brain is typing the introduction while another is thinking about things that need to go into the references page. When one gets stronger than another, I have to hop off to that part of the document and type away there for a while and hope that I remember to come back to the first place.

Wouldn't it be nice if I could just sit down and write a paper from the first word of the cover page to the last citation in the references? Not gonna happen.

srah | 9:16 PM | TrackBack
Tags: school of information

Nextel me what's so good about it!

There are only two things in this world that I hate: people who are intolerant of other people's cell phone providers... and Nextel.

This is what I think when I hear that little chirping noise: NGGAAAAGGHHHRRRRAAARRRGGGGNNNNAARRR.

[thanks to Mr B------ for the crappy title, since I couldn't even come up with a crappy one]

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Tags: rants

Professional what, now?

My body only went to discussion section today (instead of getting much-needed sleep) because we were doing course evaluations at the end. My brain, however, stayed in its hibernative state and tried in vain to follow the discussion while being distracted by the completely unrelated and unprovoked idea that SI Computing doesn't like the name of our computer lab, the DIAD (Digital Information Access and Dissemination lab). So while others discussed information professionalism, srah's little brain chugged away and produced these lovely replacements:

  • Information Professionals' And Nerds' Electronic Manipulation Area (short and pale and young and lovely...)
  • No Eating or Drinking - Fellowship, Learning AND Especially Recreational Space
  • Workplace and Home of Information Professionals: Librarians, Archivists, SIMPLEtons and HCIers
  • SHared Electronic Exploration Place for Developing Information Professionals

Good use of time and mental energy, that.

srah | 12:19 PM | TrackBack
Tags: my favorite posts, school of information

Back in my day, we appreciated a little dirt in our falafel!

I ran late today and had to find parking on central campus rather than parking on north campus and taking the bus in, as I usually do. I ended up parking at a meter, shoving in piles of dimes and quarters in order to pay for the hour I had class, then moving to free on-street parking after class was over.

Unfortunately, class was over at 10:00, so parking was limited by that time. I ended up in a residential area and had to walk thirty miles in the freezing cold, in six feet of snow, uphill both ways to my work. And did I complain? No, because in my day, we did that kind of thing and we liked it, because it taught us to appreciate-- aw, bugger that. It was about fifteen minutes and I bitched and moaned all the way back.

I can hear the difference between my neighborhood and the campus area, but I didn't realize that residential neighborhoods downtown were just as silent. Among the interesting things seen on my sufferable, grumbly walk back to civilization:

  • A squirrel crawling into a hole in a tree. I don't think I've ever seen this, except in cartoons. Maybe I hang around the wrong kind of trees.
  • A bird-poop-splat shaped like a llama.

I am easily amused.

srah | 12:00 PM | TrackBack
Tags: ann arbor, parking

December 2, 2003

Comparrrrrrrrrrrison shopping

My parents pored over the newspaper ads this weekend, looking for the best deal on the Pirates of the Caribbean DVD. Some people would consider the "best deal" to be the lowest price. But that would really not be enough for my family. We have elected to purchase our wares from our local Media Play store, because they are giving away free pirate flags with every copy.

Sometimes I worry that the dorkiness running through my veins is so thick I'm going to get blood clots and have a nerdeurysm.

srah | 8:14 AM | TrackBack
Tags: movies, pirates, pirates of the caribbean, pirates of the caribbean: the curse of the black pearl, readers' choice, srahfam

Am I not... INVISIBLE?!

(Sometimes I think that I subconsciously make things happen in my life so that I can use the titles I want to use)

I went to buy some lentil soup at Rendez-Vous Café today, because I am dangerously addicted to it. I could, quite possibly, survive for the rest of my life on lentil soup, tea and Junior Mints. And wouldn't that be healthy?

I went in with the intention of buying lentil soup, then realized I was running late, so I would have to settle for potato pie. But they were out of potato pie, so I had to settle-settle for thyme pie. Who makes a pie out of thyme*?

I stood around and got ignored for a while, then Jim** turned to me. Jim likes to wear gloves when he is handling food, which I find admirable from a hygienic point of view. Of course, he also likes to wear the same gloves while handling money, which completely defeats the purpose. But I suppose it keeps his hands clean.

I ordered my thyme pie and Jimbo went to work on the various steps involved in heating it up. Then two attractive - or at least not as frumpy, sleep-deprived and bespectacled as yours truly - girls came in and ordered crêpes and Jim wandered off into the back to make them, ignoring my poor little pie.

I waited and waited for Jim to return. He did. Then he went back into the back. Then he came back out. Then he returned to the crêpes. All the while, my pie was sitting at the end of the conveyor belt of the pie-heating-machine. It was a bit darker than I would have liked, because Jim couldn't be arsed to change the settings for my poor darling pie (this is how I was referring to the pie in my head. Damn, I was hungry). And now it was burnt and cold.

Finally, when Jim disappeared into the back again, I started staring at the other employee. After helping everyone in line, refilling the coffee containers and checking on Jim's crêpe-making progress, she noticed me trying to get her attention.

"Is that my pie?" I whimpered, pointing. She found the poor little pastry, forgotten and forlorn at the end of the conveyor belt, and made me a new one, which was golden brown and warm when it finally came to me.

The moral of the story is: Even short people get pie. It just takes longer. Or something***.

* Actually, it was quite tasty and ground up, sort of like a pesto-consistency. But it does sound weird.
** So called because I think that's his name and even if it isn't, I don't care.
*** Don't tell anyone, but the real moral of the story is: Tell a pointless story about pie and maybe people will stop talking about Borders.

srah | 12:27 AM | TrackBack
Tags: ann arbor, food, invisibility, lentil soup, pie, rendez-vous cafe

December 1, 2003

Shoppers without Borders

What is the point of a strike if you're only going to strike at one store in a chain? I understand that the downtown Ann Arbor Borders store is the original and the largest in the world and therefore a good target for picketing, but it really confuses me that it's life as usual at the much better, convenient-to-parking store across town. Is it okay to shop there, then? Is it the downtown Borders or the corporation itself that's trying to screw over its workers? Why aren't they complaining on Washtenaw?

I bet the downtownies have to pay for parking while they work. Damned Ann Arbor parking prices. I would picket too.

srah | 2:14 PM | TrackBack
Tags: ann arbor, borders, parking, strike

Amazon farts in usability's general direction

If you aren't aware, has a new(ish) feature where it searches the text of books in its collection as well as searching authors' names and titles. It seems like this should be a big advantage, but it ends up driving me crazy.

How often does one actually want to search on the text in a book? Couldn't they make that part of an advanced search? When I am looking to see if any new Christopher Brookmyre books have been published, I don't want to be bogged down in books in which he has been mentioned.

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