Monday, November 29

And Another Deep Thought From Our Sponsor:

I am very pleased.
The man in the yellow hat
Is wearing a kilt.

Monday, November 22

Lackadaisy

I just wanted to give a shout-out to my favorite web comic artist ever, Tracy Butler.

She is brilliant.  Cats + Prohibition = Brilliance.


No, really, this is set in the 1920s and it's about a speakeasy starring a delightful cast of - yes, for real - cats.  They are beautifully drawn and one of the reasons I want to get into photoshop so much.  Awesome stuff.  :)  P'haps worth checking out if you have a moment.  I warn you though, there are quite a few - and her updates can be pretty scattered.  But they're excellently witty/extremely entertaining.

Read them here.

Uh... yeah.  :D  

Sunday, November 21

Favorite Color

And now, from your overly-analytical blogger, a new thought.
What does your favorite color reveal about you?

I'm notorious (not really) for having a different favorite color at any given period of my life.  When I was very young I loved the color cerulean blue.  As I grew older - into middle school, I began to prefer vibrant shades of orange.  On into high school I preferred black (which isn't really a color, but eh) and then beginning into college I became enamored with pale shades of green.  Lately I've begun to notice myself preferring pale shades of yellow.

So.... what does this have to do with anything and why should I care?

It's interesting to note the connotations of each color.

Blue (more particularly cerulean blue) is a color that is associated with power, intelligence, heaven, and stability.  It's a very sincere color - calming and exciting all at once.  The color of bluebirds, most of my favorite flowers, and the Scottish flag.  From the earliest I can really remember to the beginnings of middle school I recall being enamored with this color (and the crayon itself.)
When I was younger my family remembers me as the "sweet, angelic lamb of the family" or whatevs.  I tried to mother my siblings and I wanted everyone to be happy.  When I was young I was enamored with learning and art.  (These passions I can't profess to fully maintain.  ;)  I loved life.  I wanted everything it had to offer.


Starting into middle school and on through Jr. High I loved orange.  1) Because --- honestly --- it's the coolest color ever.  And 2) Because no one else likes it.  I mean, maybe they like it, but it was rare for it to be someone's favorite.  Unfortunately, my love of orange doesn't really stem beyond this.  But still.  That kind of represents my mentality at the time.  Non-conformist and all that.  Etc etc.  And orange roses remain my absolute favorite.  Hence the picture.  :D


High school brings two things - depending on who you are.  Angst or glory.  Unlike my older brothers or younger sister, high school brought an over-exaggerated sense of self and my own aimless predicament.  But it was also a time when I began to discover what I really loved about life - the more elegant, mysterious sides of things.  My friends started to associate me with this persona and as much as I protested it, I really liked the idea.  Black, of course, is associated with all these things and more.  It remains also a preference.  Nothing's better than having a reason to wear all black.  ;)

College brought a renewal.  I guess all the angsty self-centered pride, etc etc slowly dispersed as I rediscovered a passion for scholarly pursuits, for the gospel, for life and the joy it can offer.  Green is a fertile color - calming and renewing, bringing peace and healing.  

And, now, yellow?  Who'd a thought.  And I wonder what it means...


Anyways.  I would think everyone else is less wishy-washy than me.  So, fav colors?



Friday, November 19

Some Post-Harry Potter 7 Part 1 at Midnight Haiku (i.e. my brain as of now, sitting at KBYU.)

The cat in the hat
is doing a little dance.
I can't stop watching.

Oh, Curious George
The Man in the Yellow Hat
Hugs a foul puppet.

As George walks along
He examines the contents
Of a jar he has.

Everyone likes George
But they cannot understand,
He cries redemption.

His face in his hands,
The small brown face sorrowful
Will they ever see?

Wednesday, November 17

Everyone I touch...


Huh.

Sometimes... don't you feel like this?


Tuesday, November 16

A Pair of Ducks

When I feel uneasy about a test, I get about 80% or less.
When I feel confident about a test, I get 70% or less.
When I don't care about a test, I get 60% or less.
When I was in high school and I took a test, I got 100% or less.  But usually not much.  ;)  And sometimes more.

Of everything I miss about high school, the tests would probably be the most sorely pined for...

I can statistically (I would know, I was just barely 'confident' about a stats test...) determine that with 95% confidence, the chances of my growing stupider each year fall between the interval (100.00,101.00) as measured in percentage.  Therefore, I reject H0 (assuming, naturally, that it's generally assumed that people get smarter in college) in favor of the alternative.  Because as a non-statistician, I don't care about p anyways.

Monday, November 15

Scars

I haven't posted for a bit, so I guess I'll resort to an oldie.
I have very fair skin, so scars aren't really something I can flout.  :(  I have only three that I can really recognize, and they're pale enough that no one can really see them unless they're looking.

First, on my inner right forearm: a small inch-long mark--testament of what happens when you reach up for something on top of the Zub oven and your arm rests for a second against the metal... and my perpetual scab-picking boredom.

Second, on my left leg - down my calf, there is a 5 inch long super-thin white line--testament of how much my dog REALLY loves me.

Third, some silly looking red curls on my upper lip.  (Thank heavens these are hard to see or I'd look like I had a perpetual cold-sore.)  These are, sadly, testament of someone who gets cold sores.  A lot.

And, fourth, (I'm grouping these) there are numerous little white thatches on my fingers and palms.  Testament of my great inability to carve and previously great desire to do so (only fueled by the talents of my dear sister.)  There are about 5 or 6 obvious ones.

And there you go.  I'm a relatively safe person, actually.  I've never broken a bone or gotten stitches.  I think I've sprained my ankle once... (involving a long sprint across campus in high heels.  Not too surprising there.)

What can I say?  I try to be boring.  ;)

Anyone have cool scars?

Thursday, November 4

Mushing


I have two sticky notes on my desktop.  One says "metro station kelsey" - referring to a song I heard forever ago on the radio that I mean to look up.  The second says: "Do your stats homework stupid." on the first line and "And stop mushing." on the second.  These are both really important things.  The first is in reference to the fact that all my stats assignments are online - thus, I always forget to do them and submit them in time.  Lately I've gotten better at this.  (Probably because we're allowed to drop three assignments and I've totally spaced three assignments.)  The other reference, "stop mushing" is something that I've lately decided to work on.

When I say mushing I mean two things - one (less particularly) is to stop being 'mushy'.  Stop wistfully thinking about my future and the fact that I'm at BYU.  Silly marriage voices.  This, I don't really have a problem with.

The second reference is to the mushy quality of my schoolwork as of late.  "Hmm.  I got about 87% on that practice exam.  ...   Good enough."  or  "Well, this project is worth 200 points.  I've pulled together enough to get a reasonably good score.  And I'm very tired... so screw this."

These things did not exist in high school.  In high school I cared.  I'm not quite sure what happened between then and now, but I no longer care.  So the sticky note exists to remind me to, well, not mush.  Unfortunately, that sticky note isn't nearly enough to keep me from doing so.  Luckily, I've found another route.  For those of you who know Mr. Gregory Chipman, he likes to ask questions...

"What does that mean?"
"What?"
"That sticky note."
"OH.  Well, I've been a bit lazy with my school work.  It's to remind me to care more about what I'm doing and the grades I get."  
"Ah.  I see."


... later ...


"AUGH, I hate this!"
"Hmm."
"Stupid... stats assignment..."
"Hmm."  (He is doing his remedial math class for special engineers homework... or whatever it's called.)
"I'm just going to submit this."
"Stop mushing, Beth."
"You- I-"  *Glare*  "Shut up."  (I continue to push through the assignment, finish, and get 100%.)

Or the other night.

*groan*
"What?"
"I can't figure out whether I need to calculate the mainline size for this irrigation system."
"Hmm."  (He is working on his homework again.  Positively enamored.
"I doubt I do.  I'll just leave it and hand in the project."
"Stop mushing, Beth."
"NGZzzh!"
"The T.A. will be back in a half hour.  You can ask him then."
"F..."

And so forth.  I have to wonder what I did previous to his return...

Anyways, I suppose I need to hire someone to follow me around once the next semester starts, because Greg will have started school himself.  They can read over my shoulder and as soon as they sense procrastination or the like, they can lean over and hiss in my ear "Stop mushing."

Wednesday, November 3

31 Days

Jk, Gros. ;) We all know you're older than me. Don't rub it in.

Anyways, today I miss Wyview.


But that's besides the point. I was looking at pictures and I saw this one and I was quite entertained. See, next year at the Anime Convention, Erin and I are going as ...

TULIO AND MIGUEL!  :D

I'm very excited - particularly because Erin looks like Tulio and I only just realized it. Compare her expression in the picture above to this one:


Pretty much. Now I just need to learn to play Mandolin... and somehow attain his figure. (I don't think that will happen...)

Monday, November 1

Thy Ministers

O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue to drown the throat of war! -
When the senses are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness, who can stand?
When the souls of the oppressed fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the throne of God,
when the frowns of his countenance drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle, and sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire. and fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain,

O who can stand? O who hath caused this?
O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it! Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

-William Blake

Here we go, November.

Another month already!  0_o  Or... sometimes I guess I could rather say "November, huh?  I thought it was almost January."  (That would be silly though, because that'd mean it had just been Christmas, and I'd be 20, hmm?)

Anyways, I don't really have anything to say.  I'm feeling very trashy and trying to avoid a project on irrigation that is sitting tantalizingly next to me.  But first, I think I'll indulge myself and post what I have to look forward to this most excellent month.

*ahem*

1)  Pie.

I could go on.  However, I won't indulge myself.  Yet.  But, yes, pie is reason enough for November to exist, I suppose.  I needn't say that I hope to see many much pie this month.  I've been missing it all year.

2) Last full month of school this year!
I don't think this really qualifies for anything, but I really am excited for November to be over because that will mean it's almost time for finals!  (And my birthday.)

3) Two tests.  (That is, I'm excited for them to be over, and that I only have two this month.

4) Thanksgiving break.  (Longest break we've had all semester!)  

5) Thanksgiving.  I'm excited to see my family/most particularly to spend time with my dad.  :D  It should be excellent.

6) Pie.

7) Uhm... pie.

Okay, so November isn't a big month for me.  But I did just want to post so I could get my blog re-formatted properly.  (Last time's comic was too large.)  

Anyways, yes!  Good luck ya'all.  Hope this lovely rain continues into November.