DragonAge: Origons is LOVE.

I have a DOG.

I have named him MAC:



I love Mac. <3

On the way back from school, I saw a man leading his black lab mix on a prong collar. The poor thing was being held so tight that even when it was in the proper heeling position, the collar was completely constricted around his neck. Poor thing looked scared to do anything. When the dog stepped off the curb with the man to cross the street, his front feet hung in the air.

I suspect the dog's neck is going to end up looking like this.

Steampunk Cake = LOVE


http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-sweets-steampunk.html

So, in French Lit we are reading Marie de France's Lanval

The epic, let me show you it:

Lanval: Woe is me! King Arther was giving out presents, and I did not get one! How could he forget me, as I am the son of a King who lives Very Far Away, and am so vallent, generous, and beautiful? I am going to ride my horse to the river and heroically sulk!

Horse: Dude, you suck. I'm going to dump you and wander away and leave you here to be emo by yourself.

Two Gorgeous Women: Hey! Lanval, our mistress wants to talk to you. You will go because she is sexy.

Lanval: Sweet! Someone recognizes my awesomeness!

Hot Faerie: Lanval, I have come from a place Very Far Away to have sex with you. If you promise not to tell anyone about me, I'll have sex with you every night, because I am a Faerie, and thus do not have periods, or ever get pregnant. But if you ever tell anyone about me, you'll never see me again.

Lanval: I can totally keep my trap shut that I'm having nightly sex with an extremely hot woman.

Queen Guinevere: Lanval, you are the best looking of my husband's knights. Have sex with me tonight.

Lanval: Sorry Queen, I have a hotter woman to have sex with than you.

Queen Guinevere: Arther! Lavnal tried to rape me! When I protested, he then said his girlfriend is prettier than me!

Arther: He said his girlfriend was hotter than you? Arrest that man!

Jury of Old Men: He said his girlfriend was sexier than the queen? These are Very Serious Charges.

Lanval: Woe is me!

Two Gorgeous Women: Better make up your guest room, our Super Sexy Mistress is coming to town.

Hot Faerie: As you can see, I am far sexier than the queen.

Jury of Old Men: We agree, she's sexier than the queen. All charges against Lanval must be dropped.

Lanval: You were mean to me! I'm riding away with my Hot Faerie and you'll never see me again!

The End.

...

Yeah. That's pretty much it. The whole rape thing? Never heard of again.

School was canceled today (my prof had something going on) so I've decided to devote today to homework and housecleaning. With Beau gone, it's been just me trying to upkeep a house with three cats and a border collie while trying to juggle commuting to school and work (I take the MAX) and getting all my homework done. There has just not been enough time in the day.

It's noon, and I'm already on my third load of laundry, have vacuumed the living room, swept and then turned the Roomba loose on the kitchen, and will tackle vacuuming the hallway and the bedroom next.

Kitties, for the record, Do Not Approve.

Jenny (my littlest sister) is coming and staying at my house for the night.

Keebler is Very Excited.

We're sprawled on the couch, watching Mythbusters and drinking hot cocoa.

I've spent worse evenings. :)

Beau has gone to go deer hunting with his father. I'm torn. On one hand, if he shoots a deer on the first day or so, he'll come home a week earlier. On the other, that would mean he would be bringing back a whole deer to fill up the freezer (that I can't eat).

Keebler, however, would be OVERJOYED, as he would be getting very good dinners for months. And Sammy would be happy because I've promised his mother the deer's neck. Sammy is an Irish Wolfhound who eats a raw diet, so necks comprise a great deal of his diet and variety is the spice of life.

School has recommenced. I'm taking French Lit. 341 (insanely hard), French 301 (moderately difficult) and English history (frightfully easy).

In French lit, we're reading La Chanson de Roland, which is an epic poem written between 1100 and 1200. The vocabulary is... difficult.

L'Empereur va sous un pin,
Et mande ses barons pour tenir son conseil:
C'est le duc Ogier et l'archevêque Turpin;
C'est Richard le Vieux et son neveu Henri;
C'est le brave comte de Gascogne, Acelin;
C'est Thibaud de Reims et son cousin Milon.
Gérier et Gérin y sont aussi,
Et le comte Roland y est venu avec eux,
Suivi du noble et vaillant Oliver.
Il y a là plus de mille Français de France.
On y voit aussi Ganelon, celui qui fit la trahison.
Alors commence le conseil qui tourna mal.

Yes. Like I can keep all those people straight. And that's just the good guys! The bad guys have a guy named Blancandrin, which is just about the most awesome name ever.

Now that my coffee is gone, I'm off to the library to print off my reading assignment for history. This class is so much easier than my last couple history classes. Only one paper to write for the term! And it's only 8-10 pages double spaced. And if you like your grade on the rough draft, she'll let you just keep that one and not turn in a final one!

And there are people complaining about her work load. *facepalm*

see more Engrish

Words do not describe the awesomeness of this.

Keebler is very content with himself.

This morning he got a wonderful bone. This afternoon he went on a long bike ride (well, he ran next to the bike) and has now come home to a nice stuffed Kong filled with frozen canned dog food.

He's now sprawled out, happily slurping and sucking on his Chicken and Sweet Potato, watching Beau play Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Summoner 2: Raidou Kuzunoha vs. King Abaddon.

So for breakfast I had Irish Oatmeal and Milk.

For lunch I had Eggplant Bhurta with Garlic Naan and Chai.

For dinner I will most likely have Mexican.

Land of the free, home of the brave, and the food from wherever the heck we feel like it. :P

So I go to the bookstore for my textbooks today. It looks like it's going to cost me about $385. I managed to luck out and get the PROGRESSIVE teachers who want all NEW EDITIONS.


Go me. *facepalm*

EDIT: I managed to get one of them used. :D

... $358.10.

I'm watching a "documentary" about the "Secret Bloodline of Jesus and Mary" and they're talking about this Super Secret room hidden in the church, and they go into the Super Secret Room that No One has Seen Inside Of in a century... and as they're panning around the Secret Room...

...and it has a WINDOW.

Yes, people. No one has ever thought to look into the GLASS WINDOW in a hundred years. *facepalm*

On the bright side, there is a lot of background French, so at least I get some practice in trying to understand them.

So one of my friends is getting married. This, I suppose, is a good thing. She makes him happy. I, frankly, don't see the appeal myself. But I may be lacking the necessary equipment to appreciate her charms. Although my friend and I have been friends much longer than he and my husband have, (due to my inappropriate equipment again) my husband is the best man for the wedding.

This places my husband in charge of planning the bachelor party.

So he and the other groomsmen (since they and the groom are all geeks) decide to have a rockband party, and barbecue, and a huge cake. I approve.

Then the bride-to-be sends my husband the address of a stripper group -- with the list of strippers she likes. Most of the groomsmen express discomfort at this idea. None of them (my husband included) want a stripper show.

Except the bride-to-be has also emailed the stripper list to her future husband. He is thrilled by this idea. He enthusiastically jumps onto the "we must have a stripper!" bandwagon. Handsome Man informs him that many of the groomsmen are very uncomfortable with the idea.

Groom is gung-ho about the idea. He's delighted in the idea that he is marrying a woman who is willingly sending strippers his way. He has "achieved the male dream." There will be strippers.

So this morning my husband and I had to go and pick several strippers from the brides chosen site (we also decided to follow her directions that her future husband "doesn't like blonds or anyone who looks too exotic." In this I may know her fiance better than she does -- I know for a fact that he likes Asian women.

Did I mention that groom is not paying for the party -- or the stripper? No, that gets to fall on the best man -- My Husband. He who doesn't even want to see the stripper show.

Zero Punctuation this week is done in limerick form. The Whole Thing. All four minutes of it.

I am awed.

I swear, editing takes longer than writing the story. *facepalm*

On the bright side, I'm catching some doosies of mistakes, so I'm glad I edited before sending it off to Droplet.

I got a new pantry today, I have so much more room to store stuff! :D

Dragon*con made the front page of CNN.

I'm not sure I approve.

I mean, I don't mind them covering Dragon*Con, but reading the article, one gets the feeling that the person who wrote the article got the short stick to go cover, as he quaintly puts it, the "freak show."

I suppose I should be used to this by now. *sigh*

It's things like this that make me wish I had decent animating skills. I found the perfect visual joke for Mareian and Jeran... and I don't think it would possibly work in written form. *sighs*

Courtesy of The Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain, the part I'm talking about is in the first 40 seconds of the video.

...I think you'll know it when you see it. :D



The song, while good, doesn't really work for them. :P

“How's Mareian?” Jeran asked.

Anna smiled. “She's fine, Jeran. Nothing that won't work it's course in time.”

The blue Lupe heaved a sigh of relief. “So it's not the plague? Thank the Fortunes.”

“I suspect Skarl will be thanking them just as much as you,” Anna said in a mild tone. “I know a secured line of succession for the Kingdom will take a huge load of stress off his shoulders.”

Jeran snorted. “Isn't that why he stuck me with the title of crown prince anyways?”

Anna was cruel enough to let her son get all the way to the door before commenting, “I wasn't talking about your succession.”

Jeran paused before the full weight of their conversation hit him. “Wait, what?”

HERO DOG SAVES OTHER DOG ON HIGHWAY (ENGLISH NARRATION)


This is so sweet. A dog was hit by a car, and a second dog came and pulled him (using his paws!) off of the road to safety until human rescuers could come. They were both taken to the vet, and dog who was run over lived! No mention on if they found his owners or if he's up for adoption...

I will warn you that the whole thing was caught on tape, so the video shows the dog getting hit as well as the other dog pulling him off the road. It's not graphic, but just as a heads up.