Fourth Wall

Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Poor Babies.

Sorry, Patrick.

(hee hee hee).

Thursday, October 21, 2004

The State Of My Life

I'm falling behind in my readings for Civ, Saints, and Sosc. Nice for me that there's no Civ class tomorrow: I can go hang out in the Reg with a chai and catch up. History of Drama is not as fun as I had hoped it would be.

Spent yesterday afternoon at the Pro-Life Association meeting. I meant to go to the library and write my essay after dinner, but I realized that I would be thinking about Game Seven the entire time. So I went home and watched the game with Sukie, Tom, Paul, Kelly, and Liam (who, as the resident toddler, did eventually have to go to bed).

So here I am writing about the Investiture conflict, trying not to sound too horribly Catholic about it.

My teachers seem to like me this quarter. I need to work a bit more at Sosc and Drama, but for Saints and Civ, it's mostly about making sure I don't drop the proverbial ball.

My absentee ballot is seven pages long. The voter information pamphlet is 196.

I'm off to meet with my advisor.

Wednesday, October 20, 2004



Tuesday, October 19, 2004

They had to put my cat to sleep yesterday.

We adopted him when I was six years old; last month he turned fourteen. He was only a month old when we adopted him; his feral mother was probably hit by a car. He was so small he fell into his bowl of kitten formula. He didn't know how to give himself a bath. He was streetwise, for a cat— he liked to tussle with our ankles.

When he got older, he went through a period of night terrors. I would wake up in the early hours of the morning and carry him back to bed with me, holding him like a teddy bear until he got bored or fell asleep.

I miss the old guy. I wish I could have held him one more time.

In other, happier, news, Jenny's wedding was lovely and Grandma is doing much better.

Wednesday, October 06, 2004

We all like to complain.

Things I'm Bored With:

Having a cold

Victricius of Rouen

Finding silverfish in the bathroom

Being the last one to bed and the first one up


Friday, October 01, 2004


I've been reading Beowulf.

What would you name your sword?

And what kind would it be?

I was a big fan of the rapiers in the Met's Arms & Armor exhibition, but that, of course, brings to mind a quote.

Alice: They're so pretty!
Dan: That's not what battle is about... "look, my sword is prettier than your sword!"
Alice: It would be if women ran the world.
Dan: "My inter-continental ballistic missles are prettier than your inter-continental ballistic missles? They have a better color scheme?"
Alice: And we would be at peace.