Wednesday, March 24, 2010

tweets, 3/23-24/10

I have a lot of thoughts rattling around up there but I don't have the energy to sort them all out, so I'll let my tweets for the last couple of days serve as writing prompts.

We are sad: We'll watch some *I Spy* tonight in his memory.
about 5 hours ago via web

Robert Culp died. We LOVE Robert Culp. One of the surrealish sad things about preferring to watch TV shows from previous generations is that many of the people you see on the screen and come to think of as acquaintances (don't look at me funny! You're all addicted to Lost! And this is different how?) are either dead already or will be soon. This evening we put in a DVD and watched a 35-year-old athletic ladies' man who actually just died today at the age of 79 get himself into and out of espionage-ish scrapes. (It was a really good episode.) It was comforting and sad at the same time: He'll always be 35 for us. (Well, except when we watch Greatest American Hero* and he's fiftyish.)

*I bet you totally have that theme song stuck in your head now. Evil, thy name is Rachel.

I now have a phone with a camera in it, just in time for the year 2000! Oh, wait.
about 5 hours ago via web

Only because my old phone was on its last legs. I really do like the new one though, even though the camera is (as I knew it would be) lame. I do like that I can transfer pictures to it via memory card (see below) and use my own shots as backgrounds. I got so everlastingly tired of the boring stock images in my old phone, and I'm way too cheap to download new ones. Yes, I know I could transfer the pictures through the air just like in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, but even if I wanted to spend $10 a month on a data package (and I don't; see above re: cheap), data transfer doesn't work 'round these here parts anyway.

Just bought a 2GB Micro-SD card for $10. That's $2000 worth of hard drives in 1995 money; could lose it in a coin purse. Where's my jetpack? about 8 hours ago via web

Wow! That is such an original thought and I am sure I am the only person on the planet clever enough to think of it while looking at the memory-card display at Wal-Mart! Did you know that the sky is blue? It seriously is!

OK, whom do I have to befriend to get one of these for a pet?
about 9 hours ago via web

SERIOUSLY. Cutest baby animals EVER. My husband is all, "They just look like puppies," and I am all, "Yeah, if puppies were so eye-searingly cute that you couldn't look at them for five minutes without exploding from the buildup of glee." Did you see them?

C and I are thinking about auditioning for a community theater play. You only live once, right? Worst they can do is laugh. For days. At me.
about 24 hours ago via web

I alternate between thinking this is a crazydumb idea and nevermind, and thinking this is a crazydumb idea but I already told Claire and the Internet about it so I'd better go through with it because I can't lie. Hi yeah I'm totally going to go sing on a stage in front of strangers. By myself. Ha ha! It'll be a lark. Or else, you know, it'll be a memory that makes me cringe on a daily basis for the next fifty years.

My new theory: "The Book Report" from *You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown* was carefully engineered to stick in human brains and never leave. 3:05 PM Mar 23rd via web

It's unfortunate, though, that there are four people singing that song at once, because otherwise it would be a fantabulous audition piece. DO YOU SEE HOW CRAZYDUMB THIS IDEA IS. I just typed the phrase "audition piece", for crying out loud.

I love teaching my son algebra, especially when he just GETS it. Systems of equations today = my momgeekery firing on all twelve cylinders.
2:47 PM Mar 23rd via web

I looked ahead in his book and I'll be teaching him to complete the square in a couple of weeks and that is so full of awesome that I seriously think each morning about how it's one day closer to completing the square. As if completing the square were Disneyland. (It's maybe better. It doesn't cost $60 per person, and there are no crowds.)

I try not to want to smack Kit Kittredge, but every time Claire watches this insufferable movie, the urge is stronger.

This is really not like me but my gosh I just cannot stand that character. She's so... smug. And saccharine. And self-important. And too-cute-for-words. And I'm a hateful bitter cynic who should spend the rest of her life sitting by her window waving her cane at the neighborhood and yelling GET OFF MY LAWN. I know.

Friday, January 01, 2010

tweets, 1/1/09

I've come to accept the fact that this blog is the only thing that allows me to remember anything I've done, read, seen, or thought, so I may as well use it.

OK, I'm going to try to do a photo a day in 2010. Or, realistically, for the next six days until I get too lazy. http://tinyurl.com/yhcwczu 10:00 PM Jan 01, 2010 from web

This is part of my decision to try to remember to do things I love that don't involve school or social networking. For the fall semester last year, especially, I felt really off-balance, and I want there to be something in my life besides, well, school and social networking. So I'm going to try to remember to breathe deep and take walks and make music and knit, and play with my family, and spend time with my husband, and all manner of things that I used to do before school took over my life. (Item: I am in awe that people do this and work full-time too. Granted, homeschooling is quite a job, and I use that as an excuse for myself when I need it, but it feels hollow. I am increasingly certain that the real time-suck is Facebook -- not so much that I spend a long time at it each day, necessarily, just that it lures me in at all hours in passing and distracts me from other things.) We'll see how this plays out once college is, you know, actually in session.

I love how all the posts from my peers are about how nobody's staying up till 12. Like this one! Happy new year, and welcome to middle age. 11:40 PM Dec 31st, 2009 from web

As it turned out, I was awake at 12, reading in bed. I'm not sure if that's any more youthful or wild than just going to sleep. ;-) Our neighbors made enough noise for both our houses, not that I minded. At least these guys (they're new) didn't seem interested in shooting up in the air, which is a really common method of celebration in rural areas. (It's not true that the bullets come down as fast as they go up, but they do come down mighty fast. My brother once found one embedded in his roof, which is fortunately a much bigger target than, say, your child's scalp and skull.)

So. Maybe you'll see me here more often in 2010 than you have in a while. Or maybe not. Old broken habits are hard to unbreak. Or something.

Monday, September 28, 2009

The Day In Tweets: in which I am humbled.

OK, I'm going to try the daily posting of tweets thing. Without further ado*:

• A&P work done. I read half a chapter without taking notes. Feels a little scary, like I should be in hiding from the Studying Secret Police. about 7 hours ago from web

I got a 9/10 on the quiz. I cannot allow this to lull me into a false sense of security about the exam I will be taking this week, though, and I am studying like a maniac. Except when I'm , um, blogging. Or tweeting. Or reading other people's blogs or tweets, or playing Lexulous, or hanging out at Facebook, or eating leftover birthday cake, or idly fantasizing about diving into a giant pool filled with cold tingly diet Coke.

• I have to take a quiz by 4:00 on the entire skeleton. In a week's worth of studying, have now learned... the skull. I am dead meat. about 10 hours ago from web

This was poor planning on my part. In fairness, the skull and the stuff that came before it (bone cells, bone anatomy, bone repair, etc.) made up about half the chapter BUT STILL. Side note: I LOVE this class so, so much. It's right up there with linguistic nerdiness on my list of Favorite Kinds of Stuff to Learn (what, you don't keep track of this too?), but I'm very glad that I don't study in public because it'd look a little odd for me to be sitting, say, on a commuter train, instead of on my couch, feeling my zygomatic arches or pronating and supinating my hand or contemplatively wiggling the condyloid joints in my metacarpals. And you know I would do it.

• I am publicly confessing that I was wrong about what monkey bars are called & my husband was right. (Good thing he can't see this at work.) about 13 hours ago from web

I wasn't very vehement about it, but in my mind "monkey bars" was a generic term for any kind of jungle-gym bars setup (at my elementary school we used to have a set that was vaguely rocket-shaped), and the bars that C likes to do, the ones that are like a ladder lying horizontally and you go hand-over-hand across them, I've always called "horizontal bars." T maintained that horizontal bars were for gymnasts and that C likes monkey bars. He was right and I was wrong and just look at me posting this where he can see it now! Aren't I a good wife?

*I occasionally contemplate closing this blog and moving to blogger where I will have a free blog titled "Further Ado" or maybe "With Further Ado", because really, I am ALL ABOUT further ado. And now the word "ado" looks like a non-word that I've just made up. My work here is done.