My mom got back from Las Vegas today. She was on a business trip. She didn't gamble, not once, which I wasn't aware was possible in Vegas, but she did go to Star Trek: The Experience. My mom always struck me as someone who belonged more on Vega than in Vegas... But she brought back a bona fide plastic light-up phaser pistol, a CD of a Spock and Q comedy routine, a book of the Ferengi Rules of Acquisition, and various T-shirts including one "Legalize Romulan Ale" one for my sister.
I must go to this museum now...
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Thursday, June 7, 2007
"It's my way of thanking you for not reporting my countless violations of safety and minimum wage laws!"
Today I saw a broken window and a "No parking" blockade in front of it. I assumed, naturally, that the window was broken because someone attempted to park in it.
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Besides doing a little job hunting, I didn't do anything interesting today, so instead here's a conversation:
Ryter: Circuit City is so sketchy.
Basiorana: It is?
Ryter: There's like dead sections.
Basiorana: That's weird. Like unused sections, or ones with corpses of problem employees?
Ryter: The latter would be awesome.
Ryter: "This was Todd. He didn't give 110%."
Basiorana: I would totally shop there. Imagine the service you'd get.
Ryter: It would be like if Klingons worked retail.
Ryter: "IF YOU SELL A PLASMA SCREEN, YOU GO TO STO-VO-KOR! And get commission. 12%."
Ryter: "STO-VO-KOR!"
Basiorana: Bwahahaha.
Basiorana: Except I can't imagine Klingons give good customer service.
Ryter: "I want to see the manager." "What seems to be the trouble?" "Kang over in computers bit me."
Basiorana: I love Klingons.
Ryter: I love Klingons, and I love Jesus. If only there were a way to combine the two...
Basiorana: Oh my god, I want to photoshop that.
Someday, I must photoshop a Klingon Jesus.
Klingons For Christ!
Besides doing a little job hunting, I didn't do anything interesting today, so instead here's a conversation:
Ryter: Circuit City is so sketchy.
Basiorana: It is?
Ryter: There's like dead sections.
Basiorana: That's weird. Like unused sections, or ones with corpses of problem employees?
Ryter: The latter would be awesome.
Ryter: "This was Todd. He didn't give 110%."
Basiorana: I would totally shop there. Imagine the service you'd get.
Ryter: It would be like if Klingons worked retail.
Ryter: "IF YOU SELL A PLASMA SCREEN, YOU GO TO STO-VO-KOR! And get commission. 12%."
Ryter: "STO-VO-KOR!"
Basiorana: Bwahahaha.
Basiorana: Except I can't imagine Klingons give good customer service.
Ryter: "I want to see the manager." "What seems to be the trouble?" "Kang over in computers bit me."
Basiorana: I love Klingons.
Ryter: I love Klingons, and I love Jesus. If only there were a way to combine the two...
Basiorana: Oh my god, I want to photoshop that.
Someday, I must photoshop a Klingon Jesus.
Klingons For Christ!
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Gave up all hope of finishing the homework tonight.
I met Ryter's father today; we drove down in the rain to his condo and watched an episode of DS9 ("Trials and Tribble-ations," it's hilarious and very well-done special-effects wise) before heading over to Bluefin for dinner.
Now, when Shrewd and I get sushi, we order three rolls (that's like 24 pieces, for those of you who don't eat sushi), then split the bill. If we feel like splurging, we get vegetable tempura as an appetizer. The bill is usually about $30, including tea and tip.
Tonight? We got three appetizers, including octopus (I think I'm not going to eat that again, partially because I felt weird eating it, which indicates to me that octopi are a bit too intelligent for ingestion, and partially because it has the texture of moist eraser); then this huge platter of assorted sushi (I liked the eel), followed by a couple more plates of rolls and dessert. I didn't see the bill. But his dad did mime a heart attack after seeing it.
First time I was ever full after eating sushi, though.
His dad's really nice (and generous), and I saw a lot of similarities between the two of them-- even more than I expected. Wasn't awkward at all, which is more than I can say for when Ryter will eventually meet my dad.
Now, when Shrewd and I get sushi, we order three rolls (that's like 24 pieces, for those of you who don't eat sushi), then split the bill. If we feel like splurging, we get vegetable tempura as an appetizer. The bill is usually about $30, including tea and tip.
Tonight? We got three appetizers, including octopus (I think I'm not going to eat that again, partially because I felt weird eating it, which indicates to me that octopi are a bit too intelligent for ingestion, and partially because it has the texture of moist eraser); then this huge platter of assorted sushi (I liked the eel), followed by a couple more plates of rolls and dessert. I didn't see the bill. But his dad did mime a heart attack after seeing it.First time I was ever full after eating sushi, though.
His dad's really nice (and generous), and I saw a lot of similarities between the two of them-- even more than I expected. Wasn't awkward at all, which is more than I can say for when Ryter will eventually meet my dad.
Thursday, March 15, 2007
And now, your daily dose of TMI!
Okay, I really like Writer Guy and we're "official" now, on Facebook and everything, and I had a lot of fun today when we hung out all afternoon and wandered around the mall and went to the orchard by the graveyard and sat on the little dock and talked (shut up, in my hometown, there's not that much to do), and we did at least watch classic Star Trek episodes like Mirror, Mirror and The Trouble With Tribbles until I expected my dad to get home so we weren't sword fighting in the mud the WHOLE time, and no, there is absolutely no innuendo there at all, we bought foam swords and were totally running around the muddy apple orchards pretending to be pirates.
He was winning until I backed him into a huge pile of mud, then we decided he had lost because I wasn't wearing Tevas filled with muck. Victory is mine!
But yes, anyway, there was a point. I really like him and all and I don't have that much experience in this area, actually I have almost no experience, but OH MY GOD there has to be a way to kiss that isn't so messy.
He was winning until I backed him into a huge pile of mud, then we decided he had lost because I wasn't wearing Tevas filled with muck. Victory is mine!
But yes, anyway, there was a point. I really like him and all and I don't have that much experience in this area, actually I have almost no experience, but OH MY GOD there has to be a way to kiss that isn't so messy.
| My Deadly Sins |
| Sloth: 80% |
| Greed: 60% |
| Lust: 40% |
| Pride: 40% |
| Envy: 20% |
| Gluttony: 0% |
| Wrath: 0% |
| Chance I'll Go to Hell: 34% |
| I will die sitting on my parents' couch, watching Star Trek. |
Monday, March 12, 2007
There should be more Star Trek drinking games. "Hot alien chick hit on Trip- take a drink!"
I woke up really, really late today; like, two in the afternoon, and then I started to read and the next thing I knew it was four in the afternoon and I hadn't done a single thing all day. Oops.
Today I got my laundry done and I sort of picked up, a little bit, but most of my limited day was devoted to talking to Writer Guy online (yes, again) and then watching Enterprise reruns on SciFi. Because I'm so productive...
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So... funny little story... I was talking to Writer Guy on the phone for two hours on Saturday night (because my internet connection was down, I don't normally subject my parents to crazy phone bills), and besides the fact that The Brother was very irritated that my long conversation meant he couldn't talk to his girlfriend, something interesting came up in conversation.
Namely, my "online persona." Basiorana, that is. The name that I use in online forums and on my blog-- basically, anytime you see "Basiorana" anywhere on the internet it's me, and the same is true for my alternate identity (an older one), Zennybee. Writer Guy, like so many before him, was curious as to what "Basiorana" meant.
Well, you may know that it is from the Latin words "basio," meaning "I kiss," and "rana," meaning "frog," coming from my blog title and the old fairy tale, which is one of my favorites. But how, exactly, do you tell someone that your internet persona means "I kiss the frog" when they are someone that you may very well be kissing in the future? It was weird enough telling Mack.
My explanation was rather convoluted and sounded a bit like a lesson in Latin grammar with a few mumbled references to fairy tales...
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Since I don't have anything interesting to say on my own I've decided I should probably update my Readings and add some other blogs you should check out. Plus delete the ones that haven't had anything posted in a long enough time that I think they've been abandoned.
But yes, some new people to check out: First, there's EDog's Everything Page, which is the life blog of the dude who does the very funny webcomic Adventures of the S-Team, which has superheroes and robots and aliens, recently, so it's very funny. Anyway, I feel kind of bad that it took me so ridiculously long to figure out that he had a life blog too, in addition to the blog about the comic... but yeah. Oh well.
Another addition: Sam Girl, who hails from South Africa, which honestly feels a lot farther away to me than it actually is... But then again I tend to think of Russia as farther away than Australia, so clearly my sense of distance is a little wonky.
Today I got my laundry done and I sort of picked up, a little bit, but most of my limited day was devoted to talking to Writer Guy online (yes, again) and then watching Enterprise reruns on SciFi. Because I'm so productive...
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So... funny little story... I was talking to Writer Guy on the phone for two hours on Saturday night (because my internet connection was down, I don't normally subject my parents to crazy phone bills), and besides the fact that The Brother was very irritated that my long conversation meant he couldn't talk to his girlfriend, something interesting came up in conversation.
Namely, my "online persona." Basiorana, that is. The name that I use in online forums and on my blog-- basically, anytime you see "Basiorana" anywhere on the internet it's me, and the same is true for my alternate identity (an older one), Zennybee. Writer Guy, like so many before him, was curious as to what "Basiorana" meant.
Well, you may know that it is from the Latin words "basio," meaning "I kiss," and "rana," meaning "frog," coming from my blog title and the old fairy tale, which is one of my favorites. But how, exactly, do you tell someone that your internet persona means "I kiss the frog" when they are someone that you may very well be kissing in the future? It was weird enough telling Mack.
My explanation was rather convoluted and sounded a bit like a lesson in Latin grammar with a few mumbled references to fairy tales...
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Since I don't have anything interesting to say on my own I've decided I should probably update my Readings and add some other blogs you should check out. Plus delete the ones that haven't had anything posted in a long enough time that I think they've been abandoned.
But yes, some new people to check out: First, there's EDog's Everything Page, which is the life blog of the dude who does the very funny webcomic Adventures of the S-Team, which has superheroes and robots and aliens, recently, so it's very funny. Anyway, I feel kind of bad that it took me so ridiculously long to figure out that he had a life blog too, in addition to the blog about the comic... but yeah. Oh well.
Another addition: Sam Girl, who hails from South Africa, which honestly feels a lot farther away to me than it actually is... But then again I tend to think of Russia as farther away than Australia, so clearly my sense of distance is a little wonky.
| I Am 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained |
 The left side of the brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. My left brain's influence makes me fairly logical and prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of the brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. Since I'm half right brained, I likely have a talent for creative writing and art. My right brain prefers day dreaming and philosophy. |
Friday, March 9, 2007
More Geeky Stuff You Have To See
Okay... I promise I won't always just post Star Trek stuff from YouTube but OH MY GOD THIS IS AWESOME. The song is Voltaire's "The USS Make Shit Up" from the album Banned On Vulcan and it's totally on my iTunes, as it should be on the iTunes of every true geek.
Sunday, March 4, 2007
Personally, I think Indian food should come with fortune cookies too.
I will say this much:
He's nice, he's sweet, we got along great and it wasn't awkward, not even when Mistake called and I had to go turn off my phone as "Swanee River" played cheerfully from my purse. We watched episodes of Voyager and laughed when the ship lurched sideways and people went flying despite the fact that the gravity was artificial. Especially when the holograms did it too.
We're planning to get together next week to learn the Greek alphabet, and oh my GOD if you can't tell we're dorks yet there is some connection missing in your brain...
But I don't know/remember who reads this, and I can't figure out how much I want to say, yet, and how much I want to keep to myself... I'll sort it out later, when I'm not disturbing my roommate with this click-clicking of keys.
He's nice, he's sweet, we got along great and it wasn't awkward, not even when Mistake called and I had to go turn off my phone as "Swanee River" played cheerfully from my purse. We watched episodes of Voyager and laughed when the ship lurched sideways and people went flying despite the fact that the gravity was artificial. Especially when the holograms did it too.
We're planning to get together next week to learn the Greek alphabet, and oh my GOD if you can't tell we're dorks yet there is some connection missing in your brain...
But I don't know/remember who reads this, and I can't figure out how much I want to say, yet, and how much I want to keep to myself... I'll sort it out later, when I'm not disturbing my roommate with this click-clicking of keys.
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