Thursday, October 30, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tonight I burnt a pizza. You might be thinking, "Sarah, I know you are a crappy cook, but how the hell do you burn a pizza? THE INSTRUCTIONS ARE RIGHT ON THE BOX."
Well, this is how: forget to turn on the timer because you were on the phone when you put the pizza in the oven. Also, be functionally anosmic and incapable of detecting the burning smell. I sometimes joke that the only things I can smell well are citrus, gasoline and cat piss. There are actually some other smells that I'm pretty sensitive to but I won't go into details in this nice, family-oriented blog.
Anyway, back to the pizza. Obviously from the picture, I still ate it. My sense of taste isn't so great, either.
And I have selected it: Xbox 360 and Rock Band 2. I got the microphone so I can sing to Megadeth and Duran Duran and scare the bejeezus out of the cats. Above, Jasper cautiously approaches and wonders whether the horrendous noises I am making are a result of my being ill, insane or both.
Here's my character, dressed exactly as I would in real life if I could get away with it.
In other news, it's sleeting here in Morgantown. Along with the visual confirmation, my bum shoulder is also notifying me of the drop in temperature by making some interesting new crackling noises. Holy shit I love winter!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Just got this great new belt buckle: one of the best ways to show you're a badass is to wear a belt with your name (or your initial) on it, right?
Well, it's not quite as cool as Jennifer Tilly's belt buckle, I admit. Maybe someday I will have one that says "S- Fucking F- Will Kick Your Ass" and then some pictures of mushroom bodies and Blythe dolls.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Sarah Palin, moron, mocks government funding of fruit fly research. As it turns out, the molecular basis of a vast array of developmental processes, including those that go awry in some human diseases, have benefited enormously from studies in the fruit fly Drosophila melanogaster. Not to mention the genetic basis of learning and memory, my own field of study. Christ, what an ignorant twit. If she and McCain are somehow elected we're all in big trouble.
Friday, October 24, 2008
This morning I was sitting out on the deck smoking and drinking a cup of tea (ran out of coffee, grr) when a bird flew into the bay window not ten feet in front of me. As the bird lay quivering on the deck I raced to get to it before Jade could, but alas, it was already dead.
So I photographed it and looked it up in the Peterson's guide: she's a female Cape May warbler, formerly on her way from Canada to the Caribbean.
This big-ass wheel bug was also hanging out on the deck this morning. Look at him trying to be scary with his front legs and antennae all stretched out; spider mimicry, maybe?
Thursday, October 23, 2008
This morning Jade was chattering out the window at this little guy, perched on the railing of the deck. At first I thought it was a baby robin, but with it's flight feathers all grown out, it's clearly an adult. Turns out this is most likely a hermit thrush, which spends its summers north of here and in the more mountainous parts of West Virginia, and winters in the southeast US. So, happy trails, little thrush, and may you reach your destination without attracting the attention of too many more housecats.
Being a big science nerd as a kid, there was a period of time when I was really into birds and birdwatching. So it still gets me excited to see a new species (and I'm pretty proud that my first attempt to ID this bird at least had me in the right taxonomic family!).
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
From Pharyngula, this made me feel pretty awesome. And by the way, if you think I'm anywhere near the median salary for untenured female professors as depicted here, you can just keep on dreaming.
And from Pandagon, this clever little animated GIF.
OK, the hymenopteran mushroom body paper is open on the other screen and ready to be worked on. Must...stop...goofing...off...
"An Ode to Locksmiths"- Type O Negative. The best. No other explanation needed.
"More Than a Woman"- Aaliyah. Bummer that she died so young, she was amazing. The video for this song is great, too.
"Let Me Put My Love Into You"- AC/DC. I once got tattooed with this song in the background, and it made me feel like a total badass. And just what IS Brain Johnson alluding to with this cake-cutting business?
"New"- No Doubt. No Doubt was mostly ho-hum to me, but this song does such a good job of describing the hormone-whipped anxiety of the early stages of a relationship that I have to rock out to it once in awhile. The video is entertaining, too.
"Fukken Über Death Party"- Hansel und Gretyl. The singer for this band is my new role model; if I had my way, I would dress this way when I teach. She and Angela Gossow should go bowling together.
"Go Into the Water"- Dethklok. Of course, it's all about Dethklok these days. This video is actually for "Thunderhorse," and it's brilliant. Is it possible to fall in love with cartoon characters?
"The Insight and the Catharsis"- Dimmu Borgir. Possible one of the greatest songs ever recorded. I've probably listened to it 800 times and it still makes me want to give my life to Satan by the end.
That's it on the tunes front for now. In other news, I have been having some crazy armageddon/disaster dreams. Last night's installment included a huge crane, the Olympic gymnasts' team and security camera footage of the destruction. While violent as hell, I admit I kind of like these dreams because they're so unbelievably vivid. Go crazy lady, go!
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Not a bad day, today. Went for a walk down by the river and listened to The Most Excellent Playlist Ever on my iPod, which I put together last night. The songs are all over the place, but they still flow along pretty well. The best thing about this modern day of iPods is that when you decide that a song is out of place, or there's a bad transition, you can just go back and pull that song out. Not so with the mix tapes of old.
Got home and did some painting, inspired by this blog post. I'm pretty happy with it, even though I kind of look like a jaundiced Carrot Top. I'm an entomologist, OK, I just pretend to be an artist in my spare time.
Cats are busy: Jasper at killing, Jade at impersonating an ouroboros.
And the day would not be complete without a new t-shirt. This was supposed to be a size large, but it's a bit, ah, tight. You know what though, I will not complain about having big boobs. I just refuse.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
I'm in Wash, PA today for my Remicade. Remember those human-animal chimeras that Bush ranted about in one of his speeches a couple of years ago? Well, this drug is one of those chimeras: it's an antibody composed of both human and mouse amino acid sequences. It's directed against tumor necrosis factor alpha, part of an inflammatory cascade involved in rheumatoid arthritis. So, knock out TNFalpha, knock out this particular route to inflammation, get some relief from the rheumatiz. It's been working pretty well so far.
The whole procedure keeps me in the hospital for 3-4 hours every eight weeks. I treat it as a little vacation and spend my time watching cable TV and surfing Ebay, and then I go to Panera and get an Asiago cheese bagel with sundried tomato cream cheese for lunch. Mmmmmm....
Monday, October 13, 2008
Look at her go, the stealthy predator. What is she stalking, you might ask?
A giant spider on my filthy carpet. God, I need to vacuum.
Whereas some nights I just can't fathom the notion of sleep, there are other nights when I can't think of a single reason to stay conscious. This is one of those nights, topping off a day when my primary motivation was the next cigarette craving. So, I'm off for an early date with Prince Seroquel, and may tomorrow be more rockin'.
This is my new favorite t-shirt, I just received it in the mail on Friday. "The Dunwich Horror" is one of my favorite ever H.P. Lovecraft stories, and the creepy tripped-out artwork depicting the character Wilbur Whateley is in my opinion hypnotically awesome. (By the way, if you think Wilbur looks like a mess, you should see his brother...)
Another double plus extra cool fact about this particular Lovecraft story is that it inspired a cartoon by Gahan Wilson, below.
Sigh....work work, off I go.
The monsters are coming...oh, if only it were true!
I'm sitting out on the deck having coffee and a smoke this morning when the "Silent Hill" siren goes off at the power plant down by the river. Yes, the siren in that movie was for real and I get to hear it several times a day here in Morgantown. To my knowledge, however, our siren has never resulted in Pyramid Head stalking down High Street.
Immediately afterwards came a cacophany of fire engines and cop cars tearing through downtown. It reminded me a lot of Stephen King's The Mist, when the monsters were first arriving at the lakefront while the protagonist was at the grocery store. The recently made movie probably sucks, but the novella is amazing and I have read it many times since childhood. This particular scene, for example, has remained in my mind for at least 20 years complete with vivid auditory and visual effects.
"Oh! The grandpa's guitars are smashed!"
Humor me, I watched more Metalocalypse this weekend and I just can't get that line out of my head. Carry on.
...here's the new floor. Scrubbed and sealed. It will never be this clean again, ha ha.
Here's the custom Blythe. The colors are pretty subtle, as I used pastels. The look I really want is only obtainable by airbrush, and I fear I don't have the talent to wield such an awesome instrument. So this will have to do.
It's been a busy, but lonely weekend. Hopefully things will improve soon, one way or another.
Meanwhile, Jade disdains my puny human feelings, as well as having her picture taken.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Jesus god it's kickass outside today, so here I am, home from work early and sitting on the deck. If I were still on the sauce I would have just cracked my first Red Hook ESB. I would probably drink about fourteen of them and get fucking trashed and end up decorating my apartment on Second Life until dawn.
It's sunny and mild and overall completely beautiful outside today, and I wish I had a dog so I could take off of work early and take him/her down to the rail trail for a trot. Alas, my heart is filled to the brim with kitty love, and I just don't think I can handle having a dog right now. I mean, just look at these lovable felines, blocking up my heating vents as they will on every cool morning for the next few months:
I dressed up the not-to-be-customized Blythes yesterday and now they're sporting some new wigs. The white and yellow one on the right is particularly stunning; I wish I had one for myself. Maybe if my hair keeps falling out I'll have one made that looks just like that and start wearing it to work.
Several months ago I posted some pages from an altered book I was working on. I've since finished it, and I'm pretty happy. Aside from being pretty good eye candy, several of the pages were created when I was struggling in my life. So there are some memories there, memories that I can look at now with some relief that those times are for the most part behind me.
On a lighter note, I had some seriously crazy dreams last night. For example, I'm pretty sure I had a sex dream about Michael Scott from The Office. Not Steve Carell the actor, but Michael Scott, the character. You'll just have to take my word for it that it was good at the time.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Yesterday I was standing outside of work having a smoke, and overheard a young man shouting into his cell phone as he stalked across the street. And it just struck me that he was using the tone of voice that assholes reserve especially for mothers and girlfriends.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
These things have been entertaining me lately. First, the hair and eyechips I ordered for my Shadow Over Innsmouth Blythe customization project arrived yesterday (above). Aren't they pretty? Like candy!
Mom clued me in on a BIG SALE going on at Sears this week, and look at what I found- leg warmers! If I can't find knit tights (and I've been looking for years), I will wear leg warmers.
Yesterday I watched every episode of Metalocalpyse that I could find on the internets. And then I went back and watched the Finntroll episode again because that was my favorite. "I need one hundred beers. Exactly one hundred. Thanks." And then, I downloaded the Dethklok album because the tunes are surprisingly awesome. Thanks internets!