WHEEEEEE!

September the 7th is going to be a great day. An awesome day. A day during which Marit will not be allowed to drive a motorized vehicle. Why?

Because we've already learned that Marit + Rodrigo y Gabriela = full-on PD attack. can't drive and drum at the same time.

And because the new Rodrigo y Gabriela album 11:11 is coming out that day.

So. Much. Awesome.

he's like a mr wizard for food, but extra cheesy.

A curious thing happens when you watch too many episodes of Good Eats. You start to crave everything you see, even things that don't really seem all that appetizing. (like homemade chicken fried steak...three different ways.) And you start to lust after every single gadget. (like cast iron broilers. and mini spatulae. and squeezy plunger beaker meauring cups. and beakers. and....um...small apartment, marit. small. apart. ment.) And then, you decide that the perfect food to make for dinner tonight is an english rib hungarian goulash...that takes at the minimum something like 10 hours to make...and it's already six o'clock. you briefly consider it anyway.

I call it Food Schizophrenia. I got it bad.

on the plus side, it's keeping me from marching down to my renter's office and demanding money for reparations for all the anguish I've endured dealing with ridiculously fucking shoddy 'renovations' done in my apartment. The painters were clearly trained apes (without the training): my closet doors weren't stripped before they repainted them white, and they didn't take them down when they repainted because there is a strip of old dingy cream hidden above the track, which is also covered in blobs of paint, and the hardware hanging the doors is completely covered with paint so a 2 minute rehanging job turned into 40 solid minutes of angry pounding and drilling...nor were the chipped edges of walls treated before they were repainted, so in places the metal framing edges are covered only by a coat of paint, they painted completely over the fuse box...and I'm pretty sure the walls are painted in primer.

dammit. now I need to go watch more Good Eats.

might?

marit freya's Dewey Decimal Section:

512 Algebra

marit freya's birthday: 5/29/1983 = 529+1983 = 2512


Class:
500 Science


Contains:
Math, astronomy, prehistoric life, plants and animals.



What it says about you:
You are fascinated by the world around you, and see it as a puzzle worth exploring. You try to understand how things work and how you can make them better. You might be a nerd.

Find your Dewey Decimal Section at Spacefem.com

...I just used a meme that told me what my dewey decimal would be. I think any question about my being a nerd is moot.

laughing so hard I'm crying.

seriously.

I love XKCD. LOVE. oh, Mr Munroe, you are a genius. Friday's was awesome:

but this one...might be the turning point behind me getting that Height poster I keep eyeing, or the Stand Back: I'm Going to Try Science! shirt, or the SCIENCE It works, bitches. shirt.

and there is a killer pillow on ravelry that I want, although I want it to be this panel instead, which is somewhat more complistercated.

Movies Part Deux.

Night at the Museum 2 is not nearly as entertaining as Night at the Museum. (Also, Amy Adams as Amelia Erhart is kinda creepy.) But sufficently entertaining enough that I didn't fall back on my usual reaction to Ben Stiller. (clawing off my face screaming incoherently Oh God The Pain...although if I'm screaming oh god the pain is it really incoherent? maybe for you. I know I'm showing my alien heritage in expressing that sentiment...but...really...Zoolander. need I say more?)

Star Trek is still pretty freakin' cool. Not as cool on non-Imax (even halfassed Imax), however, so if you can hit up the Imax, do so. you may be able to discern individual nosehairs, but the forebrain will be going "oo....shiny....." enough to make up for it.

Did I see any new previews? um...oh. yeeeees. Hollywood is so starved for ...I don't know what... that they're actually making another alvin and the chimpunks movie. I don't remember anything else, the alvin scared it away.

Movies...

Star Trek:
Awesome. Went to a matinee, but would have willingly paid a) actual movie prices b) actual imax prices and even c) actual imax prices at a real imax (not AMC's stupid I'm-an-imax-but-actually-not-really-teehee-suckers) in California. It reminded me of when I was younger and running around with Dithy and Teri debating whether Riker or Picard was better (as I recall Teri voted Riker and Dithy voted Picard) and adding to the Weirdo Chant and all manner of ridiculously awesome things. Am quite willing to see it again.

Terminator Salvation:
Terminatedest? oh wait, that's Die Hardester. Wrong franchise. Pretty good. Although at times I think Christian Bale forgot he wasn't being Batman and started to talk in the Batman voice. I can well understand why he could go into crazy flipout mode, especially during certain scenes. Watching the credits roll in the beginning was sort of entertaining, kind of like when the credits rolled at the end of Star Trek and everyone in the theatre said Winona Ryder?! WTF!? Also: I never ever ever ever want to see the governor of my state bare-ass naked on a giant fucking screen ever again. I don't care if he's digital. EW.

Angels and Demons:
Pretty good. I was very very disappointed when the credits in the beginning were rolling and then the title splash screen came on...and it wasn't the Angels and Demons ambigram. hello? whole damn book is based around ambigrams, and you give me a stupid boring text title? Also, totally gratuitous extended Tom Hanks-in-a-Speedo scene. Dudes. Ew.

In terms of previews:
Public Enemies looks good. (is Christian Bale in every movie?)
O You who are responsible for that heresy that is Sherlock Holmes? you're headed straight to the 9th circle of hell. seriously. Someone find a way to harness the energy caused by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle turning in his grave. Mr Downey Jr? Jeremy Brett is coming for you. he's coming back from the dead for you, and he's going to kick. your. ass. and I'm going to cheer him on. omgwtfbbq. There's not enough -OH groups in the world to make me go see that movie.
Julie and Julia could be entertaining.
The Sandra Bullock movie could also be entertaining. it's quite likely that all the funny bits are in the preview, but they're pretty funny bits.
Night at the Museum could be funny. The first one was surprisingly good, and I am usually heavily allergic to Ben Stiller.
Don't know about Up.
Land Of The Lost: ....Will Farrell...please...go...away...please...
Taking of Pelham 123: ...John Travolta is creeeeeepy.
Year One is another one of those weeeeelll...maybe....could be good, could be Zoolander.

I can't remember any others.

Oh but the nurse on the new showtime tv series? her twin works at one of my hospitals. (yes, *my* hospitals.)

Spiders.

There are no brown recluses in California. I've lived in the heart of recluse-dom and never encountered one. Black widows we got, though, in spades, though I haven't seen one here yet.

There are, however, GIANT FREAKING SPIDERS IN MY HOUSE.

So I'm checking my email and the cat bowl starts whining that it's out of water and the pump's running dry. I unplug the fountain-the italics will make sense here in a second-and go fill it. I return, fiddle with the dome until it sits right, then go to plug in the fountain. Huh, there's a dark blob on the bottom edge of the outlet plate. cat poo? no. dust bunny? no. what is- HOLY SHIT HUGE SPIDER. I call The Boy, who comes grudgingly* in.
The Boy: WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?! is that a black widow?
Me: uh...no.
The Boy: are you sure?
Me: uh...yeah. pretty damn hard to confuse a spindly shiny black little-head-giant-teardrop-abdomen with THE SPIDER OF FUCKING DEATH. (I am dramatically re-enacting this part. I just said yes.)
The Boy: holy shit that's big.
Me: Yeah. don't kill it yet I want to get a picture.

...so the cats seem to have kidnapped my little card reader thing (it is moments like this when I wish The Beast were still alive.) so I can't post the picture I took, which is probably OK because it wasn't the greatest of photos. Anyway. IT. WAS. BIG.

and now, I have to try to sleep...with two thoughts in my head.
1) how the hell did Monster Spider get in my house?
2) where the hell are his buddies?

*I am a cool cucumber when it comes to spiders outside my house. in the great outdoors, I am even fine as long as said spider stays off my person. (....and as long as I don't walk face first into a freakin' three-foot-wide garden spider web.) In my house, however, I am your stereotypical squeaky shivery omggetitoffgetitoffkillitkillitkillitkillitkillit girl climbing on chairs. Thus it is usual for The Boy to just say "so kill it," before eventually relenting and saving me from the horrible beast. I'm sure he's confused as to how exactly I made it through Entomology. (simple. Entomology =/= Arachnology.)