Thursday, April 10, 2008
Say Something Latinish
Okay. During the last couple of quizzie things, Rachael and I have gotten identical results; this time, however, things turned out a bit different. Hers was blue and said "Magister Mundi Sum". Mine.. well, see to the left. I looked up the translation online and it was something to do with not managing, and government not being poetic. But I will bow to Rachael's Latinish abilities, 'cause she's qualified and online translations aren't always known to hit the mark. I wonder what the swing question was? The one about vampires where the answers were 1. run, 2. stake them, 3. Are they hot? 4. become a vampire. Or could it have been the next question where said vampires try to foist off religious pamphlets--I knew there was something odd about those door-to-door people...--to which the answers are 1. run. 2. Stake them. I'm irritated now. 3. Accept pamphlets. 4. Give them pamphlets of your own.
I was particularly amused by the answers to those two questions and had to read them to mom while I was taking the quiz because they made me laugh so hard.
Tuesday was knit-night at Pocket Meadow and I took pictures this time! Yay! Pictures of people, pictures of cheesecake, but no pictures of cats because they inevitably hide when a camera comes out (at least in my experience, they do... or they strike pornographic poses that show their least picturesque parts precisely because they know no one wants to photograph such things). I'll post the pictures as soon as I get them cropped and resized.
In the meantime, I've decided (and Kim from the knitting group agreed with me) that my Evil Ambition sweater will be a one-sleeve affair as an avant garde fashion statement. I'm not sure what the statement is, really, but I always feel this way when I get to the sleeves on a sweater: they never seem to end. Alternatively, I could do what Ellen suggested and just make them 3/4 length and just wear something with long sleeves under it.
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3 comments:
Yes, it says, "I don't care. If it doesn't have metre, it's not a poem." I find that very amusing...
I can't wait to see the pictures...
That sounds like Emma Goldman's "If I can't dance I don't want to be part of your revolution." I'm probably misquoting her... I think I'll make that my new voicemail message.. :D
LOL! Yes!
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