When one fails to post on a modest little blog like mine, the need to make the next post that one would post be a uber-fantastical post blossoms and grows and consumes until it is nigh impossible to post any post at all. After considering for weeks now what knowledge I could possibly share that would be of interest to anyone other than myself (and perhaps my grandmother who would celebrate any small accomplishment of mine, but hates pretty much every topic in which I am personally interested), I have decided to disappoint anyone who comes here to read this at this moment rather than allowing my own (or any one else’s) expectations to unnaturally balloon any further. I turn 27 next week, and I haven’t the energy to think that I might have something amazing to say that no one else has said on the internet ever before any more. Perhaps, in my soon-to-be advanced age, I will have the proper life experience to know that if one fails to write on a blog for such an infernally long time, the necessity to do so transforms into a giant, yellow-eyed, furry, 14-headed manticore of suckage. So let me delay no further with my pitiful effort,
List of things to which I am currently looking forward:
- Dr. Who
- The World Cup
- iPhone 4
- My Future Artificially Intelligent Butler/Familiar/Companion
- Maturation of Climate Modification Science
- Communing with Veggies
- Mamaw’s Chocolate Cake
I look forward to this every week now. Before the current series (11th Doctor), I had never seen more than a partial episode, and John had not watched the show since he was a kid. We decided that a new Doctor was a perfect time to hop in guilt-free without having to do the life-consuming Netflix catch-up. Of course we fell in love with the Doctor and Amelia, so now we are watching all of the series prior to this one since the show returned in a slightly-less-than-life-consuming Netflix catch up. So far, we have been sampling the series in a rather Time Lordly manner, watching the current episodes as they air, watching recommended episodes from earlier seasons, watching episodes with awesome sounding premises (Victoria and werewolves, etc.), finally settling into a semi-chronological manner. We just lost Rose. *sniffs*
Nothing makes me feel more like a citizen of the world than getting excited about the World Cup. Now I just have to decide which team to cheer for when we fall out.
I have been so restrained. A whole year with a new iPhone out, and I haven’t budged. I’ve waited, and Steve has rewarded me. I can’t wait for this beauty. If I weren’t a woman of science, I would be sure that the fact that pre-orders start on my birthday was preordained. (I don’t want to hear about how awesome Android is, btw. As a librarian and a geek, I have a lot of closed-network guilt about my iPhone lust, but I’ve used Androids and the experience is not even close.)
I’m one step closer to my synthetically sentient straight-man since scientists have devised an algorithm to detect sarcasm.
Have you visited Alabama lately? It’s freakin hot.
I have a plot in our community garden and some container pots on the back porch. Some of them have made delicious food for me. Some have thrown themselves onto their own swords rather than suffer my poor gardening skills. I’m hoping the new iPhone will allow me to commune with my plants Pandora-style.
Have I mentioned it’s my birthday next week?