soulknight

Oh! Does this mean I can bring up the topic of eigenfaces? Math was never my strength. Very funny link! *oh, by the way....* if you have read the Kushiel's Dart trilogy, then we do need to talk!

*Edited due to being technologically impaired* HTML is fun stuff.



[Edited on Nov 14, 2005 4:53AM]

I imagine this was dreamed up in a back-room conference somewhere in Washington, where a bunch of spin doctors in suits sat around going "we need a new issue. We need a new issue! C'mon, what's a good wedge issue?! Wait, wait, it's coming... Let's hit affirmative action! Minorities already hate us after Katrina! We don't have ANY votes left to lose there! It's brilliant!"

Re: the racist joke thing -- what happens to me a lot is that I'll be the only minority in a small group of people, and somebody will start non-ironically cracking racist jokes, and eventually they'll get to Asian or Latino or Native American jokes, and then a light bulb goes off somewhere in the collective brain and people start stealing sidelong glances at me to see if I'm offended. It's hilarious. Because I can totally see that they're not sure whether I'm in one of those groups or not, and it would be too awkward for them to ask, so they just kind of sit there and squirm while I pretend not to notice.

It hasn't happened recently (not since I was working in Alabama, in fact...) but I was reminded of this when I watched the trailer to the new Sarah Silverman movie.

Nope. I suck at life.

It'll come back to me sooner or later, I'm sure, but I spent most of today spazzing that not all my review books had arrived on time, so there's not room for much else to get into my head right now.

Communist video game = the awesome. Forget the Soviet Union's surplus-shortage factories. From now on, I've got a new Best Example for state industry being out-of-touch with market demand!

Dude what are you doing in the Weight Loss group?

Anyway (and I guess I'll have to post this again on the thread since you're not the only one who asked), yeah, douching with Coke is one of those idiotic myths that you probably never heard about because you were never a middle- or high-school girl.

The idea is that you can't get pregnant if you douche with Coke right after sex because Coke kills the sperm. This is actually true if you do it in a test tube (no shit, Coke'll kill anything), but it does not work if attempted on actual people. And there are actual high-school girls who get pregnant because they are apparently too fucking stupid to figure this out, much to the chagrin and frustration of people who work with them. This myth has been around since at least the '70s. Somehow, people still believe it today.

I use the Coke-douche comparison for all incredibly moronic things that people believe because other people tell it to them, but I don't know that it's ever been spread on the Internet. A better comparison would probably be all those bogus penis-enlargement devices, but for obvious reasons I don't know too much about those.

Four cups of coffee would certainly explain the delirium, yes...

I had something else I was going to say but the Headache Monster just ate it. Meh. Well, you'll get more journal spam as soon as I can remember what the hell it was.

Ehehehe... we'll see. I have no idea right now what my schedule is going to look like for next semester, but it's doubtful I'm going to have much time to get up there. Doing another externship (wee!), so that'll cut into my free time considerably.

But you should definitely make an effort to go with Tigerwong and Cairo, at least once, just so you can say you've been and we can compare war stories. And I'll be dying to know if the lion-mouse guy is still around several months from now.

The lion-mouse guy was this skinny, kinda nerdy-looking guy in glasses with a little bit of a paunch. His thing was that he had to dress up in what looked like a cross between an animal costume and an adult baby getup -- felt "underwear" with a floppy tail hanging off the back, paw-shaped mittens, a bonnet with floppy ears and a ruff of choppy felt, and maybe whiskers drawn on with eyeliner (the club lighting was spotty so I wasn't sure about that part). The costume was sort of like a lion (tail, mane) and sort of like a mouse (ears, paws). Then he had to dance around the club dressed like that.

The disturbing part -- well, I mean besides the rest, so the other disturbing part -- was how clearly, uh, excited he was to be doing that. To me, at least, that was what made it cross the line from comical to kinda creepy.

You, buddy, are a bonafide Crazy Person.

I am also assuming that you will not in fact be around in DC, for which I say: fie! Fie unto thee! and will try to get pictures so that I can mock you with what all you missed.

But my camera sucks so I don't know if that'll happen. Hopefully someone else will have a better one.

I... can't think of anything right now, possibly because I've just started my first cup of coffee and ye olde brainy bits are not yet in gear.

Also, I wasn't going to do this, but then I realized your answers would be too hilarious to pass up. So you have been tagged for the twenty-facts game, and will get to write that up, uh, whenever you do your next update.