what's up with her?
Mar. 8th, 2005 01:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944As if you all were just *itching* to know. :) Anyway, here's that long-promised update o' mine. Wee!
The three tournaments in three weekends that happened three of the weeks in February were about enough to make my head spin but, oh well, all's semi-fair in love and forensics. I swear I'll link a linky thingie to the team website someday... just not now.
On a related and yet totally random note, (and Alex if you ever read this you're totally to blame) I will never hear a countdown to lift-off on a shuttle launch the same way *ever* again. And for the sake of the continued sanity of a certain mother and daughter I know, may Sable never ask Sam what happened at that team social at Jessie's when she gets old enough to wonder. Uh-huh.
So the tournaments are over with, thank goodness for that much. My head can stop spinning.... yeah riiiiight. I wish. I spent the better part of this past weekend studying communication theory and 1950's social politics, and last night was the night I scrambled to write an essay that was a mandatory six pages at minimum. Mine came out seven, and hopefully Dr. Miller likes it. I might have gone a little too far into the explanation of reality as defined by culture, but... yeah. Had to fill space and heck, interesting is interesting.
So I'm still studying communication theory, and I'm stuck giving a presentation in class tomorrow night... bleh. After that it's the forensics showcase thingie, and then probably a round of midterms but at least the two big projects will be over. On to the next thing, I guess.
MUSHing wise, Lina's candidate coordinator along with the wonderful Tirya, and that's a blast, of course. Still haven't got much motivation to play Lor, but maybe this latest crop of 'lings will motivate me. They're great, it's my bluie who needs a clue.
and oh yeah, speaking of on to the next thing... something I found on fanfiction.net. Pin it on the brilliant fastwalker for finding/coming up with/posting it.
A Drazi noticed a particular Narn who had a taste for Earth women. In fact, it wasn't at all unusual for this Narn to be seen with an entourage of at least
five or six women hanging on him at any given time. Finally the Drazi got up enough guts to approach the Narn when he was alone and ask him how he did
it. However, the Drazi's English wasn't that great, and his Narn was even worse.
"Excuse please" said the Drazi. "I see you with much Earth women. What is your..." He seemed to be struggling with the right English word.
"My secret" asked the Narn.
"Yes" replied the Drazi, nodding and smiling dumbly.
"Ah, I'll tell you." The Narn looked around to make sure no one else was listening. Many people of different races passed by, but no one was really paying
attention. Lowering his voice so only the Drazi could hear, he said"Here's what you do. You get one of those Earth potatos, the bigger the better, and
you drop it down your shorts. I promise the Earth women will be all over you."
Grateful for the advice, the Drazi thanked the Narn and went on his way. Well, the Drazi obtained a potato from the hydroponic garden, and dropped it down
his shorts just like the Narn said. But lo and behold, wherever he went, people snickered and the Earth women, as well as the women of other species, even
the Pak Mura avoided him like the plague.
Pissed off and perplexed at the same time, the Drazi sought out the Narn who had given him the advice. When he found him, he said"I no understand. I drop
potato down shorts like you say, and women avoid me like plague! Where I go bad"
Straining to keep from laughing, the Narn replies"You're supposed to drop it down the front of your shorts, you idiot."
The three tournaments in three weekends that happened three of the weeks in February were about enough to make my head spin but, oh well, all's semi-fair in love and forensics. I swear I'll link a linky thingie to the team website someday... just not now.
On a related and yet totally random note, (and Alex if you ever read this you're totally to blame) I will never hear a countdown to lift-off on a shuttle launch the same way *ever* again. And for the sake of the continued sanity of a certain mother and daughter I know, may Sable never ask Sam what happened at that team social at Jessie's when she gets old enough to wonder. Uh-huh.
So the tournaments are over with, thank goodness for that much. My head can stop spinning.... yeah riiiiight. I wish. I spent the better part of this past weekend studying communication theory and 1950's social politics, and last night was the night I scrambled to write an essay that was a mandatory six pages at minimum. Mine came out seven, and hopefully Dr. Miller likes it. I might have gone a little too far into the explanation of reality as defined by culture, but... yeah. Had to fill space and heck, interesting is interesting.
So I'm still studying communication theory, and I'm stuck giving a presentation in class tomorrow night... bleh. After that it's the forensics showcase thingie, and then probably a round of midterms but at least the two big projects will be over. On to the next thing, I guess.
MUSHing wise, Lina's candidate coordinator along with the wonderful Tirya, and that's a blast, of course. Still haven't got much motivation to play Lor, but maybe this latest crop of 'lings will motivate me. They're great, it's my bluie who needs a clue.
and oh yeah, speaking of on to the next thing... something I found on fanfiction.net. Pin it on the brilliant fastwalker for finding/coming up with/posting it.
A Drazi noticed a particular Narn who had a taste for Earth women. In fact, it wasn't at all unusual for this Narn to be seen with an entourage of at least
five or six women hanging on him at any given time. Finally the Drazi got up enough guts to approach the Narn when he was alone and ask him how he did
it. However, the Drazi's English wasn't that great, and his Narn was even worse.
"Excuse please" said the Drazi. "I see you with much Earth women. What is your..." He seemed to be struggling with the right English word.
"My secret" asked the Narn.
"Yes" replied the Drazi, nodding and smiling dumbly.
"Ah, I'll tell you." The Narn looked around to make sure no one else was listening. Many people of different races passed by, but no one was really paying
attention. Lowering his voice so only the Drazi could hear, he said"Here's what you do. You get one of those Earth potatos, the bigger the better, and
you drop it down your shorts. I promise the Earth women will be all over you."
Grateful for the advice, the Drazi thanked the Narn and went on his way. Well, the Drazi obtained a potato from the hydroponic garden, and dropped it down
his shorts just like the Narn said. But lo and behold, wherever he went, people snickered and the Earth women, as well as the women of other species, even
the Pak Mura avoided him like the plague.
Pissed off and perplexed at the same time, the Drazi sought out the Narn who had given him the advice. When he found him, he said"I no understand. I drop
potato down shorts like you say, and women avoid me like plague! Where I go bad"
Straining to keep from laughing, the Narn replies"You're supposed to drop it down the front of your shorts, you idiot."
