All Hallow's Eve...Eve

I am back to (hopefully) give you a decent post that you will enjoy reading.

If you don't, well, I don't honestly mind, just as long as you don't lower my self-esteem by telling me so.

I have many things slotted for today- my opinions of stuff, mostly. Fan fictions, certain (cough cough) Disney celebrities I HATE, the fact that Halloween is just one day away and I am almost jumping from excitement. Hooray!

Then there is the stupid, idiotic stupidity of a dance. A dance has to ruin my day.

I've said before that I hate school dances. Proms, homecoming, socials, anything. I do, I REALLY do. They're pointless and superficial. So I refuse to go to any.

I have nothing against people who enjoy dances (what difference would it make whether I did or not, really?). No, I have things against the times when people look at me as though I'm a few marbles short when I tell them so.

Friend: Are you going to the dance today?

Me: (VERY matter-of factly) No, I hate dances. Why would I go?

Everyone in that section of the room drops their stuff and looks- stares, actually- at me.

Egads.

This stretches farther than a dance. People are all different. Everyone likes different things, and I don't think that you should have an exaggerated reaction to my opinion just because I'm not going to do something that many other people are.

I'm overreacting, I know. But this has bugged me for years.

Moving on.

Tomorrow is Halloween. The one day where Stranger Danger doesn't apply- you can take candy from strangers.

That is, of course, with proper supervision. And cool costumes.

• To the stray high schooler: PLEASE be more creative with your costumes! Wearing a mask or devil horns or anything that did not take considerable effort and planning SHALL NOT be condoned! If you don't wear a costume, you are cruel. You are stealing candy from the people who deserve it. Like me.
• There is always at least ONE house with the jumbo-sized chocolate bars. Find it.
• To candy-givers: Don't open the door to any people without costumes. Or, if you have to, give them the linty ones from behind the sofa cushions.
• Never accept linty candy. Throw it back in their faces. Then run.
• Stay safe!
• And be smart, of course. I don't need to tell you that...you're reading my blog, aren't you?

Quote for Friday, October 3o, 2009:

Come not between the dragon and his wrath.

-Lear, Scene I

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/King_Lear)

Muses for Today:

Sigmund Freud, Freudian slips, Podcast Friday, and Halloween.

Hooray, believeinthegods!

This- this just made my day.

http://believeinthegods.blogspot.com/2008/09/jonas-brothers-are-worst-evil.html

My cousin introduced me to this blog, and it is about many of my favorite topics- Britishness, Harry Potter and Percy Jackson...

Actually, this is showing me that Harry Potter fans aren't the only crazy ones! I had no idea that there was a 'Percabeth' and 'Prachel' like there are H/Hr and R/H shippers.

(If you didn't understand that last sentence I suggest you: a) do some research b) leave me your question as a comment c) ask me or d) ignore this and skip happily on your way.)

George

George was a good fish. He deserves a post.

George has died. He is gone forever, and I feel really bad. I didn't take care of him properly. I forgot to feed him, I forgot to plug the oxygen filter back in, I felt lazy and forgot about him. And still resilient little George swam on.

K is crying. He feels worse than I do. I remember when Blues, my cousins' fish that I took care of, died. I felt the same way.

Death is weird. It's hard to comprehend. It's odd to think that someone was there yesterday and be gone the next.

Fred, my dear, other little fish, K's fish, actually, will probably die too. He is not used to being alone.

He is little too.

Then the fish tank will be put away, something else will take its place, the singing of the filter will stop, and those two, orange little fish will be memories.

Where the Wild Things Are

I've cannot count how many times I've seen blog posts titled this.

Where the Wild Things Are can refer to one of two things, sometimes both. One is the picture book written by Maurice Sendak in 1963 that many schoolchildren have read, at least in my experience. The other is the recent movie that was directed by Spike Jonze (sounds like a biker. It's a cool name). Wait. There was another movie made in 1973, but I'll stop trying to be professional and not beat around the bush. I am talking about the book and the recent movie.

I've heard a lot about the movie. It is confuzzling me. I recently re-re-re-re-reread the book and there is not much content you can use to create a movie. I heard they put in a reason for Max being a bad kid (Max is the main character, a badly behaved boy), like his parents were getting a divorce or something. When I read the book for the first time, I didn't think much of it. I was about five to seven years old, so I thought very simply. Max=boy. Boy=bad behavior. But I also heard the movie was geared more towards adults 'looking for deeper meaning in a favorite childhood book.'

Hmmm.

I shall postpone further criticism until I actually see the movie.

Have you realized how much the movie industry is running out of ideas? They're all based on books. Harry Potter. Twilight. Coraline. Fantastic Mr. Fox. Confessions of a Shopaholic. Angels and Demons. The daVinci Code. I Love You, Beth Cooper. Inkheart. Sherlock Holmes. The Time Traveler's Wife. A Christmas Carol. Slumdog Millionaire. Alice in Wonderland. Marley and Me. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. Ballet Shoes.

Just off the top of the top of my head.

Quote of the Day:

People would cry for the death of a bird, but never for the blood of a fish. Blessed are those who have a voice.

-Ghost in the Shell

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Fish)

Muse for Today:

George, my fish. Rest in peace, little fishy.

I'm Baaaaack! *cricket chirp*

Hello, readers! (If I have any left, that is.) I've decided to do an actual post, not the EPIC FAIL of yesterday.
I am casting around for inspiration, and I see a cookbook. It's lying open, to the Breads section, and some of these breads sound yuck, some sound delish. (Delish is one step up from delicious.)
Farmhouse White Bread doesn't look very interesting. It looks like a normal round of bread! The comfort is I bet it tastes like normal bread too. Who doesn't like normal bread?
It's not like the kind from a store, either. It looks very tasty, with flour sprinkled over the top.
Olive-Rosemary Bread Loaves? The description is very nice:
Kalamata olives- deep purple, brine-cured Greek olives- and woodsy fresh rosemary flavor these robust peasant loaves (Good Housekeeping: Great Baking, page 121).
But how would it really taste? What if you put, say, parsley in? Parsley is cool. Thyme is used more often, but why? I'd bet there's plenty of parsley available.
It's a pretty cool book, with all kind of recipes. Actually, I've got a lot of really cool cookbooks, mostly from Christmas- Indian ones, that are full to the brimming of recipes galore and a hot chocolate one (who knew- hot chocolate is like an art! It's really kind of amazing how underestimated hot chocolate is).
The recipes that are sent to me- like one B sent me for pancakes. (They were very good.) One for GINGERBREAD! In Honor Of Churchie! (That was the time I found out that I need to make friends with a family that has an abnormal love of gingerbread but has no idea how to make it, because K and my parents have no love for it.) (I thought it was brilliant.)
I think I've run out of topics on baking. Maybe I'll revisit it. Wrap-Up time.

Quote for Sunday, October 18, 2009:

If you haven't got anything nice to say about anybody, come sit next to me.

-Alice Roosevelt Longworth

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Alice_Roosevelt_Longworth)

Muse for Today:

Yes, I know Hestia isn't a Muse, she's an Olympian, but she's the Greek goddess for the hearth and home, which has a relation to cooking. Hestia (or Vesta, the Roman name) is today's Muse.

Wimpy!

I've heard that there have been some issue with getting to my blog. I hope it's okay now. I didn't change the blog address, though I'm considering it. If I do, I will give you notice, unlike a certain Questa that I know who changes her blog address without telling anyone until after they get to the changed address.

I haven't done any blogging lately, so I'm slightly out of practice.
I'm also out of practice with answering my e-mails.
This is a wimpy post.
Be back later.

Homework and Politeness

The names of my blog posts are so important. I called this 'Homework and Politeness' and so you will see it and what shall you think? "Oh, it's about homework and politeness, oh, how boring..."

Yeah, Sarcastic Susie? Is it? Is it really?

I. Think. NOT.

What I actually wanted to write about is...writing. I'm not a master author, I can name an extraordinary amount of people who are better writers than I, but there are my little pet projects, and they're all very particular. VAL, for instance. The 'inspirational soundtrack' for VAL is ABBA. Why? Well, I was listening to my iPod one day, and in the middle of Fernando, I think? Or Voulez-Vous, or something, I had this sudden image of Vinnialia, Aster, and Lindsay-Rhoslyn wearing stupid wigs and gigantic sunglasses and pretending to play instruments and mouthing the words to the song. Also, Aster had 'ASTER' on his collar. I was disgusted. Amused, but disgusted. I only write that in cursive-pencil, too.

Curtains is, of course, U2, and that is only blue pen. Why? Ask the Gods of Penliness.

Quote for Thursday, October 8, 2009:

Never fear, angel. I've got you now, and for always...angel?

Last Words of: Christopher Carrion

Source: Abarat: Days of Magic, Nights of War by Clive Barker

Notes: Spoken seconds before Boa, the character he was affectionately addressing as angel, deliberately broke a window, letting in the flood outside and killing him.

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Fictional_last_words_in_literature)

Muse for Today:

Sarcastic Susie.

jacksonpollock.org

Evidence that I have too much time on my hands.

Frank the Sheep

<---This is a nice icon. It makes me laugh. I like Frank. Dare to be different, Mr Sheep! Don't take the peer pressure from Bob and Franklin and Simon, with their pirate hatless ways!

I'm ornery today. Frankly (ha! No pun intended), that is a new word for me. I know the meaning, but I'm not sure if I am using it correctly.

Ornery ornery ornery.

[hums mindlessly]

Well...nothing to say...

FRAS

My nickname, comprised of my intials, is FRAS. It sounds cool to me, like a flower. Fras.

I did a search on my nickname (http://acronyms.thefreedictionary.com/FRAS), and look at this:

• Frame Relay Access Support (Cisco)
• Fellow of the Royal Astronomical Society
• Fellow of the Royal Asiatic Society
• Federal Reserve Automation Services
• Frame Relay Access Server
• Four Rivers Audubon Society
• Florida Resident Assistant Seminar
• Free-Rocket Antisubmarine
• Force Recording & Analysis System (chiropractic treatment)
• Florida Resident Assistant Symposium

What you never knew about Freedom R.A.S.:

She IS, yes indeed, a Fellow of the Royal Astronomical Society. (No, not really.) (I could be, but I'm not a fellow.)

This is Halloween!

...well, no it's not.

But 'tis October! And Halloween, one of my favorite holidays (alongside Christmas and any holiday that causes a day off from school), is in October!

Stop the music! I have a problem- I don't know what to be.

I do know that despite what various people (otherwise known as thickheads) would say about my age, I am going trick or treating this year. Maybe someday I'll go to a haunted house or stay at home to hand out candy to those who come, but for now I like the idea of the one day of the entire year when you can walk up to random strangers and demand candy.

And they give it to you.

(I am wondering what Ms. Pickle plans to do on Halloween. Many murders lined up? Not me?)

K doesn't know, either, but in his typical K fashion, he wants to be- wait for it- a whoopee cushion!

I was considering being a gypsy. Or a goth. Anything where I get to wear lots of eyeliner.

The problem is my glasses. Large sunglasses would help, maybe? No. Those would look stupid.

Then I considered maybe the hated MINERVA PARADIZO! *dies*

But that, my comrades, would be hypocritical.

And I, the great F.R.A.S., am not a hypocrite.

Only in special cases.

Well. What are you being for Halloween?

Muse for Today:

Melpomene.

Quote for Sunday, October 4, 2009:

Qui plume a, guerre a.

To hold a pen is to be at war.

-Voltaire

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Voltaire)

Nostalgia

If you type 'nostalgia' into Google (or Blackle or Givoogle or whatever it is you use) you get songs and definitions of nostalgias, but 'nostalgia' is really when people gaze off wistfully into the distance and remember the times passed.

A few days ago, my mother found her old school, and Facebook communities formed by people who'd graduated from there. It was a Kindergarten through Grade 12 school, so she knew it all her life. She said she feels so nostalgic right then.

This means something, I'm sure, but I'd like to consider nostalgia at some other time.

[K just got home from soccer. They lost again. Let's hope they weren't playing first graders. (We can only hope.)]

Mr Bean is a lovely TV series and I think group of movies too, but I wonder about him. He's funny and confused and nice and oblivious, but does he ever get lonely? In The Return of Mr Bean, he is forced to buy himself a birthday card and be surprised when he gives it to himself. I don't remember exactly, but I saw the episode Merry Christmas, Mr Bean, when his girlfriend broke up with him, and it was very sad.

Does he have any family? Is he ever scared?

I have to remind myself that Mr Bean is actually Rowan Atkinson who has two brothers and a mother and father and a wife and two children and does have a family, thankyouverymuch, but Mr Bean seems a person to me. Thinking of Mr Bean as a person and not a character is so sad.

I'm going to Gives Me Hope now.

Quotes for Saturday, October (yikes! October?) 3, 2009:

They're sharing a drink they call loneliness

But it's better than drinking alone.

-Billy Joel, "Piano Man"

All the lonely people, where do they all come from?

-The Beatles, "Eleanor Rigby"

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Loneliness)

Muse for Today:

Mr Bean.