tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62615852011-04-25T15:23:24.893-05:00Funny ol' world, innit?Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.comBlogger1001100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-70187534727586649212008-03-04T11:37:00.002-06:002008-03-04T11:54:38.383-06:00

I was working online, and found this blog too cute not to share--We are still BFF, which contains words of wisdom on Sharpie graveyards. Have a look. :)Found via another blog definitely worth looking into, Gloria in Africa.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-52284240613304325202007-10-27T15:44:00.000-05:002007-10-27T15:53:18.014-05:00

"And the sun will set for you,Sometimes goodbye is the only wayThe sun will set for you.And the shadow of the day,Will embrace the world in grey,And the sun will set for you.And the sun will set for you."Sitting in the evening gray last night, I listened to this song. It's a new one for me, by Linkin Park; really beautiful. It seems like it's been a while since I've heard new music to fall in

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-73100014279155604232007-10-27T15:32:00.001-05:002007-10-27T15:32:57.163-05:00

The day has a bright, washed-clean feeling. Cool air, bright sunshine off fuzzy-edged trees. The bright, high green of pine. Shadows and sunshine running side-by-side in crazy up-along-and-down-again designs, like sherbert in ice cream.I love this weather.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-91362520707080867932007-10-27T15:26:00.000-05:002007-10-27T16:01:19.634-05:00

I was very glad to see this new feature when I logged into Blogger today. I have been wanting a way to keep up with comment conversations for a while and this saves me trying to figure out some alternative to paste into my template, as I had toyed with doing, but would have to have more time to find. Yay for technology. :)

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-83060201562926178522007-10-08T16:03:00.000-05:002007-10-08T16:19:44.137-05:00

I have been toying with the idea of setting up a post for a game with word verifications, so I'll leave a link to this post in the sidebar and see if either two of you are entertained by it as much as I am.Basically, when you go to post a comment, put whatever word mumbo jumbo comes up in your post and make up a definition for it. Full points for not having to change the spelling of the word to

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-63561104854861095502007-09-27T20:44:00.000-05:002007-09-27T20:48:21.827-05:00

I talk to myself out loud. In Spanish. 'Cos these walls have ears, but they don't speak Spanish.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-22415645538593241032007-09-15T14:45:00.000-05:002007-09-15T17:52:33.349-05:00

Sometimes you think a particular battle or struggle will never end. This is no transitional period, you're here for the rest of your life, time to get over it. When you've been in that mode for a long time, it can be hard to look around enough to see it doesn't have to be that way.All of my adolescence and young-adulthood I have wanted very bad to grow up, to take responsibility for my life, to

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-2357939935349260532007-05-29T11:06:00.000-05:002007-05-29T11:23:31.859-05:00

You know, I've got to say, I think this trumps us.Via Possumblog, who has a brilliant solution to the problem.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-20152725720223860852007-05-28T17:51:00.000-05:002007-05-28T18:45:52.383-05:00

I am working on moving an old project to a new medium in my spare time.About the time I got out of high school and we all started seeing a lot less of each other, my sisters and I (with the judicious, or judicial, help of our brother) started The Chain Story, a ridiculous-or-deep and profoundly wacky tale we've spun from our own inspirations and the relentless urge to parody or allude to

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-36215002352554540322007-05-10T16:44:00.000-05:002007-05-10T17:07:04.279-05:00

It's the last week of school, I just had my final final today, and I am increasingly experiencing the pleasant sensation of not having anything pressing to do at the moment. I still have stuff to do (the biggest fish on my list is a summer job), but gradually the spaces between "must-do-this-right-now!" things are widening. It's really nice.Plus, my parents are coming in tonight around midnight

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-6012309736193722372007-04-26T22:48:00.000-05:002007-04-30T11:35:57.460-05:00

I heard two art jokes last night and I wanted to share. If you don't get them, just look really thoughtful and distant for a long time and then smile knowingly.How many Dadaists does it take to change a lightbulb?fishNow the other is even more fun (to me), so you have to guess.How many Surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb?[edit:]The answer - Three. Two to screw in the lightbulb and

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-21162651713549177052007-04-26T18:52:00.000-05:002007-04-26T19:15:05.192-05:00

"We learn that, on the one hand, we cannot trust ourselves even in our best moments, and, on the other hand, that we need not despair even in our worst, for our failures are forgiven." ~ C. S. LewisFound this through Sarah, down in the comments section of this post. You know, there was a while there when I got the silly notion that when you grow up, you've "arrived" and now are Competent and Know

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-21072257613822767052007-04-16T23:23:00.000-05:002007-04-16T23:30:38.644-05:00

about the shooting today in Virginia, I wanted to let you know. I only found out through my housemates.I've heard these aren't actually as common as they might seem. All the same, these people need prayers. Hopefully we can come up with some ideas on how to help.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-90399566770358457102007-04-11T11:44:00.000-05:002007-04-11T12:03:56.399-05:00

I originally started blogging as a sort of anonymous experiment, some place I could vent where my name and face weren't known. Since then, though, my ideas have changed--and lately, I keep running into the blogs of old friends and it's just weird for them to all use their real names and me to use an alias. So, to make this as cornily dramatic as possible, the mask is off! No, this blog has not

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-77323512117403705842007-04-10T17:31:00.000-05:002007-04-10T18:12:14.367-05:00

My cousin pointed me to this link the other day. Don't know anything else about the site, but I thought this was funny.Incidentally (this won't make sense if you haven't read it yet), I think the T Rex is right--being human is all about not being perfect; making our own approximations. We're not meant to be transcendental. That's God's place. Only, while failure may be success rounded down, I

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1148096894274560792007-03-23T13:04:00.000-05:002007-03-23T13:05:36.347-05:00

The way me and my sis have it figured is this: in the first movie, Luke's whiny; in the second, he's just about right; in the third, he's stuffy. Kinda like the three bears. Huh.But Han's just "eh" in the first movie and in the second, downright--well, basically, if I were Leia I'd take a blaster to him. And then in the third--well, the end of the second and on--he gets some sense and is even

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-81224559587090602062007-03-21T17:09:00.000-05:002007-03-21T17:19:24.417-05:00

Would you believe me if I told you it snowed today? It did, though. All the trees have been in bloom since Spring Break. Today I walked out to the parking lot behind one of our buildings and all around me tiny white petals were drifting to the ground. The trees were just showering them along the sidewalk and the pavement, like snow. It was amazing.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-7607708114549273912007-03-12T21:30:00.000-05:002007-03-12T23:26:57.303-05:00

Late Friday night (about 2 am) we pulled into the driveway after a long day on the road. It feels lovely to be on Spring Break, and home. It especially feels lovely to have this warm, humid weather and hear the frogs and the bugs and just the smells and sounds and feel of this place. I've been noticing recently how much smell is a part of my sense of a place--I can't name and can barely

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-41014075932537550142007-03-03T16:02:00.001-06:002007-03-03T16:51:27.513-06:00

It's been on my mind to update for a while, so I thought I finally would. I've been doing a lot more thinking and a lot less talking than usual (well...a lot less talking) and it's really not a good combination. I read on someone's profile somewhere online that he spent a lot of time thinking when he was a kid and that consequently he was a disturbed child.Well, I can agree and relate. There

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-27925842467845187702007-02-28T15:36:00.001-06:002007-02-28T16:02:40.121-06:00

Hey, guess what?If they say it's not microwaveable,...turns out, they mean it. This bowl was round.This has been a public service announcement by the Explosives-and-Microwaves Committee.It won't blow up your microwave.But it will turn a round bowl triangular and smash it up against the plastic cover you placed over it in a kind of melted-plastic kiss of death.If only I'd gotten a picture of

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Tonight I'm going to go sit outside in what will probably be 20 degree weather (if not colder) and sing under bright cold stars and be cold and talk about things that encourage and inspire me with people who do the same.But we'll sleep indoors. Which will be good.

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I have been ordered to post and, even though I'm a hyprocrite, I am nothing if not obedient. *looks around warily*I have been missing the blog, anyway, and decided it was time to come back. And some things are too long for comments and inspire post ideas themselves and I talk too much as it is, so it's all inevitable, you see. Like Fate.*ahem*So...summer's over and the stores are full of

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1153437202418257462006-07-20T18:07:00.000-05:002006-07-20T18:13:22.420-05:00

I have been thinking about what I want to do with this blog--or that I want to sit down and figure out what I want to do with this blog. And, in the meantime, the summer's moving on.I will at least go ahead and admit defeat and the obvious: no more blogging this summer. I will try to make up my mind what I'm doing come fall. In the meantime, happy summer.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1148430219679182792006-05-23T18:42:00.000-05:002006-05-23T19:23:39.696-05:00

I ran over a squirrel on my bike yesterday. It was funny and horrible all at once. ...Mostly funny. Horribly funny, maybe. I suppose the most accurate explanation would be it was hilarious to me (he was okay), but there was a pedestrian near-by (one I had been trying to avoid hitting; thereby precipitating the hitting of the squirrel) and I thought maybe I should pause and show some concern

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1148005217585916672006-05-18T20:55:00.000-05:002006-05-18T21:20:17.600-05:00

Writing all that down (last post) made me feel better. So I thought I'd also write that in the last few days I have been reminded what a wonderful sister I have. She is beautiful. (I meant inside, although also on the outside, but she's also taken, so...Sorry. Actually, they both are, but I was thinking of my older sister.)Ahem. She called me two days ago and left a voicemail asking about a

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1148002460397473952006-05-18T19:33:00.000-05:002006-07-20T18:06:49.820-05:00

[withdrawn while i think about how much of this is whining or just not particularly well thought-out, therefore, accurate. :) my apologies.]

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1147744822019122482006-05-15T20:52:00.000-05:002006-05-15T21:00:22.030-05:00

I really do have like five posts sitting on this thing in draft form (no joke) and I keep trying to post them but I keep changing my mind because I'm not satisfied with them. And, plus, I have this searing headache that won't go away. Feel my pain and shut up. Or...just feel it. So I don't have to. Durn headache.(I'm really not in a bad mood; I just wanted to post and since those other five

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1145744548231497852006-04-22T17:06:00.000-05:002006-04-22T17:26:40.016-05:00

Some people, they get engaged, they think they don't have to blog anymore. I mean, like it's a choice!? She says this is not one of her longer pauses and that I should read up on history, but it's history I'm looking at! We all know What Happened to Deva. (She got married.)And, honestly, what's this crap about reading your blog's history? You think I get on here to read or something? I mean

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1145478146589023892006-04-19T15:08:00.000-05:002006-04-19T15:23:11.786-05:00

There is nothing quite like the sound of the computer art lab (or, for that matter, some of my livelier classes): happy, noisy, goofy. I love it. After a couple of frustrating semesters batting around here, it's been an unexpected surprise to have it suddenly feel like home this year.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1144435760719966032006-04-07T13:44:00.000-05:002006-04-07T21:07:32.653-05:00

There have been so many things happening the last few weeks; some of it's been hard, yes, but the last few days especially just a lotta good, good things starting to 'become seen' to me--in me, in others--in 'real life', I guess. All the things I ever heard or thought about (over and over, I'd warrant, for most of it) but I guess never got to see in real life; or didn't understand it when I did

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1143516789426568992006-03-27T21:31:00.000-06:002006-03-27T21:40:41.426-06:00

"Anyone can see my every flawIt isn't hard.Anyone can say they're above this all.but it takes my pain away."Yup. But it isn't as bad as I thought.I think I'm glad I don't have to watch my own back all the time, after all. It's kind of hard. It's kind of impossible."I don't feel the way I've ever felt.I know.I'm gonna smile and not get worried.I try but it shows."God's pretty amazing. That's

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1143493575112618702006-03-27T15:03:00.000-06:002006-03-27T15:07:56.810-06:00

"but maybe you have more grace in you than I gave you credit for." Yup. I'm glad.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1143344234197840522006-03-25T21:14:00.000-06:002006-03-25T21:40:33.896-06:00

I don't know if this is original to my family or not, but my dad has a unique expression for the squinty-eyed glare people get sometimes when they're angry or suspicious. You know, the "you're going to pay for that" look. Kinda like what Clint Eastwood does sometimes in his movies, though maybe that was just all that dust in his eyes.Yeah, my dad calls that the hairy eyeball. (You know--'cos

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1142581050692604802006-03-17T00:21:00.000-06:002006-03-17T01:48:15.226-06:00

The inside of my head--in all its 'right and wrong -hood glory'--is as valuable as all the outside I've been ignoring or misunderstanding all these years. (As if I've got it all straight now.) I don't mean that it is true because I believed it; that 'my' truth is not 'your' truth, though maybe not everyone has meant what I thought they meant by that phrase. I mean it was truly a part of my

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1142540607980751312006-03-16T14:04:00.000-06:002006-03-16T14:23:28.010-06:00

There is a wasteland of difference between where I am now and where I was back then. Even if I see now that things really are the same, that I am still who I always was and so is everybody else--that we really are all still people and this really is all still the real world-- even if all this is so, I can't deny the difference. I can't deny the wasteland.And why have to? Why pretend none of

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1142272462018043482006-03-13T11:44:00.000-06:002006-03-13T11:54:22.030-06:00

The needle hurts, but it drains the pus and the swelling will go down in a few days. Good thing I'm not a balloon!

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1141926170410901522006-03-09T11:40:00.000-06:002006-03-09T11:53:37.213-06:00

I just had a brilliant thought. I am okay.That "am" needs little stars, but on the other hand it would look stupid. Oh well.I *am*...!Wow...

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1141925574438864852006-03-09T11:27:00.000-06:002006-03-09T11:32:54.450-06:00

Thank God for people in the world who think like me. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I mean, I am just glad to know there are some.:)

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1141842030108053562006-03-08T12:18:00.000-06:002006-03-08T12:20:30.120-06:00

My head hurts. Urg.I've got homework to do, but I also ought to go eat something; now, before class.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1141783210711130032006-03-07T19:45:00.000-06:002006-03-07T20:19:48.016-06:00

[look at the post below this one if you are confused]Although, now that I think about it, I think a lot of those different "sometime" views of the universe (me, the world, etc) are actually true; I'm just not seeing the whole of any of them and most I see more like quick, dramatic sketches which really means exaggerated; caricatures. Which means they sometimes seem to contradict each other, even

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1141779813449058102006-03-07T18:52:00.000-06:002006-03-07T19:05:34.283-06:00

Sometimes when I write, and sometimes when I talk, and sometimes when I think, and sometimes, a little bit, when I listen (I don't do that one much)--and sometimes, when I sit outside in the evening air and rising dark, my life seems to make sense, or almost does. Most of the rest of the time it tends to be muddled--or get that way really fast. Yeah, I feel like I've got mud on the inside of my

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1141271862300351732006-03-01T21:34:00.000-06:002006-03-02T13:32:07.873-06:00

I started this yesterday. That's why it says "today" when it really means yesterday. [edit: Well, okay, Blogger insists today really is yesterday (aka I'm posting this on Thursday but it says Wednesday). Confusing... Shut up.]Today was a big day for me. There are things in me I haven't dealt with--really "handled" in a long time. Well, maybe--ever. Not with any authenticity--the tough "

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1139946911999182332006-02-14T13:03:00.000-06:002006-02-14T13:55:12.076-06:00

DC and I both actually wore pink today, so you can all officially have heart attacks. :)Actually, it's funny 'cos she wears pink once a week (?) or something for her club and I own two articles of pink clothing (and don't wear either), but it seemed like a bigger deal for her to wear it than it for me. Guess 'cos I have been changing my opinions of that whole range of colors over the past few

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1139086403966375312006-02-04T14:43:00.000-06:002006-02-04T14:56:25.883-06:00

It occured to me today: I am not always in a rapturous high. I am not always deeply solemn, or even achingly real, or 'true.'I am not even always 'lyrical' or whimsical, or even funny.Most of me lies somewhere in the ordinary.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1138658423705257992006-01-30T16:01:00.000-06:002006-01-30T16:00:23.716-06:00

I'm like a mac computer; I don't get sick often, but for the sake of the people around me, maybe I should try not to carry around so many germs.Wahah. Now you can all construct hideous stereotypes about me, just from that one statement.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1138569434264722332006-01-29T15:15:00.000-06:002006-01-29T15:17:14.280-06:00

What does hunky dorie even mean?

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1138293028222383742006-01-26T10:28:00.000-06:002006-01-26T10:33:43.926-06:00

That was just awesome.Even if the rest of it was slightly painful.(If it won't let you get back to the original post, it's "Of Cows and Men".)

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In the end successful lives will not belong to the people who lived well, made the right choices, the first time every time around and never messed up, got tired, or took their hearts back from God in selfishness. There are none. It will belong to those who kept getting back up, giving it one more shot at a whole-hearted living.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1137272891682744762006-01-14T15:04:00.000-06:002006-01-16T16:19:09.486-06:00

Justice smited theeJustice has smote theeJustice is smitten of thee?Justice is smoking something...?momentous upadate: Ah HA!--Justice is smitten BY thee! Better pun. These things are important.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1137094475067736132006-01-12T13:20:00.000-06:002006-01-12T14:22:38.210-06:00

I've been back almost a week now; or really more like half a week, but the point being we're nearing the first weekend, and boy what a "half a week" it's been. I mean yesterday, mostly. The days around it were fun, but yesterday--first day of class and...Sheesh. I'm just... Yeah, pretty blown away. (Yes, "whoa"; very Keanu Reeves.) The bulk of my classes are Mon/Wed, so all of them met; or "

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1136501471843384482006-01-05T16:48:00.000-06:002006-01-05T16:51:11.853-06:00

In a few short days I go back to school again. I have loved being home, but there are a few things, small or big, that I am looking forward to about going back. That is something of a new feeling for me, and I enjoy it.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1135976681634545002005-12-30T14:51:00.000-06:002005-12-30T15:04:41.643-06:00

I was going to write Tuesday that I was sick and glad of it. And I am, though it seems ironic after the headlong way I approa-- well, charged the last semester. This is the one time I have been actually physically sick this fall. On the other hand, I'm never sick, so what does that tell ya?Though, honestly, this has seemed more of a grace from God, because it encouraged me and continued to

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1135798426934766182005-12-28T13:25:00.000-06:002005-12-28T13:33:46.946-06:00

I never got to posting about my Thanksgiving (and here it is Christmas) and since I probably shouldn't even be posting right now I thought I'd sneak in a really short one. Possibly most hilarious memory of Thanksgiving:My brother (a couple years younger than me), flipping around to get away from me (rough-housing), turning smack into a pole. Face first. Just like a cartoon character. It was

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1135186060721674992005-12-21T11:32:00.000-06:002005-12-21T11:39:05.546-06:00

Like Al Pacino’s cat, nothing lasts in this life.No, that's not really what the song says, but it works, too. I don't know much about Switchfoot in real life, but their "Beautiful Letdown" cd has been amazingly versatile in speaking different parts of my life these last few months, and the words* one of them says on the link above are pretty amazing, too. Amazingly thought-provoking, at the

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I have been thinking of you an awful lot lately. Only I'm so busy with this stupid thing called "Life" and "homework", and "fun issues to work through"--and "crazy in the head and and don't know why", and...and other stuff. God's amazing, isn't he? I almost said "crazy" but I think I meant "crazy-good." Really. Totally and completely. Whether or not I nearly said it, it's the truth. Most

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1133735057363731322005-12-04T16:24:00.000-06:002005-12-04T16:26:07.713-06:00

is no one thinks you're weird for carrying around knives. Well, I mean, except for thinking you're weird in the normal ways... They don't think you're weird because of that. Or, well, maybe they do, but...shut up.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1132785305441320472005-11-23T16:32:00.000-06:002005-11-23T16:40:31.673-06:00

Possumblog and the rest of the wonderful world of the Axis of Weevil (and friends?) have a tradition of the Thursday Three (which this week is the Wednesday Weversal?). Anyhow, seein' as this is my last shot at a computer for the week and the library closes in an hour and I REALLY SHOULD be doing homework, I thought I'd play. So hello to anyone who wanders over, but please--none of this sitting

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1132279901258658132005-11-17T20:00:00.000-06:002005-11-17T20:17:29.990-06:00

I go home for Thanksgiving tomorrow. I'm not sure it's quite sunk in yet, though it's starting to. I don't know who I'll see tomorrow before I leave, but to all my friends who I don't happen to see before then--to all the dear good people of the world:Have a happy Thanksgiving.And to all a good night.(--week? weekend? Whatever, as long as it includes lots of sleep.)Our friend the noble hog(TM)

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1132186336356654462005-11-16T18:11:00.000-06:002005-11-16T18:12:16.366-06:00

I think I'm starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel, here. One can only hope.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1132106892384634172005-11-15T20:08:00.000-06:002005-11-15T20:08:51.193-06:00

I might as well take this time to direct you to a splendiferous concept. There are several really good organizational concepts employed in Gmail email which make dealing with my email just a way lot easier, for which reason I have had, and been enjoying, it since--whoa! Aug 04. I just checked. I thought it'd been maybe five months.Here, let me sum up:- More space - Gmail offers roughly 2600mb

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1132101799860294152005-11-15T18:32:00.000-06:002005-11-15T18:43:19.873-06:00

I guess you may have noticed I have been rather absent. Lots of things I've had to concern myself with the last few weeks, namely (and mainly) school. Thought I'd (finally) be considerate and let you know this will probably last through Thanksgiving, at which point I have faith that I will be able to post again, at least a little. So blogging may be light, or cloudy (?) or--nonexistent--for

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1130882807108071372005-11-01T15:38:00.000-06:002005-11-01T16:11:55.000-06:00

You more "with-it" intersurfers may have already heard of these people but I was just looking today at something called WordPress. I've had the link on my 'puter for--I don't even know--ages, but I found it again recently and today I went and had a look around. Bottom of the page is this lovely little scrap of text, so light and un-attention-grabbing at first you might not even notice it's

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an obligatory halloween pun to make you hate me:I'ma scare up some ghostsYes, it is my honor and duty to annoy you to the point of pain and agony (or at least death) with puns. It's a tough job but the pay is good.I am, possibly, a little over-the-top silly today. Must be something to do with that whole sleep thing who needs it.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1130802746292386612005-10-31T17:43:00.000-06:002005-10-31T17:52:26.306-06:00

I have been saving this gem for weeks, maybe more than a month now and so, since I have little time to write and much I want to write about, I thought I'd pull this nugget of wisdom out of my treasure...pocket...and share it with you. A bit of stock postography, if you will. Oh, I'm so clever, clever indeed...Enjoy.Lita's Gem of Wisdom for the Day:"You look tired. You need to either sleep or

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1130036241752102092005-10-22T22:08:00.000-05:002005-10-22T22:28:32.476-05:00

There are some things that are just soothing, like a soft, thick balm to the mind; rough-textured and soothing...the deep, soothing texture of cheesecakethe rustle of pencil against rough paper; soft grainy linessitting down alone on a bench swing; letting down your guard with Goda soft, thick-textured shirtthe intense, deep orange-red color of the same shirtthe quiet grainy sound of one of the

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1129886461581829432005-10-21T04:09:00.000-05:002005-10-21T04:33:34.300-05:00

Tonight was so cool--so good that I don't even know what to say about it. At one point, I was walking back down the street, the sky all glimmery-yellow and gold-like, musing about my place in God; accepting it and--not confusing his limitlessness with my own (ehem) lack thereof. I was sort of picturing the idea of myself small and--well--"simple" like a child or a pet, and I thought, "I'm just

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1129759377157193442005-10-19T16:59:00.000-05:002005-10-19T18:11:54.430-05:00

Buy our 50% off, economy-size tomb and we'll throw in this duck for free.Found this old email from someone who will remain nameless who also, conveniently, has no memory of it, either:A special note for a special sister.  Pass this on to everyone you've ever meet or else a fly will attend your funeral in the future with a cricket and his pet cow and also you will get a duck.It's all about the

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1129643169763204762005-10-18T08:38:00.000-05:002005-10-18T08:46:09.763-05:00

Yeah so I was messing around, trying to possibly form an apology or excuse to change the template--yet again; but then I thought, 'hey. this is my blog.' And if the people can't depend on me to disorient and confuse the average cybernaut who happens by and also happens to have happened by once before--then what, I ask you, can they depend on? There's got to be some stability in the world, I

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1129628487922990722005-10-18T04:33:00.000-05:002005-10-18T04:44:22.116-05:00

Last night (and earlier this morning) I painted up the town and smushed it around like a strawberry and whipped cream waffle. It was quite good. So was the waffle.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1129510524734825002005-10-16T18:46:00.000-05:002006-01-12T14:32:17.343-06:00

No, ok, so I am back and have been back (as in, around a computer) for several months, but I am indeed a bum and have not posted. Until now. (tun tun tun tun!)I have been thinking some profound thoughts lately, on account of the fact I've been having a profound semester (no lie) or rather maybe I should say a profound and way-high-up (cos what's the opposite--"exalted"?) and some "

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1115618345376895752005-05-09T00:59:00.000-05:002005-05-09T00:59:05.383-05:00

It's been a crazy week. From a joke-argument that ended up upsetting people to procrastinating on a scary marketing presentation to seeing an enjoyable yet problematic movie, there's been a lot to think about; a lot to consider posting on. I have started posts on all these things and only finished the one--well, ones--on the movie; the others I wasn't sure if they were really worth posting

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1115581012027119472005-05-08T14:28:00.000-05:002005-05-08T17:58:51.896-05:00

I realized after posting my impressions of "Kingdom of Heaven," that I probably was being too hard on them. After all, everyday life is not always about the hardest decisions and the stickiest situations. Those come now and then and test our mettle but they're not our whole lives, or we might die a whole lot earlier of heart failure. It doesn't change that those tend to be my favorite moments

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1115578420630777762005-05-08T13:54:00.000-05:002005-05-08T17:58:08.583-05:00

(Another too-long movie review. A few spoilers.)I'm not entirely sure what I think of "Kingdom of Heaven." I'm not entirely sure I have anything worth saying on the subject. The music was lovely, the action very bloody, the story...so-so. I guess it was hard to get completely drawn into the story itself, perhaps because some of the maneuvering (of armies and men and such) was a bit confusing.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1114925612828551412005-05-01T00:32:00.000-05:002005-05-08T17:57:02.806-05:00

Although, I may not have been completely satisfied with the movie, I may just check out the books, thanks to Decent Films' good word.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1114923269695043192005-05-01T00:10:00.000-05:002005-05-01T14:34:39.126-05:00

(Note: Some spoilers.)Yesterday I finally saw Lemony Snicket. Finally--after all these months. All in all, I felt like it was a rather uneven portrayal, what with the odd combination of humor, outright weirdness coming right out of left field (or really I don't know what field), and the occasional shock of reality, of the unsettling variety. Though the humor was all pretty much so-called "

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1114399024795950192005-04-24T22:15:00.000-05:002005-04-24T22:17:04.796-05:00

You've only slowed it down--"One of my favorite movies, with a few reservations, is called Antitrust. It came out in 2001 and is a movie of a college-age computer geek who goes up against "the" computer geek of the day, a guy apparently supposed to be bigger than Bill Gates, and almost certainly very much inspired by many people's ideas of him, dealing as it does with monopolies, antitrust laws,

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1113868955047544952005-04-18T19:02:00.000-05:002005-04-18T19:02:35.046-05:00

Guy today kept insisting that all girls are manipulative. Not most. All. He even "backed up" his argument with the scientific analysis that he had known two girls to treat him manipulatively. I was impressed. He even said it as if I should be impressed (which is how I knew I should be). After telling us about the first girl who did him wrong, and I pointed out that didn't prove anything

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1113285617604842252005-04-12T00:58:00.000-05:002005-04-12T01:03:39.953-05:00

Today in class (Graphic Design), we began a section on ethics. Admittedly, I have been one to poke fun at classes on "ethics" because of how much of a farce they can be. Not that I would know. I've never had a class on ethics, or, I don't think, even a section on it. But for me, this seems to have come at the right time, what with my thoughts returning to the subject within the last week. To

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1112983374718652792005-04-08T12:36:00.000-05:002005-04-08T13:02:54.723-05:00

For a long time, when I've thought about what I wanted/felt was best to do, career-wise, my head was always cluttered with the varied possibilities; I was always wanting to go down what were usually little more than blind alley curiosities. I have a sort of novice interest in many things, or rather, I'm a little curious about a number of things, even if it is perhaps only a sort of knee-deep

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1109615714590577432005-02-28T12:19:00.001-06:002005-02-28T12:35:14.593-06:00

I changed the template and lost not only my precious few comments but the comment box utility itself. So currently got to sort out what, if anything, I'm going to do about it. What happened was my old template didn't have the comment feature so I had to use Haloscan's. But when I changed templates (to a template that has a built-in comment feature), in a fit of contrariness, it wiped out my

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1100818099065232692004-11-18T15:42:00.000-06:002004-11-18T16:48:51.030-06:00

"I don't care what does it: I don't care if it's the tension, the fear, the 'enemy'… it's murder. We are occupied by murderers." --River I sat and read her account of the Marine shooting the Iraqi in the Fallujah mosque in horror and could hardly believe it was real. I seriously was thinking, is this real? Could this be made up? Then I followed the link she provides to Yahoo news' account

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1100760512993323722004-11-18T01:43:00.000-06:002005-05-07T12:22:20.430-05:00

What I wanted to say was that I was trying to focus on my First Love, but I was afraid it'd come across as holier-than-thou, which is not how I meant it. Honestly, it encourages me to speak in a positive way about what I should be focusing on (even if I'm not doing a great job of focusing on it right now). I think it's a good way to help me refocus.I've been neglecting Him horribly, and

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1096816151375413952004-10-03T10:09:00.000-05:002004-10-03T10:13:11.333-05:00

"...there comes a time when you have to see, if only for a few hours, whether it's true, what you think, whether your child has more strength than he himself knows." I wonder if this isn't how God feels, those times when he lets us stumble and fall down, get up, and try those legs out again. Unlike Mommy, he never has to leave our side. Read the whole thing, if you get the chance. It's lovely.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1096306582854090752004-09-27T13:35:00.000-05:002004-09-28T23:36:36.113-05:00

I saw "The Day After Tomorrow" several weeks ago now and enjoyed it. It wasn't a great movie, but...I enjoyed it. I've said before I don't know much about movie critiquing, but--perhaps because of the writers' course I've been taking--I could identify one or two flaws in it. But I still liked it and think I'd like to see it again. Two things I took away from this movie. I believe I heard one

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1092325316340587772004-08-12T10:41:00.000-05:002005-05-01T00:24:21.160-05:00

I guess they don't have to worry about catching fire, anyway, right? Oh, right. They live in...water."Farmed salmon, already found to carry higher levels than wild salmon of chemicals such as PCBs, may also contain higher levels of flame-retardants, environmental researchers said on Wednesday."Flame-retardant, eh? This could have potential. Maybe it's time we all started eating more salmon--

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I don't have anything intelligent to say except wow (if that counts as intelligent). I guess all my life I've seen movies or read books with the bad guys and villains and so forth (it may sound cliche but that's what they are), but to see a glimpse of their downfall in real life and how...humble it is--it's amazing.

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1092160188507609452004-08-10T12:49:00.000-05:002004-08-10T13:48:24.123-05:00

"I am a national fool now. It is the best thing a man can be." I think I like that. England has reinstated the office of court jester after a 355-year break--er, gap. Hmm. If you ask me, it's all just an excuse for people to crank out a load of bad puns. "Has head for the job" indeed. Also, if you want to know how the whole jester thing got started in the first place, you might be

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1091575948725048332004-08-03T18:32:00.000-05:002004-08-03T18:38:14.286-05:00

...as Tahi has said before me. Just more proof that The Princess Bride is the best movie ever.

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The following is in response to a post by Xeno in response to a post of mine ('fraid you'll have to scroll down; it's "Kinship," but it's hardly worth searching for; it's barely a note). Ever since I learned the phrase "I think therefore I am" I have liked Descartes. Without knowing anything else about him, I am grateful for knowing that there's someone else out there who's wondered about the

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1089686389562485032004-07-12T21:39:00.000-05:002004-07-12T21:43:57.193-05:00

El Bro has been sick, for the first time in a long while. He's like me; we never get sick. Which comes at a great time, what with the mad fixing around the house, cleaning, and rearranging we are doing, but it can't be helped. I went into the living room, where he sleeps these days, and asked if he minded me in there and he said no, he liked the company. So then I felt bad for sitting there

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1089596406442618112004-07-11T20:40:00.000-05:002004-07-11T20:53:35.636-05:00

There is something about reading others' thoughts, whether they live now or lived some time long ago, and finding ideas that make sense to you, similar struggles expressed...a kinship of reason. Even better is when they propose ideas you hadn't thought of yet. Honestly I've done very little of this kind of reading, but I think I need to. They might help me sort out some ideas that I don't

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1089135377395302662004-07-06T12:31:00.000-05:002004-07-06T15:03:17.533-05:00

Went to see Spider-Man 2 yesterday and would have written about it then but subject to my new resolution, no playing before doing important things. Or, at least, some important things. (Got to start somewhere, haven't I?) So, since I slept most of the evening (due to a late night the night before), did some obligatory cleaning (not my idea), and then went to bed again, I never got to the

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1089034238592461952004-07-05T08:30:00.000-05:002004-07-06T15:16:42.856-05:00

...through the eating community? *Snort.* So dramatic. Update: Click on "Meet the Eaters" on the right below the picture and then the first one--Takeru Kobayashi--is where I meant the link to go (the website won't let it for some reason).

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1089009074583034702004-07-05T01:31:00.000-05:002004-07-06T14:59:56.730-05:00

For goats? I found the link just stumbling around, surfing through Blogger and I just had to post this, considering the key role goats play in the chain story. No one knows how significant goats really are.

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Everybody has their own ideas about what they should build at Ground Zero. I remember thinking a tall slim tower taller than the older ones but perhaps more a monument than an actual building that holds people. I don't know; maybe the idea was a cop-out. At any rate, what they're doing looks good, though I don't know all the details.Update: I realize the link is wrong. I will fix it as soon

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1088971086719888912004-07-04T14:40:00.000-05:002004-07-06T14:56:33.243-05:00

I have to write about something very momentous, something that occurred in my life just this past Friday. I got cowboy boots. And when I say cowboy, I mean cowboy boots. They're guys' shoes. They didn't have anything cool (or practically anything at all) for girls, though they did have some "fabulous" thigh-high Cruella De Ville boots. Yikes. Since I'm not preoccupied with looking like some

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1081197703058968692004-04-05T15:22:00.000-05:002004-07-06T14:56:03.973-05:00

"I want to play Risk." "No, you don't; you just think you do." My older sister, Tahi, used to use this sort of logic on me and it used to crack me up. Logic does that to me, especially when misused. After all, I am of the firm belief you can find a way to reason out anything, even if you're wrong. Anyway, I find myself being confronted with this same sort of reasoning again recently, by none

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1080930010580173392004-04-02T12:19:00.000-06:002004-07-06T14:55:37.573-05:00

Before yesterday I didn't think I needed to--well, I didn't see any reason to explain what I do with this blog. I mean, this has been my own little house of solitude up till now. However, after yesterday, I decided it might be good to provide a small explanation of the "remodeling" (okay--tinkering) I've done in the past couple of weeks--for anyone who might have somehow visited this site on

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1080251974918600422004-03-25T15:43:00.000-06:002005-05-07T12:26:35.956-05:00

Wah!* I just thought you should know.No, my younger sis and I saw Lord of the Rings Risk at Wal-mart a few months back. Well. I like Risk. And I like Lord of the Rings! So. We bought it. :D Plus, I like maps--I'm not quite sure why. Maybe just because I love the natural world...? Anyway, we've only actually played it once in two months. (Well, I've only played it once.) But she likes

Karhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16165574435991354558noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6261585.post-1080097669558728952004-03-23T21:02:00.000-06:002004-07-06T14:54:25.430-05:00

I've been told that twice today. But what I want to know is, if I think so much all the time, why aren't I a genius?

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