could it be anymore obvious!

My camera has broken on me, the little rat bastard!! Therefore I have resorted to this, pathetic indeed.

crinkly is the new pink

Oh man, today is the greatest fall day evah! It's those cheesy hallmark fall days where it's cool enough to put on your favorite long sleeve shirt and fashion scarf and your outfit is not impeded by a jacket. It's bloody brilliant. Plus, everything is crinkly, the ground is covered with noisy bits that whisper the mysteries of the universe everytime you crash through them. The air even smells crinkly, how else can you describe fall? As far as I'm concerned no word other than 'crinkly' aptly fits everything about fall and greatness of. Ha! I intend to run about like a banshee tonight making that delicious crinkly bits noise where ever I please!

Oh ho ho, I do love those exclaimation marks! Exclaim, I say!!

zombies are gross

I have a new most favoritest thing to do that will make everyone jealous of how awesome cool I am. This even beats the "Metropolis Run of Glory" which trust me my brothers is pretty freaking cool. Basically, it's me running around the house doing my best zombie child voice and singing
"I swim with the fishes cause the fish are alright. Oh my my just to get you to bite". Needless to say, it's pretty damn cool.

It's okay to be jealous.

the nerd-times are killing me

I have been a bad blogger as of late and it's not for a lack of wanting to post, it's the dauntingness of the white screen and the inevitable typing that must occur that puts me off. Chalkful of ridicious thoughts and yet no means to communicate it to my fingers . . . my clumsy fingers are my archnemisi. Oxen fingers of death, if you will.

So tonight will be a night of film goodness. I have rented the two weirdest new releases I could find. One being a post-soviet movie called "Since Otar Left", the second being the Korean film "A Tale of Two Sisters". Me thinks the second will be my favoritest, namely because it's a weird fairytale horror film in the traditional Korean pansori narrative style. WOOT!! That's not to say that Soviet film doesn't have it's merits because lets face it, I loves the USSR. *sigh* crazy pinko, I know.

Speaking of amazingly awesome film, the Edmonton International Film Festival is almost upon us. I have narrowed it down to six films I will be attending and strongly urge everyone with a love of good film to get themselves a EIFF guide and check out the amazingness abounds! Oh my brothers these are the nerd times I dream of.

reactionaries are tricky muthafuckers

I just finished writing the most ridicious essay titled "Normative Relativists are Reactionaries in Disguise". An essay can't be too horrible with a title like that, right? RIGHT?!!

for the love of porcelian

Two Campbell women should never be allowed to hatch plots together. Me and the Mombles have decided that due to our exponentially growing weirdness, in order to keep anybody around for long, we will have to wage psychological warfare. The plan is quite simple. Basically, we plan on convincing our significant others that they are insane and therefore our seemingly strange behaviour is only in their imagination. Oh ho ho, it'll be greatness. Small changes at first, like changing the color of their toothbrush or replacing all the non-garlic pickles in the fridge with ripe garlic ones.

The next step is my favorite: experimentations in perspective. Slowly we will change small white porcelian mugs for another that is only slightly larger. Once a week the cup will be exchanged for a new, identical mug (only slightly larger). My hope is that they will think that the coffee is shrinking, that my friends, is the first sign of the experiment working. Naturally, the expanding of a simple white mug will tire over time, one can renew the thrill of torment by randomly interchanging the biggest and greatest porcelian mug with the smaller ones. Of course, it is of the utmost importance to always return to the big mug, especially when the tortured significant other becomes wary of your ways. Small steps, my friend, small steps are essential to this plan.

This whole experiment is intended to completely shatter the confidence in the individual. Everything must be watched carefully or it could change before their very eyes. Coffee mugs are tricky muthafuckers. Their sanity will be so fragile that they will assume that you are the only one who could love such a demented freak such as themselves.

Can't you feel the facial tick forming? Delish.

sometimes just lazy

Bonjour mon petite freres. Oh my, this week has been filled with slackassery abounds. I have been absorbed with my readings (hence the lack of posts), all wonders of 20th century warfare has been commanding all my attention with a right fever. It really has been fantastical being back at my school, I miss the learning when I'm not there . . . ohhh yes I am the biggest in nerditry.

talk nerdy to me

Oh my brothers, my first days back to school have been lovely . . . my precious hollowed halls of University of Alberta how I love thee. For the last two days I have been doing all I can to resist the temptation to hug to dirty brick walls of Tory. Pathetic indeed! But oh how great my classes are shaping up to be.

My history classes are pretty much fantastic, both of my profs are socially awkward and naive as they have only spent four years at the university combined. My Russian history prof blushes furiously whenever anyone acknowledges his existence and then proceeds to ramble on about Poland and the greatness of. It's brilliant! My warfare history prof swears like a sailor . . . when a class starts with an obscenely loud profanity it's practically a given that it'll be a wonderous class. As well, he's also promised a visit from Romeo Dallaire of whom's brain I want to pick. All my nerdy dreams are coming true!!

Finally, to my nerdy delight all my drinking buddies from Carmichael's class are in my Middle East politics class!! This means many trips to the Powerplants and the inevitable drunken goodtimes!!

. . . Basically, this post means absolutely nothing to anybody but me. Perhaps, my brothers, you can revel in my academic goodtimes. Happiness abounds.

lycra is social masochism

I have a confession to make my brothers . . . I love chubby people who wear tight lycra tank tops. It's just the most socially awkward fabric anyone could wear, it assures patheticness in the coolest of ways possible. Oh ho ho, and you know who I speak of, my lycra bound friend, I want to be the best of friends with you and your uncomfortably tight shirt. We shall go old together and you can wear your stretchy shirt everyday. Sadly, it'll last longer than the two of us; still shiny and stretchy as ever when we become frail and old because it is the styrofoam of fabrics.

The lycra will never die like my love for you.

pip pip old beans

A storm's a brewin' outside, this of course can mean only one thing: I am put automatically into old lady survival mode. I am curdled up in the biggest, softest blanket I can find with ice cream and cheesy movies to keep me company. I'm watching the Notebook which is something I normally wouldn't admit but you are my beautiful strangers and therefore can be privy to the lamest of me. Oh my brothers, this is the lamest of the lame.