It was as if he had wings, and the wind
behind him. Even uphill the rock
seemed to move of its own accord.

Every road felt like a shortcut.

Sisyphus, of course, was worried;
he'd come to depend on his burden,
wasn't sure who he was without it.

His hands free, he peeled an orange.
He stopped to pet a dog.
Yet he kept going forward, afraid
of the consequences of standing still.

He no longer felt inclined to smile.

It was then that Sisyphus realized
the gods must be gone, that his wings
were nothing more than a perception
of their absence.

He dared to raise his fist to the sky.
Nothing, gloriously, happened.

Then a different terror overtook him.

-Stephen Dunn, Sisyphus and the Sudden Lightness

I read Twilight.

Why? Let's break it down.
Morbid curiosity: 28%
Wanting to understand complaints about the movie and/or casting: 2%
Self-loathing: 20%
Wanting to be able to use this icon: 30%
Not wanting to do my final papers: 30%

Yes, I gave this book 110%

Because it's worth it.


In fact that is lies. I gave it about 30%, and that was more than it deserved.

So, walking home from the snack bar, we were discussing woodland creatures and Dave Barry. I was talking about his article on dating.

I had just basically quoted this exchange (but in a less funny manner):

Judy: Hi.
Me: Hi.
Judy: Just in case you have ever thought about having a date with me, the answer is no.
Woodland Creatures: HAHAHAHAHAHA.

And then a bird pooped on my head.

True story.

Cappie is a fucking champion.

Dear Luann,

If this is your way of starting a storyline where the Gunther and the dirty-looking kid with the backwards hat explore their gay love for each other, I will forgive you for many, many decisions you have made over the course of the strip.

XOXO,
Chash


In other news, in addition to yesterday being my last class ever (wtf), I also did some trivia with Bevin and co., which was pretty fun. pendrecarc and other friends were running it, so it was cool to go over to Prospect and know most of the people down there. Also cool was that one of the challenges was to bring a real professor to the trivia HQ, which was made for me. Dad was more than willing to be roused from bed and dragged to do a skit. The boni were also pretty fun, and the songs were catchy, so it was overall good times, even if we quit early due to our desire to not win. And my personal desire to sleep. Becca and I are going to The Tempest soon, and I also need to do work. But technically it's summer? Woot woot.

Okay, so I've been rewatching the end of Veronica Mars season one. And it's still so good. I also still love Wallace. And I love Veronica making him spirit boxes. And I don't exactly ship them--I wouldn't have wanted them to hook up in the show, but I wish their dynamic hadn't died so hard in the last season. And I like sometimes thinking about them hooking up and being awesome.

So I wrote a fic. As one does.

Title: BFF
Author: Chash
Fandom: Veronica Mars
Pairing: Wallace/Veronica
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Wallace isn't the one who leaves.
Spoilers: Through the whole show!

( Cuz if our parents had gotten hitched? This would just be weird. )

A serious question (I mean that without any irony) regarding porn. Namely, Japanese lesbian porn that one might hypothetically be translating for class.

( Cut for...talking about lesbian porn. )

tolchocky is telling katiedanger about how Ron is dating Krum in some ridiculous Harry Potter RP.

Jonny Quest is claiming toucans can talk which is A LIE

If you didn't want this much information about this evening, well. my bad.

EMIL HAS BEEN CAPTURED BY THE PO-HOs

In other drunken antic news, someone decided to flip the fues on all the electricity in the dorm. We thought it was the tent party but it turns out some random drunk girls just flipped all the switches and Mike then turned them back on and off. And then on again. It was pretty special.

...damnit the tent party is getting loud.

Some random guy who we've never talked to just wandered in. We had this conversation.

Random guy: Heeeeeey! Are you guys going to the tent party?
Us: No.
Random guy: Why not?
Us: Because we're watching Jonny Quest and drinking whenever it's racist. Or really homoerotic.
Random guy: Oh man, is it racist a lot?
Us: ........................


Also, Jonny Quest just rearended a walrus.

Dear othercriteria,

tolchocky and I are playing the Jonny Quest drinking game. At your request, we will be liveblogging this. So far we have established that it is really gay and racist, and also looks like it was dubbed from Japanese. Also that everyone is freakish and/or a swimsuit model.

PS: the answer is LASER

Also, flight to AX get.

Poll #1181163 Serious poll
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

"Go the Distance" from Disney's Hercules is FUCKING AWESOME

If you HAVE NO SOUL, you should download Lucas Grabeel's cover of the song. If you still don't like it, frankly, I just don't know what to say to you.

So, in my daily life, there are a number of things that Williams does to upset me. A lot of these are food related. Kind of minor annoyances that grate anyway (never unlocking one of the doors to the dining hall) to bigger things (getting rid of trays and white bread). And then there's the soda machine in Fay.

The soda machine in Fay has been my longtime nemesis. I only ever really buy two things from it: Coke when I'm tired and water when I need water in a bottle (i.e., for soccer games). And, for the last two years, it has consistently given me the one when I want the other. I push the button for Coke, I get water. I push the button for water, I get Coke. Sometimes, I remember that this happens, and push the button for water when I want Coke. And then it gives me water. Today kind of fucking takes the cake.

Step 1: I want Coke.
Step 2: I push the button for Coke.
Step 3: I get water.
Step 4: I smack myself in the forehead.
Step 5: I push the button for water.
Step 6: I get Fanta.
Step 7: I go and bitch to Becca about this.
Step 8: I get my wallet.
Step 9: I try the second button for Coke.
Step 10: I get Coke.

One day, vending machine. One day.

chash: LOUD
chash: My loud is like some raven at my window with a broken wing
inupr0n: My loud is xmas in iran
chash: My loud is Christopher Walken


chash: Hi floor hiiiii
darknightrain: Hi buffy how goes the drinking? :D
chash: Well 4 am dohng ht so there's that we drink whenever we eorget the words
darknightrain: ...I'm still trying to decipher that last message.
chash: I forgot what I said hi Floor <3
chash: I just punched myself in the face

Niko: Happy birthday, Chash! Sorry I didn't actually wish it on time, I did remember but was at the games store until way later than expected. Hope it was good.
me: I'm pretty drunk right now
true storu
Niko: lol
Well, grats then
me: word up

I don't talk a lot about Big Internet Things here, a lot of the time, but having spent the last day or so reading various reactions to theferrett's controversial post about what someone (he seemed kind of shifty about who exactly) had dubbed "The Open Source Boob Project" (hyphenation under debate), I feel compelled.

Warning: If you have missed this, you might not want to read about it, because it very well might creep you out or piss you off. That is why there is a cut. Puppies puppies puppies rainbows.

( Serious internet business?! )

HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER YOU ARE RIGHT NOW KIND OF MY HERO