<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:37:18.277-06:00</updated><category term='more updates'/><category term='fishing'/><category term='british authors'/><category term='Bit o&apos; a book review'/><category term='Update'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Link'/><category term='knitting stuff'/><category term='return from the dead'/><category term='Pattern'/><title type='text'>serasonho</title><subtitle type='html'>like a plant that just might not make it through the winter on your windowsill, this is an experiment in how long my attention span will last... so far, so good.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-2176045693934194832</id><published>2008-06-12T14:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:51:55.667-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='british authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bit o&apos; a book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fishing'/><title type='text'>Tilly Bagshawe, wtf bbq???</title><content type='html'>I'm not finishing a book.  I started it, read about half, and decided to give it back to the library.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has nothing to do with late fees.  I have no fear of late fees. I should actually have a chair with my name on it in my favourite branch because of all the fees I've paid in my life.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However. I very rarely stop in the middle of a book. Once, when I was very young, I watched a kid's show about a boy who never finished the books he was reading until they all came after him in the night. Since I am all about avoiding things that come after you in the night, I am all about finishing books. Plus, I hate not knowing.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is Showdown by Tilly Bagshawe, an author I thought I liked*.  The book begins in the UK, and features rich people. The heroine is a young rich girl** whose daddy breeds horses for racing but is not allowed to ride herself, even though she is the bestest horse-rider ever. She meets Booby who is a real-life cowboy who inherits a ranch in Texas. The bad news is he's poor, and so is his ranch.  He needs to live up to his dead father for some reason, and he chooses to do it by getting into a partnership with an ultra-skeezy land developer who wants make a ton of money off Booby, mainly by ripping off Booby's oil and whatever else he can get his hands on. Booby (it works better) wants to save the family ranch by breeding quarterhorses for racing. His dad (a terminal moron) was all about the cowboy way, which apparently, in T. Bagshawe's world, means no oil. Drilling for oil desecrates the land or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My suspension of disbelief faltered, failed and would not be revived. First of all, Texas = oil. And cowboy ranchers? cowboy ranchers = paying your damn bills and not losing the ranch because you've got no money because you are stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I don't know any ranchers but I do know quite a few farmers. I don't even have to call them up to ask what they think of this guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOTALLY FAKE INTERVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt;    So, the bank is going to foreclose on your farm and you're going to lose everything. The reason they're foreclosing is because you are poor, behind on the mortage, and they are pretty certain there's oil on your property. What would you do? Remember, this is the West, and in the West, your code of honour is apparently more important than having a place to live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farmer:   &lt;/span&gt; Wtf? I'm not broke, I have oil. Lease the mineral rights for loads of cash, throw a party, buy a boat and go on vacation. In that order, and finishing in Hawaii doing some deep sea fishing.*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;END MADE UP YET TRUE INTERVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there you have it. My complete lack of belief in the stupid reasoning behind the conflict = putting it down and not picking it back up.  Well, and the fact that most people in this book were head-splittingly annoying, crazy or just plain stupid. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is too short for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*and now I realize that I actually really liked Louise Bagshawe's books, not Tilly's. Boo british writers who have the same distinctive last name! Boo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**I forget her name, but she had long blonde hair, and was kinda annoying and seventeen for a really long time in the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***Actually, this part is true. Including the deep sea fishing part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-2176045693934194832?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2176045693934194832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=2176045693934194832' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/2176045693934194832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/2176045693934194832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2008/06/tilly-bagshawe-wtf-bbq.html' title='Tilly Bagshawe, wtf bbq???'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-5954207932622343077</id><published>2008-05-06T20:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:23:46.635-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bit o&apos; a book review'/><title type='text'>So So Very Bad</title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading a very poorly written book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I thought it was this book, The Key to Conspiracy by Thalia Gryphon. Which was recently reviewed at &lt;a href="http://www.dearauthor.com"&gt;Dear Author&lt;/a&gt;. Except that I read number one in the series, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Key-Conflict-Gillian-ParaDoc-Book/dp/0441015034/ref=pd_sim_b_img_6"&gt;The Key to Conflict&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have several issues with this book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The characters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. The dialouge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The writing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a comprehensive list.  Be warned. There are spoilers ahead, although why you'd care after reading this review, I'd never know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The characters were generally annoying.  After about halfway through the book, I really got tired of the parade of SUPER HOTT! OMG SEXXXY para-whatevers! Apparently in this world, there are no normal-looking people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The main character, Gillian (or Gill, the author uses a nickname to break up the flow of Gillian does... sentences instead of rewriting) is TSTL.  This is not a label I throw out lightly, but I feel it is warranted. We are endlessly told how smart, tough and skilled this woman is. We are never really shown anything.  She whines, she gets drunk in dangerous territory, and she is really confused about issues a real psychologist should understand. Like the definition of rape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is repeatedly assaulted without her knowledge (she was dreaming) and did not consent to having sex with her attacker or consent to him coming and making her have dreamsex with him. She does not know who is in her dreams or what is going on. This is rape. Saying otherwise is terrifying. If you are so drunk you cannot say yes or no, it's rape. If you don't know what's going on, it's rape. Does the fact that she had orgasms negate her lack of consent? Apparently Gillian thinks so, which makes me wonder how she managed her PhD, her internships, and well, her life so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a psychologist, she is very lacking in self-awareness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I did not survive battlefield conditions in Serbia...blah blah blah I'm not delicate or stupid!" I know someone who did, and they wouldn't be caught dead saying something like that. Also, they wouldn't be caught dead being as TSTL as she is over and over again. Because they survived Serbia and where ever else she said she'd been. I'm not going to re-check that quote, but "survive battlefield conditions"? Who says that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dialogue forgot it was supposed to sound like people talking. There was a consistent lack of contractions.  People don't really speak the way they write. Perhaps vampire=super formal diction, but with all of the other issues, I'm doubtful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Technically, this book was in need of a rewrite. The repetition, the mixed constructions and complete lack of showing the action (remember that old rule? show, don't tell) made me feel like someone was telling me about this story that could have been really interesting. Except that I needed to stop listening to the teller, and just read the book myself before the end gets blabbed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is filled with wasted detail. So much time is spent on unnecessary information. We are told who characters are after we have met them several times, we are told boring and unnecessary information on the different types of the magically-inclined, we are even told who JRR Tolkien is, and that he wrote the Hobbit and the Lord of the Rings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surprisingly enough, the sex scenes we the best written in the book. Even though I have no desire to read more about the exact dimensions of Gill's canal (and am so unbelievably sick of the phrase "ridged canal") Gryphon uses imagery, description and setting to show the reader the action, instead of telling us what is happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book was one big info-dump. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book had a lot going for it. I really liked the idea of psychologist to the undead. How many times have you read an urban fantasy and gone "Hey, that dude is totally messed up, therapy is totally necessary." I thought the flame thrower was cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only wish that Gryphon had a more aggressive editor. Apparently LKH's Darla was a line editor (?proofreader?).  I would suggest a professional editor who is willing to suggest more substantive and aggressive changes. There is a good book in there, waiting to get out. It just needs a lot of help.  If that doesn't work, Gryphon may want to switch to writing erotica. Writing sex seems to be her stronger suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-5954207932622343077?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/5954207932622343077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=5954207932622343077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/5954207932622343077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/5954207932622343077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-so-very-bad.html' title='So So Very Bad'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-8987804237538621081</id><published>2008-04-14T01:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:11:12.549-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bit o&apos; a book review'/><title type='text'>Connie Willis</title><content type='html'>As a review goes, this should be somewhat short.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Connie Willis. She's wonderful, go read her stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do I love her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only read two of her novels, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To Say Nothing Of The Dog &lt;/span&gt;and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Bellwether. &lt;/span&gt;They both were wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TSNOTD is a time-travel story about a young man and the boss from hell. It is a mystery and a who-done-it as well as a what-the-hell-happened? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bellwether is also a mystery of a sort.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are both laugh out loud funny. The characters are amazing and real and the stories aren't flashy, but they will be amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read both of those books a while ago, which is why there's a distinct lack of detail, but you should still read them.  These books are smart and also entertaining. I still giggle when certain scenes from these novels drift through my consciousness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go. Read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-8987804237538621081?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8987804237538621081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=8987804237538621081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/8987804237538621081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/8987804237538621081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2008/04/connie-willis.html' title='Connie Willis'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-2173764218991515240</id><published>2008-03-25T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:20:04.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>testing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bitstrips.com/swfs/reader.swf?comic_id=18097"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bitstrips.com/swfs/reader.swf?comic_id=18097" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-2173764218991515240?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-4107257635751575746</id><published>2008-03-25T16:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:05:21.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funner than I thought</title><content type='html'>http://www.bitstrips.com/read.php?comic_id=18097&amp;amp;feed=a_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup. now I've just gotta figure out how to post this directly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-4107257635751575746?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4107257635751575746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=4107257635751575746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/4107257635751575746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/4107257635751575746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2008/03/funner-than-i-thought.html' title='Funner than I thought'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-7802633938114436124</id><published>2008-03-25T15:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:22:29.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>well, here's something</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bitstrips.com/swfs/reader.swf?comic_id=18033"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bitstrips.com/swfs/reader.swf?comic_id=18033" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update: I'm imbedding it now that I know how.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-7802633938114436124?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7802633938114436124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=7802633938114436124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/7802633938114436124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/7802633938114436124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2008/03/well-heres-something.html' title='well, here&apos;s something'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-6487909713317333511</id><published>2007-09-04T12:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T12:45:08.156-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return from the dead'/><title type='text'>Returning....</title><content type='html'>I'm back. and with a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106417447257289778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wsx7WR_uXo0/Rt2jnQKgtDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5TCEDvD_6cg/s400/strikke2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've joined &lt;a href="http://www.samuraiknitter.blogspot.com/"&gt;Samurai Knitter's&lt;/a&gt; Strikke-along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel myself very qualified, and in several ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I am qualified to Strikke-along:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do think that Viggo Mortenson is extremely hot.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will be knitting things to get me ready for winter.  As a Canadian living in Edmonton, winter lasts a long long time.  Wardrobes become necessary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A proper winter wardrobe consists of several hats with matching mittens and scarves.  These items should be also of varying degrees of warmth, so that you are covered from October to March.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I worked for Ikea.  And I definitely shop there too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There will be colourwork.  Definitely two colors, maybe three.  It depends on how I feel.  There will be stars and lice and crosses and flowers, all looking properly Nordic.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I will (sometimes) be knitting on alpaca  that I got from a Norwegian friend of mine.  But it will be a lacy scarf, so I'm not sure how much this applies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Norway looks pretty.  I've never been there, but I've seen pictures.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-6487909713317333511?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6487909713317333511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=6487909713317333511' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/6487909713317333511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/6487909713317333511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/09/returning.html' title='Returning....'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wsx7WR_uXo0/Rt2jnQKgtDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5TCEDvD_6cg/s72-c/strikke2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-6588240197121061044</id><published>2007-03-21T07:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:19:51.420-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more updates'/><title type='text'>No Motivation, So Much Work</title><content type='html'>That just sums up where I am right now. I have a ton of things to do, both interesting and completley horrible, yet I really don't want to do any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring has sprung, and being inside, in the big old building of work is not really as appealing as it could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally getting over Daylight Saving Time Anger because the sun is now rising when I'm leaving for work.  To have the sun being up when I'm going to work in the morning and then to have it go away was... crushing.  Now that it's back, going to work in the morning is not quite so horrible as it once was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a morning person, and to be up when the freaking sun isn't even up yet makes me cranky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, better news, I can knit again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I've dropped my project, my pink mitten things, and had to rearrange things a bit.  I'm not too crushed becasue stockinette is now evil, and the colors were seriously beginning to pool.  I will probably have to do a big old chunk of ripping anyway now, and put in some sort of change so that the pooling gets fixed and I don't have to spend the rest of my life knitting the exact same stitch over and over and over again.  Which makes it that much harder to not get sore wrists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My new Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Knit in seed stitch, avoid the stockinette.  Long strings of the same stitch = hurting non-fun.&lt;br /&gt;2) TAKE BREAKS.  Do serpent arms  and serpent fingers to loosen up.&lt;br /&gt;3) Use laceweight yarn and 2.75 mm needles.  all in all my current project weighs 50 grams.  This includes the ball of yarn, needles and knitted fabric.&lt;br /&gt;4) If things super hurt, take a break and try some tiger balm.  It stinks, but it really does  make things feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good because lace is good for spring, super cheap per project, very travel-friendly (as long as your pattern is not too complex) and did I mention cheap?  And tends to be very very impressive to the non-knitter's gaze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-6588240197121061044?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6588240197121061044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=6588240197121061044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/6588240197121061044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/6588240197121061044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/03/no-motivation-so-much-work.html' title='No Motivation, So Much Work'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-2975967500735498698</id><published>2007-03-12T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:51:42.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am around...</title><content type='html'>So, work has been really busy lately, and on top of that I have bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My forearms hurt.  In an achy bad sort of way.  I'm pretty scared that I'll have tendonitis or carpal tunnle and that will mean no more knitting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking a week off of knitting, and trying (ha! ha! ha!) to take it easy with the typing at work.  I keep thinking about lace, and how it is really light and filled with different things and moves, so maybe it is just the stockinette that is bad for me.  Bad repetitive stockinette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can crochet?  I like crochet.  Maybe that will work, and I can do loads of superfun crochet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better news, Charming and I are planning our honeymoon in Hawaii.  It is shaping up to be freaking great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-2975967500735498698?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2975967500735498698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=2975967500735498698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/2975967500735498698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/2975967500735498698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-around.html' title='I am around...'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-1568720850089832107</id><published>2007-02-20T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:23:36.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working, still working</title><content type='html'>I'm drinking chamomile tea because I'm too close to a migraine to even think about caffeine and chocolate, but I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-1568720850089832107?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1568720850089832107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=1568720850089832107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1568720850089832107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1568720850089832107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/02/working-still-working.html' title='Working, still working'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-544394332266281853</id><published>2007-02-05T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T08:19:10.994-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bit o&apos; a book review'/><title type='text'>Monday Monday....</title><content type='html'>It's Monday. I'm at work. I slept most of this weekend, which was nice, because I had a migraine Thursday and Friday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get some things done this weekend though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did most of the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished knitting my hat, and discovered that I need to rip it and add more depth to it. However, one of the people I work with, Sarah, decided that she needs a hat and loves my yarn, so I'll whack this little hat into a pattern for her and then she can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I snapped one of my 2mm dpn needles (actually, that was this morning. arrgh. stupid bamboo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some reading, and found some good books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/item/books-978081253636/0812536363/Rainbows-End?ref=Search+Books%3a+"&gt;Rainbows End by Vernor Vinge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved Vernor Vinge for a long time. He writes excellent excellent science fiction. It is intelligent, and has very real seeming science stuff in it Which is logical, since he was university science professor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His characters also seem real. I've read a collection of his short stories, &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/item/books-978081253635/0812536355/A-Deepness-In-The-Sky?ref=Search+Books%3a+"&gt;A Deepness in the Sky&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.chapters.indigo.ca/books/item/books-978081251528/0812515285/A-Fire-Upon-Deep?ref=Search+Books%3a+"&gt;A Fire upon the Deep&lt;/a&gt;. The two novels are written in the extreme future, (more than 1000 years from present) and definitely involve some interesting changes from the present. They both get a super-recommendation from myself, if you like science fiction that involves some science. Or if you like science fiction itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This latest book reminds me quite a bit of Neal Stephenson, who tends to deal with the immediate future and the effects of modern technology on society. However, this book has some things that Stephenson tends to lack completely, and those are realistic and dynamic characters. I ended up caring about the characters, and felt that instead of the characters merely being flat illustrations to explain differences from the present known world, the characters were dynamic creations in their own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the character of Robert Gu, a world-renowned poet and university professor, Vinge takes a very unsympathetic character and shows how his personality has and hasn't changed as a result of technology and through the events in the story. Gu is and has been verbally abusive and toxic to a nuclear level. He is cured by the wonders of medical technology from old age and severe Alzheimer's which leaves him stuck in a world where technologically, he is decades behind, and in great danger of never being able to catch up and find relevance in a society where the aged must struggle to keep up to their children and grandchildren or become obsolete and wither away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gu changes, and is forced for the first time to actually have to work at reschooling himself while he is in a vocational track in the local high school, along with other people in similar state to himself (that is, seniors who have been made physically and mentally mobile to differing degrees) and the rest of the second tier students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also bits about access to information, and how that is changing, and what does that mean?  Should we hold onto old methods of storing information? Should these things be made?  What use is a library when all the data can be put onto a single disc? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting book, and I think everyone should pick it up, if you like science-y fiction.  It's good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-544394332266281853?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/544394332266281853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=544394332266281853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/544394332266281853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/544394332266281853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/02/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday....'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-1972976369765764784</id><published>2007-02-02T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T12:52:18.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Annual Brigid in Cyberspace Silent Poetry Reading</title><content type='html'>After discovering while at work (with all my poetry books at home) that today is the Second Annual Brigid in Cyberspace Silent Poetry Reading Day, I find myself looking for an appropriate poem to post in order to join along with &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.com"&gt;others&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if one is not looking closely enough,&lt;br /&gt;one might think that the snow had leapt from its tidy boundaries&lt;br /&gt;and spread itself over the sidewalk again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it is only salt, left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day,&lt;br /&gt;will the grass not change back to green?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-1972976369765764784?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1972976369765764784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=1972976369765764784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1972976369765764784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1972976369765764784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/02/2nd-annual-brigid-in-cyberspace-silent.html' title='2nd Annual Brigid in Cyberspace Silent Poetry Reading'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-4372659106893299976</id><published>2007-01-23T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T13:46:57.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not much interesting today</title><content type='html'>Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working.  At work.  Today was ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one person quit on Friday, and another person tell me that they needed a week off.  Starting the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh.  The schedule was done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-4372659106893299976?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/4372659106893299976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=4372659106893299976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/4372659106893299976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/4372659106893299976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-much-interesting-today.html' title='Not much interesting today'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-8283097900823468656</id><published>2007-01-22T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T08:51:36.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Aftermaths</title><content type='html'>1) Felting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not happen. I started to do it by hand, and after approximately 15 seconds with no noticeable change, I gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be throwing it into the washer tonight, with the rest of the laundry that I didn't do over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) More knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped using the Bernat Harmony because either I got a bad ball, or they changed how it was made last year sometime. I found the receipt, and am going back to Zellers to return it due to extreme suckiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still using stash yarn to knit my shawl though, but now I'm using some Lion Brand Homespun (light blue/white blendy colour) that I couldn't return. It was going to be an afghan crocheted for Charming, but then I realized something. Charming doesn't wear sweaters. Charming would happily wear shorts until the snow fell. Charming used to have two sheets on his bed. One white and one blue. The blue one was his "blanket".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - Charming has no use for a cozy warm blanket. He'd just get uncomfortably hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've ripped my mitten again, and am redoing the decreases. I think I've got it the way I like it, but who knows. One day I'll finish this project and move on to mitten number two. And then matching hat number one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is effing fantastic. I still have longish hair, and it's all jagged at the ends and the back, and I have these superfun asymmetrical longish bangs that kindof hang in my face in a very sexy way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I have sexy fun hair. I also have much easier to blowdry hair, because putting in layers meant taking out a lot of weight. There was a huge pile of hair on the floor after the razoring was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like my hair. Oh so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-8283097900823468656?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8283097900823468656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=8283097900823468656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/8283097900823468656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/8283097900823468656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/01/aftermaths.html' title='Aftermaths'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-1527407185739833234</id><published>2007-01-19T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T10:32:01.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE FRIDAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Friday is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the quietest day of the week. There are no students (I work in a school). There are no professors. There is hardly any staff. The accountant doesn't come in. The staff that are here are usually in meetings all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow is Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is usually a stay home and sleep and laundry and snooze and knit or whatever day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be slightly different, because I am getting a haircut, and possibly some color as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeee! I'm ready for a change. I'm so bored with my hair right now. It seems like every time I grow my hair out, there is this stage where it becomes every long haircut I've ever gotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well every long haircut except for when I was really little and my mum cut the never ending bangs of ginormousness. You know the ones I mean. We all got them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person doing this magic cut is a friend of Charming's and mine. In a previous life, he used to own a salon and now he does other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words Used to Discuss Haircut&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;razoring&lt;br /&gt;layers&lt;br /&gt;more layers&lt;br /&gt;lots of razor&lt;br /&gt;beige dye&lt;br /&gt;long bangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm almost done my first item to be felted. I've done the knitting, I just need to do the sewing together. I couldn't quite stay awake long enough to finish that part. I've been desparately wishing to try felting. I keep seeing felt everywhere and it taunts me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used the last of the wool scarf yarn from the Christmas scarves. It's all Lamb's Pride Bulky. Which is nice, but sheds when I knit it. And makes me wheeze a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, now I've done it. Almost. There WILL be pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe. I have no idea how it will turn out. AT ALL. I cast on for that project when I had a migraine. I worked on that project while I was still recovering from the migraine. I finished the project as I was coming off the last effects of the migraine and realized I never did a swatch. At all. I've also never felted before. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should be interesting. I'm going to try and sew it together tonight and felt it too. There is only a little bit of sewing up to do before the big washie washie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be taking a bit of a break from the mittens. I think it's because I have to rip them again. I don't like the decreases that I've done and so now I must redo them. Again. And then do the thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started another new project as well. I've discovered that knitting anything that even remotely requires thought does not work on the subway or at work. So - I'm knitting a shawl. And it is out of my stash. I have two balls of Bernat Harmony in black that I bought that was going to be a Christmas scarf, and when the yarn is done, the scarf is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless it looks stupid or too short, and then we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the shawl pattern is just cast on three, knit first row. Next row - knit one, yarn over, knit until you have just one stitch on source needle, yarnover, knit last stitch. Repeat until you almost run out of yarn, then cast off loosely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being good. Stash-knitting and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I'm going to have to switch needles. I'm currently using my one bamboo circular by Clover, and the acrylic sticks too much. I'm going to have to use my knitpicks circ in the same size.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-1527407185739833234?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1527407185739833234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=1527407185739833234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1527407185739833234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1527407185739833234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-love-friday.html' title='I LOVE FRIDAY!!!!'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-2588423428488375060</id><published>2007-01-17T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:55:44.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if I've got all that I need from Pitney Bowes, but I did get some of it.   And found out that the phone lines were indeed down, and that the PB people couldn't actually call out.   Sucks to be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize until the next day but I picked the day of Canada Post's big rate change to call to order printing supplies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I not as smart as I could hope? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.  Not the smartest bunny in the clover patch right now.  Smart bunnies call stupid companies when it is not Crazy Busy Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.  It's Pitney Bowes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-2588423428488375060?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/2588423428488375060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=2588423428488375060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/2588423428488375060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/2588423428488375060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/01/ha-ha-ha-ha-ha.html' title='Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-6774942808153583280</id><published>2007-01-15T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T07:52:35.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On hold....</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for Pitney Bowes to pick up their phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on hold for over 45 minutes. After being repeatedly disconnected from one of their numbers many times, and discovering that their previous ordering phone number is no longer in service or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate pitney bowes. If you are a company thinking to use them - do not. Save yourself the aggrivation. Find another company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note. I want to share a few links. Because I can do that while I'm holding the phone to my ear with my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Favourite Links (or one day I will update my links, but not today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://samuraiknitter.blogspot.com"&gt;Samurai Knitter&lt;/a&gt; - She's fun, she knits and she has a cute baby. I'm not so obsessed with the cute baby thing, but it is nice to hear someone talk about parent-life in a way that seems kindof realistic. You know her baby is cute, but that she also will have bad days.  I knew I would like her blog when I read her discription of her arm pain, and when I read the phrase "demented weasels" I knew that this would be a blog I would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.com"&gt;Yarn Harlot&lt;/a&gt; - Also funny, and it's nice to know that someone who knits as wonderfully as she does also makes mistakes.  It leaves me hopeful.  The only downside - she doesn't like crochet. However, she did leave comments on my blog.  Yay!  I'm cool.  Almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-6774942808153583280?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6774942808153583280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=6774942808153583280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/6774942808153583280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/6774942808153583280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-hold.html' title='On hold....'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-7236045189533339872</id><published>2007-01-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T08:47:25.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Update'/><title type='text'>Back at Home...</title><content type='html'>To my great surprise, Toronto has started to feel like home. Coming back to our apartment definitely felt like home. It was a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh, but not as badly arrgh as I was expecting. I think that I'm almost caught up and almost done with the beginning of year stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell asleep just before nine last night, and woke up at 10 am feeling pretty chipper. Which is odd, because today I have a very long list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) do laundry&lt;br /&gt;2) clean the living room&lt;br /&gt;3) clean the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;4) maybe finish unpacking the last suitcase&lt;br /&gt;5) sort clothes, giving away all the clothes that don't fit and I don't wear so that I can put all my new clothes (NEW CLOTHES!!!!!! YAY!!!! NEW CLOTHES!!!!) in the closet nicely.&lt;br /&gt;5) play with my new knitting needles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting is, of course, playing with my new knitting needles. While I was home, I got new yarn. Some of it is for me, some of it is presents. However, I get more new mittens, and a new hat. To knit those things, I needed new needles. So - I am now the proud owner of a set of Clover 2.00 mm dpns, and a set of Clover 5.0 mm dpns. This should be fun, and definitely be an incentive to learn how to download pictures onto the internet from our camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go and finish the last episode of season two of Buffy now and play with my 2.00 mms. Then I'll start cleaning. Yup. Then I'll start cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-7236045189533339872?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7236045189533339872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=7236045189533339872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/7236045189533339872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/7236045189533339872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-at-home.html' title='Back at Home...'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-8398027650900538492</id><published>2006-12-13T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T20:30:23.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Link'/><title type='text'>Still Packing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.catsa-acsta.gc.ca/english/travel_voyage/list.shtml#dangerousarticles"&gt;Always a fun read.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go enjoy.  I'll be home this time tomorrow.  Or at the very least, I'll be on the plane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-8398027650900538492?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/8398027650900538492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=8398027650900538492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/8398027650900538492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/8398027650900538492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/12/still-packing.html' title='Still Packing....'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-7596735026212847521</id><published>2006-12-12T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T16:41:12.224-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><title type='text'>Crowded</title><content type='html'>I think I've come to grips with the fact that Toronto is not home, will not be home, and probably never will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate it here, but I don't love it either. It seems to be pretty ok most of the time. I've gotten familiar with some parts of Toronto, and can make my way myself through several places without even a map.  Some sights are becoming immediately recognizable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shopping is fun, especially for yarn, but the air smells like vehicles all the time. Public bathrooms are usually disgusting. There's so much stuff here. So many people, so many stores, so much random crap everywhere. Stores vomiting up random merchandise onto the street. There isn't too much of that at home, it just doesn't happen. Sometimes something will happen, or someone will say something, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to feel like you can catch a breath here sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels a little like I'm on an extended vacation from my real life and when I go home, my life will start up again, except that right now, I am working, so that's not very vacation-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-7596735026212847521?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/7596735026212847521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=7596735026212847521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/7596735026212847521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/7596735026212847521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/12/crowded.html' title='Crowded'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-1473151404172247155</id><published>2006-12-10T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:50:06.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pattern'/><title type='text'>Easy Peasy Free Lace Pattern</title><content type='html'>So, here is my lace pattern. It is fun, and pretty easy. I think it is a great starting lace pattern because there is a good balance of knitting and lace knitting. It will keep you from being bored, but won't drive you to drink. I borrowed heavily from Donna Kooler's Encyclopedia of Knitting Stitch pattern "Feather and Fan".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by 'borrowed heavily' you mean pretty much 'cut and pasted'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dimensions of this scarf are still pretty nebulous, since I haven't blocked mine yet, however, it is currently about the width of my hand, and goes from just below my belt, around my neck, and back down to just below my belt. So it is long enough to not look funny for a decorative scarf. However, be warned that it isn't really wide enough to be a proper "it's minus 40 out right now and I need something to keep from losing my face to frostbite" scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will need&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Circular needles (or not, again, this is your choice) at least a size 11 or bigger if you've got them. I used 11 because that was the biggest I had. I would have used a bit bigger if I could, like a 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 skein of bulky weight wool yarn. Or not. It's not like there is a gauge or anything. Pick something you think is pretty and you keep touching. Use a needle size a bit larger than what your yarn calls for. Remember, the bigger the needle, the bigger the holes. However, also remember that there is an inverse relationship between size of holes and warmth of scarf. I used Lamb's Pride Bulky in White Frost. The mohair is really pretty with the lacyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A row counter, but only if you really like using them. Unless you like to live on the edge, like I generally do. Although it is more of a "losing small articles is very common" rather than a "has problems with authority figures" sort of living on the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notes: You can do a gauge swatch, if you like doing that kind of thing. They're also good for getting used to a new yarn, but again, a scarf is a long rectangle, and there isn't any fitting or not fitting, there is only not long enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast on 12 VERY LOOSELY. I did a long-tail cast on, because it is the only one I know, and the others don't really make too much sense from only pictures. However, it did work, and it is very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Begin&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R1: Knit all&lt;br /&gt;R2: K2tog, K2tog, YO K1, YO K1, YO K1, YO K1, K2tog, K2tog (This row is the lace row. It doesn't change. The sooner you memorize, the happier you will be)&lt;br /&gt;R3: Knit&lt;br /&gt;R4: k2tog, k2tog, YO K1, YO K1, YO K1, YO K1, k2tog, k2tog&lt;br /&gt;R5: Knit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Body&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Do this part until you have about 6 rows worth of yarn left, or you start going buggy.  Remember though, that it should be long enough to wrap at least once around the neck, and the ends should hang at about the belt of the person it is going to belong to.  Another good thing is to remember the approximate size of that person.  Kids = short.  Adults = long.  Big tall adults = even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R6: K2tog, K2tog, YO K1, YO K1, YO K1, YO K1, K2tog, K2tog&lt;br /&gt;R7: knit&lt;br /&gt;R8: knit&lt;br /&gt;R9: knit&lt;br /&gt;R10: knit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To Finish&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R11: K2tog, K2tog, YO K1, YO K1, YO K1, YO K1, K2tog, K2tog&lt;br /&gt;R12: Knit&lt;br /&gt;R13: K2tog, k2tog, YO k1, YO, k1, YO k1, YO K1, k2tog, k2tog&lt;br /&gt;R14: knit&lt;br /&gt;R15: Cast off LOOSELY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Helpful Hints:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the whole pattern.  No really, it might help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are knitting the lace row, think of it this way: "knit 2 together, knit 2 together, yarnover and knit one (think of it as one step, and errors will be easier to fix and find) until there are only four stitches left on your source needle, then knit 2 together, knit 2 together"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are doing the full 4 rows of garterstitch between each lace row, there will be two bumps one each side of your knitting between each lace row. If you are doing the 2 row alteration, you will only have one bump on each side of your knitting. This will be invaluable knowledge if you are prone to losing row counters or just don't feel like using one at all. Picking up your knitting in the middle of a repeat has just lost its terror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alterations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Leave out R9 &amp;amp; R10 for a more lacy lace. However, make sure that your lace repeat has an even number of rows of knitting between each lace row, because otherwise your lace will become off center and look really odd. Not that I know this for a fact. Oh no, not me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Change the second k2tog to a ssk, or your favourite left slanting decrease. Not that I know any left slanting decreases yet, but someday. Someday that knowledge will be mine. When I get off my butt and go look it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Make the scarf three times as wide by repeating the pattern three times. However, you will then need approximately three times the yarn. Just so you know. But this could be really interesting in a "I totally am just thinking of this right now and have never actually tried this" kind of way. You could make the lace row:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k2tog 6x, YO K1 12x, k2tog 6x*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(k2tog 2x, YO K1 4x, k2tog 2x)3x*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I totally haven't tried it out and have no idea how it would work in reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;2x means two times, 6x means six times, ()3x means do everything inside the parentheses three times. Just so you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-1473151404172247155?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1473151404172247155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=1473151404172247155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1473151404172247155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1473151404172247155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/12/easy-peasy-free-lace-pattern.html' title='Easy Peasy Free Lace Pattern'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-6447443486254323541</id><published>2006-12-10T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T17:39:17.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now for something completely different...</title><content type='html'>After a barely useful day of Christmas shopping, I discovered &lt;a href="http://www.dccomics.com/features/astro/ecomic.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favourite comics has an issue online.  I definitely recommend it, for anyone who likes superheroes, or even just grand stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-6447443486254323541?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/6447443486254323541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=6447443486254323541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/6447443486254323541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/6447443486254323541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-now-for-something-completely.html' title='And now for something completely different...'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-1654425694450330379</id><published>2006-12-08T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T08:28:09.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>News News News</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Work News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is slowing down. And by slowing down, I actually mean that I think I might be a little less stressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today there aren't any bosses in the office. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the work Christmas party. Everyone gets to donate money for World Vision goats, and then bring a White Elephant present instead of buying presents for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory it works a little bit better than in actuality, as not everyone who works here and is coming to the Christmas party has a house. A House Full of Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Charming and I do have an apartment, we were actually pretty good about what we packed and brought so we are high on the essentials, but low on random stuff we never use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knitting News&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first three scarves are done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stockinette faux-clapotis for A is done, and wickedly curly. I'm not sure how well it will work, because it is made of acrylic, and I don't think you can block acrylic. However, it turned out to be this really long decorative scarf, so it should be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The racing stripes for S is done, and looks not bad. Still a little curly, despite its border, but nowehere near as bad as A's scarf, and the colors are very nice. The stripes are not lying flat because I was knitting tightly as usual, and it wasn't until I relaxed about half way through the scarf and realized that drinking wine + knitting means that two-color knitting can lay flat. So then I had to tighten it up to finish it. Because then it means that it looks like you meant it to do that. Which I did once I saw how it turned out. It looks pretty cool, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lacy scarf for G is done, and was ridiculously easy and fast. The final pattern turned out to be a variation of feather and fan. The variation was that it was one repeat, in a garterstitch, not stockinette. Because I was so sick of curly scarves. SO SICK. I should post this pattern for anyone who might want to try lace, but thinks it is scary. The scarf is really pretty too. I think I might have to make one like it for myself, but maybe in a bright red or something fun. The yarn is a bit scratchier than the others, because that yarn was originally planned to be something for me, and I couldn't make up my mind, and I ended up ripping it a bunch. It will definitely get washed in conditioner. I still can't really believe that it was so much fun seeing the lace row come out after you knitted it. It's not exactly like the row ever changed, but damn, it was so fun seeing the holes show themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cabled scarf is coming along nicely, and I've discovered that CABLING IS FUN!!! and also easy. It does need a rowcounter though, but I've developed a rhythm, so its getting a little better. Fortunately, I'm using a very dark yarn, so any artistic licsences are not as noticeable as they could be. Cabling is also very good for when you are stressed. I think it's the twisty-ness that makes it so satisfying.  I now really want the Cables Untangled book.  I was in a bookstore last night and flipped through it, and it looks pretty good, plus she has a TON of cable patterns in the back.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit a very strong weakness for stitch patterns.  Not so much for patterns themselves, but definitely for stitch patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my scarves are knitted in Lamb's Pride Bulky, except for A's acrylic which is Patons Chunky Softee (in Carnival).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-1654425694450330379?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/1654425694450330379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=1654425694450330379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1654425694450330379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/1654425694450330379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/12/news-news-news.html' title='News News News'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-116404338040856463</id><published>2006-11-20T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T20:29:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Knitting</title><content type='html'>I've started my planning for Christmas Knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I will:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) crash and burn or&lt;br /&gt;b) totally kick ass with the knitted gifts and win everyone's admiration and acclaim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It involves a lot of scarves. I'm actually happy about this because a scarf is a good way to try to try something new without a lot of investment. Like cables. Or lace. Or two colour knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My List of Scarves to Make... so far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A's scarf - it is a stockinette with a k2tog yo border. It is the scrolling curler of epic proportions. I started it last monday.&lt;br /&gt;2. S's scarf - something with a racing stripe in manly yarn.&lt;br /&gt;3. Polar Bear's scarf - cables? in a dark blue&lt;br /&gt;4. Grizzly Bear's scarf - more cables? something? who knows?&lt;br /&gt;5. G's scarf - white garterstitch lace of some sort&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-116404338040856463?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/116404338040856463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=116404338040856463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116404338040856463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116404338040856463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/11/christmas-knitting.html' title='Christmas Knitting'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-116360368342283693</id><published>2006-11-15T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T07:27:25.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rank Heresy</title><content type='html'>I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very quiet right now, and while I do have a big bunch of stuff to do, I really don't want to do any of it. I want to have a nap. This is not at all surprising. What is surprising is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore a skirt today, and have mostly bare legs. I'm wearing my leather boots, but still, that doesn't equal pants. I have the window open right now. It feels so wrong to be wearing skirts in November. It feels like heresy most rank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing a skirt, and I didn't freeze on my trip to work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another surprising thing, I was in the best mood walking to work and for the first few hours. I was all chipper and cheerful watching the extremely fat squirrels running around Philosopher's Walk as I was coming to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... I feel like all I want is a nap. Or maybe some nice mindless knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I started a new scarf after I cast off my italian babyblanket. It is pretty fun. Its just stockingette with a knit2tog, yarnover border. The interesting part is that I'm probably using needles about 2 full sizes too small, and it's making the fabric really dense, and causing this odd rolling. It looks like a partially rolled scroll. I'm using Bernat Chunkee Bulky (?) in Carnivale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-116360368342283693?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/116360368342283693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=116360368342283693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116360368342283693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116360368342283693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/11/rank-heresy.html' title='Rank Heresy'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-116226042821764796</id><published>2006-10-30T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:03:10.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More On The Knitting Disaster.  And Other News.</title><content type='html'>So after knitting myself into a peaceful stupor on (by? with?) the Italian baby blanket and a very nice nap, I'm ready to face the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A giant ripping will ensue. Soon. I was actually thinking that it would have been very fun to have a Halloween post involving me filming the ripping of the AfkaS to scary music. Unfortunately, I would have needed Charming to film it and since he won't even stay in the room while I'm ripping, getting him to film it for me seems... a little optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a knitting reference book, &lt;a href="http://www.koolerdesign.com/bookknit.asp"&gt;Donna Kooler&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Donna-Koolers-Encyclopedia-Knitting-Projects/dp/1574862839/ref=sr_11_1/702-3118892-7824030"&gt;Encyclopedia of Knitting&lt;/a&gt;. I quite like it, however, it does assume you know the basics. Somethings are easy to find (like different ways to cast on) and some things are difficult to find, like how exactly is a yarnover is supposed to be done (Thanks &lt;a href="http://www.knitty.com"&gt;Knitty&lt;/a&gt;!) . However, this &lt;a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/books/itemid_30518/books_display"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt; looks really good. The knitter's handy book of sweater patterns sounds good and useful. I think I might want to make myself a sweater because a) it's cold. b) I'm cold. and c) I'm always wearing a sweater or a cardigan. Why not make one for my own self? Then it would be long enough in the waist and arms, skinny enough in the arms and deep enough in the bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the fixing. I know my proportions (picked up stitches/row) was way too high. The heady feeling of almost being done was my downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, only 2.5 more balls of green left on the babyblanket, and then the border, and then I'm done. I've also noticed that I've gotten faster knitting so progress is going so well on something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. Did Stephanie really post in all of her &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.com"&gt;Yarn Harlotty &lt;/a&gt;goodness on my Blog? While that would be indescribably cool, but rather unknowable due to my statcounter not even registering any of the commentators so I can't even tell where they were from, grr. Although if that hit was from anywhere in Ontario at all, I would definitely be deciding that it was in fact, a hit from her own self. (On another note, is that as cool as meeting &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0277213/"&gt;Nathan Fillion&lt;/a&gt;? And getting a picture? And seeing him do very good improv?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pps. Ohh! There's a handy book of patterns too. Fun! And &lt;a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/yarns/itemid_5420160/yarn_display"&gt;Baby Alpaca for sale&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppps. For those who might be interested, I got the job. Now I get to work my buns off getting everything ready for when the maternity leave actually starts. I'm looking forward to it. Also looking forward to less depressing paycheques. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-116226042821764796?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/116226042821764796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=116226042821764796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116226042821764796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116226042821764796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/10/more-on-knitting-disaster-and-other.html' title='More On The Knitting Disaster.  And Other News.'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-116218605366706404</id><published>2006-10-29T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T23:07:47.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Knitting Disaster Has Struck</title><content type='html'>My very first knitting disaster has struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my Afghan formerly known as Scarf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to adapt it into a lapblanket for my Grannie, after seeing one in a store. The perfect part of that plan meant that I didn't have to do anymore of the pretty wide rows of garterstitch because it was definitely long enough for Grannie to use when sitting in her wheelchair (she recently hurt herself and is now in the wheelchair for a while).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this meant that the AfkaS was not quite wide enough to go across the lap, so I decided to pick up stitches along the side and put on about 5 more rows of stockinette to match the bit of pattern I put on it (three rows of stockinette, which made a nice contrast to the garterstitch). So I picked up stitches along the side and painfully knit the border on. After row 4, I discovered that the border was on backwards, so that the purl side was showing on the right side of the piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I didn't care. Knitting those rows actually hurt. Not only were those rows even MORE boring than knitting the length, but knitting them was painful in a way that I've never had to go through before. It was more painful than knitting a whole ball of &lt;a href="http://www.knitpicks.com/yarns/itemid_5420140/yarn_display"&gt;Shine Worsted &lt;/a&gt;(stockinette) in one day and mostly one sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had to do with the splitty-ness and the tension of the &lt;a href="http://cache.lionbrand.com/yarns/homespun.htm"&gt;yarn I was using &lt;/a&gt;(and USED to love, but now super hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. That is not the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The border is supposed to be flat and even, just an extension on main piece. It is this wide curvy ruffle thing that is erupting from the side of the AfkaS. Its huge. It is not at all what I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to fix it, but I do know who to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who To Blame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Knitter. She is the one who taught me how to knit, and lives two time zones away. She lives in a place where I can't just run upstairs and bang on the door and get her to show me how to do something. Therefore, some of the blame belongs to her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.com"&gt;Yarn Harlot&lt;/a&gt;. Somewhere in her blog she mentioned picking up stitches and knitting off the edge.  Sounds easy.  But its not.  Not at all.  Her stuff comes out looking like pretty lace.  Mine comes out looking like.... I have no idea.  Crappy ruffles.  They aren't even cute ruffles.  Just lame crappy ruffles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The person on our floor who keeps stealing our paper.  You big jerk.  Not being able to read my paper on the days when you steal it obviously made me get the whole picking up stitches thing wrong.  Do you feel any guilt at all?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-116218605366706404?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/116218605366706404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=116218605366706404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116218605366706404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116218605366706404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/10/knitting-disaster-has-struck.html' title='A Knitting Disaster Has Struck'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-116200233933869895</id><published>2006-10-27T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:25:45.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey.</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this exact minute, I feel like I've just sidled up to a group of people that I kind of know and am faced with the mind-numbing task of breaking into conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I have no idea what the other part of the conversation is about, or what pace it's at or anything. Apparently I'm speaking into a void right now which would make sense, since I'm actually posting on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start with knitting, because I have knitting news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knitting (and Crocheting... This section should actually be called Yarn.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought birch double pointed knitting needles. I am in love. I love the wood in my hands, I love the smooth warmth of the needles. I love the simplicity of &lt;a href="http://www.brittanyneedles.com/bkwood.html"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortuntately there is no picture, but they are dpns. Dpns all look the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love. Love. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crocheted my first flower (that I really like). I've been playing with making flowers (both knitting and crocheted, but crocheting is faster and quite a bit easier for me. My flower is a faux poppy; as today, when I was gadding about, I saw that people had started to wear their poppies. I do wear my poppy all month, but I'm forever losing mine and then end up wearing a poppy i found on the floor. So this year, I'm making my own. If I see a stand selling them, I'll still try to drop some change, but I'm not going to bother attempting to wear them. I'll try to take a picture of the poppy and post it later, but I'll have to do it when Charming is a bit less busy with schoolwork. I've never downloaded pictures before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the Job Front.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new to report. I do have a meeting on Tuesday, and hopefully it will be good news. However, as long as it is definite, I'll be happy. I hate limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate. Hate. Hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst test anxiety in school tended to be after I'd written the test, and before marks got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Married Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like married. I like it alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels really good. I love having Charming around, and just that we're able to spend time and be together. I love that I come home to someone who loves me. I love that there is someone at home to take care of, and who also takes care of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really love that wedding planning is over and done with and I never ever have to see another bridal anything store ever. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living in the Really Big City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten used to living in the RBC, and finally feel like Alice in Wonderland after she figured out which bit of mushroom to eat to get large, and which bottle to drink from to get small again. The world did finally stop spinning. Which is always nice, because I do get motionsick from that sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can leave the apartment building (usually) without my map, and can find my way around certain areas all on my own quite well. I'm pretty proud of myself. It took time and work to get this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the point where I don't mind it here, and do like some things about the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still ok with moving home when the time comes though. That will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion (or I'm off, just going to say bye for now)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for now. That's my news. I"m going to go watch Babylon 5 with Charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm getting a hair cut. The person who is doing it said something about 3 from Battlestar Galactica. I'm intruiged and ready for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-116200233933869895?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/116200233933869895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=116200233933869895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116200233933869895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116200233933869895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey.html' title='Hey.'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-116158069499631225</id><published>2006-10-22T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T23:18:15.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger Ate My Post</title><content type='html'>ARRRGGGGGHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of writing this big long post saying how sorry I was about my long neglect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger ate my post.  And I think that it might be my *&amp;(*(%^$%##%*&amp;amp;^ computer's fault.  It does this thing, where the internet will forget that it is connected, and perfectly functional, and then I have to go and re-click or re-enter the website address and oddly enough, it will work.  It started when Charming made it so that we could have our own profiles (running windows xtra poo) and now the internet doesnt always work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:%$#@@!#$&amp;*^%$#@@$%^&amp;amp;*%^$()*&amp;^(&amp;amp;%^%$%"&gt;%$#@@!#$&amp;*^%$#@@$%^&amp;amp;*%^$()*&amp;^(&amp;amp;%^%$%#&lt;/a&gt;&amp;*&amp;amp;^^^&amp;* *(*%$%$$&amp;amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only sort of feel better.  I'm going to go knit now.  And go to bed.  I have to work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-116158069499631225?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/116158069499631225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=116158069499631225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116158069499631225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/116158069499631225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/10/blogger-ate-my-post.html' title='Blogger Ate My Post'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115982465159543352</id><published>2006-10-02T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:43:36.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a street in a strange world...</title><content type='html'>The dvd is just at the part where they are discussing the video for You can call me Al. It is definitely one of the best videos ever. It is comic genius. Chevy Chase sings in a bare pink room while Paul Simon plays the instrumental parts. Especially compared to the original video, which is a great example of why we don't need to go back to the eighties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenstar.org/butterflies/Hole-in-the-Wall.htm"&gt;http://www.greenstar.org/butterflies/Hole-in-the-Wall.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is crazy.  absolutely crazy, and completely fascinating.  everyone should read this.  this is so cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115982465159543352?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115982465159543352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115982465159543352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115982465159543352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115982465159543352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/10/street-in-strange-world.html' title='a street in a strange world...'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115982410029121483</id><published>2006-10-02T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:21:40.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>I've changed my template again, becasue of two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I hate not having comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I really hate that no one can see the titles of my posts. A title is important.  It tells you what is going on.  I put them in for a reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115982410029121483?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115982410029121483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115982410029121483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115982410029121483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115982410029121483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115982340329614517</id><published>2006-10-02T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T15:10:03.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i to blow against the wind?</title><content type='html'>i'm listening to a dvd that my dad gave me.  it's doing a good job of cheering me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the middle of doing laundry, cleaning, putting more stuff away and then doing dishes, maybe laundry, possibly some baking for our thanksgiving roadtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dvd is the one about Paul Simon's Graceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have that recording on tape when i was little, and i warped it because i played it so often.  I've had several copies of the cd, because i'm also brutal on cds.  I scratch them like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to play it so quietly as i was falling asleep.  On a good night, I would listen to one side of the tape, when I couldn't sleep, I would hear both sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite possible my favourite cd.  I haven't listened to it for a long time, because all my cd's are mostly put away, and I'd forgotten how much i love that cd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115982340329614517?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115982340329614517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115982340329614517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115982340329614517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115982340329614517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-am-i-to-blow-against-wind.html' title='who am i to blow against the wind?'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115861675589371418</id><published>2006-09-18T15:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T15:59:15.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhaa Bhaa Bhaam Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes and purses are done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Cross - I still have to print off and re-check off that daft section again.  And re-fax it.  Yippee.  However, my actual print file seems to be unavailable.  Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having worked in a dental office for years, I do believe that this is cover-my-ass speak for some dip lost the file.  Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place looks surprisingly the same.  I would have to say I feel pretty cheated right about now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115861675589371418?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115861675589371418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115861675589371418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115861675589371418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115861675589371418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/09/bhaa-bhaa-bhaam-vol-2.html' title='Bhaa Bhaa Bhaam Vol. 2'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115860962854038838</id><published>2006-09-18T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T14:00:28.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bhaa Bhaa Bhaaam</title><content type='html'>So things are very messy in married-land right now.  As soon as I finish this little post my exciting jobs for the day are to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)Call Blue Cross (health insurance) and figure out why there are problems with my application.  After calling them back, I discovered that apparently part of the form didn't get faxed.  It was the check yes or no, have you ever had ________ part of the form.  I asked why I couldnt just fill it in over the phone (which apparently was Very Much Not Done), I discovered that the person who I was talking with didn't have my file.  I asked if they had recieved my medical history yet.  She also didn't know.  Then the girl decided that I probably should talk to the person who actually had my file.  Sounds good, yes?  Except that that person was also on the phone and was supposed to call me back, and hasn't yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Clean house.  More specifically this means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) Unpack shoes and put them away.&lt;br /&gt;b) Put away clothes.  Put dirty clothes in hamper/dirty clothes pile.&lt;br /&gt;c) Put away bags/purses. Somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;d) Start emptying the bookcase that Prince Charming is going to use for his research/school books.&lt;br /&gt;e) Organize the Bathroom.  Sounds small, is actually terrible due to the exceedingly large amount of bath-stuff I presently own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Take something out for dinner for when Charming comes home.  Goodness only knows what that should/could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Work on my knitting.  I've started working on an exciting new project that is working out shockingly well so far.  I just have to adjust a pattern or two, and it will be perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe.  In other knitting news, I'm still progressing on my Afghan formerly known as a Scarf, and thinking about getting back to work on my baby blanket.   Once things get tidied up a bit, knitting will go faster.  Along with everything else I suppose too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is my life right now, along with just hanging out with Charming and enjoying being married.  Its nice having someone to come home to. Charming is gone today, at school, so I've been pretty lazy so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajamas? Check.  No shower? Check.  Breakfast of cookies? Check.  Lunch of leftovers? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that I made cookies?  I made chocolate chip cookies that are super great.  And tea buscuits that also turned out.  Charming made tea buscuits yesterday that turned out... not bad, but I've had better.  He asked me if I could taste anything different and... I wasn't sure.   There was something, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.  Then he told me he used my vanilla soy milk instead of milk.  Bleah.  For your information, vanilla soy milk leaves tea buscuits rather dense and tasting like soy.  Now you know, and you don't have to experiment.  It is ok in a pinch, but I don't really recommend it.  Which is somewhat funny, because I drink vanilla soy milk.  It's ok.   I think I like it, it is a good milk substitute, and it is great with cookies.  If I could drink milk without all the fun that being lactose intolerant involves, I wouldn't go near it.  I honestly think that people who drink soy because "it's good for you" or "they just like it" are actually crazy.  Crazy.  There are a very few types of soy milk that actually taste good.  Soy itself is gross.  It is not good.  I just can't stress that little point enough.  It does not have the natural sweetness that milk does, and requires much sugar to be palatable.  Loads of sugar.  Truckloads of sugar.  Aircraft carriers full of sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm.  Sugar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115860962854038838?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115860962854038838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115860962854038838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115860962854038838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115860962854038838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/09/bhaa-bhaa-bhaaam.html' title='Bhaa Bhaa Bhaaam'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115741936367616180</id><published>2006-09-04T19:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T19:22:43.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Right, You Heard Me</title><content type='html'>The fighter jets were particularly busy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, you heard me.  Fighter jets.  There are fighter jets flying over Toronto pretty steadily during the day, since Friday or Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first time I mentioned them, Prince Charming looked at me and thought that I mis-said jumbo jets (which totally sound different, I think).  He didn't quite believe me that there were fighter jets,* until we saw some flying overhead. However, when I was in Greece, the fighter jets used to fly overhead every so often on their way to heaven only knows (but probably Cyprus or the Greek-Turkish border**) and so you get to recognize the sound as they fly past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, Prince Charming, while waiting for the rest of our stuff to show up, have begun to play a computer game.  It is very old and called "Under a Steel Sky".   We are at about 1/3 through.  I kindof like it.  It is slowed down (so I can play) and involves funny dialouge and much pointing and clicking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Prince Charming would like to say that he had thought that that it was fighter jets first, and thought that I was thinking that they were only jumbo jets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;** Prince Charming says that they were probably just on a routine patrol, but I didn't think that they liked Turkey very much over there, because I saw this poster one time and it did a great job of making Turkey look like a not-nice place to go, and I also have a very fuzzy grasp of Cyprus' history.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115741936367616180?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115741936367616180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115741936367616180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115741936367616180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115741936367616180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/09/thats-right-you-heard-me.html' title='That&apos;s Right, You Heard Me'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115708604557586730</id><published>2006-08-31T22:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T22:47:25.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>News From the Big City</title><content type='html'>So, Prince Charming and I have made it to the Big City and are tucked into our cute apartment, safe as houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm somewhat stunned as to what to say yet.  Most of our stuff is not here yet, but should be coming soon, but what is here is mostly set up.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly getting used to life in the Giant City, but am still glad that this is not a permanent thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, mostly just getting used to the fact that Prince Charming doesn't go home.  Because he lives here.  With me.  And I never get the bed to myself anymore.  Plus, he does this thing in the night, it works like turning overin your sleep, but it is actually more like a flying spin drop twist bounce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I will have to say that I do like married life so far.  It gets two thumbs up from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115708604557586730?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115708604557586730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115708604557586730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115708604557586730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115708604557586730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/08/news-from-big-city.html' title='News From the Big City'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115561529682857134</id><published>2006-08-14T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:14:56.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Over A Week</title><content type='html'>So Prince Charming and I have been married for just over a week, and so far, I like being married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've almost caught up on our sleep and are preparing for the big move. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so exciting.  I know.  So exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping today and bought all sorts of fascinating things, like a breadknife, sheets, a duvet, and a big bunch of super big towels.  Tomorrow we'll get closer to being finished the shopping stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Being Married!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Almost being done the shopping! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, actually I like the shopping part.  I could do with a bit more of that.  Fortunately, there is more shopping to be done.  Yay more shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115561529682857134?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115561529682857134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115561529682857134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115561529682857134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115561529682857134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-over-week.html' title='Just Over A Week'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115470486191662741</id><published>2006-08-04T09:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T09:21:05.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Sleep</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow Prince Charming and I are getting married. It feels strange, because this has been in the works for so long, I can hardly believe that it will all come into place tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited, and the only things I'm nervous about are the whole everyone staring at you as you walk down the aisle and forgetting something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it should go very well tomorrow, and tonight I'm going to bed early, because I'm also freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is letting you know why no posts in so long, Gentle Reader, in case you were wondering. Give me about a week or two, and I should be back to 'normal'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115470486191662741?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115470486191662741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115470486191662741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115470486191662741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115470486191662741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/08/one-more-sleep.html' title='One More Sleep'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115368432040807869</id><published>2006-07-23T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T13:54:40.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hot.</title><content type='html'>It's hot. It is blinking, freaking hot out right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is approximately a million degrees right now. Everything is hot. I am hot. It has gone past swooby and swass to simply sw-an.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, my basement, notorious for freezing in the fall, winter, spring, and early summer, has become nicely temperate. I'm leaving all my windows open and the breezes have warmed up my little cave to the point where I don't need to wear a sweater. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending quite a bit of time in my basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been spending time with my friends, and working on wedding stuff. And going to see movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen Pirates of the Carribean 2, and Superman Returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are very good. I recommend them, especially going to the matinee. It's blinking hot outside, and cool on the inside, and the theatres are pretty empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whistle Twice and I went yesterday to see Superman Returns, we both liked it.  The movie I mean, we didn't like paying $3.50 for crappy fake lemonade or $4 for a bag of smarties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time we're bringing our own snacks. Oh yeah, the joy of carrying a big purse.  It's the only way to go to the movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115368432040807869?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115368432040807869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115368432040807869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115368432040807869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115368432040807869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Hot.'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115319462761213612</id><published>2006-07-17T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:50:27.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Highlights for this Slackerly Weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)  Saw Pirates 2.  This was a super good movie.  The characters have become more complex and interesting, especially Norrington and Elizabeth.  The only downside was that Knitter told me that Keira Knightley's accent in the movie is her actual accent.  This means that it won't get better.  It won't change.  There will be three movies of listening to her dippy accent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Went to the Library and took out a large group of CD's.  This means fun music to wake up and listen to, and also start collecting music for the wedding reception.  This is only somewhat productive, because I sincerely doubt that Rev. Horton Heat will be dinner music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Spent time with Prince Charming.  It's amazing how busy two people can get when they are getting married/working/etc. and end up not having anytime to see each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Bought a very nice mattress.  It is a pocket coil, and should be very nice to sleep on.  It will be a definite change, since my mattress is both hard and uncomfortable.  Once I'm able to sleep on it, I will definitely let everyone know how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Had breakfast with my dad, Polar Bear.  He's gone up north to work, following the 10 in/4 out schedule.   He's liking the work and so it was nice to see him.  We do breakfast together Saturday mornings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, back to other things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was pretty productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually meaning that.  It is quite shocking.  After a rather slackerly weekend,  it was time to get to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course this automatically means that tomorrow something horrendous will show up and derail absolutely everything, but one can only hope that this derailment won't be too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming and I spent several hours today working on The Master List.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only was that time utterly enthralling, but it was also very fun.  I will admit to being somewhat relieved because now it means that there is an end in sight.  It may be a long way off, but it is in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind is blowing and a thunderstorm is here.  Except for the fact that my head hurts, I love this weather.  The wind never smells as sweet as when it is raining and thundering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115319462761213612?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115319462761213612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115319462761213612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115319462761213612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115319462761213612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/07/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115299724007614148</id><published>2006-07-15T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T15:00:40.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit of an Update</title><content type='html'>So, for those of you just tuning in, I've been away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work got busy, wedding stuff went insane, and I stopped posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, now I'm back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the huge mistake of going to a completely unreliable "professional" dressmaker.  After being talked down to, bullied and repeatedly "misunderstood," I called in the big guns and my problem was fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it is as fixed as it can be until I see it with the alterations done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be overjoyed to tell that sad tale later.  After I'm done catching up on all the stuff that got left behind because I was too busy trying to track down my dressmaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am back.  I missed posting.  I missed reading up on what other people are doing.  I also missed the peace of not having to deal with the dressmaker on an almost daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I will be calling the Better Business Bureau as soon as my (perfect, and it will be perfect) dress is in my hot little hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In happier news, I've got an order of fancy knitting needles and much yarn coming in.  It should be great.  Anytime I get stressed, I just say three things to myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It will be over soon.&lt;br /&gt;2) There is no way that the dressmaker is making any money on my dress. (Petty? I think not.  If I'm not allowed charge her for my wasted time, she's not allowed to make a profit on my dress)&lt;br /&gt;3) Best of all, I have new fancy needles coming!  Yay! And yarn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I get to bother Gamer every day and ask him where my package is.  He likes it when I do that.  Alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115299724007614148?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115299724007614148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115299724007614148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115299724007614148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115299724007614148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/07/bit-of-update.html' title='A Bit of an Update'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115169453872587341</id><published>2006-06-30T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T13:08:58.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laa Dee Dah</title><content type='html'>So, lunch at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job gives me lots of time to think, but I feel a bit odd posting here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Why does the bathroom smell so much?  It is a girls washroom.  I've never been in a bathroom so consistently awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Why is the coffee so consistently awful?  I'm serious.  It's terrible.  Black as death, burnt to a crisp.  I finally found a way to make it drinkable, and that is to mix one package of hot chocolate, fill the cup half full of water, and then add coffee and stir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Ardberg to go and see the Omen 666. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting.  Definitely interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dogs are evil.  You especially know that they are evil because of the evil drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Mia Farrow is the only scary person in the movie.  She's actually scary.  And the most believable person in the movie.  Sorry glowery kid. Sorry Julia Stiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Apparently astrology and astronomy are the same thing.  No difference at all.  Same with crosses and crucifixes are also the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) The altar is not the table-y thing at the front.  Its just that bit of the carpet in the chancel steps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch ends, back to the salt mines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115169453872587341?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115169453872587341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115169453872587341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115169453872587341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115169453872587341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/06/laa-dee-dah.html' title='Laa Dee Dah'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115108895895417327</id><published>2006-06-23T12:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T16:56:42.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me and Not-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was your hands that stapled these papers together,&lt;br /&gt;as quickly and thoughtlessly as I rip them apart.&lt;br /&gt;I touch these things that you have touched.&lt;br /&gt;You are a stranger,&lt;br /&gt;I would not know you on the street&lt;br /&gt;But here we are, almost touching.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you&lt;br /&gt;wear gloves (size large),&lt;br /&gt;have a preference for chicken quesadillas (extra salsa),&lt;br /&gt;and are carrying a Motorola T5000.&lt;br /&gt;Your money is deposited into the proper account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Approval Please&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How good it is for invoices,&lt;br /&gt;To be made of only thin paper and black numbers,&lt;br /&gt;And not of sterner stuff, like heart and bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For invoices there is only a constant struggle,&lt;br /&gt;the search for approval, and confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;Upon the completion of their payment,&lt;br /&gt;banishment to a quiet graveyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115108895895417327?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115108895895417327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115108895895417327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115108895895417327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115108895895417327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/06/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115101766860533502</id><published>2006-06-22T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:07:48.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;This is from a few days ago.  Apparently the emailing posts to blogger does not quite work from gmail.  Ick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I had the utterly unenviable job of sorting invoices again.  Also happening again today was someone "forgetting" that they had a foot and a half stack of invoices on their desk.  It was fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more interesting things to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.  On Saturday I went to my uncle Teacher Bear's retirement party.  It was a little strange (but really cool too) because some of my favourite teachers from high school were there too.  I got to talk to my old english teacher (who is still my favourite english teacher).  It was pretty cool.  Hanging around the firepit, almost but not quite setting yourself on fire, interacting with people I still respect on a more even level.  I wish I'd given him my blog.  I think he would like reading it.  He seemed encouraged that I had managed to avoid the "I need to look perfectly teased and make-upped to have worth as a person" trap.  We chatted about that and the pressure on girls to be pretty dolls.  I like to think I have better things to do than look perfect, but I will admit that I have my days too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever onward and upward, and I'll get there someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On excessively girly and frivolous news, my toes are missing a jewel again.  After going back and getting the ones I lost in the first week replaced, and having the girl seal them into the pedicure, I am now missing a little jewel.  I'm not very impressed.  I'll need to either resign myself to losing jewels and toe-sparkles being ephemeral or I'll need to try out other pedicurists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115101766860533502?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115101766860533502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115101766860533502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115101766860533502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115101766860533502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/06/time-at-work.html' title='Time at Work'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-115056360906887060</id><published>2006-06-17T10:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:58:37.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And So Our Week Draws Slowly To An End</title><content type='html'>This week has been long. I've been a very busy girl lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday - &lt;/strong&gt;Went to talk to Meenie about wedding cakes, had a celebratory dinner at Prince Charming's parents house, and we played the Train Game. Ticket To Ride (Europe). It is the Charming family's favourite game currently. I tend to kick ass at it. However, this time I lost severely. Oh well. Next time I'll rule the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; - I convocated. It was long, drawn out and exceedingly dull. I was the girl with the knitting. Mama Bear and Grizzly Bear (my dad) and Prince Charming were my guests. It was so nice! Everyone got along. My stepdad, Polar Bear, wasn't able to come because he had to work. Apparently he actually wanted to come. I was pretty surprised, because I didn't want to go, and wasn't expecting anyone else to want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday -&lt;/strong&gt; Went into work, and talked to the managers. They want me to move into another department (AR) when I'm not working in Accounts Payable. It will probably work out very nicely. The 3 days a week ends two weeks before the wedding, and the 2 days a week ends one week before the wedding. Did more filing and invoice-y stuff. Went out for dinner with Purple. It was nice to connect with her. She's my married girlfriend. I tend to get to see her when her husband is out of town and we do the incredibly girly things together that our partners won't do with us. Like watch Matthew McConahey (I know its spelt wrong, but no one really cares but you.) movies and check out the discount makeup section at the drugstore. Its pretty awesome. We also watch Sandra Dee movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday &lt;/strong&gt;- Worked. More invoices and checking statements. For lunch though, I met Palm Tree. She'd called me the night before, and it turns out that our two buildings touch. Yay! So we caught up. Apparently her parents are in Spain, and just got back from getting lost in Africa. She's been busy lately doing about 3 jobs. However, that is actually pretty normal for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming and I had our marriage prep course. The topic was good sex. It was interesting mostly because of my psych background. I've dealt somewhat with similar topics and I thought that you could really tell that the target demographic for this course is the married with small children group. If there was a more severe sexual disfunction than basic exhaustion and maybe some poor communication ( like say, physical disability or a sexual philia) I would not really recommend the course. Or rather, I would make sure to make it clear that this course is the basic beginner level. There would have to be much more advanced work to be done. Prince Charming agreed with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt; - Today is my first day in Accounts Recievable. The manager is much more hands on than the other one. That is a nice way of saying she's got more control issues. My first job is to sort invoices and put them in numerical order. My second job is to partially empty out the old ones, and then put the new ones in. It took me all fricking day and I'm still not done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never dealt with such an insane and counter-intuitive system. It didn't help that one of the two people supervising me had no idea how the system really worked. The other, I'll call Crazy Filing Cabinet Lady. She was extremely adamant on how the system worked. Extremely adamant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The super good thing about this job is that they don't have room for me in with the other girls. So where do they put me? In the ex-Chief Financial Officer's old office. Oh yeah! It is so sweet. It is pretty big (not a corner office, but hey, I've only been there like 2 weeks so far) and I get a super huge desk (which I totally used for all the invoices) AND I get a super nice leather chair and my own printer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dynamics of this side of the office are very different than AP. In AP it's pretty quiet, and I stay in my corner and work. Lots of work getting done. In AR, there is still work going on (that's what I get to file) but there is also a ton of talking and stuff. As I'm not always in a corner, I also see more of everyone wandering around. I'm at the point where I'm beginning to recognize faces, but if you don't tell me what to do, I don't know your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a Pampered Chef shower, and that was super awesome. I've never been a huge Pampered Chef type, but I had a great time. The lady was really low pressure and only did a bit of demonstration. She already knew most of the other people there from previous parties. The people that came were from my old old job. At the dental office. They are Mama Bear's coworkers, but they are more than that, they are like extra aunts. I've known most of them my entire life. There were flowers and cakes. It was so special. I'm going to miss seeing them every 6 months for checkups and cleanings. I have no fear of the dentist, and in fact, I look forward to going. I always get the fun prizes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; - More work and invoices. Lots of invoices. I had the worst time trying to concentrate though. It was good that I got to leave early, because I was pretty useless. I did get some stuff done but it was hard. I went for dinner with Coffee (Prince Charming's mum) as a convocation present. Then I got a present!!!! YAY!!!! My present is a knitting needle set. But we ran into troubles. We were ordering from Knitpicks, and I couldnt decide between the Denise interchangeable set (which is what Knitter has) and the Knitpicks interchangeable set. Knitter is in England, so I don't really know what to do. Aiee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Denise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;airplane safe (plastic small tips)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;semi-stupid carrying case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plastic tips (i do like metal better)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think that you get tags and stuff with it, but I'm not quite sure&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knitpicks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;perhaps airplane safe but maybe not, depends on how anal the person searching your bag is, even though the FTA says knitting needles are ok. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very nice carrying case&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;comes with lots of nice accessories, like tags telling you what gauge you are using on the project&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can buy extra bits for it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;metal tips (which i do like, but again, is it airplane safe?) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, dilemmas abound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; - got up early to go to the salon so she could fix my toes. The jewels were coming off and I was sad. Very sad. They shouldn't come off now though, because she put more goo on top. They look nice.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dropped off Stillettos runners that I've had forever so she can wear them golfing with her dad on Father's day. He's really nice, and apparently super excited. Stiletto does not golf. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here. Library. Picking up a hold. My geekiness is showing, its Finding Serenity: Anti-heroes, Lost shepherds and Space Hookers in Joss Whedon's Firefly. YEAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tonight my uncle is having is retirement party. It will be fun. It is my uncle the teacher. He taught me Social Studies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusion - &lt;/strong&gt;I'm tired, and I've been getting cranky. Well, actually I am moody. I've not been getting enough sleep and/or alone time (am a definite introvert) and it is really showing. Most everything has been super fun, but it still takes a big bunch out of me. Prince Charming is stressed, I'm stressed, but things should get better soon. We've made a just-us date for Sunday. A desparately needed date. Plus I'm napping today. Next week I'm going to be in bed by 10:30. Getting up at 6:30 does not work when you get to bed at 1 am every night. And I should be more used to working steadily. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-115056360906887060?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/115056360906887060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=115056360906887060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115056360906887060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/115056360906887060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-so-our-week-draws-slowly-to-end.html' title='And So Our Week Draws Slowly To An End'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114988771976481646</id><published>2006-06-09T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T15:15:26.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>I have exciting news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I now have gel toes, complete with little jewels. They are silly and perfect. I adore them, and now I want to do my fingernails. I really want to do my fingernails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Apparently showing up to work, sitting in the corner and doing whatever is enough to wow them. I'm not sure if this is a sort of a small fish in an even smaller pond type of deal, or if it means that my work ethic is actually somewhat impressive. How do I know this? Apparently the office that I'm working for can't get enough of me. It's so sweet. Oh yes. So, this means they want me as long as I'm here. Or so it seems. I'll actually find out on Tuesday, after Convocation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other ways of being exciting, Stiletto has had the following happen to her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Car broken into.&lt;br /&gt;2) Got a ticket for expired plates, had to beg to not get car towed.&lt;br /&gt;3)Car broken down in middle of rush hour.&lt;br /&gt;4) Car broken by tow truck.&lt;br /&gt;5) Car broken into again.&lt;br /&gt;6) Car rearended today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, she's not having a good day or week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114988771976481646?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114988771976481646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114988771976481646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114988771976481646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114988771976481646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114963878584115666</id><published>2006-06-06T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:45:54.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>I'm trying something new right now, to see if I can blog at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I said work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can stop being all shocked at my now un-unemployed status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun my new life, and I am a temp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this is not the worst job I've ever had, and the people here seem to be actually nice.  Part of me wonders if the other shoe will drop, but the other part just tells me to shut up and be glad we're not stuck in some damn bear suit* or working for a crazy drugged up restaraunt manager**.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Officially the worst job I've ever had.  Oh yes.  I was the Root Bear.  It was hot, it was smelly, and it was the most boring job I've ever had.   Well, it was boring until I got molested by some fratboy-types.  Then I got angry and was counting the time until I was done.  All in all, it was time that I'll never get back.  Completely and utterly wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** My worst boss ever.  Even worse than "My life is in ruins.  Again.  Let's watch me cry" manager.  I still want to go back to that job, just for a little bit, to tell her what I really think of her, and her management skills.  Oh yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114963878584115666?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114963878584115666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114963878584115666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114963878584115666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114963878584115666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/06/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114897622393128460</id><published>2006-05-30T01:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T02:03:44.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Things Happening Lately</title><content type='html'>1)  Had my first wedding shower yesterday.  It was amazing and fantastic.  Knitter and Prince Charming's mother and other sister-in-law put it all together and I was absolutely blown away.  It was a co-ed shower, and had people from Mama Bear's side of the family, my dad's side of the family, Prince Charming's mum's side of the family and lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had an aquatic theme.  They put blue fabric on the ceiling and hung little strings of fish from that.  There were fish-shaped cakes and cookies.  There was tasty punch, two-bite brownies, rice crispy squares, 7-layer dip, and so much more food that I'm not sure I even got to try it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice breaker was a modified form of Guess Who, where you had to figure out who the name was on your back, and then find your match.  Knitter made me Prince Charming, and I had to find Cinderella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone got divided into groups and decorated a pair of flipflops.  We had rhinestones, beach glass, seed beads, charms, shells, and glitter glue to use to make the most "fabulous" flipflops ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that was winding down, there was a fishing game in the jacuzzi tub in the basement.  It had fishing poles with magnets for hooks and magnetic fish floating around.  If you got the right numbered fish, you got a prize.  That game was surprisingly fun for all.  Everyone wanted another turn at that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a trivia quiz that was fun and shockingly tricky.  Not everyone knows that it is Prince Charming that owns the most expensive pair of shoes out of the two of us!  Ha! Not me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did the opening presents thing.  Prince Charming tells me that by that point in time, everything was a big blur for him.  He told me that he thought that it was rude to have someone writing down the list of presents and who gave them.  I just looked at him, and told him: a) everyone expects it, b) no one thinks its rude, and c) how else are we supposed to remember anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed, nodded, and said he understood, but everything was still feeling strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to having super large amounts of fun.  Sometimes it doesn't pay to think too much.  Just smile, laugh and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I started Sewing II.  It's a weekly sewing class that I've been doing with Prince Charming's mum, Coffee.  We did Sewing I earlier this year.  However, this class kindof jumped up on us both, and so we ended up spending today finishing our projects from the last session that we'd almost finished. This is &lt;a href="http://www.simplicity.com/index.cfm?cat=1&amp;type=1&amp;amp;sec=5&amp;id=12&amp;amp;startrow=1"&gt;my old project &lt;/a&gt;(#4256 in a red twill, view C). My new project looks like &lt;a href="http://www.simplicity.com/index.cfm?page=thumbnail.cfm&amp;cat=1&amp;amp;type=1&amp;sec=8&amp;amp;id=17&amp;StartRow=19"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; (#5047 in a very nice pale green drape-y polyester).  I'm excited about doing both.  They should be super nice when I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) First batch of invites have been sent.  Yay! Progress!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are more.  Aiee.  Well.  Unlike other weddings.  When you get your invite does not really mean that you are higher or lower on the desired list.  It means that your address was easier or harder to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Wedding personnel have been mostly decided on.  These are ushers, stage managers, pockets, etc. Some have even been asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Wedding prep has been started and is in the process.  It is progress.  Very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Editing my template has occurred.  I'm beginning to feel like my blog feels like home now.  Unfortuntely, two things are not quite what they should be.  The first is that I have no idea how comments are not working yet.  Or how to get them to work.  The second is that I just realized that the word "tonite" is used in my little picture.  Now I need a new picture.  Maybe if I don't really look at that picture, I will forget and it will stop bothering me.  We'll have to see.  Unfortunately, leaving out the 'gh' and adding an 'e' in words like tonight and bright is a huge pet peeve of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will win?  Will the pet peeve win? Or will lazyiness rule the day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114897622393128460?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114897622393128460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114897622393128460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114897622393128460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114897622393128460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/05/interesting-things-happening-lately.html' title='Interesting Things Happening Lately'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114827438816215588</id><published>2006-05-21T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T01:30:08.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurb</title><content type='html'>Just finished adding all of the addresses that Prince Charming and I have into our pages of addy labels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aieee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was quite a bit of typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Something New&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I realized a while ago that unless you are somehow related to me by blood, I haven't seen you in forever. Or really talked to you. I have no idea where Stiletto is, what Ardbeg is up to. I'm guessing that Never Rye and Whistle Twice were probably watching the hockey game tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually talked to Samurai a very long while ago. It was so strange, because I had absolutely no idea who he was. I think I worried him. It was the same day that I'd heard that Panda's dad had died, so that might have had something to do with it. Maybe, or maybe not. It wasn't until he told me he'd given my sister the clap* that I realized who he was. Best guess - he's at his girlfriend's house. In all truth though, I have no idea where he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Finally picked a china pattern. That's right. I now have a china pattern. It was by far the most difficult thing Prince Charming and I have ever worked out together. Reading this, you may think that Prince Charming and I live in some candy-coated cherry blossom land. We do not. We just have supremely different tastes and styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus Prince Charming doesn't like much when it comes to stuff you buy in a store that doesn't come from Mark's Work Wearhouse, or have to do with camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked &lt;a href="http://www.wedgwood.com/patternitems.aspx?PatternGroup=3597"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.jcpenney.com/jcp/Products.aspx?DeptID=0&amp;CatID=035982&amp;amp;Grptyp=STY&amp;amp;ItemId=0937631"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; and this. He didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Samurai has actually never given any sister of mine the clap or anyone else for that matter. He is, however, very prone to vanishing off of the face of the earth, especially during finals. After getting extremely curious about seeing if he was actually still alive, I called his house and left a long and hysterical message telling him that the wedding was off because I couldn't possibly marry him after he gave my sister the clap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114827438816215588?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114827438816215588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114827438816215588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114827438816215588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114827438816215588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/05/blurb.html' title='Blurb'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114806281287774524</id><published>2006-05-19T12:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:39:03.510-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Shoes!</title><content type='html'>I am now the proud owner of wedding shoes. This is what they look &lt;a href="http://www.zappos.com/n/p/dp/10011446/c/55577.html"&gt;like&lt;/a&gt;, except that mine have an ankle strap, which is what the jewelry drops off of, and are definitely not so tall. They are stunningly pretty and actually comfortable. Yay Beverly Feldman!  YAY me! And Yay Teddy for her super fantastic gift!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy had called me out of the blue and told me that she wanted to buy me shoes for my wedding present.  Not just any shoes though, she wanted me to have Jimmy Choo's or Manolo Blahnik's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost cried.  She wanted me to have the coolest and best thing in the world for my wedding day.  I'm moving soon to a much bigger city, and she wanted me to have very good shoes to wear for when I was there.  It is so sweet.  She's very fashionable and worries that people will see the scrubbies I wear and think that no one loves me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't end up going with either of those two brands because I couldn't find anywhere in Edmonton that sold them in person.  It's all internet sales here.  However, after scouring every shoe store in edmonton, nieman marcus online, zappos.com and many other designers' websites, I decided on the Feldmans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these shoes.  I've shown them to everyone I could.  They are now known as the Very Expensive Shoes.  As in: " Hey An, have you shown everyone in the free world your Very Expensive Shoes yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, but I'm working on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114806281287774524?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114806281287774524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114806281287774524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114806281287774524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114806281287774524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/05/wedding-shoes.html' title='Wedding Shoes!'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114799121952290224</id><published>2006-05-18T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T16:27:45.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poplar Fuzz Attack</title><content type='html'>Today has been my first day home in quite a while. Hopefully things will start to settle down soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My allergies have come into force as the poplar fuzz is floating around outside, and looks a bit like snow. Otherwise, it is so beautiful outside it's shocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitting is going well on my scarf/shawl/afghan thing. I have a sort of a pattern going. The pattern is very simple. Instead of knit one row, purl one, knit one, purl one for all of my scarf, I'm throwing in sections where there is only knitting. It looks pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is very warm here, and so I feel a little ridiculous knitting something so very large.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Funny Mama Bear Story&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama Bear is doing well in this weather. She has fibromyalgia, and so right now, she's actually comfortable. All other times of the year she's complaining about how cold it is. Now she's finally happy. And cheerful. If you thought she was cheerful before, she's beyond cheerful now. (Well, except when she's desperately worried about Panda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent some more time at Mama Bear's house this week. When she was getting into the car so we could do some wedding shoe shopping, I heard this strange noise. It sounded something like what a small girl would say when she got an extra large and sparkly birthday present. "Hoo-haah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her a look. It was the "yes, crazy?" look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's what marines say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama Bear, I truly think that if any marine ever made a noise like that, their marine friends would either laugh themselves silly or beat them up for being wussy babies. Just saying. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114799121952290224?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114799121952290224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114799121952290224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114799121952290224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114799121952290224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/05/poplar-fuzz-attack.html' title='Poplar Fuzz Attack'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114780778780565472</id><published>2006-05-16T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:29:47.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>I'm at my mother's house right now, but that will change soon enough.  This last week has been very strange.  Panda's father passed away (he had cancer) and Teddy is home for the weekend.  Wedding stuff still needs doing, but now there is so much more to do.  It is getting done, but it is painful.  Prince Charming has gone above and beyond the call of duty, and proven that he deserves his name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Teddy in so long, it has been so nice to just hang out with her.  We have grown up enough, and lived long enough, that we can now be together without fighting.  It is a very nice change.  Mama Bear is in Mama Bear-overdrive.  We are all very lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;The air smells so sweetly out here.  The frogs still chirrup in stereo at night, the breezes are cool, and smell of green growing things.  The forest just outside of my mother's house is still my favourite place in the world.  Even with everything going on, it is so nice to come home for a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114780778780565472?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114780778780565472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114780778780565472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114780778780565472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114780778780565472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/05/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114712903093446627</id><published>2006-05-08T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:57:14.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Construction Notice</title><content type='html'>As you may have noticed, this blog is undergoing some cosmetic reconstruction. While this is occuring, if you want to get ahold of me please feel free to email me at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serasonho AT gmail DOT com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things should settle down soon as the template figures itself out. Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114712903093446627?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114712903093446627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114712903093446627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114712903093446627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114712903093446627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/05/construction-notice.html' title='Construction Notice'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114712890922021371</id><published>2006-05-08T16:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:55:09.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Snot Factory Returns</title><content type='html'>Just so anyone who might read this will know, I am not dead.  I am still alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've turned into a human snot-production facility as my allergies decide to kick in.  This kicked into high-gear on Friday, as I proceded to drug myself into a near-oblivion with Benadryl.  It was the first time that I've had that reaction with Benadryl, but I won't ever use it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming told me that I was slurring.  I could barely keep my eyes open and focused on wedding registry stuff.  I've never had such a reaction before with those drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as exciting as the new adventures in post-post secondary life as you might have thought.  I also learned to knit.   Yup.  I finished my finals, and promptly learned to knit.  I'm liking the knitting.  It uses slightly different muscles than crocheting and the basic knit stitch is a much simpler action than my usual crochet stitches.  I think I'll probably end up switching back and forth once I get used to knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so exciting I shock myself.  Later this week I'll perform gravity-defying stunts involving bicycles and toilet paper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114712890922021371?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114712890922021371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114712890922021371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114712890922021371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114712890922021371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/05/human-snot-factory-returns.html' title='Human Snot Factory Returns'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114652441527567937</id><published>2006-05-01T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:44:57.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JobHunt '06 begins</title><content type='html'>So, the job hunt begins in earnest, as the thousands of university students that have either finished school for the summer, or have graduated entirely leave the campus in search of the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very exciting. If by exciting you mean frustrating and disappointing. I also miss my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have graduated. The marks for the class that I was worried about came in. I got a B. Now, you may think that I was indulging in some over-achiever angst. I assure you, this was definitely not the case.  This class was definitely one where what I thought the the Prof wanted was actually nothing like what the prof wanted.  Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care anymore. Heee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114652441527567937?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114652441527567937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114652441527567937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114652441527567937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114652441527567937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/05/jobhunt-06-begins.html' title='JobHunt &apos;06 begins'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114637111218759062</id><published>2006-04-29T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T22:25:12.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!</title><content type='html'>Prince Charming is home. Prince Charming is home. Prince Charming is home. Prince Charming is home.  Prince Charming is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very exciting.  In some ways it feels so odd, but in others it is like he never left at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was getting ready to go pick him up, I could feel my heart begin to slowly beat faster and harder.  It was like waking up from winter hibernation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114637111218759062?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114637111218759062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114637111218759062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114637111218759062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114637111218759062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/yay.html' title='YAY!'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114609524976548591</id><published>2006-04-26T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:47:29.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Rather Be....</title><content type='html'>sleeping in the sun&lt;br /&gt;eating something tasty&lt;br /&gt;reading something that wasn't a textbook&lt;br /&gt;painting a picture that was actually good&lt;br /&gt;riding my bike&lt;br /&gt;thinking about something that I wanted to, not had to.&lt;br /&gt;writing more haikus about outer space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but mostly, done with finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114609524976548591?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114609524976548591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114609524976548591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114609524976548591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114609524976548591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/id-rather-be.html' title='I&apos;d Rather Be....'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114609422733487445</id><published>2006-04-26T17:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T17:30:27.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Close</title><content type='html'>I have one final left after today.  That means that not only will I be done, but Prince Charming should soon be home.  Soon.  I keep telling myself soon. Now would be nicer, but this is one of those cases where you get what you get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'm feeling pretty good.  For finals' week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What this acutally means&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Mood fluctuations - this can range from euphoria to irritation  to depression and even combinations of all three simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;2) Sleep deficit mounting*&lt;br /&gt;3) Sugar high/Sugar crash - depending on how much remembering to eat real food has happened and how much snacking on bad things to make up for aforementioned forgetting, this tettertotter can swing gently, or it can swing hard.&lt;br /&gt;4) Caffiene addiction is doing very well.  Regular and plentiful doses of coffee being inhaled.  Any stomach lining left at this point is purely coincidental.&lt;br /&gt;5) Minimal hygiene standards kept.  I am very proud to say that while I may look like I just rolled out of bed, I do not smell that way.  So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This actually does not apply to me right now because something happened to my alarm clock this morning.  I remember setting it.  I remember hearing some loud beeping noises.  Then I remember loud and annoying music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I don't remember much except going to write my sociology exam in some strange apartment in a town I've never been in.  I walk into the room and my hands are freezing.  I start talking to my professor, and he reaches out and takes a hold of my hands because I just can't seem to get warm.  Then there are monsters in the room, and they are meditating.  They meditate so much that their heads come off of their bodies and start floating up the wall.  This, however, does not mean that the monsters are safely dead.  No, it just means that they are super-monsters.  My professor is king of the monsters because he is the best at it.  I'm hoping I can get a rewrite as I run out of the apartment and into the city, trying to escape hungry student-eating monsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing after that I wake up and realize that my alarm clock is off, and sitting on the bed with me.  Not on my bedside table where it belongs.  Mysteries abound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114609422733487445?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114609422733487445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114609422733487445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114609422733487445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114609422733487445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-close.html' title='So Close'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114591432377657620</id><published>2006-04-24T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:32:03.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious...</title><content type='html'>About the weather &lt;a href="http://easweb.eas.ualberta.ca/department/weathergraph.cfm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114591432377657620?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114591432377657620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114591432377657620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114591432377657620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114591432377657620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/curious.html' title='Curious...'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114591173393897101</id><published>2006-04-24T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:03:19.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty In Pink</title><content type='html'>Today is a pretty-pretty-pink day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What that means:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing all pink. I have my pink "bride to be" pajama pants and a pink shirt on today. I'm dressed very matchy-matchy. The rest of me looks about what you would expect for a "screw pants" kind of day. My hair is mostly brushed, I think I brushed my teeth, but I'm dead certain that I put on deoderant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? I'm not completely lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was almost the first day I wore sweatpants to school. I say almost, and am still a little bitter. For this, like most things, blame can be placed firmly in my mother's corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dropped by this morning for coffee and taxes. It was a nice visit. We got to talk for a bit and catch up while I signed my tax-thingie for the accountant. And just so you all know, yes, I do realize that once I start having to do my own taxes, I'll be screwed. She let me know what's going on out in the bush, and I tried to keep her from frantically cleaning my house. I keep telling her that during finals and/or paper season, University regulations forbid cleaning your house. This also can include doing your hair and showering, but I generally don't go that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She never believes me. She keeps saying stuff about me rotting to death or getting lost forever in laundry piles and how finals seem to start earlier and earlier every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. We also talked about my blog. Yay! I'm famous*. I gave my sister Teddy the link last week (for the fifty-millionth time) when she was bored at work to give her something to do. Now family news includes "An is funny. Who knew?" Teddy told this to Mum, and Mum is going to look at it now. Although changes may have to be made. Mum got all excited about this new and exciting bit of news and said "Panda even figured out that she's Panda. What do you call me? Mama Bear?" I looked at her, and not thinking, replied "Oh, you're just Mum." Oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mum, I hearby dub thee Mama Bear. Long may you reign. Etcetera, etcetera, blah blah blah. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we both had to get going. I ran around frantically trying to find something I wanted to wear today to school before Mama Bear welshed on the ride to the U that I weaseled out of her. Mama Bear kept throwing nice jeans at me. I wanted big fluffy sweatpants. Mama Bear invented the No Ugly Sweatpants In My Car Rule. We compromised on my cute pink pj pants.  Of course, this was after much begging, pleading, and sobbing that this was the last week of my life where I could realistically wear pajamas out of the house.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To my mom. Does that even count?&lt;br /&gt;**I'll be a grown-up after this week, and then I have to be you know, wear clothes that make me look like a grown-up, and not the overgrown slob that I find so difficult to outgrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114591173393897101?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114591173393897101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114591173393897101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114591173393897101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114591173393897101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty In Pink'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114556985623602970</id><published>2006-04-20T15:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:50:56.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I Thought It Was Cute</title><content type='html'>After &lt;a href="http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/wee-update.html"&gt;posting&lt;/a&gt; about my cute new skirt, I decided that I needed to show it off.  I decided that Knitter would have to make that unfortunate sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knocked on her door, and ran in to show her before I descended into my cave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamer, her husband, was also there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at my new skirt! Isn't it cute?" says me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have you had that skirt for a long time?" says Gamer.  The look on his face is cautious but also somewhat confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knitter nods, and says hello back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm, no.  I got it a little while ago though.  It hasn't really been nice enough yet to wear it. Isn't it fun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see.  Did you buy it like that?  Did it cost extra?"  The look on his face is steadily growing more suspicious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes I bought it like that, but it didn't cost extra. I thought it was fun." I explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Gamer.  That's the style now."  Knitter defends me and my fashion choice! Yay! Well, actually she's just informing Gamer of current trends, but I'll take what I can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamer gives his final nod. "Well, that is a nice skirt."  The look on his face says somewhat otherwise.  In fact, it looks alot like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Addressee,&lt;br /&gt;I think that you are crazy, but am too well-brought up to ever say so.  Otherwise, I hope that you have a nice rest of your day. &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Addresser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming will like my skirt.  Although I think that he's much better at smiling and nodding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This was supposed to be the post I wrote to reward myself after my test today.  I decided to write it anyway.  Also my first attempt at conversation in forever.  When did that get to be hard?  I need to find my punctuation book again.  Aargh. I really did hate reading that book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114556985623602970?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114556985623602970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114556985623602970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114556985623602970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114556985623602970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-i-thought-it-was-cute.html' title='Well, I Thought It Was Cute'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114556746317033367</id><published>2006-04-20T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:11:03.240-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's So Unfortunate When You Start Losing Your Mind</title><content type='html'>Well.  Today I've finally done it.   I lost my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying for this test and it really hadn't been going all that well.  It is a very hard class, and it's made harder by the fact that the subject matter is very depressing. I frankly will be unbeliveably happy when this semester will be finally done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, back to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, studying, studying, more studying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the questions on the test is about a campus landmark (a sundial).  A landmark I've never heard of or seen before.  To say that I'm cranky about having to find this stupid landmark that I've passed by and never seen at least once a week for over 20 months now is a vast understatement.  I go look.  I'm looking on the ground, I'm looking in trees.  I'm not finding it.  I start looking at the building. I'm trying to figure out how far this building goes around and where someone would put a freaking sundial.  Don't they have to go on the ground, face up? This building (&lt;a href="http://www.campusmap.ualberta.ca/building.cfm?id=35"&gt;Old Arts/Convocation Hall&lt;/a&gt;) is very lovely.  On the north side of the building, I find the sundial.  Its about halfway up the building on the wall.  The writing is rather faint, which causes even more frustration, but as I get closer, I can read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only count the sunny hours.  Class of '30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile.  The tension that has been following me so far breaks.  I move on, and go to the building where my test will finally be.  I'm about 1.5 hrs early for the test.  I start re-reading notes and thinking about the essay I'll have to write soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tension comes back.  I start getting scattered.  And hyperventilating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting back to awful.  I get to my classroom today half an hour early.  I've been trying to read and trying to read and all I'm really doing is freaking myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is ten minutes 'til the test starts and I have no idea where anyone is.  Someone should at least show up a bit early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much freaking out.  Did they change where the test was? Did I get the time wrong? Because I totally know when and where the test is.  I go to the computer lab next to the class and log in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My test is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should be drinking more coffee, or stopping drinking it altogether.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114556746317033367?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114556746317033367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114556746317033367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114556746317033367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114556746317033367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-so-unfortunate-when-you-start.html' title='It&apos;s So Unfortunate When You Start Losing Your Mind'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114549633568775264</id><published>2006-04-19T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:00:35.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wee Update</title><content type='html'>"The curse is come upon me," cried&lt;br /&gt;the Lady of Shallott.&lt;br /&gt;~Tennyson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impending doom has struck. Also known as final exam week(s). I have been sleeping and studying. Monday was spent mostly sleeping after the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I did some spring cleaning and some studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I showered. I tell you this, gentle readers, because today I look very cute. Its true. I do. It is absolutely amazing what a shower can do. I'm wearing &lt;a href="http://www.oldnavy.com/browse/product.do?cid=5489&amp;pid=394122"&gt;my new skirt&lt;/a&gt;. It looks something like this, however, it is a blue denim, has bleach stains scattered across the front, and the pockets are in the right place.  With my little mini, I'm wearing a big white tunic-thing that is quite possible the oldest thing I own.  And flip-flops. Because today is beautiful and sunny and warm (unlike Sunday, when I decided to dress up in a skirt for Easter Sunday, and then it promptly  SNOWED! grr. arrgh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my new skirt when I'd come to the realization that I'd forgotten what my legs look like.  I was also pretty sure that Prince Charming had also forgotten.  Plus, I've always wanted a miniskirt, but they tended to be too short.  In the "Is she going through a bad break-up and her ex took scissors to all of her clothes and this is what she had left?" kind of too short.  Also known as "If your mother only knew, she lock you in the house." That kind of too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming will be home in 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding things are going well, at this exact point in time.  This guarantee only lasts for the next five minutes, or until finals end and I start thinking about the future again.  Whichever comes soonest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Quick List - Or Things I'd Rather Be Doing Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Reading something that wasn't assigned to me as homework.&lt;br /&gt;2) Dancing.&lt;br /&gt;3) Eating hot hot hot wings.&lt;br /&gt;4) Painting.&lt;br /&gt;5) Making a very cool anklet that I got the idea for today.  It will have to wait.  Of course.&lt;br /&gt;6) Watching Seasons 2-Infinity of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0303461/"&gt;Firefly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7) More napping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114549633568775264?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114549633568775264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114549633568775264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114549633568775264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114549633568775264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/wee-update.html' title='A Wee Update'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114549547797311310</id><published>2006-04-19T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:11:17.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/serasonho/ShowLetter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f248/serasonho/ShowLetter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.endicott-studio.com/"&gt;Endicott Studio's &lt;/a&gt;Free E-card.  Celebrating National Poetry Month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that this was particularly encouraging, what with finals dragging everyone down and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken from Neil Gaiman's poem, Instructions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114549547797311310?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114549547797311310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114549547797311310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114549547797311310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114549547797311310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/small-gift.html' title='A Small Gift'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114504186256861519</id><published>2006-04-14T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:59:06.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Asked Questions</title><content type='html'>I remember that when I graduated from high school, the question most asked was "So, what are you going to do next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated being asked this question. I knew that people only asked because a) they cared and were curious or b) were just killing time, shooting the breeze and didn't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, it meant that I had to have something to answer with. This was a bit of a problem because I wasn't really sure back then. You develop your stock semi-amusing answer, however, and learn to deftly change the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also how I also answer the inevitable " Wow, you sure are tall, do you play basketball? No, well you really ought to, I bet the coach would sure love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something self-depricating about a lack of both talent and coordination. It's both true and non-offensive. This is repeated ad nauseum instead of responding more truthfully and completly with: "I'd rather stab pencils in my eyes than play a competitive sport, especially basketball, with highly competitive and agressive athletes, because that whole team-sport thing actually sounds kind of like a mid-level ring of hell. Right in between the one for jerks who park in handicapped parking and the ring for overly biased journalists with no understanding of proper research methods."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, I used to get asked that question ALL THE TIME. Especially by strangers, the more random the stranger, the more likely I get that same damn question. Now my random stranger question still revolves around how tall I am, but with a new twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now: "Wow, you sure are tall. It must be really hard to find boyfriends tall enough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My usual response: "Nah, my fiance is about the same height I am. Whoever's tallest just depends on the shoes we wear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will someday say if I ever get annoyed enough: What? Seriously? Aaaargh. I'm leaving. I have better things to worry about than how tall my boyfriend is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now getting asked the "So, what will you do now with your spanking new degree? Grad school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's understandable.  I know.  Enquiring minds want to know.  My answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grad school? Dear God in heaven, please no.  Not more school.  Not for a while. Maybe a job. I hear you get money when you do them.  That sounds very fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working on this degree for six years.  That isn't to say I've always been in school, but it has been my overarcing goal for that long.  That is a long time. That's a full quarter of my life.  I won't say never for more school, because the world has a way of throwing forever in your face, but I will say not right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also getting married this summer, and then moving two timezones away.  To a very large city where none of my friends live.  I'll know a few people there, but mostly it will be people I've only very recently met, and no family of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a lot of change.  So to do all that and start school again (even if I wanted too) would be too much.  Plus the whole money thing.  It sounds intruiging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans aren't really any more concrete than that.  I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.  On one hand, I'll have options.  On the other, I'll have no (well, little) direction.  We'll see how I do in this world with the B.A.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114504186256861519?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114504186256861519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114504186256861519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114504186256861519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114504186256861519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/being-asked-questions.html' title='Being Asked Questions'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114480356777446188</id><published>2006-04-11T18:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:59:27.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something A Bit Lighter</title><content type='html'>1) Today marks my first week of flipflops.  NO MORE SHOES!!!!! YAY!!!!! This means that summer is here to stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Bunny Report - The bunny is looking well and fat.  I saw him as I was leaving today, and he matches much better now that all of his white is gone, and the snow has melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Scholar-Poet is currently ignoring me. Oh, no, he's just emailing his girlfriend.  I guess I won't be all mad at.  He is the only person who I've ever written a limerick for.  That makes him famous. Well. Famous to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Prince Charming will be home in exactly two weeks.  Not only will we be in the SAME PROVINCE, but we will be done our separations.  Together. It feels a bit strange. It even sounds strange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When the Lord took back the captivity of Zion, we were like those who dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, plus the fact that I'm also tired right now and totally not looking forward to finals. I, however, think that it all contributes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114480356777446188?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114480356777446188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114480356777446188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114480356777446188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114480356777446188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/something-bit-lighter.html' title='Something A Bit Lighter'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114479579471285963</id><published>2006-04-11T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:49:54.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of an Era</title><content type='html'>Last night it suddenly hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the last class of my undergraduate degree today.  This thing that I've been working on for so long, has almost ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the most difficult thing I've ever done, and it's Finished. It's Over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words keep echoing in my brain. It feels so strange as they roll around and reverberate like church bells tolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was remembering all of the things that have happened since I started this degree. It was a lot, and very heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Moved out.&lt;br /&gt;2) Moved back.&lt;br /&gt;3) Moved back and forth so many times that I've actually forgotten how many moves I've made.&lt;br /&gt;4) Did my "wild experimental" stage.  I use quotes here because as wild goes, I was pretty unexciting.&lt;br /&gt;5) Did the therapy thing.&lt;br /&gt;6) Watched my brother die. Cried a lot. Things get fuzzy.&lt;br /&gt;7) Ended the therapy thing.&lt;br /&gt;8) Got kicked out of school.&lt;br /&gt;9) Quit my (very well-paid and most excellent) job.&lt;br /&gt;10) Found a new and crappy job.&lt;br /&gt;11) Got fired from said new and crappy job.&lt;br /&gt;12) Was Officially Unemployed.&lt;br /&gt;13) Found new and even crappier job, one that will never ever be put on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;14) Regained some self-esteem, and quit that job.&lt;br /&gt;15) Was unemployed again. Found new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;16) Found a better job. &lt;/div&gt;17) Went back to school.&lt;br /&gt;18) Met this guy, who seemed to be pretty cool.  We talk lots.&lt;br /&gt;19) Left that school as soon as I could, for a different school.&lt;br /&gt;20) Remembered how to breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;21) Started on finishing my degree.  Went back to school full-time.&lt;br /&gt;22) Pretty Cool Guy turns into Prince Charming. &lt;br /&gt;23) Life with Prince Charming is pretty wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;24) Discover that life without Prince Charming is both terrible and boring.&lt;br /&gt;25) Get engaged. &lt;br /&gt;26) Live in the never-ending maze of wedding-madness and homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely an end.  The best part? There's a new beginning coming.  When I'm not too busy hyperventilating (really not all that good about change), I'm really excited about what will be coming next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114479579471285963?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114479579471285963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114479579471285963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114479579471285963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114479579471285963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/end-of-era.html' title='The End of an Era'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114471295545367709</id><published>2006-04-10T17:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T16:52:12.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Busyness?</title><content type='html'>So, all of a sudden, I'm getting all these new readers. Yay! Hi! Come on in.  Take your shoes off, and help yourself to whatever is in the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling all this pressure to keep coming up with new and interesting things to say. Unfortunately all you get is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Clarification:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend-of-busyness.html"&gt;Earlier&lt;/a&gt; I talked about doing something to my hair that I'd never done voluntarily before. It had been done a few times before to magnificent effect on Halloween. I really wish that I have pictures to show, because you'd be impressed. Stiletto is a queen of the comb and hairspray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about backcombing. I avoided it for years. The last time it was cool, I deliberately avoided that trend like the macarena (which I'm still proud to say that I can't do). I had long hair, I had short hair, but I never had big teased hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum thinks it is hilarious that I've started occasionally added pouf to my hair. When I was little, my sister Teddy and I would tease her and complain about the amounts of hairspray and teasing she would do to herself. Pouf was a bad word in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she can't seem to stop laughing. I suppose it's only fair. Or something. Stupid karma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114471295545367709?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114471295545367709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114471295545367709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114471295545367709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114471295545367709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-busyness.html' title='More Busyness?'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114443138850715745</id><published>2006-04-07T11:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:36:28.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Busyness</title><content type='html'>Oddly enough, this week was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) busy, and&lt;br /&gt;b) involved actually spending time with real live people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real Live People.  Not just people like Buffy and the Scoobies.  Or Angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy huh?  Although I did finish of the seventh season of Buffy.  And have started on Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I thought of Season 7 of Buffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Kennedy is the most annoying character in the world.  Seriously.  I am a peaceful, non-confrontational person.  Kennedy would talk, and I wanted to jump into the TV screen and slap her in the face.  If that didn't make her stop, punching in the nose was my Plan B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Some may be aware of my deep and abiding love for Firefly.  Also, a tiny crush on Captain Reynolds.  In season 7, Nathan Fillion plays the main villian's first henchman.  He likes to go around cutting up girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought process when I first saw Nathan Fillion on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;a) Yay! It's Nathan Fillion.  Yay! More Captain-y goodness!&lt;br /&gt;b) What is he doing?  Why is he doing that to that poor girl?  What is going on?  The Captain would never do.... Oh.  He did.  Why did he just do that? &lt;br /&gt;c) She's practically the same age as Kaylee.  That's so terible.  How could he do that? Buffy is going to have to hurt him lots now.&lt;br /&gt;d) Zoe is so going to kick his ass all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;e) hmm.  Turns out he's pretty tough.  Buffy should call Zoe, and also Jane.  He could bring Vera and totally help.  Space age guns should help against massive evil powers, right?&lt;br /&gt;f) Poor Captain.  He went all crazy-like.  I need to watch more Firefly in order to restore my faith in the world and Nathan Fillion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Thank you Joss Whedon, you big jerk.  Thanks for killing off my two favourite characters.  Jerk.  Why do you always do that?  You do know that the other kids won't want to play with you if you keep on doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) In the commentaries, JW kept on talking about how tired and exhausted he was. &lt;br /&gt;Season 7?  My least favourite of all.  I will say no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Originally this was going to be part of a much larger post, as I was going to introduce my friend, Whistle Twice, but I'm doing stuff with Stilletto and have to go. She is throwing a party tonight!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114443138850715745?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114443138850715745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114443138850715745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114443138850715745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114443138850715745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/week-of-busyness.html' title='A Week of Busyness'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114410342482295067</id><published>2006-04-03T15:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T17:01:38.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weekend of Busyness</title><content type='html'>This weekend was interesting because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It was busy.&lt;br /&gt;2) I experimented with my hair and did something I've never done on my own, of my own free choice before.&lt;br /&gt;3) I saw lots of lovely people.&lt;br /&gt;4) I found out that some people* LIKE MY LISTS!  I know, it sounds crazy.  It probably is.  Panda told me today that she loves my lists.  They make her laugh.  (fyi, I use lists all the time for correspondence, not just here on my blog) Panda gets alot of my lists as she is also a bridesmaid of mine.&lt;br /&gt;5) I went looking at shoes.  Very nice and kindof expensive shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I think that I actually had more things to say? Umm, also yes.  Unfortunately, I'm feeling pretty scattered right now, so I'll have to make more sense later.  Yay for you.  Enjoy the anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and by people, I really just mean Panda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114410342482295067?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114410342482295067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114410342482295067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114410342482295067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114410342482295067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/04/weekend-of-busyness.html' title='A Weekend of Busyness'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114383749878879007</id><published>2006-03-31T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:38:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter Excitement</title><content type='html'>My house has a very large yard, which for the most part, tends to be rather quiet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So quiet, in fact, that bunnies like to live there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've lived there throughout the summer, and through most of the winter.  However, I'd stopped seeing them after about November.  There was a big fat bunny that especially liked a small nook in a raised flowerbed in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, to my utter excitement, the bunny was back.  He (or she) is beginning to turn brown again and is still happy and fat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to remember to leave some carrots out for him.  His fatness is probably just his fur fluffed out for warmth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114383749878879007?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114383749878879007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114383749878879007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114383749878879007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114383749878879007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/utter-excitement.html' title='Utter Excitement'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114383593578763197</id><published>2006-03-31T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T13:12:15.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cravings</title><content type='html'>The night before last I dreamt that I was in a grocery store, and someone was offering me a red chili pepper.  I just looked at it and thought how lovely it would be to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that night I had eaten two spicier than the Olive Garden's peppercinis.  They were delicious.  There was a bit of a burn, and the flavour was magnificent.  I can't remember the last time I enjoyed eating something so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I cut up big chunks of raw onion to put on my perogys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before that I was adding hot sauce to my rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears that I'm craving spicy hot things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going crazy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114383593578763197?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114383593578763197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114383593578763197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114383593578763197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114383593578763197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/cravings.html' title='Cravings'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114359646333067173</id><published>2006-03-28T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:41:03.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone Else's Contest</title><content type='html'>So Tyler f. is having a contest, in hopes of reaching 40,000 visitors on his 40th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go look at &lt;a href="http://biblical-studies.ca/blog/index.php"&gt;his website&lt;/a&gt;.  My favourite post (so far) is the &lt;a href="http://biblical-studies.ca/blog/wp/2006/03/08/hebrew-tattoos-buyers-beware/"&gt;one about hebrew tattoos&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find this especially funny because Stiletto once told me a story about how this guy was showing her his tattoo, which was supposed to say Canada in Chinese.  She saw it, and realized that it was incorrect because it was only the first character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replied after he tried to argue with her that it was correct, "I spent a year in China, and on every letter I wrote home, I had to write the characters for Canada so that letter would actually get home.  You are missing a character."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114359646333067173?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114359646333067173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114359646333067173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114359646333067173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114359646333067173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/someone-elses-contest.html' title='Someone Else&apos;s Contest'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114359480153917538</id><published>2006-03-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:13:21.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Spring</title><content type='html'>soft winds have begun,&lt;br /&gt;the snow will soon be melted.&lt;br /&gt;green awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snow! begin to melt,&lt;br /&gt;the green scented winds have come&lt;br /&gt;and soon he'll be here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114359480153917538?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114359480153917538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114359480153917538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114359480153917538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114359480153917538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/importance-of-spring.html' title='The Importance of Spring'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114358671116124483</id><published>2006-03-28T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T16:30:31.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Week Has Begun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I had all sorts of ideas for my next blog, but of course, by the time that I get to the computer to start typing, I've forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll start in the middle and work outward. And I'll do it as a list. Because lists are where it's at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I just wrote that. Whenever I read phrases like that, I tend to usually do the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) roll my eyes&lt;br /&gt;2) and wonder&lt;br /&gt;   a) where what's at?&lt;br /&gt;   b) who really talks like that? and&lt;br /&gt;   c) why usually whoever says that seems to be selling something.&lt;br /&gt;3) decide that the only possible recourse is to ignore that phrase and move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the main list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Main List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         Things Learned Over The Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Cleaning is dull. Deadly dull. Which is why I do it as little as possible. But the inevitability of no clean underwear eventually does hit, and I used my time alone to begin to rectify this. (Knitter and Gamer are gone for a visit to the coast, and so my access to the laundry is unlimited and guilt about leaving crap in common areas is nonexistant.  Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Waking up to Hakuna Matata is disorienting. Even after 5 days. Knitter left her alarm clock on, and so I'm waking up to disney music. Which is not bad, just extremly odd. First thing in the morning, I get to wake up to music, and it is familliar enough that I'll recognize it, but it is not familliar enough that recognition is easy. When you're still sleeping, so it forces me to become awake enough that I can figure out how I know what's playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The Sugarbowl has amazing coffee. It's just fabulous. And mindboggling at just how good it is. It's not just myself that thinks so, I went with another coffee-snob friend, Rides on Elephants (who will henceforth be known simply as Elephant, due to the long and unwieldy nature of the long form of her name) and she agrees. We will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) New favorite place to go out for a drink. The Strathern (sp?) at first glance looked a little... like a dive. As the night wore on, I realized two things:&lt;br /&gt;   a) Cheap beer gets better after a while.&lt;br /&gt;   b) The Strat (Strath?) is extremely low on the pretentious asshole scale. People came, people drank their beer, and left. Elephant said that the place reminded her of the small bars she would go to when she was in australia, and it sort of reminded me of small-town bars (of which I've been to 3) There was a jukebox, but it was quiet enough that I had no trouble talking to Elephant.  &lt;/div&gt;   c) It's nice to have a quiet place to go out for a night.  The people there were all after the same thing, more or less.  It was a very relaxing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the Future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Run a contest.  More details to follow.&lt;br /&gt;2) Update links.&lt;br /&gt;3) Become a philosopher.  I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0812509250/qid=1143588214/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/002-8908875-7303224?s=books&amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;Xenocide&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.hatrack.com/"&gt;Orson Scott Card &lt;/a&gt;(a very good book in a very good series) in the tub, and I realized that there is so much I don't know about how and why and when, and wish that I did.&lt;br /&gt;4) Find an apartment in Toronto that:&lt;br /&gt;   a) doesn't cost the earth&lt;br /&gt;   b) isn't in a super scary part of town&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if it was close to the U of T. &lt;br /&gt;5) Finish my sewing project.&lt;br /&gt;6) Finish cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;7) More studying. gah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114358671116124483?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114358671116124483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114358671116124483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114358671116124483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114358671116124483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-week-has-begun.html' title='A New Week Has Begun'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114316697152634032</id><published>2006-03-23T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:29:51.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night, Watching the News</title><content type='html'>the weather girl on the news,&lt;br /&gt;is explaining to me how the wind blows&lt;br /&gt;and all i can think is,&lt;br /&gt;"you and i are so far apart,&lt;br /&gt;the wind that touches you will never touch me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114316697152634032?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114316697152634032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114316697152634032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114316697152634032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114316697152634032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/last-night-watching-news.html' title='Last Night, Watching the News'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114316643309099706</id><published>2006-03-23T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T19:24:12.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, or Public Service Announcement II</title><content type='html'>Everyone needs to go out and listen to &lt;a href="http://jam.canoe.ca/Music/Artists/M/McNarland_Holly/1999/01/30/747670.html"&gt;Holly McNarland's version of Phil Collins' In the Air &lt;/a&gt;tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes a mediocre song and gives it teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to thank Stiletto for letting me listen to her walkman so I could hear this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Stiletto! Not only do you always wear sexy shoes (even perhaps when you shouldn't because of inclement weather), but you also are an clever and marvelous pirate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114316643309099706?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114316643309099706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114316643309099706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114316643309099706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114316643309099706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/wow-or-public-service-announcement-ii.html' title='Wow, or Public Service Announcement II'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114298575067516241</id><published>2006-03-21T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T17:02:35.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Happy!</title><content type='html'>Finished my last midterm, and it went well, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one question that I wasn't quite sure what the prof was asking for, but I guessed and either I did well on the question, or I bombed it.  However, that is the past.  And I kicked ass on the other questions.   Which means that fortunately, a whole bunch of the questions were on the readings.  I'm much better at reading books than sitting in class, listening to lists of programs, names and dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This style of class has led me to realize yet again that I'm definitely a visual learner.  Or something.  Just listening to lectures is almost painful.  It hurts.  It is also freakishly boring.  The subject matter could be wildly fascinating, but style of presentation really does count.  I am a diagram kind of girl.  Pictures make me happy.  I like to think that that is how I get to write super-fun papers on graphic novels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit, I adore Powerpoint presentations, especially when the notes get posted before class.  The psych department is pretty good about allowing and facilitating webnotes on their website; whereas the sociology department is rather...  terrible.  I'm sure that it has something to do with their budget and its ever-present cuts, but I will admit that: a) I'm spoiled and b) I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Note On Something Completely Different:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new lab which I like.  There is some sort of a statistics/economics lab going on right now, and the TA is hilarious.  My favourite is when he gets all sarcastic when talking to his students, and then calls out "SILENCE!"  Fortunately he doesn't care about visitors coming in, as long as you're quiet.  Which I am, because really, who am I going to talk to in an economics lab?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stop going to the business lab, as fun as those computers were, with their double screens and fast connections.  I totally blame business students for never shutting up.  I know that they do a lot of group work, but I kept ending up near the same hyper-annoying girls.  Who kept talking.  About their friends.  Behind their backs.  It was like being in jr. high again.  Save me from those trendy bitches.  They were more than I could take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, I'm being serious.  I can only handle so much yoga-wear and perfect hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114298575067516241?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114298575067516241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114298575067516241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114298575067516241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114298575067516241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/more-happy.html' title='More Happy!'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114289405892734395</id><published>2006-03-20T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:34:18.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teeny-tiny Update</title><content type='html'>Umm, so my coffee, which I previously said was full of sugary sweetness that made up for the funky bitterness? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, not so much.   In fact, not at all.  The sweetness barely covers the bitterness, and amplifies the horribleness, and now that it is cold, the approval rating sank like your battleship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114289405892734395?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114289405892734395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114289405892734395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114289405892734395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114289405892734395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/teeny-tiny-update.html' title='A Teeny-tiny Update'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114289184483118719</id><published>2006-03-20T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T14:57:24.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rays of Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Even though I have one midterm left (rated: very hard), and I have my sewing class tonight, and still have much wedding planning left to do, several things have come up that are very cheering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I ran into a professor from last semester that still has a paper of mine.  Through a long comedy of errors, I still hadn't gotten back my final paper.  We got to chatting, and he told me that my papers were some of the most interesting that he'd gotten from the class.   YAY!  He also said that they were really interesting, and were pretty good.  DOUBLE YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this is that it was a 400-level class and I had basically no background in the theories of that subject.   TRIPLE YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I wrote a midterm today and I think it went well.  This is good because in this class, I tend to get bored.  The prof is really interesting, but it's a 200-level (which is still introductory level instruction on the subject) and I've also taken 300-levels on the subjects that we touch on in class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  The coffee I'm drinking right now is really rank, but there is a crazy amount of sugar and real cream in it, so it is elevated to not bad, with a super fun caffiene buzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Someone left a comment.  I know that I shouldn't be so affected by such small things, but it is my second comment, and the first from someone  I don't see on a semi-regular basis.  I'm pretty psyched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Buffy + Spike.  What will happen next with those two? All this growing tension and chemistry is beginning to get to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me, I'm still watching the sixth season.  After these tests, I'm totally finishing the season off and getting into season seven.  I'm totally serious.  DO NOT TELL ME.  I do remember that something really bad happens; and I remember huge controversy but I'm not quite sure what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Stiletto and Prince Charming think I've been whatching too much Buffy lately.  Perhaps it is true.  Perhaps.  Or maybe they're just jealous.  In my defence, I need something to do besides plan wedding things and worry about where we're going to live after we're married.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114289184483118719?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114289184483118719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114289184483118719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114289184483118719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114289184483118719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/rays-of-sunshine.html' title='Rays of Sunshine'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114255514478244376</id><published>2006-03-16T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T17:25:44.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkest Magic</title><content type='html'>Last year some time before my birthday, Prince Charming picked up on the fact that I am mad for dark chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darker, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the rich full bittersweet taste of a rich dark chocolate.  Not for me the mild and mellow of the medium chocolate.  White chocolate has its place, as a garnish, or as an accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This knowledge spread to Santa, and so in my stocking there were quite a few pieces of dark chocolate hidden in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among them was a bar of Botticelli's Double Dark.  I've never heard of this brand before, but that does not mean anything right at this moment.  Hovever, I've just finished eating it.  It was wonderful.  Beautiful.  Luscious.  It was not bitter at all, but simply the right amount of rich with a hint of sweetness.  Whoever AlpineConfections Inc. is, from Delta British Columbia, they have an excellent product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally give this amazing chocolate bar my endorsement.  Whatever that is worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114255514478244376?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114255514478244376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114255514478244376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114255514478244376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114255514478244376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/darkest-magic.html' title='Darkest Magic'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114237744571319724</id><published>2006-03-14T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:04:05.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><content type='html'>This is my good deed for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not, for any amount of money, go see &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0370032/"&gt;Ultraviolet&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a terrible movie.  I cannot for the life of me, remember seeing such a terrible movie in the theatre before.  I think that the last movie I saw that was that bad was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0246894/"&gt;Rollerball&lt;/a&gt;. Even then, I still think Ultraviolet is the worse movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you desperately feel the need to see this movie, rent it at home and then fast-forward through the talking parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never before been in a movie where people walked out with only 15 minutes left.  I could hear people in the rest of the audience saying things like "this stinks" and "this movie sucks." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so disappointing.  I do like action movies, and I could see how Ultraviolet was trying to umm, emulate their sucess.   I liked all three &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0120611/"&gt;Blade&lt;/a&gt; movies, and also liked the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0266697/"&gt;Kill&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0378194/"&gt;Bill&lt;/a&gt;s.  I haven't yet seen Aeon Flux, the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0402022/"&gt;movie&lt;/a&gt;, but I did see some of the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0111873/"&gt;shorts&lt;/a&gt;.   However, as much as I appreciated the comments on the potential future, I could not get over everything else that was terrible with the movie.  I'm a huge fan of futuristic fiction, and I love seeing different views of how the current trend of globalization could end up, but this was... unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CGI was well done, and I know Glen Fiddich liked what they did with her face, but I hated it.  The wierd filtering they did on it made it difficult for her to show any emotion at all.  Which could be the reason for the terribly overdone acting poor Milla did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, bottom line?  Save the hour and a half of your life that you will never, ever get back if you watch this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114237744571319724?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114237744571319724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114237744571319724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114237744571319724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114237744571319724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114195284662608928</id><published>2006-03-09T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:07:27.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If only I could give up school for Lent...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back in the thick of things after a delightful time following Prince Charming around like a lost puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right.  My Valentine's Day present was that Prince Charming got to come home for Reading week.  Which meant that Reading Week got busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince Charming and I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Celebrated our anniversary by going to West Ed Mall to look at the sea turtles (he loves sea turtles so much)  It was a perfect surprise, since he had no idea that there were sea turtles in here in our land-locked prairie city.  Then we got all dressed up and went for dinner.  Also fabulous.  Sadly, the next leg of our party did not work out so well.  I'd planned for us to go for salsa dancing lessons.  What I did not plan was for me to misunderstand the paper and show up for the lesson part of the dancing.  Instead, we watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0121164/"&gt;The Corpse Bride&lt;/a&gt;.  Still very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time I've ever planned any big event for us as a couple.  Prince Charming is super huge on surprises and he is the one who tends to do stuff like this.  On the whole, I think it went rather well.  It could have been somewhat better, but it was a very good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Picked out wedding rings.  We both will have them, and they aren't matchy-matchy, but are in similar metals (white gold).  His is done and paid for, but mine is just now ready to be cast.  Mine is a custom jobby because my engagement ring style is not too common, the band just needed to be domed on top a bit.  It's not going to be fancy or anything, but it will be very lovely when it is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Watched him do homework.  Well, sort of.  Sometimes I also used that very important time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Did some work figuring out wedding-night hotel plans.  Which are now done. By the way.  Thanks Knitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Bought a crap-load of yarn.  New projects!!!  Very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Took a hiatus from Buffy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  Um, and lots of other random and boring things that were made wonderful and fabulous because Prince Charming was holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the sappy story of my Reading Week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is back to school and homework and all that stuff that I can't see being allowed (or getting any sort of credit for) giving up for Lent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114195284662608928?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114195284662608928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114195284662608928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114195284662608928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114195284662608928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-only-i-could-give-up-school-for.html' title='If only I could give up school for Lent...'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114049648411269929</id><published>2006-02-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T21:34:44.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Week Bliss</title><content type='html'>So, it is Reading Week around here, and so my super exciting plans revolve around pretending that I'm not acutally a student at the moment.   Sweet, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll probably start posting again on Monday.  Or not.  It entirely depends on how this week turns out, and then I'll be back with all sorts of exciting stories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114049648411269929?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114049648411269929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114049648411269929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114049648411269929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114049648411269929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/02/reading-week-bliss.html' title='Reading Week Bliss'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-114013354176177695</id><published>2006-02-16T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T16:45:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticky Wicket Explained and Un-Confounded</title><content type='html'>So, a while ago I started watching &lt;a href="http://www.buffyguide.com/"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/a&gt; on DVD.  It is going rather well so far for me.  Knitter, one of my upstairs neighbours, has all of the episodes, so it is both fun and economical to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was warned that Season One was sub-par, and I agree.  It does a good job of setting the story and the future tensions that would come out, but it left me a little wanting.  Season One focuses the story on Buffy, and places all of the pressure on her, story-wise.  Unfortunately, after watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0303461/"&gt;Firefly&lt;/a&gt; about umpty-zillion times, it falls a little flat.  Buffy was a good character and got rather well rounded, but the rest of the characters got left empty.  The surrounding cast become a group of excessively useless babies.  It was pretty sad, and almost hard to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also drove me nuts that Buffy was wearing bras to bed.  It is just one of those facts that firmly takes the tv show and places it within such a specific context that it does feel artificial. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that most of it is done for a reason.  The image of Buffy as innocent victim is repeatedly thrown at you as she both kicks ass and falls for Angel, the ultimate in "safe" bad-boy.  She is never shown as interested in a man unless she comes up to just below his shoulder, and he outweighs her by maybe 100 lbs.  The show also throws many horror movie staples at you, the viewer, as well.   The disembodied monster-hand.  The implacable advance of the monster.   The innocent victim.  The not-so innocent victim.   The ghostly child as pathway to Other and also expositor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I watched it, however, because I've never been able to watch horror and be able to deconstruct it before.  It was always too scary and I couldn't remove myself from watching it enough to look at it analytically before.  I'm actually pretty excited about perhaps being able to do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other main problem I had was with Angel.  He is supposed to be the romantic lead.  He is supposed to make the audience drool and cheer when kissing happens, and riot when shirts come off.  I remember watching a few episodes and having a huge crush on Angel.  It was a little disappointing to realize that not only was the crush completely gone, I was almost repelled by him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then inspiration struck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Angel is such a flat character, and is so mysterious, he becomes "that guy, you know, the one in black."  There is nothing there.  He just shows up, is good looking enough that you know you are supposed to want him, and then leaves.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I dig smart boys.  Boys who read make me do double-takes.  When I saw Prince Charming's bookcase, I knew for sure he was both very interesting and definitely worth my time.   It's not until Season Two that you see Angel's apartment, and you see the reams of cool books lying around.  He's just now becoming interesting and nicely layered (am currently watching Season Two.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) She is 16, he's 300-ish.  I'm 24, and wouldn't consider dating a 16-yr-old, or even and 21-yr-old.   It's beyond cradle-robbing, and is moving into criminal action for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Whoever does his eyebrows needs to take less off, and darken them a bit.  They are not dramatic enough.  His hair is dark enough that he could handle, and in fact needs a darker eyebrow.  It looks funny.  This is a complaint I've had of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004770/"&gt;David Boreanaz&lt;/a&gt; for a while, and it still needs doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-114013354176177695?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/114013354176177695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=114013354176177695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114013354176177695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/114013354176177695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/02/sticky-wicket-explained-and-un.html' title='Sticky Wicket Explained and Un-Confounded'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113996464633301967</id><published>2006-02-14T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:50:46.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Surprising Lack of Valentine's Day Funk</title><content type='html'>Today has gone surprisingly well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are new to the scene,  I will sum up.  I am engaged to Prince Charming.  He is, of course, very charming; but also is currently very far away.  He is going to school two time zones away and so is gone for about 8 months of the year.  This is the second year that the two of us have spent the 8 months apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently at about the half-way mark for our last 4 month stretch.  It feels so good to say that.  Prince Charming and I were not engaged when this started, that happened a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another key factoid to know.  My favorite holiday is Valentine's Day.  I love it.  I am not one of those people who bitches and complains about the hideosity that is Valentine's Day.  I adore it.  I still adore it when I'm single, I just adore it more when I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when you take those two facts and put them together, it sometimes makes for a very lonely and sad day filled with comfort m&amp;m's and ice cream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, and a very large one as well.  Today I am feeling pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is my true love far away, but I also had a midterm today which was accurately referenced in the syllabus as the Valentine's Day Massacre.  I fell asleep on the couch after I got home from school and slept way too long, and so was wide awake until 7 am.  Which was not a good thing, not at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of these factors, which should have added up into a great big ball of misery, somehow have not.  It has been a pretty good day.  I will go home and eat a nice dinner, with a nice big bowl of ice cream.  I will finish doing my notes for my last midterm tonight, and then I will settle down to a few episodes of Buffy (Season One). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day, and I will have a good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you all had and are having a good Valentine's Day, with many hugs and kisses from those who love you.  If not today, then soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113996464633301967?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113996464633301967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113996464633301967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113996464633301967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113996464633301967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/02/surprising-lack-of-valentines-day-funk.html' title='A Surprising Lack of Valentine&apos;s Day Funk'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113986867227122561</id><published>2006-02-13T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T15:11:14.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Wellville.... Maybe</title><content type='html'>Today I woke up and realized that something was different.   It took me a while to realize what the change was.   I could actually breathe through my nose.  It was a welcome change, and hopefully a portent of good health to come.  I still have my cough, but it is nowhere near the "Beth has consumption" level of hacking that it was.  It is actually approaching a civilized type of coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!  It is always exciting to be feeling better just in time for.... midterms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden, my excitement about my massive improvement in health has begun to fall flat.  Draining slowly and dribbling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep myself going thinking about the joy that will be reading week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113986867227122561?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113986867227122561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113986867227122561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113986867227122561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113986867227122561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/02/return-to-wellville-maybe.html' title='Return to Wellville.... Maybe'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113953115732740808</id><published>2006-02-09T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:25:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Starbucks Life, or Sorry Mr. Frost</title><content type='html'>I say the night will end in fire,&lt;br /&gt;He says in ice.&lt;br /&gt;From what I've tasted of the steamed apple cider&lt;br /&gt;I hold with those who favour fire.&lt;br /&gt;But if I should have to order twice,&lt;br /&gt;I think I know enough about drinks,&lt;br /&gt;To say that for my date&lt;br /&gt;The double chocolate chip frappachino&lt;br /&gt;Is also great,&lt;br /&gt;And would suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was studying at Starbucks, if you couldn't tell.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113953115732740808?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113953115732740808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113953115732740808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113953115732740808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113953115732740808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-starbucks-life-or-sorry-mr-frost.html' title='My Starbucks Life, or Sorry Mr. Frost'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113953068980532955</id><published>2006-02-09T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:18:16.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku # 2</title><content type='html'>deep thermal vents burn&lt;br /&gt;awakened, kissed by G-d&lt;br /&gt;the first in-drawn breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;also while studying the formation of the solar system&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113953068980532955?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113953068980532955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113953068980532955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113953068980532955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113953068980532955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/02/haiku-2.html' title='Haiku # 2'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113953056317227302</id><published>2006-02-09T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:16:03.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Haiku</title><content type='html'>in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;there was both explosion&lt;br /&gt;and nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;written while studying the formation of the solar system, last night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113953056317227302?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113953056317227302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113953056317227302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113953056317227302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113953056317227302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-first-haiku.html' title='My First Haiku'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113952980495441350</id><published>2006-02-09T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:16:39.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad About Haiku</title><content type='html'>I spent many years of my life unable to remember the number of syllabels that are in each line of a haiku. It was like knowing how to spell the word "answer" or how many centimeters go into an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I seem to be breaking out into haiku. It is very strange because while I have written many poems in many styles, I have never been drawn to the haiku before. I will admit that I am now enjoying them quite alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113952980495441350?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113952980495441350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113952980495441350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113952980495441350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113952980495441350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/02/mad-about-haiku.html' title='Mad About Haiku'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113849783105548021</id><published>2006-01-28T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T15:58:50.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Valentine's Day Haiku</title><content type='html'>i breathe in and out&lt;br /&gt;valentine's red and pink.&lt;br /&gt;i keep smelling you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113849783105548021?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113849783105548021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113849783105548021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113849783105548021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113849783105548021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/pre-valentines-day-haiku.html' title='Pre-Valentine&apos;s Day Haiku'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113849773546856025</id><published>2006-01-28T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:00:49.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4:55 PM - 9:25 PM</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a funeral. I don't have much to say because I never got to meet the diceased. He only lived about 4 and a half hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember that in my Eng 101 class, many years ago, people would ask questions about suffering, about the why and how it could happen. I suppose it is natural that people would want to know these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After more funerals and days of crying than I can count, the only thing I have decided about suffering is that when those around you hurt, you go to them and hurt with them. Acknowledge their pain and be with them while they hurt. When you hurt, go to those around you and allow them to see your pain and hurt with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognize that God is great, and life is painful. Both statements are true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113849773546856025?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113849773546856025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113849773546856025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113849773546856025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113849773546856025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/455-pm-925-pm.html' title='4:55 PM - 9:25 PM'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113822579537768663</id><published>2006-01-25T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:49:55.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had promised myself I would never do this...</title><content type='html'>When I read blogs, one of the fastest ways to bore me to death is by posting the link to your score on some quiz.  The quizzes come in anything from what "personality" tests , to what your personal fairy is, sexlife type, or what your magical power is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of doing this to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/rose-f-AN.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Amorous Nonconformist" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because it is always good to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/rose-m-PRINCE.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Playful Romantic Individual Needing Caresses and Embraces" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sexy.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexy.namedecoder.com/webimages/rose-m-CHARMING.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Charming Handsome Adonis Rendering Massage and Intense, Naughty Gratification" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm beginning to feel better, and should post again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113822579537768663?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113822579537768663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113822579537768663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113822579537768663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113822579537768663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-promised-myself-i-would-never-do.html' title='I had promised myself I would never do this...'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113806708759830411</id><published>2006-01-23T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T18:44:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Newsflash</title><content type='html'>I'm sick.  Actually sick.  After almost being well for, well, a while now.  I am sick yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend more time sick than well, what does that actually mean?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113806708759830411?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113806708759830411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113806708759830411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113806708759830411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113806708759830411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/newsflash.html' title='Newsflash'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113805480697675693</id><published>2006-01-23T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T15:20:06.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look, and more</title><content type='html'>Along with homework and learning to sew, I have become obsessed with changing my blog.  I desperately want a snazzier looking blog, and I went looking for templates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result I now find myself attempting to teach myself html &lt;a href="http://www.webmonkey.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; so I can make something myself. Because you know, it can't be that difficult if millions of people everywhere make up templates and stuff.  This will be interesting.  I've taught myself how to change colours, now I just have to... find out a format that I'll like for more than a week.  Ack.  I think I know what I want, I want a fabulous picture in the background, something minimalist probably, and I definitely want to change the font.  I've been thinking about themes, perhaps fish, or maybe a space-based pattern.  There are some absolutely fabulous pictures from Hubble and the different missions that have been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With other news, I went to go do my part in the electoral process earlier today.  I now have the right to bitch however I want about the federal government for the next four years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you live in Canada, GO VOTE NOW, you have approximately 4.25 hours left to vote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113805480697675693?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113805480697675693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113805480697675693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113805480697675693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113805480697675693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-look-and-more.html' title='A New Look, and more'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113780917940743539</id><published>2006-01-20T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T15:37:25.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun With Friends</title><content type='html'>This week has been a good week for spending time with friends. I spent Wednesday night with my friend and ex-roommate Palm Tree, and spent most of today with my other friend Stiletto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palm Tree is fun. I never know what we will end up doing or who will join us. She just moved back into the duplex where we lived together, and spending the night felt so odd, because while I had lived there for quite a while, the duplex looks a lot different now. The furniture is different and the basement, which was our super-girly hangout, has been transformed to the mecca of all things sports. The decorating scheme is focused around the projection tv and basketball jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so good to see her. She is the only roommate that I've ever had that I still keep in contact with. I totally blame her excess of patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known my other friend Stiletto, for eight years (how did that happen?) We sat next to each other in the back of our AP (Advanced Placement) English class and bonded over the teacher's dislike of the both of us and our love of poetry. Now she is my fashion coordinator and school buddy. She keeps me looking sharp. She is still disgusted about how she came back after being in China for a year and found that my wardrobe had regressed to shades of navy blue, olive and grey boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to go and hang out with Glen Fiddich, another really good friend of mine, and finish watching Firefly with him. It is my new obsession. I cannot explain how upset and bitter I am that there are only 14 episodes. I never got to watch it when it came out (I tend to not watch tv for a variety of reasons, most of which involve a lack of cable and evening shifts or courses) and I'm so sad about that. I'm even more sad that there isnt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may not be the most interesting post, it's basically just a list of what I've been up to (which actually does include school work, shockingly enough, AND going to the gym, absolutely frightening!) however, I feel good. I feel really good right now, and I hope to stick with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be that this semester is going to be easier school-wise, it could be my new exercise regime, and it could also be that this is the last semester that Prince Charming and I will be apart. It could also be a bit of all of it. I just hope that it doesn't go away any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stiletto is getting anxious. I'm borrowing her computer, and I think we have to go have fun now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113780917940743539?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113780917940743539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113780917940743539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113780917940743539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113780917940743539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/fun-with-friends.html' title='Fun With Friends'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113719789144335265</id><published>2006-01-13T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:18:11.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At the Hospital</title><content type='html'>Continuing in my series of posts from about town, I'm writing in the lobby of the hospital, where they have free internet.  Very exciting in a technology-is-everywhere sort of way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny is doing much much better.  She's looking like herself again, and talking more.  It's so good.  She's going on walks and stuff too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that my mother now knows that I have a blog.  Mom, if you are reading this, I just want you to know that sometimes you may think that you are reading a bad word.  Blogger has this thing where occasionally there are typos and they tend to look like bad words. For real, mom.  I don't know how to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. You are the best mom ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've never skipped class ever.  Or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I tell you I loved you? And you're the best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignore the potty-language. Its not really there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113719789144335265?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113719789144335265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113719789144335265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113719789144335265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113719789144335265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-hospital.html' title='At the Hospital'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113703167528850709</id><published>2006-01-11T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:41:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Library</title><content type='html'>For those of you who are in the know, you will know that my computer is on the fritz. It is something to do with my BIOS and memory. In that intersection is the reason why my computer still will not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I am at the &lt;a href="http://www.epl.ca"&gt;Library&lt;/a&gt; right now. In honor of that fact I am going to write about books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Frank Herbert's Dune. It is a magnificent book and I enjoy reading it every time I pick it up. All of the details that he puts into his book created this fascinating world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is truly a great book. So, on one hand, I totally understand why another writer might want to rip him off and use a plot line of his instead of making up a new one. I understand, but I don't recommend or endorse. In fact, I think that it is a pretty lame thing to do, and yet, it isn't the first time I've seen it done. &lt;a href="http://www.cindyholby.com"&gt;Colby Hodge &lt;/a&gt;did it in Stargazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the cover of Stargazer, and I'm not exactly sure why I picked it up and read it. There is a half naked guy on the cover who reminds me of someone. I'm not sure who though, and that always drives me nuts, so... I still have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that does not change the fact that if you change the name of the Circe in Stargazer and think of them as the Bene Gesserit and think of Shaun as a Maud'dib, it is almost like reading a cheaper and shoddier version of Dune. With more sex and hints of Star Wars I, like Padme (oops I meant Lilly) going to go to the Senate for help to fight the evil invasion of her lovely garden-like home planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'd not be so annoyed with this, except that I've seen it before, and I'm a little shocked. I come from the University, where at the beginning of every term, students are warned of the terrible penalties that await plagarism. Failure, expulsion, a one way trip to hell... you are made aware of them all. Apparently if you are a writer, you get published.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also seen this before with the Liadan Universe. The Liaden Universe is a series of fluffy books by Sharon Lee and Steve Miller that are half science fiction, and half romance with a dash of fantasy. I can't remember which of them is a Dune ripoff, but just look for the "fear is the mind-killer" mantra and the scene where Paul Atreides is tested by the Reverend Mother. There is at least one other of the books that was probably a rip off of another science fiction book I liked, but I haven't read the Liaden books in a while so if you are curious, you can go look yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number Two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfwriter.com"&gt;Robert Sawyer &lt;/a&gt;is coming to Edmonton Jan 29 to Stanley Milner Library at 2 pm. He is an amazing science fiction writer. Everyone who likes to read good books should go. I have one of them and I was so impressed by it. The two main characters go walking down Philosopher's Walk in Toronto, and when I was there last February, I absolutely had to go walk down it as well.  Calculating God was a great book, and I'm only sorry that I haven't read more books of his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Number Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sehinton.com"&gt;S.E. Hinton&lt;/a&gt; has written a new book.  It is fantastic.  Everyone should read it.  Even if you don't like vampire novels.  That's right.  The writer of the Outsiders and Rumble Fish has given us a novel about a vampire.  Hawkes Harbor is what a vampire novel should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is most of what I wanted to say today, because I'm running out of time here.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113703167528850709?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113703167528850709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113703167528850709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113703167528850709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113703167528850709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-library.html' title='At The Library'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17032480.post-113685075518125775</id><published>2006-01-09T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:53:50.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>I've had my first day of school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its always very exciting to have a first day of school. The first day is alot like New Year's Day. You have all of your good intentions leading you straight into the hell of finals week stress. Here is a list of things I've tried to do in previous semesters. I have now learned that one should take a bit of time with things like resolutions and such, and should not be rash when making them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Intentions I Have Had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Do all readings, and not only will I do them, but I will do them before classes&lt;br /&gt;2) Read chapters three times, to make sure you understand them, like those gradschool TA's tell you to, so you too can suceed.&lt;br /&gt;3) Also read something off the recommended list, no, I will read several somethings off the recommended list.&lt;br /&gt;4) Start your big projects in two weeks, so you can have them done before you usually start them, the day before the day before they are due.&lt;br /&gt;5) Get up early every day, so you can have breakfast before your classes.&lt;br /&gt;6) Go to all classes, no matter how boring.&lt;br /&gt;7) Not be late to any classes, no matter how boring.&lt;br /&gt;8) Go to gym and be healthy. Eat good food and not Kraft Dinner for the thirty-third meal in a row.&lt;br /&gt;9) Walk to school, not just jumping on the bus. After all, I'll be getting up early enough that I can, and it will help with being healthy.&lt;br /&gt;10) Go back to the pre-requisite courses and study up on the stuff I didn't quite catch the first time (but totally fluked my way through) for the class I'm taking now and actually do need to know.&lt;br /&gt;11) Go to the extra-curricular speakers that occasionally come to the school to give interesting talks on subjects that are both interesting and unknown to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say that I don't think that I have ever been able to keep all or any of those resolutions. Part of me feels a bit depressed and low-self-esteem-y at that, but another part of myself just reminds me that perhaps this next semester will not only be my last, but my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the good part about the first day of something new, there is a break point. You can say to yourself that no matter how it was before, now you are onto something new. As you say that to yourself, you know that it is true. You just have to keep on going, and working, and perhaps, if you work your hardest, and never give up, you might get somewhere near where you wanted to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17032480-113685075518125775?l=serasonho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/feeds/113685075518125775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17032480&amp;postID=113685075518125775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113685075518125775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17032480/posts/default/113685075518125775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serasonho.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>an</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
