Wild for Gelato

I must get an ice-cream maker, prontissimo; I just found a recipe for Wild Blueberry Gelato.

This brings back a quiet, sunny afternoon in Padua when I succumbed to the seductive sweet of one scoop of this homemade treat, and a scoop on top of lemon. Yep, I'm ready to go back.

Hey, my Peep is semi-famous. Hooray!

Pure Sugary Bliss

Lord of the Peeps: The Fellowship of the Peep. Complete with action figures.

Oh, bliss: Peeps at the Library. I'm speechless.

Never, ever, ask a pair of librarians about humorous peep websites. You will find out more than you ever wished to know.

Ouch!

Today has been painful in more days than one.

As I not-so-gracefully slung myself into my office, I slammed my left pinkie toe into a column with sufficient force to bring said column toppling upon my head--but thankfully our home is well-built, and I only succeeded in nearly slicing a hefty portion of meat off the end of my toe. Alex hadn't left for work yet, so he carried me into the bathroom, where I faintly demanded bandaids, a trashcan, and bactine in a tone that indicated I had small amounts of both patience and confidence. Thankfully, my spouse seemed to understand that my attitude was born of pain and the fluttery feeling that accompanied the rush of blood leaving my toe.

I managed not to break the ridiculously small digit, but you'd never know it from the pain. I hobbled about the house as little as possible, lest I suffer the sensation that rather large piranhas were munching on my left foot.

The rest of the day's pain came in the form of my Inferential Statistics Assignment. Although the work itself wasn't quite as dreadful as I had been--er--dreading, the program that we're supposed to use crashed my laptop after half an hour of fighting, and then I fought with it for another half hour on the desktop. I hope the laptop speaks to me tomorrow after being put through such a torturous experience.

My high school opinion of Statistics as a subject of study has changed very little. It's a suspicious sort of opinion born of the fact that the more I learn about statistics, the more I become aware that they can be construed to appear to support any theory you wish. I will here grudgingly admit that they can also be a useful research tool, but I remain suspicious.

Okay, I am now nostalgically satiated. I've had the 80's Nickelodeon show, "Pinwheel," theme song stuck in my head for weeks, and couldn't quite remember what the show was about, other than that it featured puppets. Then after Google-ing it, not only do I find it, but the site is called RetroJunk and its graphics feature the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Lion-O, He-Man, and the A-Team. Pure eighties bliss.

Much like this. In the immortal words of the Comic Book Guy, "Best... episode... ever."

The Weekend Update

Escapee
Originally uploaded by Starrlett.

Art Projects! Peeps! Visting Parents! Giant Steins! and more photos await you at my Flickr page. (Also includes some older updates from January.)

Stories to tell and jokes to be had at my expense, but they must wait while I run some errands and get myself to work.

Oh, and thank you Helen for re-posting this site; I had been thinking about it this weekend... Enjoy the demented fruits of Peep Research.

And a Good Friday to You

Oh...my....gosh.
There are no words.

"Star Trek's Synthehol Now Possible?"
"Duke Nukem Forever Update"

Slashdot, you have broken my mind.

"Display"-ing my Skills?

Ouch, painful pun, wasn't it? Anyhow, this is the display that I was blogging about a few days ago. You can see more photos (and more clear views of the banners I designed) on my Flickr page. (Still working on this display, though.)

I got a haircut--yay!

I woke up with this totally random craving for frosting, and it turns out that today there was a Student Worker Awards shindig--with cake! Frosting craving satiated.

It's Taxing

This pretty much sums up how I feel about taxes.



The irony, however, is that much as I dread the drudgery of it all each March/April, and every year I make heartfelt and ancient oaths that next year I will take it to a CPA goshdarnit, I come back the next year for more torture. Why? Because I am a control freak and a sick, sick person. What's the point of paying someone several hundred dollars just to file the thing when I'll still insist on sorting and labeling a year's worth of receipts, instead of dumping my shoebox of financial papers off like any normal person. Having someone else do my taxes probably won't save me any time or heartache in the end, and if I did miraculously decide to let go my iron grip and not examine how they got every decimal point, I'd either scrutinize the whole thing at length afterward, or I'd be kept up at night for months wondering how on earth they calculated my home office deduction at $781.33. Shouldn't it be 779.31? Will I get audited for their ridiculous oversight? Can it jeopardize my future plans of retiring in ridiculous wealth to a shabby Venetian mansion?

It's a darn good thing I like sci-fi, computers, and video games. If I wasn't so quirkily geeky, I'd be in imminent danger of just being annoyingly, boringly nerdy. Good thing I'm not going into a profession traditionally perceived as nerdy.

Darn it.

How to Turn a Bad Hair Day Into a Fashion Statement