Originally posted by neo_prodigy at Spirit Day

Come to InConJunction and see the It's Not Our Fault Players perform "InConJunction: The Musical"!

The following is a survey I am conducting for a problem-solving class in college. It seems to me that [redacted]. If you have the time, please copy and paste the questions and post your answers to the comments of this entry, just like if you were filling out a meme. Thanks very much for your time!



1.) What is your age range? (Please specify):

18 – 24       25 – 30       31 – 40
41 – 50       51 – 60       61 – 70
Other

2.) How many years of sewing experience do you have?

3.) How often do you sew?

4.) Why do you sew this frequently or infrequently?

5.) Do you sew most often for yourself, or for other people?

6.) What do you sew the most often? (Examples: Clothes for adults, clothes for children, costumes, gender specific clothes, et cetera)

7.) Do you generally use commercial sewing patterns produced by companies such as Simplicity, Butterick, and McCall’s? Why or why not?

8.) If you have used commercial sewing patterns published by other companies (Note: Vogue is a child company of McCall’s), what did you like or not like about their pattern instructions? Why did you like or not like these things?

9.) Do you follow a pattern’s instructions while you are using it? Why or why not?

10.) Do you feel that the instructions for commercial sewing patterns are easy to follow? Why or why not?

11.) Should the instructions for commercial sewing patterns be more specifically aimed at inexperienced seamstresses, and therefore use plainer language and clearer descriptions (just as a start)? Why or why not?

12.) Do you think that the diagrams included in commercial sewing pattern instructions are confusing? Why or why not?

13.) Do you think there should be more diagrams used in commercial sewing pattern instructions? Why or why not?

14.) Would you be interested in the ability to access pattern instructions on the Internet, as well as having a printed copy with your pattern? Keep in mind this would have many benefits other than allowing you access to the instructions if you lose your printed copy. Why or why not?

15.) Would you be interested in having access to instructional videos on the Internet for the pattern you are using? Why or why not?

16.) What changes would you like to see made to commercial pattern instructions to make them more convenient for your use?

17.) What pattern would you say has been the most difficult for you? If you can’t name a specific pattern, the name of the company that published it will do nicely. Why was this pattern so difficult for you?


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You guys TOTALLY rock my socks off! Thank you all so much for your responses! Keep your responses flowing!

EDIT the second
For those who may be interested, I have added my own replies to the survey in the comments. It's time to start colating the data, so I'm not really worried about tainting future answers, since I'm not really accepting any. Keep an eye out for a later post with some stats from the data in it!

Fox News is evidently taking a poll to see if people think DADT should be repealed.

I am posting this entry publicly, because I feel it is something important enough to share with any random strangers who happen upon my journal.

You can read more in-depth information about this issue here.

In an attempt to summarize my thoughts and feelings on the matter, I will say this.

Universal has committed theft, plain and simple. I will not pay money to see "Repo Men", and I will do what I can to discourage others from wasting their money on it. I will instead refer them to the original and better incarnation of the idea, that of course being "REPO! The Genetic Opera". I know that legally, Universal has not committed theft. However, I feel the lawyers should get bent. It's still theft, even if the United States Judicial System doesn't believe it is.

I am Repo Army. And Universal will not get one red cent of my money in the name of their movie "Repo Men".

For my final project, I decided to research cats. While I know it may be hard for some people to believe, I've actually never done any formal research on them. What I know about them is knowledge I acquired through having and being around them. I've literally had cats all my life.

You can read up on them here.

I had intended to come in dressed as a cat (which I did), and to talk about what I read. Of course, being in character, I wasn't going to just start spouting off a bunch of things. I was hoping people would actually ask questions about them, or provide me with convenient segues (which did happen a bit) and thereby allow me to wow you with my knowledge of cats while staying in character. That....didn't work too well.

I absolutely love how my cat ears turned out, though. They were a total experiment.

So it was a fun project. I learned things I didn't know (like the fact that the spines on cats' tongues are rigid because they contain keratin, the same stuff that makes up your fingernails). I do wish I had looked into the subject more. I think I would specifically be interested in learning more about cat behavior.

So until next time, meow.

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Also, to see a full list of the Seeing Sideways blogs, please click here. Beth, if you're missing any, or think you're missing any, please let me know. I should only have missed three.

My boy has posted a survey about marriage, civil unions, and divorce for opposite and same-sex couples. Whatever your belief on the subject, please go respond to the survey.

http://xastabus.livejournal.com/9728.html

He wants to get as many responses as possible.

This is how windy it was today in Indianapolis.

So, this week we are supposed to make up a holiday. I quite like this idea, as who doesn't like holidays? You get the excuse to take a load off, eat lots of food, see people you (hopefully) like, and sometimes even get and receive gifts. We need more holidays, I feel. And not necessarily ones where we are expected to give gifts, like the greeting card companies seem to enjoy fabricating. Just a time to be with people we love, eat things we love, and generally be groovy and mellow.

Good lord I sound like a hippie who enjoys his reefer. Anyway.

My holiday isn't one I've made up necessarily, but it is one that I feel more people should recognize exists. My holiday is the Mental Health Day.

Mental Health Day can be any day or series of days during the year. It generally occurrs when one is too stressed or overworked to deal with the rest of the world. Typical customs for celebrating this holiday include (at least for me) catching up on sleep, catching up on homework, eating comfort food, playing video games, sewing, catching up on housework, writing, reading, and watching TV and/or movies.

Mental Health Day can be celebrated in numerous ways, and it is possible that it knows no cultural bounds. Everyone needs a day off from the rest of the world sometimes.

So the next time you're tearing your hair out due to stress, take a step back and schedule yourself a Mental Health Day. Curl up on the couch with your favorite munchies and the TV remote easily in reach, and tell the world to go fuck itself for the day. Or if you're extra lucky and have some vacation time saved up, tell the world to fuck itself for multiple days! Don't check your email, don't answer the phone, forget about venturing outside to check the mail. Though do make sure you still take care of your pets, as they are part of YOUR world, not the rest of the world.

Happy Mental Health Day!

Where apostrophes go, and where they don't.

Read it. Learn it. Commit it to memory. And please, those of you who habitually misuse apostrophes....stop giving me a headache.

My one thought from yesterday's class:

Some people need to either learn how to appreciate things for what they are instead of nitpicking every little thing about them, or at least let other people enjoy something for what it is instead of nitpicking every little thing.

Some of these might not be as interesting as trees going insane, but they're things I actually wonder fairly often.

What if....

1. Chuck had survived his heart attack?


2. neither of my parents had been abused as children?


3. my Sister had never married that douche bag?


4. I had died that time?


5. or that other time?


6. or that other-other time?


7. the sky were purple?


8. I hadn't gone to visit dad that one summer?


9. we hadn't been strong enough to fight for each other?


10. I still wanted to be a scientist?


11. I had known who I was in high school enough to really be myself?


12. I spoke my mind more often?


13. my aunt hadn't called us about the stray kitten in her neighborhood?


14. I dwelled on the past more?


15. Mory decides to cheat on Riran with her First Lieutenant?


16. she "accidentally" kills him before the second part of the book begins?


17. I suddenly win a million dollars?


18. I take far too long to come up with all of these questions?


19. none of these questions had answers?


20. self-absorbed people could see things from the point of view of the people they've been hurting for one day?


21. the Point of View Gun really existed?


22. the answer to Life, the Universe, and Everything really was 42?


23. the question of Life, the Universe, and Everything really was Canadian geese?


24. we actually manage to get a regular Paranoia group started?


25. my boy gets promoted?


26. my boy doesn't get promoted?


27. I randomly get a paper cut later?


28. Airyn and Azaelia never meet?


29. Solaris never tells Yang his secret?


30. magic really worked the way it does in the movies?


31. I can't actually think of fifty of these?


32. I'm not the only one to worry about making fifty of these as one of the questions?


33. I had never gotten that one scar in fifth grade?


34. I had never had my heart broken?


35. the button on my sleeve cuff hadn't come undone just now?


36. my stupid cat would stop hissing at the other one when he's doing absolutely nothing wrong? ¬_¬


37. they had been there last night?


38. they hadn't been there last night?


39. my mom hadn't developed her heart condition?


40. the common color of currency (yay alliteration!) in this country was purple or royal blue instead of green?


41. genies really lived in old oil lamps and really granted wishes?


42. there were such thing as a wild unicorn preservation park?


43. getting into Faerie was as easy as it is in some literature?


44. I go to Kristen Britain's website in a minute to see if she's finally announced the fifth book in the "Green Rider" series yet?


45. society didn't pressure me to be skinny?


46. society did pressure people (more than it does) to never start smoking, and stop if they've started?


47. my cousin's mom hadn't given him FAS?


48. HIV/AIDS never existed?


49. doorknobs were most commonly trapezoidal?


50. we were where people thought we'd be in the Fifties?

Ok, having some issues at the moment, so we'll see how coherent this entry is.

The question--or something like it, anyway--"How do you know who you are?" was asked in class yesterday. I think I know who I am the way I've come to learn a lot of things--by trial and error.

We talked about being free from our parents' house for the first time in our lives. The first thing that came to mind was this comic.

I was also intending to describe how I was in high school, as I was very different back then, but will instead simply state one of my favorite phrases:
"Proudly marching to the tune of a different kettle of fish."

And that's going to be it because....yeah. Having some issues.

As always, these are just some random thoughts I wrote down during class.

Poetry as an outlet--
I must have been a lot more depressed in high school than I realized. I wrote a shit ton of poetry in high school, most of which was Cutty McSlitwrist worthy.

I think my issues this semester stme from:
The two classes I'm taking where I am bored every class because, to date, I already knew pretty much everything
Being tired of and frustrated with being outside of my comfort zone (AKA away from home) so often during the week

I am a serious homebody. I would rather be at home, where all of my stuff is and all of my cats are and I can be myself as much as I want, than anywhere else in the world. And I get seriously weary, seriously quickly, of having to deal with people. I don't really like people for the most part. I'd much rather be around people with whom I've talked enough that there's some familiarity (like y'all from class) than total strangers, who are, in my experience, largely stupid and annoying.

Moving on....
My philosophy has always been to get done what I need to do so that it doesn't intrude on what I want to do.

Other thoughts....
How do I rectify what I WANT (and actually need) to do with what I NEED to do?

I'm stuck because of money. I need money to live, first off, but I also need to pay off my student loans. Ergo, I need my stupid piece of paper to survive. If I could pay that shit off with sewing, I would, but I'm pessimistic about if I could actually do that. The stupid piece of paper would also help me to acquire capital to finance my sewing. But I'm not really sure I want to do web design professionally anymore, except for when it comes to promoting my own company.

Jumping off the cliff can be rewarding. If I didn't have the money stopping me....would I jump off the cliff?

So I was trying to think of something to do. Something that would grab peoples' attention without violating my own personal sense of ethics. I'm not into the stuff that's so shocking that it goes too far over the line. On the other hand, the weird and random is very good at getting my attention.

Tuesday evening, I was in the lobby of the IT building waiting for my fiancé to come pick me up. I looked over and happened to spot a plastic dinosaur toy sitting on a garbage can. As it was very random and (I thought) quite silly, I snapped some photos of it just for the hell of it. I was then inspired with something to do for this assignment using a photo of the dinosaur toy.

I thought of a PSA. Kind of like those old wartime propaganda posters they used to have--Uncle Sam and Rosie the Riveter are two of the most well-known characters from those posters. So now, I introduce to you....

( Mr. Pachycephalosaur! )

Mr. Pachycephalosaur was claimed very shortly after I took my photographs of him, by someone who sounded like she knew who his owner was. Hopefully he is not perilously perched on any sort of refuse receptacle any longer.

Here are my thoughts from this week's class. As always, I can't promise that any of them will make sense.

( MATH TOAD!! )

I enjoyed the phrase "Sometimes you need to do jack shit to get shit done".

What makes something funny? There's always irony (which we talked about a bit in class), but it got me thinking. One thing that a lot of people find funny that I generally don't is stupidity. As in "That's so stupid it's funny". But there are some stupid things that I find hysterical. For example,



Fuckin' hilarious. And as dumb as the day is long.

But then I thought about something like Robot Chicken (sorry, guys) or most of South Park and am wondering why it is I find something like Powerthirst funny but find, on the whole, that most of the aforementioned shows make me feel like I'm losing brain cells when I watch them. Though South Park is actually pretty close to the line of actually being funny to me, though there is quite a bit of it that I simply find dumb. So yes. Food for thought for me.

And continuing in my stream of consciousness manner....

I find it hypocritical for parents to not want their children to hear "that language" on the TV or the radio when they use it all the time at home in front of their kids anyway. Also, this rather reminds me of one of my big beefs with society today.

There are those who say we shouldn't allow companies to publish violent video games (much the same way there are those who say we shouldn't be allowed to play certain words on the TV and radio). They don't want the games/words to be a bad influence on their kids. Or, in the case of the games, people worry about kids' minds getting warped to the point where they'll just go around shooting people. These people who don't want companies to be allowed to publish violent video games are, I feel, forgetting something.

It is the parents' responsibility to look after their children. Not the game manufacturers', not the retailers'. That's why we have a ratings system for games. Most stores that sell video games do not allow minors to buy games of a certain rating. As someone said in class yesterday, "They still get ahold of them anyway". In most cases, that's because their parents are idiots and buy them games that are maybe not suitable for them. The parents are also idiots because they don't actually parent their children.

People complain that the level of realism in violent video games turns children into killers. Those of us who have parents that actually taught them things like the difference between reality and fiction, and how to put ourselves in another's shoes, think that those other people are full of shit.

It is the parent's responsibility to keep games they don't like away from their kids, and also to make sure they know that, gee, killing people is wrong.

This is rather obviously a touchy subject with me, isn't it? And no, it's not really about the video games. It's about how I repeatedly see parents having kids and then not taking the time and effort to actually parent them. Whenever I see someone who actually does take care of the tiny humans they brought into the world, it makes me very, very happy.

Anyway! New topic.

I had an interesting thought in class while we were talking about people having access to the Internet. Said access is a very common thing nowadays, and so the people without it can be at somewhat of a disadvantage. This reminded me of how people in class will, from time to time, mention some commercial they saw on TV, or some show or another, and the fact that I have no idea what they're talking about. I haven't had cable for the first time in a very long time since February. Even though it's stupid little shit like commercials, it bothers me that I am missing out on some pop culture stuff. So yes.

Ok. I'll stop rambling now. Oo, though real quick, I've added some photos of my blue and silver corset to the Bound and Determined post.

I really like being selfish with my time. The rest of the world controls so much of it. It tells me that I should go get a job to make money to buy things, it tells me that I should go to school to get a stupid piece of paper that says I can do things (to go out and get a job to make money to buy things....), it tells me lots of things. I greatly enjoy being able to tell it to fuck off.

I did just that yesterday, though I had already planned to do so long before I read this week's assignment.

The cancelled class Monday was rather fortuitous, as at about 3:00 that afternoon I had arrived at my mother's house. In Cleveland. Ohio. Kinda hard to come to class when you're five hours away.

My purpose for being in Ohio was to attend the funeral for someone who, while he wasn't related to me, was more of a father than my biological sperm donor. (You can feel the love, can't you?) The wake was Monday, and the funeral/burial was Tuesday. We came back Tuesday afternoon.

I did NOT want to be around people yesterday. Honestly, I didn't want to be around people today but knew that I really shouldn't miss another session of my metals class (it's a Tuesday/Thursday class). So Wednesday was my day to be selfish, fuck the world, and be with my cats.

I watched movies--"Spaceballs", "Blazing Saddles", "Outrageous Fortune", "Galaxy Quest", "Johnny Dangerously", and "Real Genius". Yeah, see, this is what happens when Katt is without cable. I also had chocolate at various points during the day. Mm, chocolate. And the project I was working on that afternoon was my fiancé's kilt for our wedding next year.

Kilts, I'm discovering, are a pain in the ass. At least they are with solid color fabrics. I'm hoping they're easier to make when they're actually plaid and one is pleating to the sett rather than just making random pleats and hoping they're all the same size. I didn't get terribly far on it, because I had to take out most of the pins (I screwed up), but then I went about pinning it in a different fashion and now it's working out better.

This is actually the first one I've ever started on. So far I think it's turning out pretty well, so I'm quite excited about it ^_^

So that was pretty much my day to be selfish. Now I just have to try and wrap my brain around the other part of the assignment.

And stop feeling like crap long enough to get caught up with all of my other homework >_>



Edited to include the second part of the assignment

I find myself having quite a bit of trouble with this one. I can't really think of any software "rules" to break. I have an idea about one, though it's probably not quite what was intended.

One rule I prefer to abide by that Adobe apparently decided was stupid was that interactive webpage menus (AKA "pop-up" menus) should be made using JavaScript. As some of you may know, Adobe decided that, in Dreamweaver CS4, pop-up menus should be made using CSS instead. Sorry, what?

THE JS menus have their problems, I know. But from where I'm sitting, the CSS menus have more problems, which are more severe. Keep in mind, this is a WYSIWYG (What You See Is What You Get) program. This is supposed to be a tool that makes building webpages and websites easier, right? CSS pop-up menus have been incredibly difficult to use. It possible, admittedly, that I just wasn't doing it right since, as I said, this feature is new to CS4. But it's still damned annoying.

So I break this rule often, gleefully and with gusto. And it's definitely something I have to WANT to do, as I have to jump through some hoops in order to do it.

The JS menus may have been depricated in Dreamweaver CS4. Thankfully, however, Adobe did at least do ONE smart thing and allow users to edit preexisting JS pop-up menus. And now we commence the hoop jumping.

When I'm making a new webpage/site and I want it to have JS menus on it, I have to first either copy the JS code from a different file, or start my new file using the old file as a base. Then I can freely apply new menus to new buttons/hot spots and delete the old stuff. It is actually a simple process, but it annoys me that I have to do that in order to use the kind of menu I want. Sorry, there should be the option of either using CSS or JS to make pop-up menus.

But that's about the only thing I could really think of. The software I use the most often is Notepad++, followed very closely by Photoshop. I'm not terribly versed in using Photoshop, so I wasn't sure where to go with that one.

I was also thinking about the design principles that they drill into our heads, since Beth said "confine this one to software or other New Media things". They teach us the concepts of balance, symmetry, and all of that fun stuff. So in order to break those "rules", one would have to do the opposite. Which would be asymmetry. Which they also teach us to use in our designs.

So yes. That's my two cents on this assignment.

I all comes back to sewing if I can make it. See, I told you I was obsessed.

So, we're supposed to come up with something that is multi-layered, multifaceted, more than meets the eye....

No, Optimus, not you. You'll have to go be the center of attention somewhere else.

The first things I thought about were corsets. They have plenty of potential to be more than they appear.

First off, there are literally multi-layered. At least any of the really good ones are, and all of the ones I make. But there's a lot more depth to them than that.

And keep in mind, most of this is subjective since I've made about seven of them. Five of them are in the same style, and so that's quite old hat to me now. It's gotten to the point where it's comfortably familiar, but not yet boring enough for me to take the leap off into the great unknown. But I'll get to that in a minute.

They were a big mystery to me at first. You take fabric, run a bunch of steel through it, and suddenly you have OMFGholycrapcleavage. I thought it was actually the boning that gave corsets their support. I was wrong.

See, a proper corset (to me, anyway) has at least two layers, one of which is (or should be, anyway) a foundation layer. This foundation layer is made of a sturdy kind of material such as coutil, or a kind of canvas known as duck (which is what I actually use). The boning is there to keep the fabric from warping, but it really is the fabric that provides the base of the support. Which is why you may have noticed that buying off the rack "corsets" in the mall sticks you with a garment that doesn't support you like you need it to. That and they all use shitty plastic boning.

Anyway.

I also thought they were pretty complicated at first. And don't get me wrong, I'm sure they can be. That "leap off into the great unknown" I mentioned a bit ago? That, for me, is what is known as "bespoke corsetry", which is the truly custom stuff. You take a person's measurements, and actually create (or draft) a pattern from those measurements. The ones I've made thus far have been made using a commercial pattern I bought (which I, personally, have had lots of success with). Then you get into where do you put this boning stuff anyway, cups instead of princess seams, busks, different sizes of grommets, different places to lace things, and the list goes on and on and on.

So there's still a lot that is a mystery to me. But the ones I've been making are, to me, not as complicated as I thought they would be. What they really are is time-consuming.

Corsets are also more than they seem to the people around me. I cannot tell you the number of times I've been asked a certain question about them. It never fails that when I wear a corset, I get asked this question. And no, I'm not going to let you know what it is yet, because I want to see how many people ask it of me next week.

So corsets have, to me, anyway, often been a source of surprise when my first assumptions were dashed. And they even provide some befuddlement for the people around me, as those people have their own assumptions about them.

That and they're just damn fun.

New
And now, ( photos! )

This style is getting a little boring. I think it's time to move on to the truly custom stuff.

Fear vs. anxiety -- what's the difference? Any thoughts, anybody?

There were many ideas tossed around in class. The one I liked the most was that fear is instinctual, whereas anxiety is habitual. Not entirely sure what I will do with this information, but there it is. Also, I think the two are very closely linked. Perhaps one might say that fear always involves anxiety but anxiety doesn't necessarily have to involve fear.

Also, we talked about being afraid of death. That discussion reminded me, yet again, of my habit of assuming that everyone thinks that words mean the same things as I think they mean.

When I say "I am afraid of death" it is not necessarily the actual act of dying to which I am referring. I do agree with Beth--I would be afraid of dying in a painful manner. But in general, the actual act of dying isn't was frightens me. What frightens me is the age-old question, which is something that scholars, theologens, and pretty much everyone else has tried to answer. What happens after?

And I'm going to leave it at that, since thinking about it too much literally sends me into panic mode. I haven't had a full-blown panic attack because of it yet, and I really don't want to push it. And I have been thinking about it a lot lately for numerous reasons, so....yes. On to a different topic now.

A much different topic. Let's talk about cardboard snuff porn!

....well, go on, talk about it.

We were told to take something away from the empty pizza boxes in class--either physically or intangibly (as I suppose those really are our only two options)--and combine that with something fear related. The thing that I immediately thought of may not be all that creative, but there are plenty of ways to use that thought as a spring board.

There was sausage on some of the pizza. Sausage comes to us from piggies. I know at least two people who are allergic to pork, though their allergies are to differing degrees. As I know most people tend to fear things to which they are allergic, there you go. Though I'd rather think that these individuals are more afraid of the meat that comes from the piggies, rather than the piggies themselves, as piggies are, by and large, sweet animals. Referring to temperment. Not flavor.

It amused me, after having this thought, that I have a blue plastic piggie on my keychain. Because I'm easily amused, you see. I got him at Gay Pride Day three years ago, and he's cute and blue and so he's on my keychain. Thinking about piggies also makes me think of Invader Zim, which also amuses me.

So I am essentially left with the idea of being afraid of pork and/or pigs in general. Using this idea, I could attempt to assuage fears or exacerbate them. On one side of the coin, I could, for example, create an organization that is dedicated to helping those with swinophobia get over their fear. On the other side, it would also be possible to use this fear against those who have it and terrify the living daylights out of them. Not that I would want to do anything like that or anything....

Seriously, though. Pigs may not be as terrifying as clowns, but I could definitely see an amusing "It" parody with pigs instead of a clown. Very likely in the style of the "in Sixty Seconds Reinacted by Bunnies" animations. Or something. Although live action would be even funnier, with a stuffed pig instead of a real pig, with some sort of very cheesy voiceover....think Rick Moranis doing his Dark Helmet voice from "Spaceballs", only imagine a stuffed pig instead of Rick Moranis.

Wow, hooray for run-on sentences.

Anyway! I would laugh, and as I'm a selfish wench, that would be the important thing.

....I am so totally making that video sometime....

So apparently I completely spaced making a blog entry for our assignment from last time. Whoops >_>

From this week's class, I have the following to share....

This class is like "Quiet Log Time", only without the chicken threatening to kill me part.

How to get to your chair in the dark--
"I think I have an app for that."

I enjoyed talking in the dark because it helps me be less self-conscious. As I am often afraid that I am being too loud and that sometimes makes me afraid to participate in group discussions, this is a good thing. I'm very sensitive to body language--sometimes too sensitive--so not being able to really see anyone very clearly was quite relaxing.

"Your name is not Hot Wheels."
"....ok, that's inappropriate."
"It's ok, Beth, I went there too."

And something I learned today:

For me, "thinking outside of the box" isn't necessarily about avoiding what is conventional or normal for other people. Rather, it's about avoiding what I am used to. Habitually resorting to the same thought patterns not only bores my pants (skirt?) off, but produces things that I, at least, find to be unimaginative and bland. I am very particular about my tastes in things, and so the limitations presented by that result in my being repeatedly attracted to the same ideas and concepts. Very often when I'm trying to think outside of the box, what I want to do is something that I have never done before.

Also, a random thought I had after class that really has no bearing on the class itself....

I have to wonder what would happen if I showed up to school barefoot one day, and kept my shoes off for the entire day. It would be an interesting experiment. Beth, you're corrupting me.

And lastly, I leave you all with this, and a series of quotes for you to guess the origins of:

"Spoon!"
"There is no spoon."
"There is only Zuul."

That shouldn't be much of a challenge for most of you. Bonus points if you can name the origins of all three lines.

Now then. Off to make a post about this week's assignment, and then get back to work on other homework (I found an excuse to make a corset for homework, how awesome is that?!). Toodles!

Wow, it's really hard to resist the urge to hit the "friends only" option down below!

Anyway! My thoughts on class today....

I have never laughed that much in any class in my entire life, and it's been a while since I laughed that much period, or that hard. It seems like there are some really groovy people in the class, and I'm looking forward to spending the semester with this group. I'm enjoying the feeling of unrealized potential--which I usually feel in most classes I take in the very beginning--but I'm especially enjoying it when it comes to this class because I think there are a lot of awesome people in it.

The textbooks are listed and talked about as "required", and yet Beth said they were mostly for our benefit as she won't be giving us assignments out of them. So I'm more than a bit hesitant to drop money on them >_>

I'm really looking forward to the next class, and am sorry we don't get to meet next week. I know this class will be work (at least it seems that way from the sounds of things), but it definitely seems like it's going to be a lot of play, too. And I'm really looking forward to that.

Also, unlike some other Robin Hoods, I can speak with an English accent.

So, you've found my LiveJournal. Good for you.

All of the updates to this journal are only viewable by the people on my friends list. If this is inconvenient for you, then it sucks to be you.

Feel free to friend me if you like, but keep in mind that doing so doesn't automatically cause me to return the favor. If you do feel the desire to friend me, please introduce yourself to me when you do so via a private message. (Obviously, if I already know you in real life, you don't have to worry about this part.) Failure to do this will result in the chances of my friending you being very, very small. If you don't care, I do, of course, completely respect that. Unless you fall into a very select category of people, I don't really expect you to want my attention at all.

And so there you have it. Have a nice day.