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That post I linked to yesterday has inspired an entire community. Jeebus. I can feel my free time draining away as I type.

And of course, I've decided this is the perfect time to bust out some of the alt.adjective.noun.verb.verb.verb-y goodness I composed a couple years ago:




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[livejournal.com profile] qwantz has, in his words, "totally just invented the best format for music EVER."

Nature of this format:
- example found behind the following cut
- example also found prior to cut

Things that are behind the following cut:
- my contribution to the madness

Reasons it is here:
- Already too many comments on above page for me to want to:
-- add directly to the madness something that might have already been done
-- wade through and check if it's already been done

Reasons it is behind a cut:
- length

Amount of further ado anticipated:
- none )
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Lately I've managed (at long last) to make a start at unpacking all the large boxen I've been carting around unopened through several moves. Hence this conversation:

[livejournal.com profile] saizai: Is this bowl new?
[livejournal.com profile] vvvexation: No, just Newly Recovered From Box.
Sai: Ah, a recent archaeological discovery.
V: From the late, er, high school period.
Sai: That needs a better name.
V: Mmm. How d'you say "high school" in Latin?
Sai: Ask Audrey.
V: "From the late Askaudrey period."
Sai: Hmm. That actually works if you pronounce it right.
Named after Askaudrey, of course. Emilio Askaudrey.
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This is very weird.

Last year when I was working the polls, there was one voter who seemed vaguely familiar, and her name seemed even more familiar. I was sure I'd seen her or heard of her somewhere else, but couldn't think where, and it drove me nuts. I even posted a Missed Connections ad on Craigslist--nothing too creepy, just "help me figure this out"--on the off chance she'd read it, but apparently she didn't.

Today I was picking up a package in the manager's office and saw her name on another package. Apparently she or someone with the same name lives on my floor.

In other words, either this woman who I'd seen or heard of somewhere just happened to live somewhere near me last year, and then just happened to move, at about the same time I did, to the same building, nowhere near the old neighborhood--specifically to the same floor of the same building--or else there are just too many people sharing this one name. But I Googled it and it doesn't seem to be a terribly common one.

I really really want to contact her and figure out what the deal is. This seems too much like one of those weird fate things, though I can't imagine what the purpose of it might be. But I don't think there's any way to get in touch with her and come across as sane. Le frustrate.
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Some of the more amusing results, or snippets thereof, from running my journal through the LJ Markov chain:

8. Recited "Jabberwocky" in full while simultaneously writing out something completely unrelated using a friend's back for a few journals from my friends list-- and then I decided to become a lap cat. I'd consider this a thoroughly positive development were it not for the rest of her life,

Sometimes I amuse myself in unexpected ways. Today I saw a magazine cover that said "DAMS: Who needs them?" and until I noticed it had an insanely long filename, or at least insanely long for a few journals from my friends list to make it a bit of a big wall of concrete and lots of water, my immediate reaction was "well, people who have oral sex with a folder full of papers.

I'm doing this for the IRS to care about. 7. Eaten a peanut butter and jelly sandwich [edit: or a plain peanut butter and jelly sandwich [edit: or a plain peanut butter sandwich, either] (at least not that I now have available a much more efficient way of gathering opinions. Not that I'll ever be able to wave this in my life,

"Infinite monkeys typing on infinite typewriters might be able to vent all my frustrations here, but the mother's: "It'll be CPS's business if you want me to re-post a cleaner version.

By the way, I received a phone call from the keyboard tray before he settled down.

And a couple that might have some deeper meaning if you squint:

I dropped eye contact and seethed for a few moments, but her next words, an assertion that she'd treat her child how she wanted and I'd better not look at her like that, sounded to me like a treadmill of futility.

where the universe is whapping me over the last time I learned so much and felt like it was benefiting me so little. Incidentally, this is related to the reasons I take such a dim view of most of humanity.
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Rrgh. I seem to be in one of those phases where the universe is whapping me over the head with information, and yet I can't figure out what to do with it.

Specifically, over the last few weeks I've been gently poked from all directions in ways that have cracked my head open just enough to clarify all kinds of things about myself that I hadn't been fully aware of before--but the problem is that the things I've learned are all whys and not hows. I keep sitting here going "okay, now I know why I have this one problem, but how do I stop having it?" I can't remember the last time I learned so much and felt like it was benefiting me so little.

Incidentally, this is related to the reasons I've been posting less and posting with less content. A year ago I was able to vent all my frustrations here, but the frustrations have remained basically the same since then, and I feel like venting about them again without having successfully done anything to fix them verges on whining and would be awfully tiresome for those around me.

I'm not sure this post has much point. It is in part an attempt to let myself vent again a little now that I at least have something slightly new to vent about.
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At long last, digitally immortalized evidence of Ki's deceptive cuteness. Ph34r.
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In attempting to save a picture off teh int0rnet just now, I noticed it had an insanely long filename, or at least insanely long for a seemingly random string of hex digits (32, to be precise). But I certainly didn't expect there to already be a picture with the exact same filename in the folder I was trying to save it to.

I checked, and the pictures are completely unrelated. Further inspection revealed four or five other pics with random-hex filenames of equal length, so I guess there actually is some not-too-obscure piece of digital photo software out there that routinely labels pictures this way. But it's still rather surprising that two out of the half-dozen I'd downloaded just happened to have the same one. That's, what, about a six in 16^32 chance? On the order of one in a hundred million million million million million million...unless those numbers aren't really random. Anyone know if there's a scheme to them?

Dang it, I shoulda bought a lottery ticket on the way home.


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