I love it.

Go to your music player of choice and put it on shuffle.
Say the following questions aloud, and press play.
Use the song title as the answer to the question.
NO CHEATING.

How does the world see me?:
'Mrs. Robinson' - Simon & Garfunkel
Jesus loves me more than I will know!

Will I have a happy life?:
'You Don’t Know' - Reel Big Fish
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Well - I'm off! Four-thirty flight from Boston to Heathrow (landing at 6.30 a.m. Oy.) leaves this afternoon. It's not where I thought I'd be going as of six months ago, but I'm psyched nonetheless. Hopefully, hopefully, England will be everything I've always imagined it would be (though I really wish I had the time to get up north as well). I ( Read more... )

So, this is interesting.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon of hope to millions of Negro slaves, who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity. But one hundred ( Read more... )

Other recent highlights:

<> Matthew knows and loves Title of the Song by Da Vinci's Notebook; he's the only other person I've come across who knows the group without my having introduced it to them. He also shares my bewilderment over the popularity of Napoleon Dynamite.
<> Shaun not only knows of Eddie Izzard, but has seen him live. (The ( Read more... )

So I just finished the chem problem set that should have taken me maybe twenty minutes to do, but on which I spent about three hours instead - thanks to AIM. Now, do I go straight off to bed, given that I have a full day starting at nine a.m.? Of course not. I update my livejournal, which, it's been pointed out to me, I've not done in well over ( Read more... )

Give blood or donate.

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Disregard the fact that the scanner glass needs badly to be cleaned.

( Pièces de Paris )

Being dubbed Associate of the Month (or rather, a Kohl's Superstar) turns out to yield far more personal gratification than it has any right to do.