Coid's Crowing Conundrum of a Canticle of Crookedly Random Banter #185

[Dimonite]

@Dimonite - I'm turning 19 in 9 days! Gosh, damn you for being older than me barely

Should I upload a picture of myself too? My hair is long, just not curly.

Also.. Dev.. *swoons*

I feel your pain - two people I've known all my life were born two weeks before I was, (one on the 4th and one on the 5th - seriously, the pictures of all of our pregnant mothers standing next to each other are adorable) and my sister's birthday is on the fifth, so I know the suckage of "Hey, it's this person's birthday! We know yours is coming up, but your enjoyment of that must now be overshadowed by the fact that it's actually someone's birthday right now."

... I probably just have issues, though.

[Kneenibble]

I feel much better now, just a bit tired. Additionally, my wisdom tooth no longer pains me. Things are looking up.
Except on the employment scene. My cousin works two jobs and is studying to be a nurse. She is so competent and accomplished it's depressing.

He needs a codename... Hmm... Archangel?
I think I watch too much Poirot...

Ah, how much I do not, not, not miss being young and searching for work. You will find something eventually, I am certaign, but in the mean time do not be depressed by the ambition of others!

I am happy to hear that your health is turning to the better: evils that take leave, on their departure most of all show evil. However Archangel will still be coming around to check on you. He likes kisses on his belly and clementines.

It was probably added as an afterthought. But yes, it is a lovely idea.
I would send you some of our sunlight to keep your house warm through the night, but the postal service won't let me send any...

The gesture itself is warm enough to keep me: and yet worry not, kind friend, for I have abundant sunlight stored as gaseous hydrocarbons even now excited to combustion in the cellar.

Hmm... I have no idea what carpet cleaner smells like. I think it may have to do with the fact that I've never had carpet. Polished hardwood floors are great.
They need to be sanded and polished again one of these days...

I agree: hardwood floors are wonderful. If the floors in my house were not so buckled and warped with age, which is the original douglas fir weathered by an unkind century, I would refinish them. Out of curiosity, from what woods are hardwood floors in Australia typically made?

You do realize I'm calling you "Speedasaurus Drex" from now on, right?

You had to go and encourage me...

I support this nickname for the gentleman. Although, by all accounts, including that of his august mop of hair, he can slow down where it counts.

Moomin: I wonder if this was proper proceedure.
Too-Ticki: It couldn't have been better.
My: Yes, it could. If I'd gotten the beautiful tail for a muff.

And yes, the art is quite pretty, especially since Tove herself is the artist of the books which gives it quite a personal feel. And the books themselves are wonderful. I'd recommend that you try to get your hands on at least one of them. They can easily be seen as children's books, but I'd say they're for everyone. There's enough depth for everyone to go around.

This excerpt was delightful; the library of my University has a very extensive children's book collection, and indeed has a full range of Jansson's books in translation. I've been through the first two chapters of Moominland Midwinter this afternoon, and I like it a lot. Very adorable and whimsy. I thank you for sharing the recommendation.

Re: Children's books: something something C.S. Lewis.

Hmm, well, there're no gray squirrels around, so I wouldn't have to worry about standing face to face with their kin, and I've got the sort of uncanny ability to completely shut out my emotions at will if the situation calls for it...

I'm not quite sure about my own ability to prepare the skin after the deed, however. It's no fun if your new, spiffy fur hat goes rankid after all. And I'd have to put some time between the acquisitition of the fur and the making of the hat, and probably spend the whole creation process listening to good, cheery music as well in order to not associate the final product with feelings of sadness and guilt...

You are too genteel: we must not proceed with this creation. Let the squirrels live. *hugs* Your toque shall not come of death; instead, the fibres that will softly warm your scalp shall be shorn painlessly from the fleecy Angoras, who will be given carrots and butter leaf lettuce to chew afterwards while it is spun and knitted. And then you may cuddle their fat flumpy bodies while you wear it.


edit Oh yes, the loincloth story. I am friends with a mad genius who does little film projects for his band, and likes to use me as an actor. This time it was a caveman story about the discovery of music [mythologizing his band as an echo from a prehistoric time], which we mostly filmed at this old rock quarry outside of town back in September -- but we had a few scenes to finish and the availability of all the actors just happened to fall on the coldest night so far this year.

I suppose I should take it as a complement that he gave me the least clothes of all the cavemen.

[factotum]

I know the suckage of "Hey, it's this person's birthday! We know yours is coming up, but your enjoyment of that must now be overshadowed by the fact that it's actually someone's birthday right now."

Odd. I'm a twin, and it always used to be great having a birthday on the same day as someone else--you could try out their presents, they could try out yours, and it just seemed generally more fun that way!

[Socratov]

@emma watson and hair topic: yes that is a bad photo, yes IMO that is not her best style (please let it be longer at least 5 cm), yes, short hair can be refreshing for a girl, though long hair has my preference (red for massive bonus points)

@ Birthdays: My dad and brother have their birthdays on consecutive days, and I have mine exactly a month after my brother. (I am exactly 4 years and 11 months older). So I only need to know my mom's birthday and my own and the rest is easily deducted.

[Elemental]

Spoiler

Show

Mary had a little lamb
little lamb
little lamb
Mary had a little lamb
Whose fleece was white as snoooow

Stained it with her blood one day
blood one day
blood one day
Stained it her blood one day
Oh where did her soul goooo...

...I'm starting to think my dad was right to think I was a mass murderer waiting to happen.

... Granted, I was trying to think of something a character would sing to show he was completely off his rocker, but still!

Indeed. The rhythm of that second verse is slightly off. Only an insane person would willingly sing it with first making some slight alterations. The first line needs an extra syllable to bring it into line with the rhythm of the original rhyme.

Ah, how much I do not, not, not miss being young and searching for work. You will find something eventually, I am certaign, but in the mean time do not be depressed by the ambition of others!

I am happy to hear that your health is turning to the better: evils that take leave, on their departure most of all show evil. However Archangel will still be coming around to check on you. He likes kisses on his belly and clementines.

I am depressed only because she's a couple months younger than me.
But in the meantime, I shall continue my search for work. I perhaps need to broaden it.
I must ask Archangel to turn away from my house as it is not particularly safe. Within here dwells a vicious feline who refuses to shirk her hunting instincts despite over fifteen years of domestication. In addition, I cannot control the actions of any strays he may encounter on his journey here.

The gesture itself is warm enough to keep me: and yet worry not, kind friend, for I have abundant sunlight stored as gaseous hydrocarbons even now excited to combustion in the cellar.

Ah yes, controlled rapid oxidation. Some would say the best way to warm a house. I would not know, but I think my eldest brother has a wood stove at his house, which is sensible because it does get cold out where he lives.

I agree: hardwood floors are wonderful. If the floors in my house were not so buckled and warped with age, which is the original douglas fir weathered by an unkind century, I would refinish them. Out of curiosity, from what woods are hardwood floors in Australia typically made?

Isn't fir a softwood? Or am I getting it confused with other conifers that are?
Anyway... The floor of my house is of mixed Australian hardwood because it was the cheapest flooring material available at the time. And suitable for structural purposes. As I sit here under the house, I can look at the painted underside of the floorboards and the beams upon which the sit.
An attractive and strong floor indeed.
It's a mix of colours. Mostly dark shades with some light ones. In the areas where there has been little traffic by people and moving furniture it is still practically pristine, but in other areas it is scratched and in the worst spots it has worn through the polishing completely.
But despite all that, it's still holding up well.
(Particularly under the furniture where no one can walk on it)

[DJ Yung Crunk]

Just got back from the Doctor. After rigorous testing, untangling the many different flavors of medical red tape, signing things so much my signature evolved more in the past week than the rest of my life combined it's all over.

And apparently I'm not only fine but I'm disturbingly fine. A particularly eye raising moment was the phrase that my cholesterol levels were so good that they were "unheard of". Don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic, but it does raise the question of why, given my inactive, "unhealthy lifestyle" and round shape. But hey, my gym membership is going to kick in in a few days. I'm ready to become an overbearing, sanctimonious health freak.

Give it five years and I'll be asking strangers how much they can bench.

[Feytalist]

Heh. I am also lucky enough to have anomalously good health, given my sedentary lifestyle. Low blood pressure and slightly low blood sugar usually, that's about it.

...I should really start exercising again sometime.

[Devmaar]

Oh, tee hee, oh my, hello, titter.

I'll bet if you pull those they are pretty bouncy giggle run away tee hee.

... please don't do that...
but yes, they are

@Dimonite - I'm turning 19 in 9 days! Gosh, damn you for being older than me barely

Should I upload a picture of myself too? My hair is long, just not curly.

Also.. Dev.. *swoons*

Also my dad's birthday is the same day as my mum's best friend, just over a fortnight after my brother's. I also know several people with birthdays within a week either side of Christmas,including one on new year's eve.

[Teddy]

This excerpt was delightful; the library of my University has a very extensive children's book collection, and indeed has a full range of Jansson's books in translation. I've been through the first two chapters of Moominland Midwinter this afternoon, and I like it a lot. Very adorable and whimsy. I thank you for sharing the recommendation.

Re: Children's books: something something C.S. Lewis.

Yes, she has the utterly delightful ability to write adorable and whimsy without making it seem like it's only for children. I should probably see about acquiring some of the books I haven't read yet, but then again, if you count away all the time I intentionally (and out of neccessity) spend doing nothing, I have almost no free time at all...

You are too genteel: we must not proceed with this creation. Let the squirrels live. *hugs* Your toque shall not come of death; instead, the fibres that will softly warm your scalp shall be shorn painlessly from the fleecy Angoras, who will be given carrots and butter leaf lettuce to chew afterwards while it is spun and knitted. And then you may cuddle their fat flumpy bodies while you wear it.

Naww...

edit Oh yes, the loincloth story. I am friends with a mad genius who does little film projects for his band, and likes to use me as an actor. This time it was a caveman story about the discovery of music [mythologizing his band as an echo from a prehistoric time], which we mostly filmed at this old rock quarry outside of town back in September -- but we had a few scenes to finish and the availability of all the actors just happened to fall on the coldest night so far this year.

Sounds cool. I wish I had friends who did silly things like that.
...
And invite me to them as well. Because I'm not assertive enough to invite myself...

I suppose I should take it as a complement that he gave me the least clothes of all the cavemen.

Probably, yes.

Indeed. The rhythm of that second verse is slightly off. Only an insane person would willingly sing it with first making some slight alterations. The first line needs an extra syllable to bring it into line with the rhythm of the original rhyme.

Really? The first line in each verse both seem to have 7 syllables each. The third line in the second verse seem to have been truncated, however.

Isn't fir a softwood? Or am I getting it confused with other conifers that are?
Anyway... The floor of my house is of mixed Australian hardwood because it was the cheapest flooring material available at the time. And suitable for structural purposes. As I sit here under the house, I can look at the painted underside of the floorboards and the beams upon which the sit.
An attractive and strong floor indeed.
It's a mix of colours. Mostly dark shades with some light ones. In the areas where there has been little traffic by people and moving furniture it is still practically pristine, but in other areas it is scratched and in the worst spots it has worn through the polishing completely.
But despite all that, it's still holding up well.
(Particularly under the furniture where no one can walk on it)

Douglas-fir isn't actually fir, and while Wikipedia isn't especially helpful on the subject, the wood seems durable enough for industrial application to be called hardwood.

Also, you're sitting under your house. Why is that so?

And, speaking of wooden floors, yes, it can be very pretty. Beats linoleum carpet any day of the week if it's done right. A throughout wooden floor has quite a solid ring to it, while at the same time feeling thrillingly venturous to thread on if you can see through the gaps to the ground or floor below.

[Mynxae]

Douglas-fir isn't actually fir, and while Wikipedia isn't especially helpful on the subject, the wood seems durable enough for industrial application to be called hardwood.

Also, you're sitting under your house. Why is that so?

And, speaking of wooden floors, yes, it can be very pretty. Beats linoleum carpet any day of the week if it's done right. A throughout wooden floor has quite a solid ring to it, while at the same time feeling thrillingly venturous to thread on if you can see through the gaps to the ground or floor below.

Technically he's downstairs. It's a two-storey house. 2nd floor has timber floors, ground floor has concrete.

[Teddy]

Technically he's downstairs. It's a two-storey house. 2nd floor has timber floors, ground floor has concrete.

Ahh, that explains it. I'm not used to seeing the beams in the ceiling. Usually, it's either made of concrete or covered with something, even in older houses...

[DJ Yung Crunk]

Heh. I am also lucky enough to have anomalously good health, given my sedentary lifestyle. Low blood pressure and slightly low blood sugar usually, that's about it.

...I should really start exercising again sometime.

Go with a gym. Home exercise equipment are just fancy clothes hangers.

[Elemental]

Really? The first line in each verse both seem to have 7 syllables each. The third line in the second verse seem to have been truncated, however.

Nope. I checked it against the original rhyme.
And yes, the third line of the second verse was off.

Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

Lyricised, it goes like this:

Mary had a little lamb
Little lamb,
Little lamb,
May had a little lamb.
It's fleece was white as snow.

And everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went,
Mary went,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

Douglas-fir isn't actually fir, and while Wikipedia isn't especially helpful on the subject, the wood seems durable enough for industrial application to be called hardwood.

Also, you're sitting under your house. Why is that so?

And, speaking of wooden floors, yes, it can be very pretty. Beats linoleum carpet any day of the week if it's done right. A throughout wooden floor has quite a solid ring to it, while at the same time feeling thrillingly venturous to thread on if you can see through the gaps to the ground or floor below.

Huh... I did not know that.

Mynxae was right, even though he was technically wrong.
This is a high set house. All the rooms of importance are on the upper level, or upstairs as we call it. Technically, this isn't the first floor, it's "under" the house which is raised up on concrete pillars. For it to be a two story house the construction of the lower level has to be completely different, not to mention the ceiling higher.
If the beams were covered over, this room here would lose something like twenty centimetres of height.

Indeed. And ours is just the right age to start creaking in places and it is refreshingly cool on occasion and icy in the Winter time, and always comfortable. The perfect floor.
As for vinyl and linoleum... I simply hate them. If you want something easy to clean, buy tiles!

[Feytalist]

Go with a gym. Home exercise equipment are just fancy clothes hangers.

I was thinking more along the lines of digging my old running shoes out of the closet and going for a jog or something.

I don't really like gyms. The only reason I ever joined one was to use its swimming pool.

[factotum]

Ahh, that explains it. I'm not used to seeing the beams in the ceiling. Usually, it's either made of concrete or covered with something, even in older houses...

Depends on the house, really. Exposed beams in the ceiling are a feature of some very old houses in the UK, so much so that it's even possible to have *fake* ones installed to make your house look more "olde-world".

[Asta Kask]

Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow
She chopped it up and rendered it
And put it on the stove

[The Succubus]

Mary had a little lamb,
It wasn't fond of rhyme,
It has found out where I live,
And now I'm out of ti-aaaaaaaaaaaagh!

Mary had a wolverine,
Its teeth were sharp and white.
By day it scared the villagers,
And hunted them at night.

This is fun.

Mary was a Playgrounder
And had a Pony friend.
It managed to annoy Mauve Shirt,
And met a grisly end.

[Socratov]

mary had an M16
It's magazines were full
Marksmanship impeccable
Bullets everywhere.

indeed, this is very enjoyable

[Feytalist]

You people are all really odd.

Keep going.

[Teddy]

Depends on the house, really. Exposed beams in the ceiling are a feature of some very old houses in the UK, so much so that it's even possible to have *fake* ones installed to make your house look more "olde-world".

I'm not used to UK houses.

[AsteriskAmp]

I feel your pain - two people I've known all my life were born two weeks before I was, (one on the 4th and one on the 5th - seriously, the pictures of all of our pregnant mothers standing next to each other are adorable) and my sister's birthday is on the fifth, so I know the suckage of "Hey, it's this person's birthday! We know yours is coming up, but your enjoyment of that must now be overshadowed by the fact that it's actually someone's birthday right now."

... I probably just have issues, though.

My best friend and I were both born on the same day, on the same month, on the same year, on the same hospital.

Sadly three years after my sister was prematurely born that very day and month.

[Dimonite]

My best friend and I were both born on the same day, on the same month, on the same year, on the same hospital.

Sadly three years after my sister was prematurely born that very day and month.

...Yipes.
Yeah, I can see how that might get a little... old.
*rimshot*

ION: I hate it when people here complain about the weather - specifically the sudden changes and the cold winters. I'm just sitting there thinking "if you like the weather so much better in your home state of California, why on EARTH did you come all the way to Minnesota to go to college?"
Yay, first world problems!

[Asta Kask]

ION: I hate it when people here complain about the weather - specifically the sudden changes and the cold winters. I'm just sitting there thinking "if you like the weather so much better in your home state of California, why on EARTH did you come all the way to Minnesota to go to college?"
Yay, first world problems!

"Because I like complaining."

[AsteriskAmp]

...Yipes.
Yeah, I can see how that might get a little... old.
*rimshot*

We also became friends during my birthday (the good ol' classic mother inviting everyone in your year to your birthday).

ION: I hate it when people here complain about the weather - specifically the sudden changes and the cold winters. I'm just sitting there thinking "if you like the weather so much better in your home state of California, why on EARTH did you come all the way to Minnesota to go to college?"
Yay, first world problems!

Because of education level?

[Dimonite]

We also became friends during my birthday (the good ol' classic mother inviting everyone in your year to your birthday).

Well, that's nice.

Because of education level?

While Minnesota DOES have an excellent public school program, our colleges are not as prestigious. The reason I managed to think of (after posting) was that they might want to work at Mayo Clinic, in which case this place would be a decent choice, as we have an excellent nursing program.

[AsteriskAmp]

While Minnesota DOES have an excellent public school program, our colleges are not as prestigious. The reason I managed to think of (after posting) was that they might want to work at Mayo Clinic, in which case this place would be a decent choice, as we have an excellent nursing program.

Not to mention being amongst the top 5 for a number of medical specialities IRC.

[Dimonite]

Not to mention being amongst the top 5 for a number of medical specialities IRC.

I don't even know; I'm a theater major for goodness' sake. But I do know that we offer a doctorate program in nursing - which I think would get confusing, but what do I know?

[Kneenibble]

Mary had a Mutant Sheep
Whose fleece glowed in the dark.
She took him to the hill so steep
That rose above the park.

But later on, she turned in bed
And found no rest that night:
For when she laid her weary head,
Her mouth shone eery bright.

How would you make it dirtier than...

OK, I might possibly get it. If it's what I think it is: SHAME ON YOU, YOU TERRIBIRD! If it's not, well I'm a worse person than I want to be (which is true either way, so this works out).

EDIT:
ION: I am apparently an old man already at the age of (five days from being) 19: I just spent five minutes looking for the glasses that were already on my face.

*hugs* Bumbling old men are adorable. You're well on your way.

I apologize. The interpretive impulses of my mind are a real liability in polite company.

I am depressed only because she's a couple months younger than me.
But in the meantime, I shall continue my search for work. I perhaps need to broaden it.
I must ask Archangel to turn away from my house as it is not particularly safe. Within here dwells a vicious feline who refuses to shirk her hunting instincts despite over fifteen years of domestication. In addition, I cannot control the actions of any strays he may encounter on his journey here.

Don't worry about Archangel! One doesn't get to be a budgie agent without having a few tricks tucked under one's wing. I believe he has colourful knockout gas secreted about his person somewhere for cats of appetite.

I personally recommend work in libraries, which kept me in bread & butter through University. It seems aesthetically appropriate for you, too, whom I could not bear to imagine in a cheap grease-splattered uniform.

Isn't fir a softwood? Or am I getting it confused with other conifers that are?
Anyway... The floor of my house is of mixed Australian hardwood because it was the cheapest flooring material available at the time. And suitable for structural purposes. As I sit here under the house, I can look at the painted underside of the floorboards and the beams upon which the sit.
An attractive and strong floor indeed.
It's a mix of colours. Mostly dark shades with some light ones. In the areas where there has been little traffic by people and moving furniture it is still practically pristine, but in other areas it is scratched and in the worst spots it has worn through the polishing completely.
But despite all that, it's still holding up well.
(Particularly under the furniture where no one can walk on it)

Mixed Australian hardwood is quite handsome -- I just looked it up [blessings of the ages upon the Internet!]. It is only somewhat arduous to sand and repolish hardwood floors, unless in older homes where carpet or linoleum had been placed overtop and a gross residue of glue remains.

Is the wear and tear aesthetically pleasing?

& as the auspicious Teddy spake, Douglas fir is pretty darn hard. The whole frame of my house is made of it too. Much more solid than the spruce and chipboard construction that is common nowadays.

Yes, she has the utterly delightful ability to write adorable and whimsy without making it seem like it's only for children. I should probably see about acquiring some of the books I haven't read yet, but then again, if you count away all the time I intentionally (and out of neccessity) spend doing nothing, I have almost no free time at all...

Yes, I can see what you mean. It is fun, and light, and innocent, without being patronizing or simplistic; & it has just the slightest streak of darkness through it. I love when Moomin left the little puddle of fermented loganberry syrup [what is a loganberry ;___;] and biscuit crumbs for the mysterious creatures under the sink and when his velvety coat decided to start becoming long and warm. :3

(Is it "necessity to do nothing for reasons of meditative mind-states intrinsic to my personality" or "necessity to do nothing because of a mind-numbingly boring job" kind of nothing?)

Sounds cool. I wish I had friends who did silly things like that.
...
And invite me to them as well. Because I'm not assertive enough to invite myself...

Being in this guy's life is a wild ride: he is always cooking up some zany artistic scheme and involving me in it. We met in theatre classes and have always worked really well together, so that's where the trajectory started.

*hugs* Oh Teddifer. I would be happy to invite you into a silly project.

And, speaking of wooden floors, yes, it can be very pretty. Beats linoleum carpet any day of the week if it's done right. A throughout wooden floor has quite a solid ring to it, while at the same time feeling thrillingly venturous to thread on if you can see through the gaps to the ground or floor below.

I confess, I have never treaded on a floor through which I could see the rooms below.

Depends on the house, really. Exposed beams in the ceiling are a feature of some very old houses in the UK, so much so that it's even possible to have *fake* ones installed to make your house look more "olde-world".

I love that old-timey style so much. This city has a heritage style of homes similar to the Queen Anne style, if she had taken certain mushrooms, that have that kind of exposed beams and plaster medallions and moulding and panelling and *drools*

[Dimonite]

*hugs* Bumbling old men are adorable. You're well on your way.

I apologize. The interpretive impulses of my mind are a real liability in polite company.

But I don't WANT to be a bumbling old man. When I am an old man, in about 50 years, I'll be shooting for "crochety". Which is still better than my dad, who says that since he always used to be called a "young fart", he's aiming to be an "old poop". Puns run in the family, you see.

[Coidzor]

But I don't WANT to be a bumbling old man. When I am an old man, in about 50 years, I'll be shooting for "crochety". Which is still better than my dad, who says that since he always used to be called a "young fart", he's aiming to be an "old poop". Puns run in the family, you see.

...That's a pun?

I mean, I can see an old man such as Hugh Hefner getting crotchety as a pun. But that one with your dad... wat.