What a smashing evening: Spot coffee, Kunis, 750, PMT, Allen St. Hardware, Cathode and The Pink. Great progression, fabulous people, who could ask for anything more?


Adorable (e:Mike)


(e:Matthew), (e:Ladycroft), (e:Mike), (e:Terry)


(e:Paul), (e:Matthew)


(e:Terry), (e:Theecarey)


(e:Paul) packed on a bit too much wasabi


say it with me, H-O-T wasabi!


a surprise vist from the local paparazzi (aka (e:Jason))


right back atcha!


on the balcony of 750, (e:Matthew), (e:Ladycroft), (e:Terry), (e:Paul)


(e:Ladycroft) and (e:Mike)


(e:Jason), (e:Ladycroft), (e:Joshua)


i found this cool mask in the 750 stairwell


(e:Matthew) looks like a hot sexy Batman in it!


met a new peep, (e:Keith), at the pink


(e:Ladycroft) and (e:Theecarey) at the pink


(e:Matthew), (e:Ladycroft), (e:Theecarey), (e:Terry), (e:Paul) at the pink

Last night I should have been doing homework. If it weren’t the most juvenile assignment in the history of grad school I would have completed it already. Instead of doing it I went out. Not to party, just to hang with some peeps. I’ve taken a few photos to share a night in the life of (e:Ladycroft).

The night started off at Panos. (e:Theecarey) was thoroughly enjoying her pickle.


I was a starvin’ marvin in a cranky anti-boy mood, so I viciously attacked my delicious spanikopita.


(e:Alison) had sinus issues and couldn’t taste her food so she just crammed the fries in for texture.


Next thing I know a fry walloped me in the boob and a short lived food fight ensued.

When we finished our delectable dinner Aqua Mouse, my superhero car, transported us to (e:Leetee) and (e:Uncutsaniflush)’s house. (e:Theecarey) and (e:Alison) had never been so we were graciously taken on a tour.


First we have (e:Leetee) and (e:Uncutsaniflush) striking the pose of their marriage photo. Everyone say it with me, awwwwwwww. You guys are awesome together.


I took this photo for (e:Jason).


I still maintain that the attic is the gem of the house. I would be so content to live up there. There is something about a bare bulb hanging in a room that inspires me. Plus, who can deny the hip factor of that wallpaper?


I think this is supposed to be a wolf. It is randomly painted on a wall.


(e:Leetee) showing off her shoe and purse collection. Tada!


On the final leg of the tour (e:Uncutsaniflush) said the word ‘penis’. I swiftly performed the earmuffs move over (e:Alison)’s innocent ears.

That was our night. I believe I will have a rant coming up once I tackle this blasted homework. Ciao.

I had a staff meeting with my RA’s last week. Look what they wrote on my fridge.

Yesterday afternoon it was my privilege to meet another (e:peep). You’ve all read his stuff; you’ve probably exchanged a few words with him on freedom chat. It’s the one, the only……(e:Metalpeter)! We chilled for a few hours outside Spot. You’re a cool guy Peter, it was a pleasure to meet you at last!

Last night I had to be a judge at the ‘Mr. Hilbert’ pageant. There a few moments worth mentioning and a few photos worth sharing. In the talent portion one boy did a pretty fly break dance sequence. That’s something I really wish I could do. I can dance, I’ve got rhythm, but I can’t flip a pose on my hands and I think it would be sweet if I could.

Also in the talent portion one boy did a rhythmic ribbon dance. This really got the crowd going. Just imagine the image below progressing to the tune “Chariots of Fire” by Vangelis. It was a riot.

During the pajama portion I was greeted by a boy in a black robe and pink slippers and invited to pet his puppy dog. Ha-ha. It made me miss my little Bambi so much. Of course I miss my little Twigers too.

At the end of the night came the question and answer portion. Most were uneventful, but one is worth repeating. A contestant was presented with the following question. ‘What is your best pick up line?’ His answer was, ‘What has 175 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?….my zipper!’ I have to say I laughed pretty hard.
Lastly, I just have to say, I kicked another (e:peep)’s ass at Mario Kart.

Yah, that’s (e:Jason)’s ass and I kicked it, hard! Ha-ha! Ok, so I let him win a few races, but I always pull off the trophy in the end. I am the champion! Ciao.

Just so you all know…I am making my world famous cone cakes for (e:Theecarey)’s birthday party this Saturday. If you’re not there, well, read the sign.


Then stick around for my delicious treats!



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Remember the line from the Bare Naked Ladies song 'One Week', “I’m the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral, can’t understand what I mean, well you soon will.” Well, I’m the kind of girl who laughs at a funeral. I know it sounds so dark and cruel, but if you know me, you know I’m not like that. It’s a nervous reaction, just another part of the human condition. Some folks cry, some folks are blank, some folks laugh. I laugh, sometimes cry, but mostly laugh.

Today I had to attend a funeral. It was no one I knew personally. I was there in support of one of my students who had lost her father very suddenly. It was in a rather old funeral parlor. I sat in my chair and it let off a loud creak as all four legs bent in a highly precarious angle. I envisioned myself crashing to the ground right in the middle of a prayer or something. As it were, the chair held out, my laughter did not.

I was doing fine. In fact I thought I might make it through my first funeral laugh free. Yes indeed, laugh free, right up until the moment the preacher started giving a speech about how Jesus was commanded to rise from his grave. He read Psalms 23, talked about how we are all God’s children and how Jesus was God’s only son. Then he gets to the bit about rising from the grave when suddenly he screams out, arms flailing in the air, “When’s the last time you went to a funeral and shouted at the man in the casket, GET UP!”

I’m sure you’ve all experienced the laughter infection. It spreads. First you laugh to yourself. Then you realize you’re laughing and it’s not appropriate, so you begin to laugh harder. Soon you can’t control your heaving. I lost it. I imagined myself running up to the casket of a man I never knew and screaming, GET UP! I grasped my mouth with my hand to try to cover it up. The kid next to me thought I was crying and asked if I was ok. When I turned to him it got worse, then he started laughing when he realized I was laughing. I started the laughter infection. I felt bad, but I couldn’t stop.

Sometimes I just don’t care when I laugh. It’s a perfectly natural reaction. We’ve just drilled it into ourselves over the years that funerals should be all morbid and teary eyed. I know I can't truthfully claim this particular case of hysteria to be a nervous reaction, it really was just because of what that man said. I started to feel guilty, and it was not 10 minutes later I received my punishment for it, or so I’m convinced.

The wife of the man asked for everyone to pass the casket and pay their last respects. I had never even had the opportunity to meet this man, but of course I would say farewell. Then she says to start with the back left row. Oh yah, you know it, that’s ME! I froze like a deer in headlights. You’ve got to be kidding me. Clearly I am the one individual in this room with the most distant tie to this whole scenario and I’m supposed to go first!? So I nudged the kid next to me (yes I know him) and said, “You go first”. The counter, “No way, you go first, I’m not going first”. To which I replied, “Absolutely not, I’m not going first, you go first”. This banter went on for a moment and then we realized the entire congregation was staring, waiting for me to begin. I felt very, very awkward in that moment in time.
Ciao.