Binary Bloopers

Well, well, well. A good friend of mine who shall remain nameless has admitted to writing a program that gives my website 1,000s of hits on random days of the week.
Only a programmer would spend hours/days at a time writing code to play a gag a on someone. I will concede that he is clever and well-versed in code, although he must have forgot that he's in my dept and I know where to find him. Watch your back, you're next bubble boy!

Boom Sha Ka La Ka

I've only been home for one day, but it's been enough time to realize that Xmas break isn't so bad after all. I ate half a dish of chili casserole, watched TV and took a bath today. It was heavenly. The rest of my break is chock full of lazy gluttony until my trip to NYC which will be rock music and traveling. I'm finding that I'm actually tempted to go shake the presents under the tree with my name on them. Food + Happy Dysfunctional Family + NYC + no work + presents = happy squirrel.

Let's Bungle in the Jungle

I can officially say it's holiday break, now. I finally finished all of my work on Sunday. I'm so glad! Now I can gain back some of the weight I lost being a grad student and walking everywhere and not having time/money for food. I'm looking forward to stuffing my face for 3 weeks!
By the way, my counter on my blog has gone bananas. It says I've had over 700,000 visitors since last week - and I'm pretty confident in assuming it has a virus or something.
I hope you all have a great Xmas/Kwanzaa/Chanukah/time off work. Try not to drink too much eggnog.

Like a Rhinestone Cowboy

I got some kickin cowboy boots today from a great vintage shop. Now all I need are some spurs. And a horse.
Urban Cowboy was a great movie. John Travolta didn't suck in it, and I like the Texas theme.
Saddle up!

Holiday Shmoliday

The caption under this picture said "Albion, NY, 1961- A Santa Claus in training looks on helplessly at a crying little girl during a practice session for his Santa certificate"
Santa certificate? Wow. I didn't know it was an official position that required training and skills. I thought that only bored/out of work/drunk people that can tolerate screaming children and fanatical mothers did that job. And how can you tell if the practice session went well? If Santa didn't try to touch the children too much or maybe if Santa showed up with no booze on his breath?
Actually I feel bad for mall santas. They must get tired of forcing deep voices and holding their pee so the 100th little Johnny can tell them that he wants a remote controlled car.

It's a Conspiracy

I feel like the clocks are plotting against me. This semester has flown by. I can't believe it's already the week before Xmas. Or that I will turn 24 next month.
Next semester I'm teaching 2 advanced beginner Spanish classes and taking 3 Spanish literature courses. New schedule = no life. Except on Saturdays. :)
I'm just hoping that I can pull off Xmas, New Year's and a possible move to a new place in the next few weeks. I need a Delorean.
[By the way - this Thursday is the Astra/Afirjuwell show at 40watt for you athenians reading. It's going to be a stellar show. AND - the infamous HUSH!HUSH! should hit newsstands soon. If I can finish my exams.]

Small but Deadly

Let's Dance

"Everything I've done I've done for you. I move the stars for no one."

I LOVE Labyrinth. Jareth is such a hearthrob.
I'm going to the FLAGPOLE Xmas party tonight. Yeehaw.

Leave Me a Message

We at Squirrel Power have received complaints that:
1) Squirrel Girl doesn't post enough (people read this?)
and
2) the comment box isn't working
As far as the frequency of blogging - well, she's on it.
And the comments. Well, if you post anonymously and leave your name in the comment box it usually works. I could be wrong though.

So, as a test, leave me a comment if you read this.

Dynamite with a Laser Beam

Because of this man's beautiful voice, I was obsessed with Queen all 3 years of middle school. I ignored Nirvana and hated Pearl Jam and only owned one "Yaga" shirt which I wore in gym. Basically, I was a huge nerd.
Actually, I have always had some strange interest in gay male singers, dating back to my childhood when I bought Elton John and George Michael tapes.
But I have to say that I still love Queen and classic rock. And I still hate Pearl Jam and whiny grunge rockers.

"Open up your mind and let me step inside. Rest your weary head and let your heart decide, it's so easy. When you know the rules, it's so easy. All you have to do is fall in love."

Merry Fucking Christmas

I would really love to skip out on Xmas. I don't think I'd miss my mom crying, my dad doing biblical name-drops or my feeling guilty that I don't have enough money to buy my friends presents. But, I just can't say no to fudge, Bing Crosby and feeling like I'm 5 when I sit under the tree. Oh and all the free shit.
Presents are the trickiest of the Xmas delights - they are what we worry most about and what we labor most for during December.
Here is a guide to the dysfunctiional family gifts:
From a boyfriend:
teddy bear = I really enjoy being with you - when we're havin sex
roses = You're so special - it's too bad I cheated on you
From Dad:
gift card = I know you need this - and you would have asked me for it anyway
Bible = I'm really concerned about you - going to Hell.
From Mom:
oversized shirt = You could use a new shirt - because you look terrible
ugly decorative item = This is for your living room - I want to decorate it b/c you have no taste
From you:
tie for dad = We don't really know each other & it's your fault you emotional retard
perfume for mom = I always appreciate your help, but your condecension and criticism make you reek
wallet for boyfriend = I would buy you something thoughtful, but then you never do shit for me. Oh by the way, I want your best friend.
Let's skip the awkward conversations and wistful evenings spent wishing things were better. I'm going to go on a cruise - who's with me?

Let the Countdown Begin

Only 2 more weeks of school to go. Only 3 more projects until finals. Only 3 finals until my 3 weeks of holiday break, during which I am going to go see Wilco and the Flaming Lips at Madison Square Garden on New Year's Eve. Talk about awesome. It was my Xmas gift to my main man (and myself). NYC is so beautiful during the winter - and I we get to stay up there for free with our friends. I'm just hoping I can survive the academia gauntlet and make it there. I guess I shouldn't be going out on the weekends, even though that means I would miss great shows like Iron Hero last night at the 40 Watt. Oh, and there's a good show tonight at the Little Kings. Better get back to work.

Bitch

The faces of evil, as expressed by Nellie Oleson.

Delicioso

Mmmmm.....

No he visto antes un hombre igual que el tuyo
Eres un caballo negro, peligroso y hermoso
Con poderes magicos que solo tienen algunos pocos
Te espero en mis suenos, en el mundo otro del noche donde corres
Tus ojos me hacen debil, me dicen que sabes que pienso
Quiero montarte, quiero oler tu piel mezclado con la tierra
donde jugamos
Me puedes hacer cualquier cosa
Diablito