split-pea spilt.

Hello darlings, before I get to the main event, I would like to thank you all for your love and devotion and comments. They make Shoshana quite tickled. Quite tickled indeed. (Not literally, of course, as I often read your comments while at work, and tickling in the workplace is not very professional.) Please never go away--while my self confidence is not entirely dependent on the number of comments I get on any given post, it is almost entirely dependent. So keep commenting.

And if you have not been commenting, start. You non-commenters are the reason I have not yet gathered the courage to become the world's first scientist to splice a llama with a watermelon, creating a refreshing summer snack that spits the seeds out for you.



Anyway.

One would think 10 young people would eat quite a lot,and one would be thinking correctly, but only under ideal circumstances. For instance, a delicious pot of split-pea soup would normally be finished at the end of supper, but when the soup is not actually as delicious as some would like, being heavily burnt on the bottom, and the individual who made it is lying nauseous, pale, and sniffling on the sofa, the potential soup-eaters rethink their game plans somewhat.  The pot of soup would stay largely full, all evening.  Eventually it would be shuffled down into the garage, as in it's largeness, it would not cohabit happily with everything else in the fridge.  And there, potentially, it would lie for a little over a month.

The following is a dramatization of what might have happened if someone later remembered that soup and decided to do their civic duty, had such a scenario ever occurred.  But it did not occur, which is why we have dramatized it.



This is an occasion where a video might have been more à propos, but you can just imagine the soup having coagulated and refuse to exit the pot until it had the privilege of free-falling from high altitudes onto the metal grate.  Not that it actually happened.



Finally, the soup gave-in.  However, it was so solid that even stepping on it did not do much but spread it out.




Water, the universal solvent, was applied to for aid. 



The water method was found to be successful in softening the plop, leaving us the pleasant job of dramatizing what it would have been like to poke the sludge into the sewers using found objects (like artists).



After much poking and further application of water, the foe was vanquished.  We have done our best to reflect that in the dramatization.

I am so very glad that this scenario never actually occurred.



Tell me some of your old food stories, children.

spigots, lasers, and geeks.

So last weekend, me and Jessica went down to the mall to get some glamour shots done on her birthday.



We left without paying.

Turns out, the mall was actually a maple syrup festival, and I shouldn't become a photographer. On the bright side, we got to go on a wagon ride, learn about how maple syrup is made, and build FYAR.



Every festival should have a wilderness survival station.

We also did some laser tag which was pretty much awesome. My first round, I came 26th out of 29 people. No honour brought to the family there. In round 2, I came second out of 32 people! That is what I call a marked improvement.




Funhouse mirrors make you all leg.


I can't quite figure out what holiday these hats were for, but they were kind of fun.

And we also had a theme-dinner revival.


Geek night ftw. (It occurs to me that Tom is actually a six-eyes in this picture)

What did you all do this weekend?

heart-rending rejection.

Hi guys, this post is a cry for comfort, so please don't bring me down with your usual positive comments, like "Hahaha, Shoshana, your so funny", and "Hahah, Shoshana, you're so funny". To which I would normally reply "My funny is what?" and "You flatter me", respectively. But not today. Today I would cry.

Something horrible has happened to me. It is humiliating and discouraging.

I need support.




My grade 11 math teacher has rejected my advances, time and time again. When I proposed marriage to her after a particularly good lesson on polynomials, she just laughed in my face. And then sneered, because she realized I had made her laugh, and Cathy is a very serious person.

Judging from her status updates (yeah, I creeped. Don't judge ME; focus on her status updates), if I were Winnipeg, hockey, or Bon Jovi, she would have added me in a second, but it was not to be.

...At least I have a box full of free corn pops to comfort me.

P.S. Whitman, if you happen to read this, don't tell anyone. The pain is still too near.

Tell me your rejection stories in the comments.

oooh boy.

This has very little immediate relevance to Katima-life, but I feel like I should share with you a phase in my life where I was very much into all things nerdy/cool/largely embarrassing to me now. And so, in the interest of embracing my past, I thought it might nice to walk you all down memory lane. (on like, a date. so make sure you brush your teeth.)

Here we go!



Oh, Naruto. And Bleach and D Grayman and One Piece and Deathnote and Hikaru No Go and Tsubasa Chronicle and Chobits and Pita Ten and I think you get the idea. Anime and manga took up a lot of time in my middle school/early highschool years, leading to...



Drawing. And yeah, I am embarrassed that I drew something like this, but I have decided to bare all, so to speak. (tee hee.) And INMYDEFENSE, I didn't design the character; it was for a contest on...



Gaiaonline.com, which was essentially my lifeblood for a few years. You get fake money to buy fake clothes for your fake people by posting on the forum. I had a lot of fake clothes. It made me happy. I think I subconciously wanted to be a little pixellated person back then, which might explain...



Ragnarok Online. MMORPG that I was biiig into for a while. In a nutshell, you run around and kill things to get levels (I know, it's a very original idea). Because I liked it so much, I decided to draw fanart...



Look that those booby-licious outfits haha. But don't worry, I didn't want to dress like that. I wanted to dress like I was going to a tea party all the time...



But like, a cool, asian tea party. The style is called elegant gothic lolita (but not lolita like you're thinking haha). I never actually wore it cause I couldn't really sew at that point, I didn't want to sell my firstborn to buy the expensive Japanese brands, and really, how practical would it really be haha. But I still have a penchant for poofy skirts.

...I can't think of a way to transition into this next one...



I listened to Japanese music almost exclusively for a while... Even though I couldn't understand it, and a lot of the bands I liked were male cross-dressers. Anyway, I knew all the words to this song for a while. And speaking of words...

(yeah, these transitions are really forced >;D)



I read books non-stop (that's a bit hyperbolic. but not much). The Abhorsen series was good times. I should re-read them someday.


And finally, something else I should revisit...





I'll post up something more substantial one day. But it is not this day.