New Year’s Resolution: 1024×768

Dwee and I ate out at On the Border today.

Our fat-free Balsamic Vinagrette had 620 mg of sodium!! And one beef empanada had 230 calories, with 16 grams of fat. The server was really nice so we left all happy, but everything was sooo saltyyy.

Now we’re watching Supersize Me. :-D

“If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found the time to conquer the world.”
—Heinrich Heine

“If you can speak three languages you’re trilingual. If you can speak two languages you’re bilingual. If you can speak only one language you’re an American.”

Moviem Matricem hodie vidi. Nice plot, but the romance and action scenes were crude, obvious, and too long. It’s like a book-movie film, except that I don’t think there ever was a Matrix book. Now Dwee and I want to see the other two.

I got two new friends, Mitchell and Mildred! They’re my mittens. The left hand one *coughlimitcough* is Mildred; Mitchell manus dextra est. Smiling from the glove seam, the Mitties have implied sets of eyes. That is, they’re not really there, but they are. [whoo, clarity!]


*eats vitamin C*

The toilet is getting better–it’s flushed properly many times this morning.

1. My toilet hates me. I think it wants to unionize or something.

2. Fartus major and Fartus minor are both dead. Frozen and dried to death in the tundra of my porch.

3. The avocado plant died.

Anyway, we had a ‘game of chance gathering’ yesterday! remnants_of_me had the longest name out of all of us five people. Tee. There was glamour, gossip, and most of alll, PIZZA. Ooo-and gifts! remnants_of_me mihi donavit more than a pound of chocolate, a turquoise jewelry box (she sat on an ottoman that day), and a tiny calendar. Huzzah!

4. I think I sprouted hips. Oh, the horror.

oh. my. god.

I think 121 is a perfect square in base anything greater than 2, simply because there’s no such thing as a 2 in base 2.
1001, though, is a “transliteration” of 121 into base 2, and it’s still a square.

hehe–and it seems to work for 1331 and 14641 tooo…

When Things Get Small

When Things Get Small
When Things Get Small” on Google Video
What could a stadium-sized bowl of peanuts, a shrinking elephant, and a crazed hockey player have to do with nanoscience? Those are just a few of the goofy excursions that await you when witty host Adam Smith and wacky physicist Ivan Schuller take you on an irreverant, madcap, comically corny romp into the real-life quest to create the smallest magnet ever known.

[[saving for future watching]]

I had an asian party, and I didn’t eat a lot.


*has lost part of personal identity*

*converts everything to sin/cos, adds a clever form of one, and pulls cotxsecx out of forehead*

*regains identity*

I think it was because most of the dishes were either meat (mom’s forte) or oxtail/”rice vermicelli” salad (dad’s forte). Used to subsiding on green stuff and fish, I didn’t eat with much vigor.

There were two young children. One constantly mixed up her consonants (as well as “up” and “down”) but was otherwise smart and cute. The other liked forks, bright lights, microwaves, steaming pots, cups, and styrofoam bowls. Combined, they made the house a waddling mess of flying viruses.

The fork-aficionado is half-Indian, half-Chinese. Just the melange of stereotypes boggles my mind.

He also kissed Mr. Squishyfish.

Now Mr. Squishyfish is kissing the Ionic Breeze.