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The St. Louis Cardinals are the World Series Champions!
all together now:
We are the champions, my friends...
Party in the Lou!
One week until Halloween and... November. When that crazy writing thing goes on, you know...
Check this out: Wired 14.11: Very Short Stories. A bunch of famous people wrote 6-word stories, and some of them are very good.
Like...
I'm dead. I've missed you. Kiss ... ?
- Neil Gaiman
Machine. Unexpectedly, I'd invented a time
- Alan Moore
It cost too much, staying human.
- Bruce Sterling
There are lots more. You should take a look.
Oh, and Happy Legolas Day. Check the archives if you're lost.
The Cardinals are going to the World Series! Sweet! Funny parallel of two years ago...Game 7 was last night, and I had a biochem test. I remember in 2004, I had a similar night of testing for organic chem, and hoping that the Cards would have a better night than I had...let's just hope they don't get swept in the series! Go Cards!
In honor of everyone's least favorite day (the title means fear of Friday the 13th), here's a list of phobias that might just crack you up. If you have one of these, I'm very sorry, but some of them are absolutely hilarious. From MSN.
Chromophobia--fear of colors. (How do they watch tv?)
Papaphobia--fear of the pope. (Guess they're not Catholic.)
Scorodophobia--fear of garlic.
Pteronophobia--fear of being tickled with feathers. (LOL, in the middle of the lab)
Ranidaphobia--fear of frogs.
Philematophobia--fear of kissing.
Aulophobia--fear of flutes.
Ostraconophobia--fear of shellfish.
Graphophobia--fear of handwriting. (um, did they type before they wrote?)
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia--fear of long words (seriously).
Blennophobia--fear of slime.
Gerontophobia--fear of old people.
Peladophobia--fear of bald people.
Geropeladophobia--fear of old, bald people.
Phobophobia--fear of developing a fear.
Then there was the woman on the Tyra Banks show who was afraid of Styrofoam, and in order to overcome it, the producers buried a diamond necklace inside a large armoire filled with packing peanuts. She wouldn't go near it for the first five minutes of the show. And of course, when she finally did open the door to start looking, all of them gushed out over her. She did eventually find the necklace, but I don't know if she was cured...
May your day be spectacularly lucky despite any phobias. Go Cards!
It doesn't seem quite fair that I should be sore after doing something altruistic, but that doesn't mean it isn't so. Last Saturday I helped lay laminate flooring in a bedroom of one of the Habitat for Humanity houses, and I bet you can guess how happy my knees were with that...but I know how to do it, at least a full-floating floor type, and I can use a jigsaw and a miter saw and I watched as someone else used a table saw...oh, and I can still hammer with the best of them. But my knees, and my back, and my inner thighs are saying, why didn't you have kneepads?
At least I feel accomplished. If creaky.
And I am absurdly excited that NaNo starts in a month. Why can't I get excited about other things the way I do about writing?
And I'm still waiting on the med school app. I've delivered forms to all my recommenders, so here's hoping they have something nice to say. Keep those fingers crossed.
Anyone with ideas on how to write a journal review paper?