Saturday, February 16, 2013

Love/Hate Letter to Technology

An Ode to my Computer:

Dear Computer,
You may be a beautiful creature right now,
Shimmering in the light of the 11pm moon,
But I'm so freaking pissed at you,
Because I'm typing on you at 11pm,
When I should be asleep in the den*
Just though you should know,
That this paper should have been done two hours ago.
But you screwed it all up,
Quitting out of the program,
And now my dear friend,
I want to bash your head in**,
(not really of course,
But you must understand,
I haven't the patience at 11pm)
Please understand,
I guess it's not your fault,
But really, oh really, just when I thought I was done
You said, "nope, I think we've only begun!"
So you quick-ended my program, 
Shut yourself down,
And prepared yourself for a night on the town,
Complete with me, screaming my head off,
Because dear computer, it was only a matter of time,
And so please understand,
That when I dedicate this post to you:
It's a delicate, refined hint
To get you "stuff" together,
Don't quit out of my two-hundred page paper
Or I'll be pissed.
Even more than I was, last time.

*= I don't actually sleep in the den. We don't have a den. That just rhymed.
**= That sounded really violent. I apologize for the uncalled violence. 


You know how you think you saved something on a storage website, but then it didn't totally save or something, so you don't have it. And it's due in 15 minutes. But you saved it on a USB! Well, the USB isn't responding to the computer! And you saved it in Word 2001, so when you go to open it on a fancy-shmancy-new computer it won't open...
This always happens to me on Fridays, because our printer always breaks on Friday. It's a thing.

I have a new camera! Oh wait, it's already outdated. 

 Whenever I write a story, I change the name of the main character a hundred times.
I had to write a 20 page paper, and when I turned in the final draft, I realized that I hadn't stayed consistant in my names, and so my teacher made me re-write it. And fix all the grammar mistakes.
It took a long time (yeah, Sherlock, I'm sure you already figured that out...)
 My heartfelt letter of selfishness- JUST MAKE IT EASIER FOR ME.
 You know, computers are actually (!) really helpful. I just think there's some sort of evil being living in mine, whose sole purpose in life it to torture me. 
I think his name is Frederick.

More later eventually,


Thursday, January 24, 2013

Girl Scout much?

Technically, I was never a Girl Scout. I quit after being a Brownie, to the surface despair of my mom, who happened to be our troop leader (she was coerced into it, by a well-meaning friend). My mom is a trooper, but you can't really blame her for secretly being happy I quit, after my friends and I frolicked in the mud by a lake one day, on a camping trip, and later discovered it was goose poop... That was a lotta laundry... and the cabins didn't smell too great afterward...

Really, despite that experience, I had a pretty awesome "Brownie" experience. For me, being a Brownie ment going to a meeting once a week where my friends and I wanted to giggle and run around, like maniacs, all we wanted, while drinking apple juice...
Also, roughly once every two months we got to go on a camping trip (though, we didn't go on quite as many after the goose-poop incident), where we frolicked in the woods, and ate s'mores after dinner...

So why'd I quit? The cookie season.

Until about two years ago, I was painfully shy. It wasn't so bad selling the cookies though, because no one really turns down Girl Scout cookies. Except the woman who had her weight-loss coach over while we were there (she asked me to come back in an hour or two though, and bought 13 boxes)...

but delivering (apparently Blogger doesn't have that medieval creepy looking font that would perfectly illustrate my thought, so I'll have to go with italics here)  the cookies?

Seriously, talk about tough... no really, just kidding. I'm very lucky that in 1st-4th grade the toughest thing in my life was delivering cookies for Girl Scouts (actually, I had to deal with tougher stuff, but you know what I mean).
But seriously, if you plan having a daughter in Girl Scouts one day (or a boy in Boy Scouts, though I don't know entirely how that works...) think about the neighborhood you're raising them in. Hilly areas will make it harder... ahem, mom and dad. Actually though, I probably needed the exercise... especially since it was Girl Scout cookie season...
Anyhoo: if you thought the hill was bad, think about a shy 10 year old walking up to the door of a person they only met once before...
There are three things I expect you to take in from this image:
1) It was not a nice feeling, walking up to the door of pretty-much-strangers, especially after we had to watch that movie about "staying away from creepy" in the Brownie's meeting last week... If you've ever been a Girl Scout in the last ten-fifteen years you've seen it: the girl is playing "Pong" (so maybe 20 years?) and the guy in the gorilla suit comes up to her door but she doesn't open it, because her mom said not to? Come on! You know what I'm talking about! Anyway, it sends mixed messages to ten year-olds who are creeped out by the creeper, just because of the gorilla suit... moving on from that;

2) I told you I can draw! I know the first couple images were really bad, but that was totally on purpose. You can just ask my coffee cup, from which I glugged (totally a word) coffee at 11pm while I was trying to draw this and stay awake for Saturday Night Live...

3) Mini Fire Breathing Dragons ARE AWESOME (I was going to write kick-a... but then I realized that my New Year's/Mid-January resolution was not to swear... so... let's see how long this lasts) AND I FEEL AS THOUGH SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE, IS SELLING THEM ON EBAY FOR $0.99 AND I SHOULD GO BUY ONE... BECAUSE, REALLY, WHO NEEDS A MINI-FIRE-BREATHING-DRAGON? ME! JUST THINK, INSTEAD OF TAKING MY DOG FOR A WALK, I COULD TAKE MY MINI-FIRE-BREATHING-DRAGON. I COULD NAME IT HAROLD! Actually, Harold the pig, as you might know, would be very offended by that... hmmm... let's go with BUDDY! BUDDY THE MINI-FIRE-BREATHING-DRAGON. OH MY GOSH... THIS NEEDS TO HAPPEN.

Also, if you click that link, please do not sue me if something frightening shows up. As of approximately 4:36pm on Thursday, there was nothing on that page (except a Monopoly figure... don't really know how that's relevant...)
But as we all know... it's eBay, after all. Anything could happen...

Now I'm depressed. Please, let me know if you find where I can find a mini-fire-breathing-dragon, because that would make my day...

ps. Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

The 24 Hour Cure

I'm no beauty blogger: so my cure is not for clumpy mascara... it's for acne.
As mortals, we all know we shouldn't care what we look like, because we're all beautiful. And that's completely true. But, sometimes you really, really, really just want that stupid, evil pimple to go away...

FYI: I have really wimpy delicate skin, so everything on here should be "ok" if you have delicate skin.

THE 24 HOUR PLAN: As far as I know, none of this has caused scarring or any pain. This, I think, is a better approach than eek... popping pimples.
Something to remember: acne can spread (it's not contagious or anything) but if you touch one pimple with a finger, wash your hand before touching another. AKA if you're applying product to your face, alternate fingers & cotton balls.
1) Things to start doing before 24 hours: Probably should have written this before the heading.
--Food often makes a difference. Everyone knows about greasy food and chocolate etc. so I'm going to skip that. This is not a change to make 24 hours out.
-- Use a light facial cleanser every night. I'm a fan of St. Ives, because I can usually find it in my shower, their Green Tea scrub and soap is great. WARNING: if you use products like this every day, your skin will become immune to the product. I try to use cleanser at night, and Neutrogena Clear Pore in the morning (you pour some on a cotton ball and swab it on your face) to alternate.

2) Drink water (24 hours to go): this greatly reduced the coloring of my acne. If you've got something to go to Saturday night at 7:00pm, and it's Friday morning, start drinking water NOW. 2 pint glasses usually starts doing the trick.

I like to drink my water out of a Krispy Kreme mug-->
Don't judge me.

3) Ointment & lotion (have it done before day of):
--Bacitracin Ointment is the... good stuff. Apply a very thin layer before you go to sleep, and when you wake up, you will find regular red-spot acne deflated (and demolished). Acne that has a head (white or yellow or whatever) is a little trickier. You NEVER want to touch it, so do the same thin layer thing, with minimal contact, and be aware that when you wake up there might be a very, very small amount of blood surrounding the head of the pimple, because the Bacitracin dried the pimple out, and the head popped off. This step is absolutely painless, which makes it SO AWESOME.
--When you wake up Saturday morning, apply a little bit of lotion to areas surrounding acne spots, just because the Bacitracin dried it out. I like Olay complete, because, again, there's a whole lot of it in my bathroom cabinet.

4) Saturday day/night: There are a couple other lighter products you can use during the day (I don't like to use any during the day at school because they tend to get kinda gross) but here are the ones I've tried (all this stuff was under $6):
--E.L.F. under eye concealer is for absolute emergencies, when you really CANNOT bear to let your pimple be seen. It comes in a lipstick contained and you just roll some on. Not a great plan, but makes you feel better.

-- E.L.F. primer-- not the greatest stuff, but on sale at Target when I needed primer. It tends to hold things under control during the day- but is too shiny.
-- E.L.F. Zit Zapper: I just carry this in my purse because it makes me feel better. I don't think it actually does any good.

Really: I don't like buying acne stuff. The best product on this list is the Bacitracin ointment. It dries everything out without any pain. The lotion is good to use with it too.
Water's probably the cheapest thing on this list- reduces redness like no other product.

That's about it.
We're all beautiful how we are, but sometimes you just really want that acne to go-to-he...
Thanks for reading + hope this helps!

Saturday, January 19, 2013


I haven't posted in a while- life is busy, so sorry about that.

But before we start, an explanation: 

Let's put it this way: if I don't have a calendar I go kind of crazy. I don't really enjoy going to a certain office store, ahem, and asking the sales clerk for the cheapest calendar (I just want something with pre numbered days of the week, alright?), an adventure that always ends with the sale clerk getting ever more grouchy, and saying something to the effect of, "the cheapest calendar is $20," and getting even more annoyed when I give them the bug-eyed "are you crazy" stare. $20 for a calendar. And no, they don't like it when you ask them if Target sells calendars for less...

This adventure always ends with me searching Google images for a January 2013 (or relevant year) monthly calendar. This worked for a few years, until I discovered late January of 2012 that I had printed a calendar that had the wrong dates on it. That would explain why I didn't have my history paper ready...

Therefore, I figured it could be a whole lot easier. Henceforth: the epic DIY calendar.
Full disclosure, this took me approximately 30 seconds, it might take you up to a minute, basically because instead of cutting the cardboard I just kind of ripped it. Your calendar will probably turn out better.

Gather all materials. You will need:
  • A monthly calendar print out ( I have iCal on my computer, so I just printed out the two months I needed-- if you use Google images DOUBLE CHECK THE DATES!)
  • A piece of cardboard (I was cleaning out my school supplies etc. today, and discovered I had the cardboard backs to a couple of legal pads, as well as last year's calendar, so I used that.)
  • Scissors. (no alternatives, really, unless you want to use a chainsaw, which I do not think would end well.)
  • A stapler (or tape, or rubber cement, or Duck tape, basically, any kinda adhesive thing you want)
  • A pen (or pencil, or eyeliner... which is really fun to draw with, by the way.)
  • I didn't use a ruler, but, should you like extremely straight lines, you might want one.
Match your paper up to your cardboard. Do you need to remove any excess cardboard for your calendar? If so, just mark with a pen (with or without a ruler) where you need to cut off extra cardboard.

 Cut the cardboard to match the paper. Or if you don't want to cut off any cardboard, it's cool. Just skip this step...

Staple the paper to the cardboard.

I don't know... write stuff  on your calendar?

Hope you enjoy, and save yourself $20!
More later,

Saturday, December 29, 2012

In Other News...

Post-Post Note (as in, pre blog post note)

So I wrote this post a few weeks ago, but was not able to post until today.
Of course, since we're talking about the HRH the royal baby, I must point out that my deepest condolences to everyone harmed by the phone call scandal.


Maybe you hadn't heard this yet (fat chance!), but the Duchess of Cambridge, Catherine Middleton, is pregnant. 

While most people are immersed royal baby fever, I had another idea:

Being the Royal Baby Wouldn't Be That Much Fun All the Time

Being HRH the Royal Baby of Cambridge would seem to be a pretty cool job/lifestyle. But think, for a moment, about your own, well, babyhood? Is that a thing? Anyway  you know how your parents took that gross picture of your while you were eating, and you've got food smeared on every orifice of your body? It usually looks a little like this: 
Everyone knows the actual thoughts of everyone else in the picture:
If you're royal, I assume your version of this time honored picture will look like this: 
Not a whole lot different, right? So, you end up having that same embarrassing picture as everyone else on earth... and then your royal parents text/email/send it via snail-mail it to one of their friends... because they're normal parents after all, and so they see nothing wrong with it. 
But they send the picture to someone they will later learn they can't trust, because this friend ends up at the tabloid's office the next day:
Well, being a tabloid, they'll publish it (don't sue me! that's the point of a tabloid!):
(if you can't read the fancy handwriting at the bottom it says, "The Fateful Magazine Cover")
So, then, everyone in the world can see that awful picture, instead of just a few friends of HRH the baby's parent... 
This means that all HRH the baby's future school mates (among others) wil be able to see it:
This picture haunts the poor "HRH the baby" (really, how else am I supposed to refer to he/she?) and drives it (sorry to the un-human sort of "it", I got tired of going through the whole, "he/she" thing) to almost insanity. It's bad enough when annoying parents send their friends such pictures, but who wants the whole world to see such a thing?!
But as the years go on, everyone forgets the existence of such a picture and "the royal baby" goes on in life (as "the royal adult", I suppose)... and "the royal adult" is able to continue it's life somewhat normally:
As HRH the adult/baby makes its way through its first Official Royal Tour of a Bunch of Countries, everything goes pretty well, and the HRH adult/baby thinks to itself, "everyone must have forgotten that awful picture by now!"
But such things are never true with the royal family:
A young child approaches HRH the adult/baby and asks for an autograph. "Sure!" a happy HRH adult/baby replies (that didn't really flow so well), excited that it has caused such excitement. What HRH the adult/baby fails to realize, is that the paper being signed is a copy of the tabloid with the first official leaked photos of HRH the adult/baby itself (I'm going back to HRH the baby):
Needless to say, as HRH the baby goes to autograph the paper, it becomes infuriated upon seeing the same awful picture, and throws a full on adult fit. Everyone just stands there, awkwardly, and stares, and then HRH the baby understands what has happened and feels really awkward, too.

Aren't we all so glad we're not the royal baby now?

(c) 2012, by A.
All the drawings writing used here are of my own design. Yeah, the frames were supposed to look like old Polaroids, but they don't...
Two notes on my use of tabloid:
A. I misspelled it a lot, "talbloid" is incorrect, "tabloid" is the correct spelling of said word.
B. "Tabloid Today" is no real newspaper/online source, according to my Google search, which is good, because I didn't mean for it to be a real paper, I just needed a fake tabloid name.
Please don't seal my images without my permission, otherwise the plagiarism dinosaur will eat you...

Feel free to leave a comment or reaction below...
Thanks for reading,