Sunday, October 10, 2010

Here I am at twelve-oh-one a.m., writing. We've just finished viddying A Clockwork Orange, and if you don't know what "viddying" means, don't look it up in the dictionary, because it isn't there.

D'you know what is in the dictionary?

–verb (used without object)
to pursue or approach prey, quarry, etc., stealthily.
to walk with measured, stiff, or haughty strides: He was so angry he stalked away without saying goodbye.
to proceed in a steady, deliberate, or sinister manner: Famine stalked through the nation.
Obsolete . to walk or go stealthily along.

The definition you should pay the most attention to is the first one. Why, then, did I even bother to post definitions two, three, and four? Because they make my blog post look longer than it actually is.

I bring up stalking because it is relevant to the events of the day. Blake sent us on a mission. "Go forth, and stalk this woman who attends SOU," he said, and off we trotted...stealthily.

Though this next bit is somewhat irrelevant, it's at the very least noteworthy, and also includes photographic evidence. Wheeee! Anyway, on the way to stalk this young college lady, I spotted, with my eyes, rather lovely drapes of a blue-ish berry-ish hue, which contrasted in a most complementary fashion. Look at it! (That's an order!)

There you are! Marvelous.

In the end, we did end up finding out the young college lady's name (which had not been disclosed to us for the reason that finding it out was part of the mission). Her name turned out to be ***** ******. However, we did not succeed in taking her picture.

Needless to say, the combination of today's long walk and yesterday's long walk have beaten my feet into two wads of pulp. And yet. None of that matters to me, and I'll tell you why. Do you know what's happening tomorrow? I'll give you a hint. It begins with, "We're going to see," and ends with, "The Merchant of Venice." If you can figure out what goes in the middle, you get a Good Noodle Star.

In addition to this wondrous news, I might add that we spotted some street performers; the sort who stand very, very still, like statues. I'm only showing the face of one of the ladies, because the other lady was not so fortunate as to have gotten in a good shot. It's not her fault.

It's horribly strenuous for me to savagely rack my brain at this moment for any additional events that occurred today. Which is a fancy way of saying I don't have much else to say. Umm...

In addition to the addition to the thing I was saying before, I have some productivity blah blah blah to blah about. My five possible research topics! Tuh, Amber. Nicely done, eh? Here they are: book publishing, exotic dance, fashion photography, cosmology, and Shakespeare studies. From this list I will at some point extract three topics.

AND. Cameron, though currently asleep, is here! *applause*

Here, have a crow.