I read that as “art is a form of competitive prayer.” It was contemplative, but competitive made total sense to me.
Dude. It’s not “right of passage”. It’s “rite of passage.” Rite. Come on.
Also it’s propitiating. Not propitating.
i can’t carry the weight of this war
Don’t ruin a surprise gift of something by telling the recipient how little it cost you.
I’m never going to make it through this semester. Thus far, on one topic: Interned instead of interred (by everyone who has referenced it). Alter instead of altar. Extant instead of extent.
Death by homophones. This class is literally going to kill me with bad grammar.
what’s the use of bein’ bad
Oy with the poodles already.
I just like saying raison d’etre.
I carry post card stamps with me. Perhaps I’ve mentioned that I love post cards.
I still love this bracelet.
Wait. What? Who responds to an auto-reply email?
Hmmm. Kinda like Random. But more visual. And with more sexy stuff.
My socks were redacted.
they always let you down when you need ’em
His Instagram feed is like a David Lynch film.
Huh. Gryffindor. Not what I expected.
It’s pouring rain and I left my umbrella ella ella in the car ar ar.
OMG just stop. Just stop already. Stop.
Also I’ve never been able to listen to that song all the way through.
I totally thought that was a bag of croutons.
I haven’t been to Chicago in a couple of years. This will be a fun field trip. Maybe. Possibly.
I like her outfit. She’s all Steampunk Grandma or something. I would totally wear that coat.
Let’s face it. I’d probably wear the whole outfit.
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Wow, that was surprisingly difficult to type.
You should check out my friend Dock’s Youtube channel. He posts some fun stuff. Plus he’s just about the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.
I miss the 9th Doctor.
Crop tops are kind of terrifying. We maybe should have left those in the 90s.
They founded a fort in Fort St. Joseph? I think they founded a fort in Niles and it was called Fort St. Joseph. But whatever.
Holy wow, is that the sun??
I hope my glasses hurry up and come in. I’m excited to have my old frames back.
I think I’m at a standstill.
Dammit Rand! Dammit!
That unfriending your family during the election cycle thing was meant to be a joke.
I ran out of lunches in my cubby.
Me: “I have this nightmare that it’s going to come down to Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders in the general election. And what the hell am I supposed to do with a choice like that?”
A: “Killing spree.”
There is some music on my iPod that seems to have embedded itself there. When I look at what’s on the iPod in iTunes, it doesn’t show up so I can’t delete it. It’s incredibly frustrating. I am going to have to do a total wipe and see if that works.
They all look like babies to me anyway.
everything means everything
There are an awful lot of words in my head these days.
You talk entirely too much. I’m sure you have a job to do.
This is a spectacularly tedious task and my arm keeps falling asleep. I need a better desk chair.
I may or may not be chair dancing at my desk right now …
Actually. What I really need is a standing desk. Then I can just straight up dance at my desk and also my arm would not be falling asleep right now. And also I’d feel less blobbish. Probably.
I have to say, though, that with as tedious as this is, this is exactly how I love a work day to go. No one bothers me and I can block out the world with my earbuds and loud music. Brings back fond memories of being locked in the darkroom all day.
“It’s in my peripheral village!”
“Your peripheral village??”
“I wonder what lives there. Probably all of the things you see out of the corner of your eye.”
I need to clean my guns.
There is just too much to do.
Any rational human can see that these two men are raving idiots.
The problem with skinny jeans is twofold: 1) You have to keep your legs shaved. 2) Men wear them.
I think you call them “beta males.”
Dammit. My leg is asleep. The whole entire leg is asleep.
I really probably ought to be doing some studying right now but I’m just fried.
I need new fun vinyl stickers for the Macbook. I’m bored with Ron Swanson and cowboy on a T-Rex.
now would be a good time for some grenades, don’t ya think?
Here’s one. Then everyone will see it during staff meetings. Ha.
Tiny Oreos ILU!
Apparently Stormageddon did not appreciate that issue of Reason. He has torn it to bits. And maybe some pieces.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s not like I enjoy walking around with hairy legs. I just maybe don’t feel like shaving every single day.
Must knit through the stash. Must knit through the stash. Must knit through the stash.
Must go work on Miss W’s birthday sweater.
Must go find just one more tiny Oreo.
Must must must
Stop signing your work emails with “Best”. It comes across as insincere.
Evidently We Are Knitters is the American Wool and the Gang with slightly less annoying emails.
I like this idea.
Sunday I listened to this for 3 hours and 38 minutes while I studied. It both eased the pain of my weekend migraine and helped me focus on my reading. Best white noise ever. Thank you, Amanda. I love you dearly.
“… mere meddlesome interferences with the rights of the individual, and they are not saved from condemnation by the claim that they are passed in the exercise of the police power …”
Yeah, I have to say, I’ve been disappointed with the X Files so far.
I don’t know. I think this might be the busiest semester ever.
I don’t know why that’s so surprising to people all the time.
Things are sparse today. Sparse indeed.
These are beautiful humans, right here.
Politics is making me tired today, man. Tired.
I’m pretty sure that that was satire.
I think that’s 17 hours, not 17 minutes. I think.
Stormageddon. Stop drawing on my laptop. Stop drawing in my Constitutional Law book. Stop drawing on your face. And that snake is not a whip.
There is something wrong with this contact lens.
Nope. Still don’t understand Google+.
I cannot stand the characters in this book. They’re horrible people. I hate the anti-capitalist message that it’s beating me over the head with. I hate the future teen slang. I hate this book. Every once in a while, though, the author has written the most beautiful sentence and I want to keep them. I just want to put those sentences in my pocket and carry them around with me. “Hope was looking off to the side, as if someone she missed was calling her name.”
They should change the name of these tiny Oreos to Crack. Because that is what they are.
I can’t decide if I want to go to D.C. or not. Weirdest dilemma ever.
It probably would have been a good idea to bring the damn charger home with me. Don’t know what I was thinking.
I really think I might almost rather do the Lansing trip.
I still don’t understand what happened to those emails.
Kids and their nap squandering. They have no idea how good they have it.
The section on reproductive freedom is just way too long.
I keep forgetting what day it is. It’s weird having a day off in the middle of the week. Throws everything off.
Miles and miles of tiny stockinette stitches. I am ready for this project to be done.
deceive, inveigle, obfuscate
But I don’t wanna take the GRE.
Stupid standardized testing.
I have to finish dealing with my hair.
DJs on the radio this morning were talking about 8 tracks and cassettes and turntables. One of the older guys mentions there’s still a turntable in the production studio and the other older guy asks how he knows that. The young guy says “I brought my mom’s old Duran Duran records in for a spin and he heard me.” That one hurt. I am just not that old.
god, what a mess
Honestly. The number of typos in emails just gets worse and worse.
I’ll probably always remember explaining to Miss W that “putting out fires with gasoline” was a metaphor after her grandmother played her “Cat People” for the first time. She said to me “it seems like you couldn’t really DO that, right?” That girl definitely needs more Bowie in her life.
“It’s not really important most the time.” ARGH. I’m so sorry, but yes, grammar is VERY important “most the time.”
That is so not how you spell that.
I had no idea this existed. Was she going for Marlene Dietrich purposely? It’s a serious question. I have only seen one season of this show.
I want bar nachos.
My very favorite Star Trek franchise.
Not the entire week, but all week.
Since when is masking tape so bloody expensive??
I am so excited about this sweater! I cannot wait for my yarn to get here.
That’s kind of a fun word to say.
I just don’t understand how those emails disappeared. I’m not intentionally pulling a Hillary. I seriously don’t know what happened.
Maybe I should move Random to Patreon and have people pay for it. I bet no one would read it anymore. ha.
This Gofundme was a silly idea. I really don’t know what I was thinking.
On the way back from this errand I’m stopping for a Den Pop. Giganomous Diet Fountain Dew here I come.
I’m unsubscribing from your mailing list, Plucky Knitter. I can’t afford your ridiculously spendy yarn.
The thing about conversation in an office is you can hear people going around having the same conversation with different people. Over and over. It makes me tired just thinking about repeating myself that much. I don’t understand what is appealing about that.
Guess I have another project to add to my knit list.
This whole thing is turning out to be a lot more labor intensive than I had planned for.
Fassbender! This was such a good book.
I just think that forcing someone to ask two questions about something they don’t actually have any questions about because the thing is not remotely difficult to understand is a wonky assignment. Stop trying to dumb us down.
Aw. One of my favorite political science faculty mentioned me in the lecture I was not able to attend today. She missed my input on the 10th Amendment in relation to environmental policies.
I’m failing to see how a “sick-out” is helping these students you claim to care so much about.
Holy shit, a compliment. I just got a work related compliment. Is it the apocalypse and no one told me??
I do not understand how this woman has so few followers. Her work is so beautiful. You should follow her.
I have so much to do that procrastination has become the only logical next step.
Again with the oils. I don’t get it.
That’s a quote. No one actually talks like that.
I’ve just realized that I sort of look at Sarah Palin in the same light as I look at the Kardashians. By which I mean I just could not care less.
I dunno. I think my preference lies with the original Harley Quinn of the Animated Series. She was the bomb.
Stupid writing assignment making me cry. Stupid death class.
I don’t even know what that means.
Those bitches are bitches.
OMG. I kind of love it. I might love it more than Westerberg’s original recording, which I love a lot. Well, I’ll be needing that album, that’s for sure.
Wow. She already graded my paper and it made her cry too. Maybe I should go back into writing.
Darn. I was hoping my yarn would come today. Oh well. I really need to get Miss W’s new sweater finished and it’s not looking like it’s going to be done in time for her birthday. Which isn’t a big deal, because there’s plenty of cold weather left in the Mitten, but it would have been nice.
I don’t know about this book. I just don’t know.
Boy, I wish I had the yarn budget some of these ladies have. Holy wow.
tiny tiny tiny
I cannot decide what to wear for the opening tomorrow. le sigh
I suppose it really doesn’t much matter.
I’m not crazy!
oh man, look at those cavemen go
Oh I like that nail polish!
I can’t believe I got out of the active shooter presentation. But really. When you’ve sat through all three variations and have been to four presentations, how much more can you possibly learn? What they should be doing is allowing me to carry on campus. But that will never happen here.
Spoke too soon. Had to sit through the last half. Still a waste of time.
She just said “Take a breather, girl” and pronounced breather like breath with an er on the end and a hard th. Brether. Like brother with another e.
I think this might be my favorite Bowie thing ever. Maybe. If I had to limit myself to just one thing. But no. I can’t. There’s just too much. So this is one of my favorite things ever.
I can’t believe you’re annoyed about this. I mean that’s just really a stretch. You really have to try, have to dig deep, to come up with annoyance over this.
I don’t know. I’m pretty sure this is looking like you have some kind of personal vendetta. It’s getting weird.
That woman is addicted to talking shit to death.
I just wasted 4 days creating a schedule for around 100 people based on the information I was given which was wrong.
You know what? I’m giving up on today. I’m done. This is ridiculous.
Let’s start over.
i know a government man
I need food. It’s 12:40. I’m starving. I should go on lunch. I’ve been too busy for lunch. le sigh.
I think I’ma Randomly post this tomorrow. Again. Because reasons, yo.
I don’t feel good about Random today. That makes me sad.
Peanut butter cookies, however, make me very happy.
I don’t think I’m speaking the same language as you. I just do not understand what you just said.
just for one day
I love these satellite photos of the Mitten in winter, even though I am freezing my arse off down here on the ground. (taken yesterday)
Maybe someone could bring me some peanut butter cookies. I don’t know who that would be.
Oh man. The next two hours just might kill me.
I never did make any shortbread. I need to make some shortbread.
I need to bring Jayne Cobb to work and keep him on my desk.
There’s a whole list of people that I miss.
I’ve been fighting years all morning.
I think these are hilarious and awesome and someone should bring them back.
Because the universe is 100% off kilter today.
Oh! I should make some shortbread for Dr. H. I’ll take it when I go visit her this week. Or next week. I don’t even know. I’d like to go tomorrow, but my work days are absurd lately.
Who calls it a junk food machine? We just call them vending machines.
“I just wonder if you get tired of, um, being outrageous?”
That is just not the best Bowie ever. There is much better Bowie.
“The straighter David Bowie got, the better his teeth got.”
Youtube does not appear to have my favorite Tin Machine song.
Oh that’s a lie. Here it is, you crazy girl.
I’m sorry, but I don’t really get the whole making administrative assistant types refer to you as Dr. So and So. If you’re going to make me call you Dr. Somebody, you can refer to me as Ms. Townsend, thank you very much.
There. A double batch of shortbread just about ready to go in the oven.
I never do that right.
Hooray! All aboard! Wow! Let’s go!
Supposed to be 37 tomorrow. It’ll feel like a heat wave.
I suppose now is as good a time as any for my weekly plea …
I actually really liked the Never Let Me Down album.
Holy hell. The sweater I’ve been dying to knit from the Great Northern Knits Kickstarter thingie is being released and those beautiful girls are doing a knit along. I’m clearly going to have to put my two current sweaters on hold and get some yarn.
I dunno. That’s some pretty buttery soft melt in your mouth shortbread right there.
Huh. It’s broken.
Oh come on. Like you didn’t buy a ticket too.
If I win, I’m not telling anyone. I’ll be all “huh? Oh no, it must be some other Jennifer Townsend.”
I think it’s total bullshit that you are denied the right to remain anonymous if you win the lottery.
I really should be reading that chapter.
Ah well. I think I’ll give it up. Random Wednesday on Wednesday. What.
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This place makes me so jittery.
I feel completely off kilter.
Kilter is an interesting word. I like the way it sounds.
Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo busy. So very many emails. Holy hell.
It’s pretty dreamy.
I thought that was a blanket. It is not. It would be a cool blanket.
Nothing like getting ambushed in a meeting to start your new year out right. Whee.
Just to totally change the subject for a minute.
I should have just left this laptop at home today.
Argh. Dropbox. Headache. Argh.
I’m neglecting you. It’s tragic.
Ok, maybe not tragic. But ooph.
I can’t believe I was nominated for that. I’m honored and confused.
I don’t know how I ended up in charge of this thing, but it just might be the death of me. I think it’s because no one else wanted to deal with the artists.
It would have been so much more helpful if you had done this before the time I actually requested that you be here. ARGH. This day just gets better and better.
Oooh! I’m definitely going to have to make that sweater. Fo sho.
Because Lord knows I haven’t had enough waffles lately.
I have a headache and I am floundering.
I dunno though. I would LOVE to go to DC and meet with all those people. Even if they are Democrats.
Campbell’s Kuerig soup. I bet it ends up tasting like coffee. Just like when you try to make tea in the Keurig.
Coffee soup. Bleah.
I’m sorry. I totally just laughed at your ironic typo.
I just. There is nothing appealing about Lena Dunham. Nothing.
How is it that terrorists and whatever always use iPhones for their detonators on tv? Like iPhones are just twenty bucks at the corner store or the gas station or something. I want the kind of funding television terrorists are getting, man.
Speaking of iPhones. Sign me up. I wonder if they’ll work for Androids as well. Does it say that? I really only skimmed it.
I’m so tired. I’m so tired. I’m so tired.
cos i can’t get it out of my head lately
I probably got added to some gubmint list for talking about television terrorists.
I was probably already on some gubmint list. They probably won’t even let me in DC in the first place, even if I am chosen for the program.
Yeah, that’s not supposed to do that.
Yes. Tomorrow is a better bet. Except the lunatic might be here, so that could throw some monkeys in my wrenches. Or some wrenches in my monkeys. Or some monkey wrenches in my barrels.
My tummy is all gurgly.
Gary Johnson just entered the race, eh? Hmm. He’s probably too late for the Michigan ballot. Again. Gorram pothead.
I always picture a charnel house as being more like an abattoir, I guess. But it isn’t at all.
Someone needs to update that John Casey 2012 pic to 2016. Because John Casey 2016!!
That’s like Bonanza or somethin’.
Wait. Where do Phineas and Ferb get their funding? Elevators to the moon ain’t cheap, my friend.
So much for that rock and roll fantasy.
Wonderful. Not a single swipe pad works in this building. I cannot lock nor can I unlock a single solitary room in my building. Fabulous. But oh! They’re so much better than the old fashioned key system! The building can be locked down in the event of an active shooter! … Thereby trapping us all here with said shooter, but that’s beside the point, right?
Um yeah. It’s not a gala. It’s not even close to a gala.
I guess everybody’s got to be good at something.
I really like this wallet.
strangeness in the proportion
I need my ear buds STAT!
STAT. What a weird word.
I’m not really worried about the ethics of the thing.
So. Much. Email.
I thought that said chronic. I have no idea why.
My tooth hurts. Dammit.
I like how Amazon has categorized Hunter S. Thompson’s Better than Sex as a “reference book”.
Issue No. 1 of the Sandman is what got me hooked on Neil Gaiman.
I’m pretty sure there’s been some kind of mistake, as I was not included on this “hottest libertarian women” list. I mean, come on.
Oh Lord. Another wrench. Or moneky. Or whatever. That is not how you spell monkey.
That totally made me el oh el.
Oh good. You want me here late again. AGAIN. That is not how it is supposed to work the first week back. le sigh.
I can’t end this on this note. Note. Where is this guy?
You guys. You kill me with your whole “down with capitalism!” rants when you actually make your living solely through the vehicle of capitalism. That is some serious cognitive dissonance happening there.
I need to make a decision about this interview. I think I’m probably the wrong person for this program. As kick ass as it is to be nominated by the poli sci department chair. I had no idea he thought so highly of me!
Well that took some digging. Why would you even want to start that?
Just runnin’ in circles, all the time.