Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

Can’t sleep, clown’ll eat me

We went away for a while. Moving to another server was just so much effort. All that clicking.

I bet you missed us

How are you today?

Really? That’s very interesting.

Thank you! I like my hair too :) You’re neat.

You what?

D:

I AM OFFENDED

When the zombie horde comes for you, will you be ready?

Are you prepared with months of food and water on hand, weapons at the ready, a large stash of wood in the garage to reinforce your doors and windows? Do you know even the basic zombie survival skills?!

If you are like most people, the answer to each of the above questions was no. There are a select few…special people who can count themselves truly prepared. What do the rest of us do? Movies would have us believe that we will happen to have a friend who has the means to keep us safe, or that we’ll lock ourselves in a mall and hope to hell the undead can’t work the automatic doors. This is entirely unrealistic.

You have two options left: Run or negotiate. Now I know what you’re saying, negotiate with zombies? They’re worse than terrorists! In some ways they are, but they are not here for politics or prisoner release or to strap bombs to their chests while yelling incoherently. No. The common household zombie is a simple creature with one goal: Brains. They are just hungry! When entering zombie negotiations, the first thing to remember is to avoid using large words, as they will confuse the creature while giving away the extent of your own intelligence - two things that will lead to your untimely end as a quick meal. Rule #1: DO NOT tell the zombies where the brains are!

Certain brands of tofu can be prepared in a jiffy to resemble brain matter in consistency and nutrients. Keeping brain substitutes on hand is a sure way to survive those first few moments of the delicate proceedings. Start with a simple phrase, like “eat this, not me”. Try not to get too fancy - wonton wrapper brain substitute seems to do more harm than good. If you find yourself fresh out of tofu, your best bet is to give the zombie something chewy and see how they react. The sole of any running shoe should do the trick. While he or she is busy chewing, you can start the talks, I suggest “chew good, me gross”, and if it looks like it isn’t going well, you should skip to plan B. Rule #2: Be ready to feed your guests something other than you.

What is plan B, you ask? The back door. Always plan ahead and assume the negotiations will fail. Have a well protected path to safety (or relative safety). Be warned, there is no plan C, once you leave, you are on your own. Eat or be eaten. Rule #3: Always have an escape route.

That’s about all there is to it. At worst, negotiations can buy you the necessary time to get prepared for the long siege ahead. At best, and only if you have a LOT of tofu, you could earn yourself some zombie protectors, who will jealously guard their secret source of what they believe to be brains.

Good luck!

Uh huh.

Well, that’s that. I’m really done school. That’s a little bit weird; I’ve identified myself as a “student” since….. well since I can remember. Frankly it’s terrifying to not be one anymore! Started the job hunt last week, nothing magical yet, but I’ll feel better when I get out of this limbo between studenthood and normal life.

Well enough of that. Last weekend was the annual Whistler trip of infamy, which held up to all that I hoped.  Pictures here! I wasn’t sure what to expect from being in close quarters with 10 other people, but it was fantastic. I’m still impressed that all 11 of us managed to get out the door in just 1 hour with only 2 bathrooms! We got trapped in the plot of a bad horror movie one night, when Dave went for a walk and didn’t come back. We got worried, his cell was off, so Chris ran off to find him. I said “Oh good, we’ll just take turns running off alone. Or even better, let’s ALL go and then split up!” and Angelina made sure we all knew to run upstairs, not outside to safety if/when the bad guy busted into the place. Someone (Tim?) made a crack that he’d obviously gone running off to the old mines, so we’d better go look there. It was all very funny (especially since both guys returned safely) and the next morning on the way home … our bus broke down. Where? Outside the mines! Aww yeah! Too perfect. Don’t worry, we all made it home safe, eventually.

Let’s see, what else is worth sharing? Tomorrow….today? My look at the time. Today is Phil’s party, which should prove to be epic. I know I’m excited.

Stay frosty!

So today (being Monday, because I don’t think it’s actually Tuesday until I’ve slept) marked my last day of classes.

Ever.

D:

Holy crap! I’m not sure what I’m going to do with myself once my exams are over, it’s really a strange feeling. I’ve got no desire to go off traveling; I’m flat broke for one thing, and I’ve done plenty of traveling in my life. So I guess I need to find a job and do boring grown-up things now. Jokes on them: When I get home from work you know I’ll be watching cartoons!

Next step, shorter term, is to get through a couple of terrible final exams. This time the “final” part is much more literal to me. Today I also handed in my last piece of homework, which was arguably the most boring paper I have ever produced. =D How exciting, right? Whateeeeever. Who’s comin’ with me to get faced after finals!?

P.S. By popular demand, lolgrace now has a forum.

Just a week and a half to go till the end of the semester. I think I can make it. Argh! So exhausted this semester, it’s ridiculous, and I keep getting sick! Oh the huge manatee!

Also, next Monday is my birthday! What are you going to buy me? It better be shiny.

I have made a decision. Grace will now be an internet star.

Yes, today sure is Thursday. All day, in fact. “Thursday” comes from the Old English “Day of Thunor” which stems from the latin Iovis Dies or “Jupiter’s Day.” The Great Depression was marked by Black Thursday, when the New York Stock Exchange crashed in 1929.

Wikipedia tells me that on this day in 1848, The Communist Manifesto by communist theorists Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels was first published. Also on this day, Carl Czerny, an Austrian composer, was born in 1791. To celebrate, I played his Etude Op. 740, No. 41 (albeit poorly). I also began the massacre of Bach’s Prelude and Fugue in D Major. We’ll see how that goes.

Thursday is also a particularly bad day in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. All elections in the United Kingdom take place on Thursdays. Douglas Adams, author of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, is British. Interesting. I could never get the hang of Thursdays either.

Thursday is the day that happens between writing a midterm and having an assignment due for the same class. That’s a little sick, if you ask me.

Oh Thursday. You aren’t quite as bad as Wednesday, but we sure wish you were Friday. To be fair to Wednesdays, though, this last one was pretty spectacular. It began with an exam, but ended with a dragon eating the moon! As for the middle, Aperture Labs came to SFU to do some recruiting!

It was a triumph. Huge success. I only wish Chris had stuck around longer with his randomly-dropped accent and spectacular metal briefcase. Leaving us for beer… shameful.