I don't know how mornings are going to work this semester. Maybe I'll just move in to Mom's bathroom.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Ok, so I already knew this short existed. That was bad enough. What's worse is that it was made with the cooperation of the Inglewood Police Department and the Inglewood Unified School District. Thanks again for setting the example, California!
Thankfully, Doug Walker from That Guy with the Glasses has alleviated some of the awfulness by riffing the hell out of this short film of paranoia brought to you by the 1950s. Still, while this short is now funny, I can't help sitting here and thinking through the laughter, "Gods, this is wrong. This is so, so wrong..."
Saturday, August 21, 2010
So there's this place in San Pedro that's had a coming soon sign outside for like, three years now. And now, finally, they are open. Behold the wonder and the glory that is Amalfitano's Bakery.
And yes, that picture was taken on my bed because I am greedy and locked myself in my room with one of everything so I wouldn't have to share with anyone. Well, except Timmy. I can honestly say that is the best cannoli I have ever eaten. And this is coming from someone who, while undeniably Italian, usually has two bites of a cannoli and then doesn't want any more for the rest of the year. That cannoli was goooood. The cookies were excellent and the cream puff's custard filling was outstanding. My own mother assured me that these delicious baked goods were the most authentic she's ever tasted. Now all that's left is to get my Sicilian father down here to verify. What do you say, Dad?
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Photo: Brian Leatart
Am I the only one who thought this was some kind of weird meat sammich? Cause it's not. It's actually some kind of weird ice cream sammich from some place in LA called Cool Haus. Found it here: http://travel.yahoo.com/p-interests-35264484
Tomorrow I get to drive my grandparents up to Sherman Oaks for my aunt's birthday party. Wish me luck. I'm driving my grandfather's Volvo and it's oooooooooold.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
HIS 330 US Colonial Period
GEO 100 Human Geography
GEO 360 North America
PHI 383 Comparative Religions
POL 361 American Constitutional Law: Civil Rights
Gosh, I can feel the excitement already.
I'm still wary about that last class as it's supposed to be writing intensive. I wanted to take American Political Thought but that class conflicts with GEO 360, which I have to take to satisfy the history major and is only being offered every other fall. I may squeeze in an English class if I decide to drop the poly sci this semester and take the one I want in the Spring. Except that all the English classes are at night.
Why the feck is everything at night this semester?!? GAH!
Oh, and God's stealing my computer for a couple days because the PC she's been using has decided it doesn't want to run Microsoft Office anymore. See you guys in a couple days.
Friday, August 6, 2010
My cat does not like other cats, but apparently other cats like him.
Oberon is an indoor/outdoor cat in that he usually spends his days lounging in the neighbor's garden and his nights snuggled up on my pillow. I've never seen him make nice with another cat and he'll rarely allow anyone besides me and my mom to touch him. He'll tolerate Patches, the neighbor's cat, being in the same general area so long as they're outside but I've never seen him snuggle up to another cat since he was a wee kitten.
So it was really weird to walk outside and see an orange and white tom cat trying to make friends with Obie, who was having none of it. Though "huddled under the porch table in an indignant and confused ball" would be a more accurate description.
I think the fact that the cat was a tom surprised me more than anything else. How many friendly tom cats do you run into on a regular basis? And for that matter, how many people do you know who own an un-neutered male cat? He must have belonged to somebody because he was super friendly and was kind of shocked when I hissed at him to get him to back away from Obie.
I have no idea where he came from. He seemed like a nice enough chap but I told him that he wasn't getting any food under any circumstances. We just can't take in any more cats, not that Obie would let me if I tried. Hopefully he does belong to someone and is just having a look around the neighborhood and is not the new tom in town searching out his niche. In any case, Oberon is now spread out on my pillow like a black puddle, perfectly content to be the only cat of any importance in the house.