Yeah, peeps...I mean I stood in front of the substantial pile of discounted peeps, and I really thought about buying the blue ones, (because they are sugary, afterall, and I like sugar) but then I felt gross. No peeps. I think Kate's theory is right on. Recycled peeps. Besides, my current food ethic limits my gelatin intake to maybe once a year when Jello desserts are present and cannot be avoided without offending someone.
My ten-year high school reunion is this summer. Holy god almighty.
I should have bought the peeps. I should have stocked up on Cadbury Creme Eggs. Luckily I don't quite have ten years of "should haves" although if I have another amaretto sour and think hard about it, I can probably come up with something.
posted by Jen at 3:26 AM link/comments
Friday, April 25, 2003
A belated happy easter to you all. Amanda's family was here for the festivities (oddly it was warmer here than in Cleveland, the apocolypse draws nigh) which took all of our combined energy to keep everyone happy. That is the odd thing about company, especially family, so much energy seems to be spent keeping everyone happy that no one realy has a good time, with the exception of thoes who like to play martyr. As I have a bit of that in me, the trip went better than it might have.
I have heard however, that people love their peeps. Not unlike Twinkies I gather. Prior to the underproduction of twinkies a few years ago I thought that they were produced just so that people could put them in the Microwave (if you haven't tried this it is worth dipping into your monthly food budget and heading to the big box store and supporting all that is wrong with the world) but then there was the shortage and people were paniking, paying exorbident amounts of money for the little buggers. I expect the same would be true with peeps.
posted by Nat at 11:40 AM link/comments
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
According to my Theory on Peeps, a moratorium wouldn't do any good, because Peep manufacturers actually ceased production at some point during the Ford Administration, after they realized that they could get away with merely recycling the hundreds of thousands of Peeps discarded by consumers each spring. This year, the Peep people even had the audacity to release 50th Anniversary Peeps, which I'm pretty sure are nothing more than Peeps that have been sitting around since 1953.
posted by Kate at 2:53 PM link/comments
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
I hate how Cadbury Creme Eggs disappear from the grocery store the moment Easter is over. I sorrowfully dug through the carts of discounted Easter candy, hoping for just one more creme egg, but all I found were peeps. Why do they make so many peeps? Nobody wants peeps. I declare a moratorium on all peep production until the Cadbury corporation creates an adequate supply of creme eggs. If Christmas lasts from Halloween to New Years, I ought to be able to find a creme egg two days after Easter.
posted by Jen at 2:03 PM link/comments
Sunday, April 20, 2003
I am sad now because everyone misses everyone. the crazy thing about Hiram was its eternal quality. tell me you didn't secretly believe, while you were at Hiram, that you would be there forever, that life had been clearly demarcated into two segments--before-Hiram and Hiram. there was no after-Hiram. now here i am in Idaho bewildered about how i got here and where all of you went.
it's a gorgeous and warm Easter Sunday here. Possibly the first day that spring has felt unqualifiably like spring.
happy birthday to Marc. i'm going to drown my melancholy by frolicking through the long green grass.
posted by paully at 8:29 PM link/comments
Saturday, April 19, 2003
It's Marc's birthday, and as I type this, 10 or so drunken people are running around my apartment being silly. There were many lamentations earlier about how we were missing Nat and Amanda, and we had a long talk about how Nat was destined to become a charismatic cult leader. Then, about 3 minutes ago, for no particular reason, I heard someone say the following: "Turn around. Bend over. Spread butt cheeks with hands." I miss you guys.
posted by Kate at 2:03 AM link/comments
Tuesday, April 15, 2003
So three of my students failed to even bother to write their research papers worth 25% of their final grade, yet they still come to class. Denial? Idle hopes that class participation will see them through to the glory fields of a hard-earned C? Total cluelessness? I don't get it. It was a seven page paper, for chrissakes.
The result of a recent domestic dispute regarding the grocery bill has resulted in a contest between Paully and I.
First, the dispute: Jen claims the pooled grocery money ought to be spent at the local hippie-fied co-op, where Jen gets a discount because she volunteers. But even so, co-op groceries, being organic, local, are expensive. Paul claims the pooled grocery money ought to be spent at Win-co, a Cub Foods type place that is cheap and has a few organic offerings. (y'all have Cub in Ohio, right? Big boxy discount place?)
The contest: For the next month, we split the grocery money in half. Paul must spend his half only at Winco, Jen only at the co-op. We will reconvene in a month and see who bought what for how much. Paul's claim: Jen will starve because there's no way she can ration $144 over a month's worth of co-op groceries. Jen's claim: Paul's support of the profit-minded Winco and their genetically engineered produce section will support the longterm BAD THINGS about America, and 40 years from now he will rue the day he pledged his allegiance to ten ramen soups for a dollar. Game on.
posted by Jen at 2:46 AM link/comments
Sunday, April 13, 2003
Er, yes, I am back in the great state of Ohio, and the (according to one of my customers) world class city of Cleveland.
Things in DC didn't quite work out for a myriad of reasons I'm too tired to go into. I'd wear my fingers to nubs.
posted by Mike at 12:50 AM link/comments
Thursday, April 10, 2003
Classes are over. There is always a melocoly at the end of the semester. My purpose in life seems to be lacking. Once in New York after handing in a paper, I remberr standing on the street, uncertain as to where to go, or what to do once I got there, as I no longer had that paper hanging over my head. I almost missed it. I suppose that now I have the disertation hanging over my head for the next several years, at least that will give me something to avoid.
Oddly I was talking to my mother the other day (that in itself isn't odd) and New York State was having one hell of a snow storm. It was bright and sunny in Winnipeg (it even got into the 70's yesterday). Personaly I take this as a sure sign of the apocolypse.
posted by Nat at 2:13 PM link/comments
Sunday, April 06, 2003
this morning i was happily watching cable television--and i mean, of course, early morning, long about 3 a.m.--when i consulted the channel listings and noticed that every show lasted from three until five a.m., without the slightest nod of goodwill for four. then i watched the clock ignore four a.m. as well, going directly to five and just like that rendering me one of those assholes who sleeps until two p.m. now i'll never get onto a regular schedule.
here in idaho, cars are in the habit of stopping for any pedestrian who even makes a move toward the road. sometimes i'll lose my balance and stumble in the direction of the road, and all traffic will stop, waiting for me to cross, so then i have to cross just to make everyone feel better. this rule adamantly does NOT apply to route 8 through the middle of town, on which it's everyone for themselves. i am therefore digging a tunnel beneath the road--my very own chunnel, which will shave minutes off my morning commute. i'll let you know if the road collapses.
a student recently dropped my class. the reason? she was stressed out because she was taking the war too personally. she wanted to write pro-war slogans on the sidewalk with charcoal chalk. i suggested she just turn on CMC and listen to all the belt buckle ballads. this didnt seem to help. she wants to CHANGE the peoples MINDS.
i'd be happy to have a mind to change right now. head colds and dust. two stories and an essay to write. three hundred pages of philosophy to read by thursday. one of the authors argues that our bodies are socially constructed. i can say society did a better job on my hands than they did on my ass.
posted by paully at 8:45 PM link/comments
Friday, April 04, 2003
From The Wacky Iraqi ... "French Stewart Changes Name to Freedom Stewart" *giggle*
posted by Kate at 4:21 PM link/comments
Thursday, April 03, 2003
Does that mean that your new appartment has striking similarities to a war zone?
Burton, back to cleveland? When how Common mike enquiring minds want to know.
Only one more week of classes. Yippie. and then a month "off" as long as "off" means starting to learn latin, german, and begining to compile a bibliography for a as-of-yet nonexistant thesis topic. Or maybe I should spend my time learning to prepare the perfect Margarita. Now that would be time well spent.
Here's an odd little coincidence. The day after reading that article that Kate linked us to, I was driving along thinking about asshole drivers etc. (I guess I need to prefece this with the fact that in Winnipeg there are these convienient cross walk things where if you want to cross the street you puch a button, lights flash and cars have to stop, and pedestrians can cross the street safely. One of the negitive side effects of this is that pedestrians don't bother to look to see how close trafic is to them before they push and walk, ie a car could be three feet away and they will push and walk with out thinking about the physics of getting 2000 pounds to stop on a dime). Anyway as I was thinking about this I nearly killed a pedestrian walking through one of thoes cross walk thingies. Granted he did want I described above, but the irony sruck me that while I was full of rightous indignation, I nearly commited the act that I was indignant about.
posted by Nat at 10:49 AM link/comments
Actually, no. Zack is, as far as I know, sticking around Cleveland. The going-to-D.C. idea fell through because Burton's apparently moved (moving?) back to Cleveland. Not sure on the details of all of this. Perhaps Mike would like to chime in? *ahem, burton* Although Marc is not technically living with me because his lease doesn't end at his and Zack's place until the end of May, he's effectively embedded himself with me. Embedded. Hmm. I think I've been watching too much war coverage on CNN.
posted by Kate at 9:43 AM link/comments
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Glad to hear that you aren't letting a little thing like a wedding get in the way of acting like you are married.
So is Mr. Smith by himself? I had heard that he was thinking of going to Washington, but I have no idea if that was serious?
Hell. . . Mr. Smith, or Mr. Burton for that matter, if either of you still read this, perhaps you could let me know.
It was fifty a coupple of days ago. And now they are calling for 4 inches of snow tomorow. Bleck.
Perhaps this will be the last of it.
posted by Nat at 7:16 PM link/comments
Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Yes, indeed. Good party. It was a "paranoia" party. Everyone had missions. One of mine was to get Marc to engage in a show of PDA. Holly and Laura came up with the ideas, and the rest of us dressed like international spies. We missed you and Amanda, Nat. Yes, I'm in the new digs ... have been for about 6 weeks now. It's lovely. We painted walls and argued about decorating. It's like we're married already.
posted by Kate at 3:16 PM link/comments
A party. . . sigh. I feel so out of the loop.
in any case I am glad to hear that it was a smashing sucess, as only shaving cream and easter egg dye can indicate.
Have you moved into your new digs yet?
posted by Nat at 2:43 PM link/comments
Oh yes.
posted by Kate at 9:52 AM link/comments