posts from 2004.09

Stolen from Beth, who stole it from someone else.

These books have all been banned somewhere. Bold indicates books I’ve read; bold italic indicates books I read, with teachers and classmates, in school.

1984 . George Orwell.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer. Mark Twain [Samuel L. Clemens].
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Lewis Carroll.
Analects. Confucius.
Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl. Anne Frank
Arabian Nights or The Thousand and One Nights. Anonymous.
Beloved. Toni Morrison.
The Bible.
Brave New World. Aldous Huxley.
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee. Dee Brown.
The Call of the Wild. Jack London.
Canterbury Tales. Geoffrey Chaucer.
Catcher in the Rye. J.D. Salinger.
The Celluloid Closet: Homosexuality in the Movies. Vito Russo.
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Roald Dahl.
Clan of the Cave Bear. Jean Auel.
The Color Purple. Alice Walker.
The Complete Fairy Tales of the Brothers Grimm. Jacob and Wilhelm K. Grimm.
Dialogue Concerning the Two Chief World Systems. Galilei Galileo.
Different Seasons. Stephen King.
A Doll’s House. Henrik Ibsen.
Don Quixote. Saavedra Miguel de Cervantes.
Earth Science. American Book.
The Egypt Game. Zilpha Keatley Snyder.
Fahrenheit 451. Ray Bradbury.
The Figure in the Shadows. John Bellairs.
Gone with the Wind. Margaret Mitchell.
Grapes of Wrath. John Steinbeck.
The Graphic Work of M.C. Escher. M.C. Escher.
Grendel. John C. Gardner.
Gulliver’s Travels. Jonathan Swift.
Hamlet. William Shakespeare.
The Happy Prince and Other Stories. Oscar Wilde.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. Maya Angelou.
It. Stephen King.
James and the Giant Peach. Roald Dahl.
King Lear. William Shakespeare.
The Koran.
Le Morte D’Arthur. Sir Thomas Malory.
The Life and Times of Renoir. Janice Anderson.
A Light in the Attic. Shel Silverstein.
The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. C.S. Lewis.
Little House in the Big Woods. Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Little House on the Prairie. Laura Ingalls Wilder.
The Lorax. Dr. Seuss.
The Lords of Discipline. Pat Conroy.
The Martian Chronicles. Ray Bradbury.
My Friend Flicka. Mary O’Hara.
The Odyssey. Homer.
On the Origin of Species. Charles B. Darwin.
Paradise Lost. John Milton.
Raisin in the Sun. Lorraine Hansberry.
The Rolling Stone Illustrated History of Rock and Roll. Jim Miller, ed.
The Satanic Verses. Salman Rushdie.
Slaughterhouse-Five. Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Song of Solomon. Toni Morrison.
The Stand. Stephen King.
The Talmud. Soncino Pr.
To Kill a Mockingbird. Harper Lee.
Tom Jones. Henry Fielding.
Twelfth Night. William Shakespeare.
Uncle Tom’s Cabin. Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Vasilissa the Beautiful: Russian Fairy Tales.
Welcome to the Monkey House. Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
Where the Sidewalk Ends. Shel Silverstein.
Where’s Waldo? Martin Handford.
The Witches of Worm. Zilpha Keatley Snyder.
A Wrinkle In Time. Madeleine L’Engle.
Zen Buddhism: Selected Writings. D.T. Suzuki.

I had a fever today – 99.9°F.

And it was getting hard to think, my thoughts are/were disorganized.

I spent much of the day curled in a blanket in front of the TV (as it was the only passtime that requires zero thought- I can’t stomach books or video games at the moment), dozing while Battlestar Galactica played on Sci-Fi. I only rose from my barrow to prepare food, and take a hot shower (probably a bad idea with a fever).

But most of all, I’m lonely. Soon I must go out on a quest for the mail, and hopefully later tonight Beth would like to come over and watch Dawn of the Dead or Logan’s Run.

Itchy^H^H^H^H^ sneezy, tastey.

(p.s. Peter, that http:… thing is called a URL, and thanks [both of you]. Apparently spamassassin is working too well, as I never even got notified of that comment, or even Beth’s…)

Bleargh….. so sick. Sneezy, ouchy, doubleplusungood.

I need soup, and someone to bring it to me :(

And if you have trouble remembering names, like me, than you may not enjoy A Game of Thrones. I’m not sure whether I do or not… it seems kinda like wasted potential for a perfectly good fantasy but hey- I’ll give it some more time.

Fun fact: dire wolves are real.

Unfun fact: I’m not even delirious. At least I don’t think I am. But I should probably go to bed now anyway.

I’ve actually been kinda productive today, for a Sunday. Especially so since I went to bed at like 0430 and work up aroung 0930.

This morning (around 1045) I had to drive Chris to the airport so he can start off his weeklong California adventure. Predictably, I had forgotten all about this, but since I was awake anyway it was no big deal :)

Once I got rid of him, I finished my laundry, read some more of the book I’m currently on (I’m not quite sure how much I like it yet, but it seems to be a good read), finished waking up, cleaned the apartment (taking out the past 2 months worth of waste cardboard, vacuuming, tidying, etc. – I do this every time he leaves and pretty much only then), went grocery shopping (a bit), changed the kitty litter, and cooked up some baked ziti for some work shindig that’s going on tomorrow (I bet Beth forgot, even though I reminded her about it on Friday).

I was done with all of this by 1600, at which point I commenced with the gaming, which seems to be winding up (and I may have been done already if it weren’t for those damn corrupted dragons and their paralysis crap). Maybe soon I’ll finish, and then I can have my liffe back (If by life I mean starting to read that pile of comics Peter lent me, which I do).

Sometime during the gaming I made dinner, in which I tried something new (and liked it!).

Today at the grocery store I made a concerted effort to buy some ‘fancy’ food so that I could make a meal that consists of things other than eggs, pasta, butter and salt. I ended up getting some faux chicken chicken patties. Surprisingly, these things are better than any real chicken patties I’ve ever had (and as anyone who knew me in college should know, I am a bit of a chix patty connoisseur). If all vegetarian food were this good, I would give up all meat in a heartbeat, not just mammals – I mean, if it’s less cruel, more environmentally sound, healthier, and tastier, then there’s really no reason not to!

Despite all that, it’s been a nice, relaxing day. For some weird reason, even more relaxing that yesterday, when all I did was play Neverwinter Nights all day. Go fig.

Unfortunately, I’ve started getting sniffly as the day has worn on….. I really hope I’m not coming down with what Beth and/or Chris had, ‘cuz my sick day usage is a little to rhythmical (unintentionally). At the very worst, at least, sick days would give me time to pop some more books/games off of the queue (or stack, which is more appropriate), but getting behind on work-work just as I’m starting to trim down my todo list would be decidedly suboptimal.

Que sera, sera.

I just completed my first exam in over 2 years. I don’t think I did too badly. In fact, I had thought I’d done pretty good until I talked to my co-worker who took the same exam… Now I’m not so sure.

From what he says, I may have done better than him, but we’ll see. I don’t feel too horribly about this, so I think I got at least a C.

All of my triops died last night :(

Sure the tank needed to be cleaned, but I doubt that would kill all of them at the same time. I’m betting temperature was the culprit, as te tank was right next to the window,but I don’t know… it would make sense that it got too cold (it was 46°F in Ithaca last night), but this morning the temperature was 84°F from the sunlight.

I just don’t know.

I have an exam tomorrow, and really should spend the night tonight studying, but I forsee myself doing very little of that.

What will I most likely be doing? Probably taking the practice exam, saying “hell with it” and spending the rest of the night playing Neverwinter Nights. Yeah, i’m so predictable. But hey, it got me through Rutgers alright (different game of course, but you know what I mean).