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posted by [personal profile] elanya at 08:18am on 28/04/2011 under ,
I mostly only post things like this to facebook these days, but this short film is so awesome, I figured it needed more exposure :D It is probably best described as "Lovecraft writes Sex Ed". It is mostly safe for work but possibly not completely. But watch it!

Mood:: 'amused and impressed ^-^' amused and impressed ^-^
location: home - green room
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posted by [personal profile] elanya at 10:05am on 28/04/2011 under ,
I have a ton of stuff to do today, so I am trying to figure out how best to organize my time. Which of course means a to-do list ;p

Things I need to do:
Source and label unlabeled glass on my table (faaaail Heather)
Label and catalog ceramics and glass from OBH ST001
Fix INA interim report
photocopy field data for INA
Burn report and field data for Debbie
Make sure all my data backups are current in all 3-4 places
Lunch @1
Swimming @2
Starbucks ~4:30
Review prospectus and send 'er out!(?)

I shoooould be able to get ti all done if I don't spend too much time faffing about. Gonna start the glass sourcing/labeling now :)

I stopped at Walgreen's this AM to get nail polish for labeling, and also stocked up on some belated Easter zorms @_@
location: CMAC
Mood:: 'lazy' lazy
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posted by [personal profile] elanya at 07:00pm on 28/04/2011 under , ,
Another gem from the Bahamas gazette for the week of December 4-11, 1784!

MIND, HUSSEY, WHAT YOU DO!
Sung this Season by Mrs. Wrighten, at Vauxhall Gardens.
Written by Mr. Hawkins, and composed by Mr. Hook.

WHEN I was of a tender age,
And in my youthful prime,
My mother oft wou'd in a rage,
Cry, girl take care in time;
For you are now so forward grown,
The men will you pursue,
And all the day this was her tone,
Mind, Hussey, what you do!

Regardless of her fond advice,
I hasten'd o'er the plain,
Where I was courted in a trice
By each young sylvan swain;
Yet by the bye, I must declare,
I virtue had in view,
Altho' my mother cry'd beware,
Mind, Hussey, what you do!

To Damon gayest of the green,
I gave my youthful hand;
His blooming face and comely mien
I could not well withstand;
But straight to chuch we [c?]ript away,
With heart both firm and true.
Ah! Then my mother ceas'd to say-
Mind, Hussey, what you do!

Ye lasses all attend to me,
And thence this lesson learn,
When to your mind a man you see,
Ne'er look morose or stern;
But take him with a free good will,
Should he have love for you,
Althou' your mother crying still,
Mind, Hussey, what you do!

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As an aside, I also found the following advertisement very interesting!

FOUND
A GOLD SLEEVE BUTTON. The owner describing the same, giving the negro who found it a small gratuity for his honesty, and paying for this advertisement, may have it again. Apply at the Printing Office.
Music:: Switchblade Symphony - Wrecking Yard
location: Starbucks
Mood:: 'amused' amused

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