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Wow, I am most definitely addicted to livejournal, I’m sorry guys. I feel like I must be overloading everyone’s friendlists with solely Stephanie entries. If you get tired of getting this all over your flist, you can unfriend me, I won’t be offended or anything. 😛

The trip to the library was highly successful, and I am now fortified with reading material for the coming three weeks. I go to Sandhills Community College’s library because it’s the biggest around here. In some ways, I love college libraries; you can find all sorts of obscure intellectual books. But sometimes it’s quite annoying, because they have so few new books. Forget the new Star Wars books, man. My other problem with this library is that the limit you can have checked out at one time is only 15 books, hence the reason I only got 15 today. I remember at one of the Ohio libraries, the limit was 40, and it was heavenly. We brought big boxes with us whenever we went to the library, so they called us “the box people”. It was quite awesome!

I already read one of the books, The Triumph of Achilles by Louise Gluck. It’s a book of her poetry, and I can’t remember who recommended it, but I’m pretty sure someone did a while back. She’s a very good poet who definitely has a knack for creating detailed images with just a few words. At the same time, I don’t think I liked her poetry. She *could* write beautiful poetry, but she just…doesn’t. Instead, some of her stuff is well-written poetry that is vaguely ugly if you look at it too long, and the rest could be good if she put the energy into her potentially-beautiful poems that she does into her slightly ugly ones. I kind of wonder if maybe her more recent poems are better, I might investigate further one day.

I also started The Crucible by Arthur Miller (are you happy now, Luke??) which is so far VERY good.

There are very few people in the world who will understand the awesomeness of this, but I was all a-thrilled. I got some of the Icelandic sagas at the library today, but it would appear the rest of the Eddas are there online for the taking!

Last night I was up later than everyone else, so I was trying to walk through the house quietly when I did go to bed, only my ankle cracked. Someday, some evil person or a giant bear will be stalking me through a dark and quiet house, and I’ll be slipping silently as a shadow through the room, brilliantly evading the giant bear or psychopath, and then my ankle will crack. And if I didn’t die as a result, I’d probably laugh.

The Ricker Shish Kabab Experiment has been concluded and was deemed a success by all scientists involved. Turns out the old grill also still works! Did you know that shish kabab means literally, in Persian, “skewer of grilled meat”? To sound like a broken record, summer is the bestest.

Have finished ALL books in the house. Must make foray into the library on quest for new reading material. Will report on findings after reconnaissance is complete. If not back in two weeks, don’t come after me; will already have died of book joy, or starvation.

Last night we watched Sahara, which was incredibly mediocre, somewhat dumb, and highly implausible. Though, some funny lines from the sidekick guy, I liked him. He seems to subscribe to the John Sheppard of Stargate Atlantis school of hair, which I found amusing (see what I mean). I think maybe I pay too much attention to people’s hair.

You know, I must be missing the appeal some of these Hollywood darlings are supposed to have. Until yesterday, I thought that this guy, this guy, this guy, and this guy were all the same person. I’ve seen movies that they’ve all been in, and I still didn’t notice they were different people. They’re all the same! It’s like you just copy and paste any of them into your cookie-cutter movie script of choice and *poof*, instant money at the box office. I do not understand.

Two hours later: Speaking of movies, we just saw Redeye tonight (it’s movie week) and it was coolly creepy. Creepily cool? I dunno. Like Flightplan, it’s a thriller on a plane, but it’s much…darker, I think is the word, than Flightplan was. Also, if you ever meet Cillian Murphy in a dark alley, don’t stop to have vodka, just run. Anyone with eyes like that has to be an alien or a serial killer. No offense, dude.

This mood theme thing…you mean I can construct my own, out of any pictures I want? I could make one for Star Wars, one for Lord of the Rings…why, I could have one of all shoes, or all different shots of people’s hair, or apples, or Luke Skywalker, or glasses, or all of people I know! I think that could be very neat, but I realize this has the potential to be scary. *ponders*

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Stability |||||||||||||||||||| 86%
Orderliness |||||||||||||||| 70%
Accommodation |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Interdependence |||||||||||||||| 63%
Intellectual |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Mystical |||||||||| 36%
Artistic |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
Religious |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Hedonism || 10%
Materialism |||||| 23%
Narcissism |||||||||||||||| 63%
Adventurousness |||||||||||||||||||| 83%
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Self absorbed |||| 16%
Conflict seeking |||||||||||| 50%
Need to dominate |||||||||||||| 56%
Romantic |||||||||| 36%
Avoidant |||||||||| 36%
Anti-authority |||||||||||||| 56%
Wealth |||| 16%
Dependency || 10%
Change averse |||||||||||| 43%
Cautiousness |||||||||||||||| 63%
Individuality |||||||||||||| 56%
Sexuality |||||||||| 36%
Peter pan complex |||||| 30%
Physical security |||||||||||||||||||| 90%
Physical Fitness |||||||||||||||||| 77%
Histrionic || 10%
Paranoia |||||||||||| 50%
Vanity |||||| 30%
Hypersensitivity || 10%
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“Stability results were very high which suggests you are extremely relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic.

“Orderliness results were high which suggests you are overly organized, reliable, neat, and hard working at the expense too often of flexibility, efficiency, spontaneity, and fun.

“Extraversion results were moderately low which suggests you are reclusive, quiet, unassertive, and secretive.

trait snapshot:

secretive, organized, clean, rarely worries, solitary, high self control, dislikes large parties, prefers organized to unpredictable, prudent, observer, tough, self reliant, very good at saving money, introverted, perfectionist, mind over heart, not controlling of others, hard working, confident, resolute, solitary, does not make friends easily, finisher, does not like to stand out, very practical, intellectual, unsympathetic at times, honest, respects authority, follows the rules, cautious.”

^^Those are so funny.

Speaking of histrionic…

I certainly do post a lot in this thing, I’m unsure if it’s healthy or not.

Anyway! I not only updated my Myspace, I uploaded a gazillion pictures to my new snazzy Lj account. Go here–> and be amazed. Or bored.

Physicists draw up plans for real cloaking device. I love science, I really do.

We just finished watching the documentary Super Size Me. I hated fast food anyway, but now I have the uncontrollable urge to eat nothing but apples and drink nothing but water for like a week. We also rented lots of other movies, because we haven’t watched movies as a family in forever, and it would be fun. Tomorrow I close for the first time at Staples, which should be interesting, but then I’m off for two days, and that’ll be a blast, and much fun will be done.

I love that I can eat three or four apples a day during the summer.

Er, oh dear. I’m watching a music video by The Calling, and the lead singer looks a bit effeminate. I never saw him before, and he always *sounded* very ungirly, but he’s doing this weird thing with his coat as he sings and it’s quite disconcerting.

Speaking of which, I don’t think I could ever be interested in a guy who wears more jewelry than I would. I don’t know why that creeps me out, but IT DOES. Lose the earrings and the bling, and we’ll talk.

Yes, I gave in, I am now the not-very-proud owner of a sponsored lj account. More userpics! I could have a mood theme of my very own creation! Limitless options, but tacky ads. Such is life.

Oh man, my DREAMS lately! So very cool. I have to write about it, they’re that cool. I’ll cut for length because they’re quite involved and drawn-out.
Last night’s epic:

Everyone, be on the alert, there is a Cingular commercial that is using Solsbury Hill by Peter Gabriel. It is a brilliant song and you should all hear it.

My foot is better today! *wiggles toes* And work went well, and it was a nice day, well actually it was raining, but that’s ok, and I have a Horatio Hornblower icon, and I am listening to wonderful music and the world is quite glorious.

I am THIS close to having completed the whole B section of my music. Next up, Cake, Calexico, The Calling, Capercaille, Carbon Leaf, etc. This much music might be unhealthy, but at least I’ll die happy.

Hmm. Tonight, I could either write an 800 word essay for a scholarship that I have slim chance of getting and which is due in one week, or I could work on the Colossal Story Project, or I could throw in the writing towel and go get some scifi. I have the Star Wars book or some Andromeda recorded, either of which would do nicely, but scholarships are money, and money is always needed, but then again the Colossal Story Project will not write itself, and that would be fun too, if mentally draining. Oh quandries of life! Maybe I’ll just eat some cheerios.

Edited two hours later: HA! Ate cheerios, wrote 950 words, and listened to more music. In your face, scholarship. Tomorrow I’ll tackle the rest.

Because everyone is doing it…

1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name)
Simba Calloway. I kind of like it.

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad’s side, your favorite candy)
Ruth Mounds

3. YOUR “FLY GIRL/GUY” NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name)

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, favorite color)
Horse Green (well now, that just sounds dumb.)

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born)
Marguerite Fort Wayne

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (first 3 letters of your last name, last 3 letters of mother’s maiden name, first 3 letters of your pet’s name)
Ricard Sim (AGH, it’s like Richard Simmons, in Star Wars!!)

7. JEDI NAME: (middle name spelled backwards, your mom’s maiden name spelled backwards)
Etireugram Drahcnalb…wow, that’s hard to say.

8. PEACH STAR NAME: (middle name, street you grew up on)
Marguerite Shaughniss

9. SUPERHERO NAME: (“The”, your favorite color, the automobile you drive)
The Green Voyager!

Ahem, yes. So, today I ascertained that I do not, in fact, require a Master’s degree in English to get the career I want, and a Bachelor’s degree will actually be better! That’s simultaneously good, because it’s less money, and bad, because I like school. But mostly good. Also, I went on for kicks and looked up jobs in my area, and I found lots that I would actually love! That is tremendously encouraging.

I love trampolines! And apparently, so do wild foxes. Admit it, you’ve all wanted to rub your face on a trampoline like that, it feels so cool.

I finished re-reading Watership Down by Richard Adams yesterday. It was even better than I remembered! Such a good book. I know he also wrote The Plague Dogs and Shardik, so I want to check those out sometime too. At the moment I’m reading Specter of the Past, a Star Wars book, by Timothy Zahn. Boy, I love summer.

Yesterday Ed and I went to see Poseidon with a few friends. It was good, but not great. Cut for spoilers, just in case anyone cares.

Well, drat. Turns out New Zealand is not for sale after all. It was going to look so nice next to Madascar on the mantle, too.

See perigrine falcons on the FalconCam! The world amuses me so.

I have added this to my lifetime to-do list. Klaatu Barada Nikto! Incidentally, George Lucas paid homage to that old classic scifi film in Star Wars; there are species of beings by all three of those names in the saga. Random scifi trivia for you!

Congratulations, you have found the most random thing on the internet.

I started to say something else but forgot and ambled away.

This is our destiny calling,
We’re freaks.

Such productivity today! I finally, finally finished the Iliad, only to be thwarted of the satisfaction of Achilles’ death, because, duh, he dies in another epic poem (the Aithiopis, for those who are curious), not the Iliad. Oh well. I started up a book on Norse mythology which should prove very interesting.

Oh! Look at this! Does not happen often enough, so I had to take a picture of it. Archery was good today.

In addition to that, today Ed and I frolicked around the estate with a WD40 can and spritzed everything! It was good. And I went to the dump, and blasted U2 all the way there and back, which was fun as always. I also backed up every single file on poor Mini Jim, because he is rapidly deteriorating. It took 6 more cds, besides the 5 I already had, but everything is properly duplicated now. We took WAY too many pictures. Seriously, next semester, I’m imposing a limit or something. The thing is, it’s all so *good*. I couldn’t even bring myself to delete any. Clearly, everyone just needs to quit being so awesome. Is that so much to ask? Sheesh.

Oh, yeah, Mini Jim. Right now I have him sitting on a cooling rack with small ice packs stuck underneath the rack, and so far it seems to be working fairly well, however odd it may look.

I finally went through all my Campbell junk and figured out exactly how much they charged me (too much), how much they gave me in scholarships (not enough), and how much I have in student and parent loans (again, too much). It was actually not as bad as I feared, however, and I think all will be well. I just need to definitely keep working, hehe. It’s good to know where I stand, though.

I have so many huge projects this summer that I have yet to start, it’s a little pathetic. I should just do it and get going! They’re just…really huge. I have this story idea that’s partially written (well, 25 pages), and I want to do a whole series of books on it. Like 9 books or so. And I still have 22 languages to learn. Clearly, I need a time dilation device of some kind to accomplish all of this. Seriously though, I want to get so many stories written and so much linguistic stuff done this summer, and so many other fun things, my brain is going to explode.

I need new user pics…

It took until PAGE 373 before Achilles finally got his act together and joined the battle, and then he did a bunch of junk and fought a river (?!) and killed lots of dudes who were begging him for mercy. This guy is such a jerk! There is nothing excellent about “the excellent Achilles”. Anyway, he must be about ready to die, because I’m on page 430 or so out of 469. Also, I hate the gods. Imagine 4 year olds with semi-ultimate (can those words be used together?) power. Oo, wait, let me type that again…”I hate the gods”. Occasionally I think that just as I’m saying something like that, which by modern sentences is not radical, I will be transported back in time to whichever age would burn me at the stake/lynch/denounce me for saying that. Like all of a sudden, *poof*, I’m in the Roman Senate just as I’m saying, “I dunno, that Ceasar…the dude was not that bright.” Or I’ll be twirling around outside under a full moon and suddenly be transported to Salem in my Puritan’s garb with a bunch of town elders looking on in horror.

Oh, Staples! It turns out I am gainfully employed! I had a couple days of heave-duty training, and today was my first day at the register. Actually, at *any* register, except for that brief Backyard Burger debacle that shall not be spoken of. Anyway, it went very nicely, and I think they like me, and I think I’ll like the job, and I know I’ll like the paychecks, so all is quite well.

On a slightly less jubilant note, Mini Jim, my laptop, is dying. His fan keeps kicking into overdrive and every once in a while he just randomly shuts down with this horrible little gasp of exhaustion. I think I may be overworking him. But anyway, I’m backing up every conceivable file, link, etc. so that we can send him in to be serviced and I don’t have to worry about losing anything. Hallelujah for warranties!

Also not-so-gleeful, I’m having a crazy allergic reaction to something. I look somewhat like a red racoon…my eyes are all red and ITCHY SO ITCHY *claws at face*…So yes, not fun. I’m sure the customers are like, “…um, what’s wrong with her, and is it contagious?” This happened around the same time last year though, so I’m figuring it’s an allergy. I shall document this and watch carefully to see if it happens next year. I think I’m moving to Alaska.

Yay for summer free time, even if there’s still not enough of it! I’m making progress on my gargantuan music project! I’m all the way to the Br’s, starting with The Bravery on through to Bruce Springsteen. Music is indescribably incredible. Have you ever noticed the words indescribable and incredible are remarkably similar, if you just move a few letters around?

It’s like some really cheap horror movie! Only cool! Because it’s real!

Ok, this is only for those few Firefly fans who actually read this (what, 1 of you? 2?), but it’s some very cool fic. I have very mixed feelings about fanfic, but this is exceedingly, excruciatingly well done. At the end, at first you’re like “huh?” but then you get it and KAPOW. Anyway. Here it is. Only Browncoats need click.

If there was more, I’ve forgotten it and I’m tired and my feet are a little soreish from standing for over 8 hours. I always forget just how difficult that can be at the beginning of a job until you get all used to it again. One day I’ll get a job where I’m either sitting down or walking and then I will rejoice! But this will be good too.

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