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I’m always pleasant surprised when it turns out there’s a word or phrase already in existence for something like this that would normally take far too long to describe with the typical set of vocabulary words.

Check out The Saga of the Lemon Poppyseed Cake, a hilarious blogpost by friend Anne Elisabeth Stengl, who also just so happens to be a published fantasy writer. Yeah, my friends really ARE that cool.

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I don’t really know what happened to April. If someone finds out, inform me. It seems to have vanished in a hectic blur of excellent times with friends, sleep deprivation, and work; all in all, I guess there are worse ways to lose a month.

I dreamed the other night that my friends and I came to a marble wall, and everyone was allowed to shoot a pebble at it. Over hundreds of years, the pebble dents had spelled out a message: “The return in fourteen years.” I love it when my subconscious is cryptic. Of course, the next dream that evening included me going to a theater production about Lord of the Rings fonts (yup) with my grumpy coworker, so maybe I hope neither one is prophetic.

What a delightful little blog…
5 Myths About the “Information Age”. “More books are produced in print each year than in the previous year. One million new titles will appear worldwide in 2011. In one day in Britain—”Super Thursday,” last October 1—800 new works were published.” *cheers*

A new episode of Doctor Who is on today, so catch up first with Doctor Who: 47 Years in Six Minutes and a tribute to Elisabeth Sladen.

We had some excitement the other day when tornadoes whipped through the area. Very few people were as chill about it as this dude.
Human flight. Sign me up.
8 Movie Special Effects You Won’t Believe Aren’t CGI.
70 Photos That Will Take Your Breath Away.
Goat stampede.
Historic Disney princesses. :/

Eventful times! Last weekend was packed with magnificence. On Friday I headed back to CU to see a friend’s senior recital, which was superb. We hung out afterwards, running into old friends and professors, then hightailing it out to the golf course to run around like maniacs just like old times. On Saturday Sam and I had our first party at the new apartment, and a grand time was had by all, I do believe. On Sunday, an intrepid small band of us braved the Raleigh renaissance fair, which was exceedingly anticlimactic in itself, but we still had a lovely time since we were all there together. Got to watch some sword fighting and some dudes throwing telephone poles, so that was fun.

I had to pause halfway through this entry to run downstairs and hide from a tornado. Rest assured, I am alive!

New rule: no coffee past 10pm. Make a note of it. I spent the night too tired to sleep, and I think I already need a nap. All in all, however, it was more than worth some tossing and turning in exchange driving down to Winston-Salem to see fantastic friends.

Quiet week for the internets.

You seem to have stumbled upon a storytelling of ravens. Watch for falling collective nouns; you may find a wing of dragons or a charm of hummingbirds caught in your hair. Hardhats are recommended.

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Stephanie Ricker's book recommendations, liked quotes, book clubs, book trivia, book lists (read shelf)

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