noctilucence
Dec. 25th, 2014 05:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yamamanama85 days until the Vernal Equinox
I say this every year: the problem with the holidays is that they're all shoved at the beginning of winter. Halloween happens when it's still relatively nice, Thanksgiving comes when the weather starts to suck, Christmas and New Years all come at the beginning of winter and then we have three months of lousy Smarch weather.
This all happened on the 24th but I didn't post it because I'm a mess. Not the kind of mess I was on the 22nd but a disorganized mess who writes things like "jsut" and spells like with a j.
I learned yesterday that the north pole has no official time zone. It's one of those thoughts you never actually have.
Emily's phone said that she needed to input a city. It's funny because there's a proper answer to this question. It's at the axis of rotation, day and night are each 6 months long. You'd think they'd have adopted a standard, but since nobody lives there, explorers usually just use their own time zone or the time zone they set off from or the time zones of the people they're communicating with.
I did not know The Santa Clause was part of a trilogy. I also barely remember the movie. The sequel's confusing as fuck because everyone is so loud and there were ads every five minutes. I guess there's a robot santa. The elves build him to keep things running though they've never watched Futurama so they don't know what kind of trouble a robot santa can cause. And someone was singing a parody of Man, I Feel Like A Woman that reminded me of Linda singing about Christmas Magic.
Samantha quoted someone who believed that marriage should no longer be a thing and people should just fuck each other.
Emily couldn't determine why coal in the stocking became the standard present for bad children or why people would waste coal like that back in those days.
Julia told me about a bunch of artists. One draws people in magazines; I think her name is Katherine Bernhardt. The others are Luc Tuymans, Matthias Wiescher, Dexter Dalwood, Jennie Saville, Dubuffett, and Willie Stewart.
She told me about Goya and Manet's depictions of the death of Maximilian and Napoleon III's intervention in Mexico. I actually brought that one up here in this livejournal because it was a pre-impressionistic piece set amongst neo-classical paintings.
Julia likes the quicker sketches and the ones where I leave more negative space and how androgynous they look.
Rachel asked if I wanted ants because that's how you get ants when I was eating chips and had them on the table. She gets it.
Rachel sang to my dog about how he wasn't getting our food.
Rachel says Sophie gets jealous of Oreo whenever someone mentions Oreo's name. She's like "what? You're paying attention to THAT?"
Rachel got Lauren bubble wrap for Christmas once and she was super-excited. Lauren was 17 at the time. You're never too old to play with bubble wrap.
Emily said musicals have to be justified, not just with conversations that lead into song. Bob's Burgers, not High School Musical, in other words.
Emily thinks her father and our uncle look like robots when they're talking to each other and going through hand motions.
Rachel says she doesn't have the eye for colors I do.
We Three Kings gets really morbid in the later verses.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
See? Myrrh (a resin) and natron (a mixture of sodium compounds), were used in the preparation of mummies. Myrrh can do other things, mostly medicinal. In fact, it might inhibit certain cancer cell growth. It's used in rituals and mixed with tempera paints, but that's probably because of the magus who brought it, and not the other way around.
Which brings me to Emily thought it was hilarious when, on Family Feud, the top answer for "things I want to be buried with" is pets.
Egyptians did that.
Emily just wants to be buried in her pajamas with a blanket.
I want to be buried with a very loud noisemaker.
burning question: Seriously, who gets mad about women with pixie cuts?
I say this every year: the problem with the holidays is that they're all shoved at the beginning of winter. Halloween happens when it's still relatively nice, Thanksgiving comes when the weather starts to suck, Christmas and New Years all come at the beginning of winter and then we have three months of lousy Smarch weather.
This all happened on the 24th but I didn't post it because I'm a mess. Not the kind of mess I was on the 22nd but a disorganized mess who writes things like "jsut" and spells like with a j.
I learned yesterday that the north pole has no official time zone. It's one of those thoughts you never actually have.
Emily's phone said that she needed to input a city. It's funny because there's a proper answer to this question. It's at the axis of rotation, day and night are each 6 months long. You'd think they'd have adopted a standard, but since nobody lives there, explorers usually just use their own time zone or the time zone they set off from or the time zones of the people they're communicating with.
I did not know The Santa Clause was part of a trilogy. I also barely remember the movie. The sequel's confusing as fuck because everyone is so loud and there were ads every five minutes. I guess there's a robot santa. The elves build him to keep things running though they've never watched Futurama so they don't know what kind of trouble a robot santa can cause. And someone was singing a parody of Man, I Feel Like A Woman that reminded me of Linda singing about Christmas Magic.
Samantha quoted someone who believed that marriage should no longer be a thing and people should just fuck each other.
Emily couldn't determine why coal in the stocking became the standard present for bad children or why people would waste coal like that back in those days.
Julia told me about a bunch of artists. One draws people in magazines; I think her name is Katherine Bernhardt. The others are Luc Tuymans, Matthias Wiescher, Dexter Dalwood, Jennie Saville, Dubuffett, and Willie Stewart.
She told me about Goya and Manet's depictions of the death of Maximilian and Napoleon III's intervention in Mexico. I actually brought that one up here in this livejournal because it was a pre-impressionistic piece set amongst neo-classical paintings.
Julia likes the quicker sketches and the ones where I leave more negative space and how androgynous they look.
Rachel asked if I wanted ants because that's how you get ants when I was eating chips and had them on the table. She gets it.
Rachel sang to my dog about how he wasn't getting our food.
Rachel says Sophie gets jealous of Oreo whenever someone mentions Oreo's name. She's like "what? You're paying attention to THAT?"
Rachel got Lauren bubble wrap for Christmas once and she was super-excited. Lauren was 17 at the time. You're never too old to play with bubble wrap.
Emily said musicals have to be justified, not just with conversations that lead into song. Bob's Burgers, not High School Musical, in other words.
Emily thinks her father and our uncle look like robots when they're talking to each other and going through hand motions.
Rachel says she doesn't have the eye for colors I do.
We Three Kings gets really morbid in the later verses.
Myrrh is mine, its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;
Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Sealed in the stone cold tomb.
See? Myrrh (a resin) and natron (a mixture of sodium compounds), were used in the preparation of mummies. Myrrh can do other things, mostly medicinal. In fact, it might inhibit certain cancer cell growth. It's used in rituals and mixed with tempera paints, but that's probably because of the magus who brought it, and not the other way around.
Which brings me to Emily thought it was hilarious when, on Family Feud, the top answer for "things I want to be buried with" is pets.
Egyptians did that.
Emily just wants to be buried in her pajamas with a blanket.
I want to be buried with a very loud noisemaker.
burning question: Seriously, who gets mad about women with pixie cuts?
