My weekend was eh

So, last weekend I had a 'I am blah' moment. Friday featured the discovery that any time I eat something fried at Friendly's, I am going to be laid up for several hours afterward while my intestinal tract complains. Which is good for the diet in that fried things are not my friends, but kind of sad. Friendly's holds a special place in my heart, slightly-above-fast-food-chain place that it is. Mostly because it was one of maybe three places we had to go back to when visiting the East Coast because we all missed the restaurants that much. (The other two are Papa Gino's, a New England pizza chain*, and Dunkin Donuts, which my mother still swears makes the best corn muffins in the world). They still do darn good ice cream, IMO. Not as good as Cornell Dairy or Purity, but good for a chain that doesn't make their ice cream on the spot.

* We once carried several slices of cold Papa Gino's pizza in an insulated lunch bag on the plane to my sister because she was stuck in Nebraska that summer.

Anyway, after 'Rebecca's colon revolts', Saturday was Darwin Day at the Museum of the Earth. Which meant I spent five hours on my feet, talking about comets and the origin of life, and occasionally fielding questions about astronomers and trying to keep kids from touching the dry ice. The comet demos worked really well, in that the comets we made looked like comets -- though they also looked a bit like the piles of exhaust-coated snow on the sides of the road*. They'd also melt and leave behind little dark puddles, which is very comet-like. (Okay, so a comet would leave drier piles, what with it being space and all.) A bit of excitement in that a kid fainted during our first demo and we had to call 911 -- he seemed fine, but it was probably nerve-racking for the parent.

* Take out the dry ice and the ammonia and that's probably pretty close to what we were making, except we used corn syrup for our 'assorted carbon molecules'.

Anyway, by the end of that, my feet were killing me and I slept through the first half of anime club. Sunday was just a blah day when I didn't do much, and Monday featured the first headache I've had in a while that couldn't be whipped into submission with Tylenol and a nap.

But, today was great.

My weekend was eh

So, last weekend I had a 'I am blah' moment. Friday featured the discovery that any time I eat something fried at Friendly's, I am going to be laid up for several hours afterward while my intestinal tract complains. Which is good for the diet in that fried things are not my friends, but kind of sad. Friendly's holds a special place in my heart, slightly-above-fast-food-chain place that it is. Mostly because it was one of maybe three places we had to go back to when visiting the East Coast because we all missed the restaurants that much. (The other two are Papa Gino's, a New England pizza chain*, and Dunkin Donuts, which my mother still swears makes the best corn muffins in the world). They still do darn good ice cream, IMO. Not as good as Cornell Dairy or Purity, but good for a chain that doesn't make their ice cream on the spot.

* We once carried several slices of cold Papa Gino's pizza in an insulated lunch bag on the plane to my sister because she was stuck in Nebraska that summer.

Anyway, after 'Rebecca's colon revolts', Saturday was Darwin Day at the Museum of the Earth. Which meant I spent five hours on my feet, talking about comets and the origin of life, and occasionally fielding questions about astronomers and trying to keep kids from touching the dry ice. The comet demos worked really well, in that the comets we made looked like comets -- though they also looked a bit like the piles of exhaust-coated snow on the sides of the road*. They'd also melt and leave behind little dark puddles, which is very comet-like. (Okay, so a comet would leave drier piles, what with it being space and all.) A bit of excitement in that a kid fainted during our first demo and we had to call 911 -- he seemed fine, but it was probably nerve-racking for the parent.

* Take out the dry ice and the ammonia and that's probably pretty close to what we were making, except we used corn syrup for our 'assorted carbon molecules'.

Anyway, by the end of that, my feet were killing me and I slept through the first half of anime club. Sunday was just a blah day when I didn't do much, and Monday featured the first headache I've had in a while that couldn't be whipped into submission with Tylenol and a nap.

But, today was great.

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A friend of mine is on the board for Cornell's Women's Resource Center. She's involved with staging a production of The Vagina Monologues. To steal Wikipedia's description:

The Vagina Monologues is made up of a varying number of monologues read by a varying number of women (initially, Eve Ensler performed every monologue herself, with subsequent performances featuring three actresses, and more recent versions featuring a different actress for every role). Every monologue somehow relates to the vagina, be it through sex, love, rape, menstruation, mutilation, masturbation, birth, orgasm, the variety of names for the vagina, or simply as a physical aspect of the body. A recurring theme throughout the piece is the vagina as a tool of female empowerment, and the ultimate embodiment of individuality.

Normally, around this time of year, women's centers put on performances of The Vagina Monologues to benefit anti-violence organizations. The WRC had planned three performances, two at a student center on North Campus, and one at Sage Chapel, a chapel on campus where the university hosts a lot of speakers.

Well, I should say were going to have one at Sage, except the Cornell United Relgious Work office backed out of the agreement. The performance was rescheduled, but the WRC was only able to get a space with half the capacity. Considering the performance usually sells out and that it's done for charity, that's a shame.

Color Me Annoyed

A friend of mine is on the board for Cornell's Women's Resource Center. She's involved with staging a production of The Vagina Monologues. To steal Wikipedia's description:

The Vagina Monologues is made up of a varying number of monologues read by a varying number of women (initially, Eve Ensler performed every monologue herself, with subsequent performances featuring three actresses, and more recent versions featuring a different actress for every role). Every monologue somehow relates to the vagina, be it through sex, love, rape, menstruation, mutilation, masturbation, birth, orgasm, the variety of names for the vagina, or simply as a physical aspect of the body. A recurring theme throughout the piece is the vagina as a tool of female empowerment, and the ultimate embodiment of individuality.

Normally, around this time of year, women's centers put on performances of The Vagina Monologues to benefit anti-violence organizations. The WRC had planned three performances, two at a student center on North Campus, and one at Sage Chapel, a chapel on campus where the university hosts a lot of speakers.

Well, I should say were going to have one at Sage, except the Cornell United Relgious Work office backed out of the agreement. The performance was rescheduled, but the WRC was only able to get a space with half the capacity. Considering the performance usually sells out and that it's done for charity, that's a shame.

Art Request #1

So, remember the art request meme? I'm making progress! Here's 1 of 4.


Request: Zelgadis and Filia for dqbunny

Art Request #1

So, remember the art request meme? I'm making progress! Here's 1 of 4.


Request: Zelgadis and Filia for dqbunny