Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Fun with search queeries

This is the last thing I write before I go play the Psych midterm game.

12 Sep, Wed, 11:30:19
offspring cut my life into pieces
Yep... they sure did. That's Poppa Roach! It's these idiots who mess up the titles and artists on download sites. To everyone who does that, fuck you and everything you stand for!!

13 Sep, Thu, 15:46:39
Google: "
Mel Gibson" "met him"
Who did Mell Gibson meet? Why was I not invited? How dare you search for Mell Gibson on my blog and don't invite me.

14 Sep, Fri, 01:36:04
tub shower curtain washing disabled
Are these people searching for all the disgusting foreigners in my building? The grammar is just about accurate.

14 Sep, Fri, 07:54:00
Yahoo: "
jay coming over"
Um... random?

13 Sep, Thu, 18:04:04
bob dylan i wish for just one time you can walk inside my shoe
My shoe is size 9.5. If you can get into that one shoe, feel free to walk around in it. I know what this person was trying for, but I'm really really tired, and this is really really amusing to me right now. I'm a throw on my shoe and get going.

Bob and Tom Care?

For whatever bizarre reason, someone has felt the need to play with the Bob and Tom web site. I don't know if this was to make it look pretty or I don't know. However, in making these changes, this has caused issues with accessibility on the web site now, and since I am a VIP member who still listens religiously and likes to download the shows, I found this really frustrating. So I emailed the people about it and told them my problem, and they asked me for my phone number, so they could call me and discuss the issues I had with the site. How cool is that! When they did end up dcalling me, I was away, but I will call them back really soon so we can get this figured out. This just demonstrates to me that the people at Premier Radio Networks actually give a shit about their customers. That makes me smile.

What's new?

Guess what's coming up? Thanksgiving! Yay! I can't believe midterms are already here. I don't understand how life moves so fast all the time. I feel like school just started. Now before I know it it will be time to sign up for ski hawks again. Looks like we'll have somewhat of a W Ross reunion this year. I'm excited about getting back on my slick new skis. Is it sad that sometimes I'll just go and touch them in my closet because I love them so much? Yes? Ok. That's what I thought.

I got one hell of a cold last week and I lived on popcorn and crystal lite for awhile, but that's what happens. That's what happens when you're a too sick... lazy Barby... I'm better now.

I'm on a Frank Zappa kick, although it's not as much as it was at the beginning of school. But it's good stuff. He's a genius. Writes bizarre lyrics, but a genius nonetheless. Hey, that's like a tripple compound word. Cool.

School is pretty exciting. I'm studying for my social psych midterm, and thanks Carin Ever since you mentioned that corelation does not equal causation, i'm now seeing/hearing it everywhere. It follows me

Our Italian prof really messed up her leg on the first Tuesday of class. I finally saw her for the first time yesterday since she had injured herself. I missed her tons. And my witchcraft prof was the first ever female reporter in Ottawa. I'm taught by a famous chick. She also wrote the encyclopedia of modern witchcraft. Wow!

All right all right. Back to studying for me. Eight thirty midterm means no sleeping now. So with that, I will leave you with something profound thta you can ponder at your leisure. Charles Darwin... man? Or... chair?

A sad yet fond farewell

In the almost two and a half years that I've been attending the University of Ottawa, there has been one man who has made a lot of people's lives sufficiently easier. Sure, we had issues with some things with him, but he was consistantly making sure things got done, and he's one of the few braillests now. Some of us knew him as Staletto Boy, some knew him as Mr. Crum. To most of us, he was just Ryan. He's leaving on Friday. I don't think any of us were aware of his upcoming departure. I know a few blind students at the University, including myself, who will be sad to see him go. I'm not sure if I really like the guy who's taking his position over, so here's hoping I get into Queen's next semester. I hope that, whatever he's doing after he leaves, he loves it. He will be missed.

Today's History Lesson

I've been up all night, studying for the first midterm of the year, and in taking a break, I figured I'd post this, which was sent to me by my aunt.

The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here
are some facts about the1500s:

Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell,
so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.

Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men,
then the women and finally the children. Last of all the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying,
Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water..

Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other
small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying
. It's raining cats and dogs.

There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house.. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up
your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.

The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor. The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery
in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you
opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a thresh hold.

(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)

In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot.
They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start
over the next day. Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge
in the pot nine days old..

Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a
sign of wealth that a man could, bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat..

Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death.
This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.

Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road
would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and
eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to
a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they
had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it
to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus, someone could be, saved by the
bell or was considered a ...dead ringer..

And that's the truth...Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !