I watched Princess Mononoke yesterday with Justin, and now I can’t get the idea of little kodama out of my head. They’re the bone-rattling spirits that are proof the forest is healthy. They kind of look like creepy ghoul-cherubs, but their antics are endearing.
Like so.
ps –
I love that film.
I think I am gettng too old to procrastinate. Stayign up all night typing i sno lonmger as fun as it used to be. But I am finished with 49 minutes to spare. Although I thin some of this is crap…. still, 5 lbs of shit with 20 lbs of ice cream… it couldbe alright.
How id your essay go?
-caellum
Your typing has improved with your sleeplessness.
*smooch*
Um… good work? Good work!
You should go have a nap, eeemediately! Unless you haven’t walked your paper to the department yet. In which case, do that first. Right away! Because staying up all night and then passing out before handing work in is a truly sad feat.
My essay went fine, thank you for asking. I mailed it in to my Prof. on Friday, then gave myself the weekend off. Now I have to crack down on the final Old English paper and appeal to the academic board and voila! “Pipes, Hons. B.A., M.A.”
ps – You’re never too old to procrastinate!
*hugs* *pets head*
Don’t let people forget that you went to a real school: Pipes, Hon. B.A. (Toronto), M.A. (Toronto).
Speaking of “Pipes, Hons. B.A. (Toronto), M.A. (Toronto)”—where did the name “pipesdreams” come from, anyway?
Are we keeping score? “Bastion, B.S., M.S., MBA”…PhD candidate….. 🙂
Which of us will reach tenured professor first? Tune in next decade on “North American Academic Idol!”… and Paula Abdul will fucking cry, she always does…. even I know that and I dont watch the show!
-caellum
I got the nickname “Pipes” when I was working as the Residence Coordinator at University College.
All the Residence Dons got nicknames as a bonding exercise at training camp, and I complained that I never got one because I had to stay in the office and do all their goddamn paperwork.
So, one night during an evening walk to the bar, we took a wrong turn through Trinity College, and I had to climb over a fence to get back to res. My climbing skills were effective despite my spindly arms, so I was given the nickname “Pipes” by one of my favorite Dons, Cap’n Matty-O of Barrie fame, for my not-so-bulging yet ultra-functional biceps (this was when I was still going to the gym semi-often).
For about a year I got called Pipes every day by the people I worked with: Matt, Jameel, Amanda P., Marc S., Jonathan P., the Dean… so the name stuck.
When it came time to start a new journal after my old Diaryland one using my real name came to an abrupt end, I decided to use the only nickname I’ve ever had. Since these are my dreams, and the two words together also make a nice pun on unattainable goals – which I often set for myself – I chose “pipesdreams” as my moniker.