What am I doing with a blog?

Awww…heck. I dunno.

Slouchy? February 27, 2007

Filed under: knitty — himbly @ 11:20 pm

Originally uploaded by himbly.

Yep yep yep yep…these are my new fingerless elbow-length gloves. Loving. Them.

Who asked for practicality? I’m doing my master’s in linguistics! What do I know about practical??

Check out on the next pic how my hand is in ‘game ready’ position.


or elbow length?

Filed under: knitty — himbly @ 11:18 pm

Originally uploaded by himbly.

Okay, haven’t figured out how to put more than one pic per post.


oh jesus crap

Filed under: dorky,misc,school — himbly @ 11:11 pm

Originally uploaded by himbly.

Yeah…I know. Actually, ~I~ didn’t need to see a pic of me, either, but I’m just in love with the camera I got working so there. Plus, I got my hair highlighted, too, bitches.

Long time no bloggity. Reading week was ~sans~ relaxation…only sickness, recovery and adrenaline when I realized my sickness had put me back a whole lot. Got what I needed to do done (not 100% pleased with some of my work…dang it) but managed to pull it all off without getting too badly scathed. Long week ahead of me, though…hella long week.

We got TV! I haven’t had cable for years ‘cept for awhile when I lived with eeners or dated guys with TV. Firstly, ummm….I’m not so certain cable’s worth it. I mean, I don’t want to give it up right away….hell, I could be wrong…but except cooking shows and a little show called:

The Flavor of Love

*cue angels*

Jesus H. OldSkoolHipHop….what is there to say? It stirs up so many emotions inside me.

oh…I’ve got to run. I’ll finish this later


I’m gonna try to tell this in a bloggity style… February 4, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — himbly @ 3:32 pm

…but it might not work. Bear with me.

As some of you know, my fave fave FAVE radio show is Wiretap (on CBC on Friday nights at 8:30 and Sunday afternoons at 1).

Today’s episode featured a friend of Jonathan’s calling up and immediately doing a poor ‘human beat box’ into the phone.

This is where it gets hard. Imagine doing “do da deet ta do da deet ta” rhythmically, without voicing, and using your lower lip against your teeth to filter into a ‘snare’ type sound.

[[-voice] alveolar + labio-dental with no vowels, for those in the know…and that was even a crappy description]

Anyway…this guy called Jonathan and did that and said, ‘you’ve got to help me! I’ve had this in my head for days now and I can’t name the song!’ Johnathan argued that without much more than that, it was almost impossible to tell the song. Almost…because I nailed it in the first 4 seconds.

It was Goody Two Shoes by Adam Ant. An album I bought when I was ten with my own money. The first cassette I bought with my allowance ever. I used to build forts in the spare room and listen to it on one of those crappy, one speaker tape deck things.

I still have it. I bought it on CD a few years ago. I also have Adam Ant’s first album. On vinyl and CD.

I called my father immediately after the show stopped and the first thing I said was, ‘I knew that song the second he started’…my dad and I laughed as we recounted the show. I told my dad, through our conversation, about me buying the tape and playing in my fort listening to it and knowing all the words and still owning it to this days…he laughed about how funny the show was, different jokes we were telling…you know. I thought.

Dad…and he was laughing the type of laugh that I know he’s wiping tears from his eyes…caught his breath in between bouts of hysterics and said, ‘….and you’re not even embarrassed to tell me you listen to that crap….’…and fell back into laughing so hard all I could hear was snorts and wheezing.


Because I don’t have skinny legs

Filed under: Uncategorized — himbly @ 12:14 pm

I really wish I could join the skinny pants thing. Seriously.

Because if I could, then I could tuck my pants into my boots the way I’ve wanted to for millions of years. Probably my past lives.

In response, however, I have taken to tucking my pants into my boots, and then only doing my boots halfway up so that it looks like I just pulled them on to trek out wherever. ‘Cause that’s actually what I’m doing…pulling them on to trek out to wherever.

I’m hoping this look will catch on.

Oh…quick story:

The other day I was on the C-train and one of those emo kids..is that what they call them? Like goth for the new millenium? Anyway, she sat down across from me and wistfully looked ahead with her big doe eyes. Another emo kid (ugh…ear plugs…gross) crossed the train just to hang out nervously by her. He CLEARLY wanted to talk to her, but couldn’t gather the courage. He would stare at her and pace. Sit in the seat across the AISLE (eff you, Joe) from her and glance over at her a zillion times. Once he even stood behind her (by the door) and sat on the (dirty dirty) floor while thumbing through his (already in hand) journal.

It was really funny. I kept trying to catch her eye so that I could (with my eyes) direct her attention to him. However, she kept catching the first part of that plan and probably thinks I’m some weird older gay stalker.

I bet he writes a poem about it.


Just ’cause I don’t want to lose this one February 3, 2007

Filed under: Uncategorized — himbly @ 12:03 pm

This got me through high school chemistry

Filed under: Uncategorized — himbly @ 11:56 am