Raving Amicks

Lol, Mason. I hereby declare you appellationally-challenged. Now you’ve made the posts look confusing. On the bright side, it will probably make me start fixing up this half-broken blog and start requiring titles for posts.

Hi Grandma! I see you’ve been directed to our online presence. If you’d like to post, let me know, and I’ll make you an account. I think you’ll find it easier to use than you would think, and I know we’d love to have you updating us with your east coast antics.

Thanks, Brady, for saying such nice things about the site. It’s kind of amazing that everyone has kept posting for so long, even though various parts of the site have slowly withered away with neglect. Did you know that there used to be a row of photos along the top of the front page? It looked great! It’s broken now, along with some other stuff. Oh and hey if you want an account to post stuff here, you can have one too. We like people.

I went and saw Transformers with Mindy and a few other friends (two who are visiting from Chicago). Mindy thought that the main character’s mom in the movie was just like our Mom. She’s the one in the middle in the photo (could you tell?).

There was a great scene where the main character was looking for something in his room and he didn’t want his parents finding out he had a bunch of giant robots wandering around the yard. His mom and dad are there at the door wondering what he’s up to and she asks if he was masturbating. So then the father and the son kinda start freaking out and she says:

Judy Witwicky: “We don’t have to call it that if it makes you uncomfortable. We can call it Sam’s Happy Time!”

Anyway, they did a pretty good job with the mom.

The GAP or Genocide Awarness Project graced us with their presence yesterday and today, showing off there giant pictures of aborted fetuses and pictures of mass genocides. Their idea of equating genocides like Rwanda and the Holocaust with abortion was horrible and many of the Western students and staff voiced their opinions. Adam and I gladly joined in protest with our fellow students including Black Jesus who provided a great distraction, carrying his cross around while making several seudo-biblical decrees. There were also many women showing their support. Kelsey, a good friend of Adam and mine passed out condoms encouraging protection as a way of lowering abortions.

The second day of protests lead to an attack against the oppositions’ graphic pictures consisting of paint and eggs. This was quickly followed by vigorous power washing of the area to prevent the paint from drying. Although I do not agree with this tactic of protest I would say that it was quite amusing.

In addition to this messy fiasco a funny thing happened to me today. I had just got off of work at five, and so I figured I’d go check if the GAP people were still in red square and I found there to be no one present at all. I proceeded to go on through red square when I spotted three people, easily recognized as Japanese exchange students leaning over the side of the fountain edge. I realized that one of them actually held the very sign that I had made for protesting which I had left to dry after it had fallen into the fountain. He proceeded use my sign to fish for something at the fountain edge as I looked on in disgust for I believed him to be quite ignorant when suddenly to my surprise pulled a soaking wet squirrel out of the water who had trapped herself (I later verified this) in the fountain. After the squirrel just lay there twitching and looking half conscious i decided to wrap her up in my jacket and hide her in some bushes nearby. I kept her in my lap for about a half hour rubbing her to warm up her body. She managed to get me and my jacket pretty wet and all the while was twitching like crazy from the cold but eventually stopped and got warmed up. Finally I let her go back in a semi-forested area where she kinda just crawled off my jacket, walked about a foot and curled back up. I went to dinner and came back to find that she was doing fine.

-Update-I’m sorry guys, I actually checked the area where I had left the squirrel and found that it didn’t survive the night.

As previously mentioned, a friend visited for the weekend and broke in our new futon frame. She also brought me lots of tasty Mexicans as a thank you gift. Well, to be honest, the tasties weren’t Mexican people as much as Mexican foodstuffs. My friend, being Mexican and having grown up in Mexico for part of her childhood, brought with her an interesting sampling of snacks she enjoyed as a child (and some that she still enjoys as an adult).

Having grown up in Whitey McWhiteville of Cow County, I have had little exposure to Mexican culture and proper Mexican food. And man, the stuff she brought sure is fun to sample.

Not only did she bring me the Mexican hot chocolate (Abuelita) of which I have recently become addicted, she also came bearing many more tasties. These included Pulparindos made from tamarind pulp with a hearty slathering of spicy chili powder, strange frosting packets of doom called Duvalins (with an accent somewhere in there), round wafer sandwiches with sweetened goat milk called Obleas, salted prunes straight from the devil’s anus, and some other stuff we have yet to try (the Barritas pina, and Bimbuneuelos—again, with accents somewhere in there).

We’ve broken into the Pulparindos and frosting packets of doom, as well as the nasty devil’s anus salt prunes. So far, I’ve been beating Tyler back from the Pulparindos. They not only seem to be his favorite of what we’ve tried, but they also make a great work snack for me. We both like the Obleas, but I find eating an entire wafer a bit much as sweetened goat milk is—well—very sweet and goaty. I can’t really describe it better than that without banging my head against a wall for a bit and then staring at a motionless keyboard for a bit more. The Duvalins are a okay for straight-up frosting packets of doom, and it’s somewhat amusing that the manufacturer included plastic “spoons” that would do better outfitting a doll house kitchen than feeding my gapping maw. As for the devil’s anus salt prunes…well, they earned that name for a reason. Let’s just say that one not-so-innocent little prune requires at least two glasses of water—if you’re lucky. And no amount of forewarning can prepare you of the nasty that is the devil’s anus salt prune.

Mindy and I got a new futon. It was expensive, but it’s really nice. I feel like a big yuppie. Eh, it’s worth it.

Mindy’s friend Minerva stayed over a couple nights. We had to scramble at the last second to get the futon before she got here, otherwise she would have had to sleep on the old metal abomination. Now we have all these phone books and textbooks with nothing to use them for. They no longer have any broken furniture to prop up. *sob*

This weekend Adam, stephanie, Carly, and I had fun making ginger bread houses together. We made a huge mess with all of the sprinkles and icing in our lounge but it was worth it!