Moxy Früvous
Great Big Sea
Carbon Leaf
Star Wars


"Now, my good man, this is no time for making enemies."
-- Voltaire on his deathbed, when asked by a priest to renounce Satan

"This is what civilization should look like."
-- Ralph Nader on Powell's Book Store

"That many people taking an interest is scary. The Internet is a scary thing. I'm a complete technophobe, which is why I don't have e-mail."
-- Orlando Bloom on his 'Net popularity

"Close only counts with horseshoes and hand granades."
-- Anonymous

:: Horses with Coconut Hooves ::
:: 04:51:44 PM ::
:: Tuesday, February 25, 2003 ::

Did I mention I saw "Man of La Mancha" on Sunday? It was lots of fun. I dressed up a little and went out with a bunch of Boss and McGill folks out to the O'Reilly theater in downtown.

The group rate tickets were nice and cheap ($12), and our seats weren't bad. The set for the show was freakishly cool; very jail-like, with this awesome set of stairs that lowered and raised from the ceiling.

Overall, the actors were very good, and I enjoyed myself greatly.

Currently, I'm snacking on food items in my room, even though I'm not hungry. I have no self-control...

:: SafeBirthday ::
:: 11:34:59 PM ::
:: Monday, February 24, 2003 ::

*sings off-key*

Happy birthday to Jane, happy (belated) birthday to Jane. Happy Birth. Day. Tooooo. Jaaaaaaaaa-ane. Happy (belated) birthday, to you.

Turned in ye Olde Kafka essay today. That means I have only 2 more to go before I'm free of him...*whimper*

I sit, tired and avoiding work, in the Morewood lounge awaiting phone calls. But no body loves me...

:: The Jane and I ::
:: 09:19:57 AM ::
:: Sunday, February 23, 2003 ::

eating people

what's YOUR deepest secret?
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Jane and I should start our own tribe of cannibals.

:: Wolf ::
:: 09:09:32 AM ::
:: Sunday, February 23, 2003 ::

Should be working on my paper. Instead, there is Quizilla.


What Is Your Animal Personality?
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You're A Villian! You evil person, you. You have a dark side to you.
Your destiny is world destruction/domination.
Just so long as those pesky heros stay out of
your way.

What Type Of Anime Character Are You?
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More with the sweetness.


What's Your Personality Type?
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Hm. Probably accurate.

You are burning
You are burning

What Self-Mutilation Are You?
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"What Self-Mutilation Are You?" Who could resist such a quiz title?

You are Bavarian
You are a Bavarian.

What's your Inner European?
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Well then. At least I get pretty liederhosen...

very fucked.

what fucked version of hello kittie are you?
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If only this Hello Kitty actually existed! She's...she' She's the DEATH hellow kitty. I LOVE HER!

What's to be learned from all this, kiddies? Ah, yes. If you want to do work on your computer, remove your LAN cable first. And disable your wireless card, just to be safe (if you have a laptop).

:: Drink me! ::
:: 06:52:01 PM ::
:: Saturday, February 22, 2003 ::

You're a Gimlet!  That's gin and lime juice.  You're generally pretty traditional but you do like a bit of Thai food.  You're most likely to be found in the corner of your local pub%2
""Which cocktail are you?""

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:: Worhog ::
:: 06:45:12 PM ::
:: Saturday, February 22, 2003 ::

Went to the Andy Worhol Museum today. Oddly enough, I've been in Pittsburgh for a semester and a half, and I still haven't seen all the sights.

Museum wasn't bad. Worhol was a screwed-up soul...but then again, aren't we all?

:: Baltimorons ::
:: 06:31:47 PM ::
:: Thursday, February 20, 2003 ::

So. I had an interesting weekend, so I shall Blog.

Short Version You don't really love me, do you?: I went to an IAESTE national conference on Thursday evening. Had lots and lots o' fun on Friday and Saturday, then attempted to return home on Sunday. Could not do so due to the insane amounts of snow. Finally arrived back at CMU on Tuesday at noon.

Long Version: (You asked for it...please excuse the random changes from past to present tense; I'm tired)
Day 1: Thursday
Left around 4pm, with Jimmy (IAESTE CMU president), Cara and Clea (roommates, fellow IAESTE members, whom I knew only by sight). Jimmy took us all in his pretty passenger BMW. We got to know each other a bit in the 4 hour drive from Pittsburgh to Baltimore.

Cara is from Baltimore, so she and Clea decided to stay at her house (20 min from downtown), while Jimmy and I stayed at the Holiday Inn, Inner Harbor. There was much changing of plans and miscommunication before the trip, so I wound up with a double room all to myself, and didn't have to pay for it. It even had HBO!

Cara and Clea dispersed to Cara's house after we arrived, then Jimmy and I eventually went out to dinner at the Cheesecake Factory (~11pm) and had Tex Mex eggrolls (surprisingly yummy).

Day 2: Friday
The first real day of conferency goodness. I arrived at breakfast (there were catered meals all throughout the conference...nice change from CMU fare) dressed in a T-shirt and jeans. Everyone else is in business suits, or at least nice slacks. Oops. Just showing off my Pacific Northwesterly-ness, I guess... we don't really dress up.

There were several "sessions" throughout the day, and much social interaction with the representatives from other schools (I got to know some very nice people from around the country). I learned about the mechanics of IAESTE; how to run good meetings, how to get members, etc.

Dinner was at the Babe Ruth Museum (did you know he was born in Baltimore). There was much fun to be had, with a "Misspelling Bee" (IAESTE made these globes with their name on it, but they arrived with a plethora of errors--"New Delbi, India", "Portland, Washington" and "Bertin, Germany" to name a few--so we had a contest to see which school could find the most) and an "IAESTE United States Song Contest" (there's an international song, but we needed our own).

Day 3: Saturday
Breakfast again. I only had one pair of slacks, and I knew there was going to be a banquet I'd need those for, so I didn't bother to dress up. Put on a slightly better t-shirt, though.

More sessions of fun, lunch (with cake!), and socialization.

Afternoon spent with Clea and Cara and Jimmy, wandering around the Inner Harbor (which, for those of you not In The Know, is a shopping mall/museumish area right off the water of the harbor).

Dinner was the banquet, which was fun. I got a bit dressed up, and got to try out my new beaded necklace (going-to-college present from Mum). Good food, pleasant company. Warnings of a snow storm, which I mostly ignored. Being "from" Pittsburgh, I'm very used to people Just Dealing with snow.

Day 3: Sunday
Jimmy and I get up, notice the 12" of snow outside, and are a bit concerned. We intend to head out to Cara's house, to pick Clea and Cara up on our way back to Pittsburgh, but decide to give some poor snowed-in girls from Rice a ride to the train station, since all buses and light rail were closed.

It was an interesting trip. It takes us at least half an hour to go the ~10-15 blocks to the train station; we get stuck once, and have to push the car out of a snow bank. Real-wheel drive, even on a nice BMW with snow tires, is Not Fun in snow.

It takes another hour and half to drive to Cara's (something that normally takes 20 min). We fishtail/almost get stuck a few times along the way. The "emergency snow route" isn't plowed, and looks more treacherous than the regular route, so we avoid it. I have to get out and scrape off the ice/snow from the car a few times.

With effort, Jimmy manages to get the car about a foot in to Cara's driveway. By this point, the snow is high enough that I have to push it out of the way to get the door open. Jimmy and I "run" inside (it was more like a gallop, with our knees high to be able to move through the snow), meet Cara's family, and settle in. It's clear we're not going anywhere for a while.

The rest of the day was spent being very lazy in the living room, around the fire. We brought out the laptops, did some homework for a while, etc. Cara's dad, Tony, is one of those people who can't be idle for long, so he started whipping up a wonderful home-cooked dinner, with lots of food. Very yummy. We went for a walk just before dinner; the snow was about 1.5 feet deep on average, with 3 - 4 drifts. We went for a walk in the forest, and promptly soaked through our pants. We had to walk home with frozen legs (and frozen everything else)...good times were had by all.

Cara, Clea and I were very happy to live past 10:30 (exactly 1 week after we watched "The Ring").

We tried to watch "Shrek," but fell asleep half-way through. I slept on the couch in the basement.

Day 4: Monday
After finding out--much to our surprise--that school was cancelled (yay!), we shovelled out the driveway. We did it in record time (even excavating both the family van and Jimmy's BMW), and it actually wound up being kind of fun.

We estimated that we hauled out about 3000 cubic feet of snow; no small feat.

At about 6pm, the plow got to Cara's street. Tony and Jimmy headed out to check and see if the interstate was cleared. After a positive report, we decided to push on, and left by 6:45 or so.

We got stuck in Breezewood, PA, about half-way back to Pittsburgh. By "stuck" I mean it took us until 10 or 11 before we got to Breezewood, and it only should have taken us 2 hours. By our reckoning, we wouldn't have gotten back to Pittsburgh until 3 or 4 am, Jimmy was already tired, and the snow was making visibility difficult and the roads slushy. So, we stopped at a Breezewood Holiday Inn for the night.

Day 5: Tuesday
One more non-CMU breakfast later, we were back on the (much improved) roads. We got back to campus at around noon (only an hour or so longer than it should have taken us), and I ran to my 12:30 class. I got back in to the rhythm of CMU.

That's all, folks. I gotta study for that pesky calc exam now...I think I've procrastinated long enough.

:: Oreo ::
:: 04:13:50 PM ::
:: Thursday, February 20, 2003 ::

Jones Soda makes a vanilla cola.

The CMU grab 'n' go has this product.

I have died and gone to heaven.

:: Kommunity ::
:: 04:16:49 PM ::
:: Wednesday, February 12, 2003 ::

I've joined a commune.

:: Sweet, Sweet Drugs ::
:: 10:54:50 AM ::
:: Wednesday, February 12, 2003 ::

Caffeine is God's gift to mankind (or at least those of us who generally try to stay legal in our activites).

I think Pittsburgh's idea to stimulate the economy is to buy massive amounts of salt. Why? Because, when I look out my window onto the street, I see that the whiteness down there is not, in fact, snow. It is salt. When you come inside after walking around for a while, you notice that your shoes and pantlegs are wet. The snow eventually melts off, but you still have a white, crusty mess where the wetness was.

It's hell on my wardrobe ;)

You Are A Zeppo

Which Buffy archetype are you?
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*whines* Why do I have to be Xander?

Oh well. At least I have witty comebacks! And I get to save the world.

More quizzly fun:

Which Rock Chick Are You?

*immediately looks up this woman*

:: Done! ::
:: 02:10:35 AM ::
:: Wednesday, February 12, 2003 ::

Booyah! I just finished my Kafka essay. It was harder than I expected (I think my English skills were a bit atrophied), and I'm still not happy with it, but it's DONE!

...or, at least, the first draft is done. It only took until 2am. Writing the essay went against a lot of IB instincts: the purpose of the essay was to summarize, and IB is always very strict about NOT doing that. Odd sensation, to have my past training warring with my current training.

*glares at her friends' sleep-related away messages*

I have class at 8:30. *mutter mutter*

Have some Cibo Matto lyrics!

16 years ago, one day,
I was walking down the street
I was cruising in Brooklyn
You know what I mean?

Something was cooking,
but wasn't yet a chicken.

There was a man,
Selling chicks in a box.
He said, "2 for 1, but 3 for 2."
I said, "That's not bad,
Here's money for you."
One was magenta,

The other was blue.

I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken
You got to know your chicken
I know my chicken

:: Marginal ::
:: 11:26:35 PM ::
:: Tuesday, February 11, 2003 ::

Made some minor changes to the look of the page. Margins were removed. Just thought you should know, in case you were confused, or cared, or...something...

:: The Last One Pitas-ing ::
:: 11:15:36 PM ::
:: Tuesday, February 11, 2003 ::

You're welcome, Ben. I'm glad with both have gender issues. :)

Well. It seems I'm the last hold out of Pitas-dom. Everyone else has themselves a Livejournal.

BAH! I mock you, LJ...people... You're a clique!

But being on Pitas and not LJ does not prevent me from taking every single poll you guys do. ;)

Congratulations! You're Merry!

Which Lord of the Rings character and personality problem are you?
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I was amused by other possible answers to this quiz, especially the Faramir option (since there's a sublte jab at movie-Faramir for being NOTHING LIKE book-Faramir).

Anyway. I'm off to handle more gender issues. Only in a literary fashion. Silly me for not getting a 7 on that pesky IB exam.

:: More Procrastination! ::
:: 06:48:59 PM ::
:: Monday, February 10, 2003 ::

That's right, kiddies. More procrastination through bloggage!

Well. I'm still a guy (according to, a test I took a few months ago). As a matter of fact, my guy-ness has increased from 80% to 86%.


Should I be concerned?

:: Songly ::
:: 06:29:12 PM ::
:: Monday, February 10, 2003 ::

Downloaded some lovely new songs. Enjoying them now as I'm (sort of) doing homework.

A few choice quotes/lyrics:

You know, the lassies have got to appreciate a man who can blow, finger and squeeze all at the same time.
- Seven Nations (...about bagpiping, of course)

What you get
Is what you see
It's a trickle-down theory
And it's coming to me


Drip, drip, drip
Goes the water
Take me in
Throw me out
Put me up
Let me down

- Chumbawamba "Drip, Drip, Drip"

Test your might

- Mortal Combat Theme (remix)

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours ago...
I wanna be sedated
Nothin' to do
Nowhere to go
I wanna be sedated

- The Ramones "I Wanna Be Sedated" (aka "The IB Theme")

Siren song, draw the ships
Orchastrate the eclipse
Of this amateur

- Carbon Leaf "Follow the Lady"

A: "If I were you, I'd run."
B: "If you were me, you'd be good lookin'."

- Red Elvises (from "Six-String Samuri")

:: Pass the K-Y ::
:: 10:35 a.m. ::
:: Monday, February 10, 2003 ::

Hallo again, dear reader. Been a while, hm?

I'd say, tenatively, that I'm pretty good at basic physics. My major fault lies in multiple choice questions (as in the Physics SAT II). But, when it comes to problem-solving, I'm generally not too shabby.

Which was why I was a bit surprised by the ASS RAPING of today's physics test. I'VE TAKEN THIS CLASS BEFORE and I still bombed. I can't remember the last time I saw more weak, "I have just been sodomized" smiles in one place. I shall now pray to the gods to indicate to my professor that he wants to curve scores. Or just raise them all by a couple letter grades. Yes, he really does.

I'm in for a crapload of work this week, and I have no particular interest to do any of it. Ah, the life of Saje.

New stuff of interest: check out Jane's blog. Lookie! I have a class schedule. And Carbon Leaf is cool.

Winter break was nice. Got to go home and see People again.

It's snowing in Pittsburgh at the moment. It keeps doing that. There's been snow on the ground ever since I got back to CMU (about a month ago), except for a few hours last Monday (the snow was back in full force, however, by the end of the day). This weather is apparently unusual for the area. I don't mind it, overall, except for the excessive amounts of salt that they lather all over the streets, and the slushy snow that results from it.

Had this blog for a while...about a year now. Pretty spiffy.

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