i picked apples today. off of apples trees.
proof: apples.
the end.
hah, well, i considered writing an "extended" entry, but then i was all like, "who needs extensions? i sure don't." anyway, as autumn is a time of falling leaves and apples, i had the pleasure of experiencing the latter today. the moral of my non-existent story is to wear helmets if you ever go apple-picking, because if you separate one from its brothers and sisters, they must feel abandoned and get lonely or something, and they consequently start up an apple storm.
who knew apples could be so sentimental?
the bad news is i had too much apple cider. the good news is i still have my eyes.
connie grabbed a duck on 092406 @ 07:29 PM EST
new layout. it doesn't make any sense, but that's me; i don't make sense, and 'tis tan. or brown? well, i guess i should brush up just in case someone gives me a colors test. at any rate, i'm sure i'll get tired of the layout soon, simplicity doesn't bode well with me. enjoy it while it lasts, or count the days until i end the pain.
by the way, let's go with a dark beige.
okay, i'm seriously back this time. really. i was just joking last time. you know, hahahaha. what a funny joke, yeah. if you're up for excuses, i haven't been feeling well lately. it's all good because i've been healed now (by the magic of drugs), and i seem to have gotten three other people ill. hurray!
no, of course i'm not proud i've afflicted my germs upon my friends (though for the record, who doesn't want my germs? they're great).
recent events: i was under the weather last week, which might have been the reason for my passing out every day. i once woke up around the coffee table, sprawled around something sticky. well. that wasn't pleasant. in other news, i should really do the laundry soon, i watched my friend pay for two packs of gum in quarters, and it's raining.
happy saturday, autumn, and roshashana/yomkip/i'mnotjewishbutenoughaboutme.
connie grabbed a duck on 092306 @ 11:46 AM EST
the hiatus lasted a little longer than i expected/would have liked. i meant to return around the twelfth, but what, it's the eighteenth?
that's close.
anyway, i'm alive, i'm breathing, and i'm chewing on a ricola cough drop (i don't think you're supposed to chew... it hurts).
cheers!
connie grabbed a duck on 091806 @ 08:32 PM EST
i reformatted a computer last night. i say "a computer" because it's actually a derelict computer in my room that i no longer care and love for, and i now use it to perform aberrant science experiments on. kind of. more like, i don't turn it on anymore, which is identical to any other science experiment you would read about (cloning animals? yeah, that's the same thing). as for the computer i'm writing on now, i would never think to reformat this baby, the gorgeous PC that replaced the hole in my heart, the one i now love and care for.
for the sake of clarity, the just-reformatted computer's name is zeus, which is an awful name if i ever heard one. that SE98 crap is by no means a greek god. with lightning bolts.
oh wait, i just remembered zeus was the name of a pet turtle ialmost ran over and then stole from the roadsaved. well, obviously, my confusion between computer and turtle is completely understandable.
so, i was going to explain the ordeals and perils of reformatting, but i'd rather reflect on my turtle instead. what wonderful memories. i don't know if you've ever done pet-turtle-reflecting, but one needs to be alone. thanks.
(oh, and computer-i-mistaked-for-zeus' name is argus. i know you were dying to know. close enough)
connie grabbed a duck on 090606 @ 05:27 PM EST
i was upstairs reading when i heard this obnoxious ringing that didn't seem to want to stop. i was about to hit something because hitting something is the answer to everything, when it occurred to me...
oh, it's my phone.
so, i scurried down the stairs and opened door after door (the house sports many giant french doors that seem to be happier when closed) and maybe running into one or three along the way. i finally found my phone in the dark room (as in, the unlit library, not an actual darkroom, sadly) and the call was not worth the what must have been at least two-mile trek. first of all, when the display reads "restricted," it can't be very good, but i wasn't about to let nearly killing myself be in vain, even if it means i had to sit through a two-minute conversation from a friend who's clearly off her rocker and has too much time on her hands.
in a horrifying southern accent, she told me something along the lines of, "why, hello, connie! being the attractive young woman you are, i suggest you get your ass to the local church and get on your knees. your impure thoughts are responsible for your entrance to hell, but blah blah blah i stopped listening. ...so make sure you use condoms, young lady! but you should not be so lusty, yet if you find yourself pregnant, get yourself immediately to the local clicnic and get an abortion! well, yes, that's one option, the other is to just get a knife and cut that baby right out. then cut up some chicken and lasagna, you see. chicken salad works, too."
'k, bye.
and, what kind of fool uses a knife for chicken salad?? absurdity at its absolute finest.
connie grabbed a duck on 090406 @ 08:05 PM EST
i was flipping through the nytimes magazine, scanning for any articles of interest. i read portions of one titled "the i'm-not-ugly american," which is two monstrous pages reiterating common knowledge of the world: the insolence of americans. the article included a chart indicating the percentage of respondents who find americans rude. jordan leads by 60% (for any jordan visitors grabaduck might get, i'm terribly sorry if i was bad-mannered - for any other visitors, i'm not. hah, JK, JK. ...what a stupid acronym).
anyway, after i read that even 40% of the united states thinks americans are rude and accordingly started planning my move to the yukon to hang with the polar bears, i found something better by far. the crossword puzzle. now, in a world of constant changes, the sunday crossword puzzle is something i will always be able to rely and depend on. oh, it instills such warmth and comfort in me.
i had been reminded of the crossword puzzle by the table of contents, and i quickly turned to the corresponding page the contents had spoke of. to my horror, a recipe for steamed mussels with lovage (...) was where my darling puzzle was supposed to be. i frantically scanned the magazine again and was becoming awfully sore at the new york times for its deceit and virtually breaking my heart. i was about to rip out the table of lying contents, when i realized i had read the number wrong.
oh.
it didn't occur to me that i still might not be able to read numbers correctly. well. that's a shame.
but at least i know now that steamed mussels with lovage (mmm... lovage) entails two pounds of mussels, washed, and with beards removed. yeah, no one likes those beards.
connie grabbed a duck on 090306 @ 04:08 PM EST
the internet is still working! it loves me, and i love it!
!!!!!
on another note, the previous layout was starting to come off a little bland to me, and so explains this new theme. it's a feeble attempt at implementing some "summery" colors and hopefully cheer us all up a bit as we say farewell to that time of year when bugs think it's okay to bite and gnaw at us over and over.
insects need more control.
and to the southern hemisphere-ers - i don't know, hope you're having fun saluting old man winter.
i'm not particularly moved by this layout, and it has a lot of coding errors at the moment. it's been up for sixteen minutes, and i'm already bored. le sigh. feel free to tell me if you hate it or any comments, rather. for once, i'm posting about nothing (okay, so that's not my first time), but it's nothing you can't really comment on. accordingly, i give you the permission to talk to me about what you had for lunch instead.
because i like hearing about what people had for lunch. especially if it involves chickens.
happy friday!
connie grabbed a duck on 090106 @ 02:56 PM EST
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