up and what?

Alright, already. I'm up and at 'em.

Adam? You're not Adam.

No, not 'Ad'-am.
'At' 'em.

Who's Atom?

No, no, no.
You're not listening.
Not At-'om'.
At 'em'.

It is too early to be talking such nonsense.
Especially on a Saturday.

My point exactly.

science nerd swag!

Seven hours of interacting with high school students as they compete for the opportunity to travel to Washington, DC, to represent Georgia in the National Science Bowl - wow.
That kind of satisfaction simply cannot be bought.
Thank-you's from the kids and coaches were especially gratifying.
Plus, I walked away with a spiffy new T-shirt and a shiny insulated lunch bag.
Life is good!

happy anniversary of... what?

Dear Tony,
I had not thought of putting funds into your account until I received your letter.
I've put $90 into your account, but will not have more until after I get paid - which will be 28 February.
So you might want to keep that in mind and plan accordingly.
By the way, I think somebody hacked my JPAY account.
Every credit card I have used on that site has had fraudulent charges run on them.
Every card.
It usually takes a month for the false charges show up.
This has been going on since March or April of last year.
I may have to switch to money orders, though.
I wonder if anyone else has had that happen.
The credit card companies have been very good about canceling the charges, so that's good, but sometimes the case drags on for several months. Very sad that someone is doing that.

Tomorrow is the Science Bowl at the school.
A bunch of high school students will be there to compete!
I'll be a reader,
which is what I've done
for the last few years.
They've tried to make me a timer or a scorer,
but I do best at reading the questions to the students.
I like that best, too!

with my love!

- And of course I wrote on the back of the card! I sent this joke to him!
Funny, I just noticed what anniversary this is: Four years since I blogged that panda joke!
Coincidence?

science, symphony, cirque!

Yesterday morning started early, much earlier than a Saturday had done for a long time for me. But it was definitely worth it! I was a reader at the regional-level Science Bowl, a high-school competition. I've volunteered for it for the past few years and enjoy interacting with those students and their coaches. The whole experience reminds me of the after-school science projects I was fortunate enough to be part of in high school! Even my stuffy sinuses couldn't dull my enthusiasm today!
My bfe was the table judge for the room I was assigned to - another good thing! Though he did razz me about my pronunciation of the some of the foreign names, but, like, really??? How does Euler get pronounced "oil' er"??? Ah, well, I don't know that it made any difference to the students, nor to their coaches, so all was right in the world... and continued to be so!
After the Science Bowl, when all had their fill of pizza and soda and had pictures to show the folks back home, he and I set off for South Carolina. Woohoo! We had each brought our travel bags to the school, so it was a simple matter of va-va-va-VROOM!
We were off to the Symphony, you see. We'd had this trip planned since late Jeffvember - er, that would be November to most folks! - when I had been reminded of his enjoyment of live presentations of classical music. It was too late to catch anything he was interested in that month, and December would be too busy, but January? Definitely doable! I had gone ahead and gotten the seats, as the show was almost sold out, and I had even been fortunate enough to snag two seats in the front row in the balcony. Major score!!!
And now it was finally time for us to travel to Charleston, with plenty of driving-around-at-whatever-pace for the trip. Very nice!

We even had a few moments for an impromptu visit at the Farmhouse Antiques and Neat Stuff store on the side of road, boasting everything from books to fireworks to pink flamingoes and flying pigs. Really! We made a nice leisurely rest stop of it, wandering all over the property, picking up this, touching that. Okay, all of that touching of stuff was mostly me, since I wouldn't keep my hands in my pockets as I had been taught to do. But he did some, too. Yes, he did! And I found a lovely wooden sea turtle for myself and a hope-this-cheers-you-up gift (Batman coasters!!) for my huggable karate friend who's had a rough patch of luck lately.
Then on up to Charleston we drove, to the only downtown antebellum hotel there. Near the theatre and downtown? Sah-weet! And it's a historic building? Even nicer! And it really was.
We dropped off our stuff in the third-floor room and went off to explore the city. After wandering in the wrong direction for quite a while in the cold, we retraced our steps to the hotel, went up to get warmer accessories, then went in search of the symphony venue again. And, again, after a bit of misstepping, we DID finally locate the Sottile Theatre. Boasting a new marquee on King Street - well, new since I was last there two years ago - and its red carpet, the setting was right for the event that night!
We had an hour to spare, so off to Taziki's for a quick dinner, treat of the bfe. Woohoo! Grilled lamb gyro for me and Greek salad gyro for him and we were good to go. Mighty tasty, but not heavy - yum! But no time for dessert, as we needed to claim our seats for the Cirque de la Symphonie!
Yeah, you heard that right: Cirque de la Symphonie. The Charleston Symphony had arranged to have four entertainers from Cirque Du Soleil to participate in portions of their show. How very supercool! A juggler, a magician and lovely assistant, a box-twirler, a red ribbon swirler, and two sparkling aerialists, interspersed with and enhanced by the works of Antonin Dvorak, Georges Bizet, Piotr Ilych Tchaichovsky, Bedrich Smetana and others... Wow! Many of the works were familiar to me, as they were pulled from Swan Lake, Sleeping Beauty, Carmen, other theatrical dance presentations, and that was wonderful, too. I could really enjoy the music AND the visual artistry of the Cirque troup! And when it was done, we both sat and allowed it to soak in, as the theatre emptied and the musicians cased their instruments and left. Then we took our leave, exiting to the brisk air of a night in January.
How about some baklava? Sure, that would be nice. Why don't we try this place across the street? Sure, it looks like it would have baklava! And Manny's Mediterranean Cafe did, indeed, have baklava, as well as bottomless cups of coffee and hot tea. What a great bonus! And we sat there and I had my baklava with the drizzled honey, and we talked and talked. At one point, we were concerned that we might be keeping them late with our meager fare, so we asked: "What time do you close?" "Not until 3 AM," the young woman answered. And then she gave us more coffee and hot tea! So we stayed a bit longer, until the late night crowd started bustling in, then we made sure of the quickest route back to the warm hotel and made it there with not wrong turns. Yeah for us!
What a marvelous Saturday, wrong turns and detours and all!

GGBD 2012

Bien, aujourd'hui était Jour de Blog de Fille de Goth encore et j'ai été pris au piège à la Géorgie Bol de Science Régional pour presque tout. Ai-je dit que vous LE bff de ma mere est un taré de science total ? Comme, le total.
Elle était dans le ciel, obtenant pour lire des questions de la chimie, les maths, la biologie, la physique, et l'énergie pour les heures interminables aux adolescents comme moi. Bien, quand je dis « comme moi », je signifie, vous savez, les jeunes. Les questions de maths s'intéressaient presque, toute l'obscurité et tordu et plein de carré et cubé et racines. Que je ne serais pas débile et sur une équipe de connaissance de science - seulement si je pourrais être tout l'écureuil secret de lui. J'ai entendu quelqu'un dit qu'et il a semblé si mystérieux et changé.
ourquoi j'écris blog en français ? Bien, vous me permettre de dire le reste de l'enfer que j'ai été en. Elle a tenu à traîner m'à chaque un des films pour le Festival du film Francophone. Chaque seul l'un. Il y avait cinq d'eux. Cinq. Pas tout l'aujourd'hui, mon un jour spécial, quand je suis encouragé à m'exprimer dans mes propres termes.
Jamais depuis jeudi elle m'a traîné à ces films. « Élargir les secteurs de ma vie qui est étroite ». Si je veux que n'importe quoi a élargi ou pas. J'aime que ma vie réduit. Je sais quoi prévoir à tout moment parce que je ne permets pas le changement.
ELLE agit du changement. Vous penseriez que le temps une personne a obtenu pour être aussi vieille qu'elle qu'ils auraient décidé qu'ils ont aimé et seraient résistant pour changer. Vous penseriez que le temps une personne a obtenu pour être plus qu'à moitié un séculaire qu'ils sauraient pour garder leur singularité à themself et ne l'infligent pas sur d'autres. Je penserais cela.
Toujours, le temps n'était pas une perte complète. Les films tous ont eu une obscurité à eux qui m'ont dessiné en, que je ne la dirais jamais. "L'affaire Farewell" a été réglé en Russie, avec une bonne partie de que tout à fait réglant si que j'ai défailli presque. Presque. Les blancs et les noirs croustillants partout dans l'écran, et le caractère principal meurt. Bien tragique. Cela était jeudi. Vendredi a été défendu coupler, surtout entre les hommes. "Le Refuge" a ouvert avec un gars qui meurt d'une overdose d'héroïne et son amie qui sortent d'un coma le trouver mort et son enceinte avec un foetus drogue-dépendant - si elle doit rester sur les drogues jusqu'à ce que le bébé est né. Le frère mort du gars était gai et j'ai dû regarder le faisant hors avec un autre gars. Mais le highpoint pour moi était la chanson de mélancolie il a chanté. En général, totalement étrange et très profondément noir, qui est pourquoi il m'a fait appel.
La seconde l'un que la nuit était "La Belle Personne". La mère principale du caractère était morte, donc la fille avait transféré à une autre école où son cousin est allé. Elle a trouvé tous les garçons là après son corps, mais elle était totalement pas prête pour cela. Je peux relater si. Alors elle trouve son cousin est gai et qu'elle est dans l'amour avec son professeur italien et le garçon dans l'amour avec elle se tue. Tous je peux dire suis l'histoire de Roméo et Juliet maudit pâlit par la comparaison.
Après l'être dans l'entreprise de gens scientifiques toute la journée - de 8:30 ce matin jusqu' à 3:30 cet après-midi - j'ai eu beaucoup d'agitation de ce soir. Le Festival du film pourrait-il soutenir son ton noir ? Surtout comme j'ai su le premier film, "L'illusionniste" était un conte animé d'un magicien. Comment le juvénile, n'est-ce pas ?
J'étais inexact. (Ceci était un terme que j'ai entendu maintes et maintes fois au Bol de Science et maintenant c'est fermement dans ma tête. Hélas). Le magicien était un homme vieillissant qui dépense son argent sur quelque fille qui n'est pas son amie et passe son temps avec l'autres mourir de faim artistes. L'obscurité, terrible, épouvantable - perfectionner pour mon jour spécial, après que tous.
La nuit a terminé avec "Un Prophete". Beaucoup de gens qui meurent dans ce film de prison et même un fantôme macabre qui hante son meurtrier. Le fantôme a fumé même des cigarettes et la fumée fait le brin des trous dans son cou où il avait saigné à la mort. Impressionnant, bien que j'ai géré pour dissimuler mon intérêt, je pense.
Maintenant j'ai écrit mon blog en français si mon persécuteur ne peut pas le lire. Si elle veut savoir qu'il dit, elle aura besoin d'obtenir l'a traduit. Ah, doux est ma vengeance et une façon adéquate pour fermer mon jour.