mrs custardcream

I am an american student who gave up on the somewhat limited and VERY expensive options ahead of her to transfer to a school in the uk, where her options aren't limited at all, though "less expensive" is currently under debate. I miss my dogs and chickens, and so should you. if knitting scares you, please, for the sake of your children, look away.

Saturday, January 22, 2005

exam meltdown

yep! maybe meltdown isn't the right word...comedown? I have one to go next week, but for right now, I'm enjoying the amazing feeling of not having to do anything for a day. it's beautiful.

essay for alasdair went all right- I had to seriously mess around with fiske's notion of guerrilla warfare between consumers and producers of mass-manufactured goods. in my mind, the guerrilla war can be more than just consumers altering and giving new meanings to products; it can also be the opposite, consumers producing mass-manufactured products which rival the industry's version, yeah? so bootlegs fit quite nicely into that area, because they're an album made by the people who listen to music, not the people who make it or package it. anyway, I hope he doesn't see it for the desperate "I can't think of any other examples no one else has used!" gasp that it is, and instead thinks "oh what a clever young lady, I'm giving her a first."

I can dream.

modernity exam was all right, though it was ALL mr. meek's half of the module and hardly anything from the first. thankfully there were plenty of options, and most importantly options which I understood, so I think I did ok in the end. I hate handwritten exams though- I'm now so used to being able to pause, delete, start again on sentences and phrases that it takes me extra long to write. I hate the sight of something scribbled out. it makes the otherwise neat, patterned page turn into something lovely with big spots randomly dispersed around it. not a fan. I avoided them as much as I could. hopefully john grades them, he's a nice grader and he likes me so he'll be lenient with my incoherencies and overuse of "such as" and "similarly", which I can avoid when typing but seem to ignore entirely when writing. ah well.

anyway, I am off down to the river to knit and amuse myself dropping pieces of cracker onto the backs of swans. ahhh, late winter/early springtime...

Wednesday, January 19, 2005

and now blogger hates me! oh boy.

as previously stated (not that you can see it since it wasn't published), the record industry as a whole is a shower of bastards, as father jack would say.

[edit] AND IT ATE MY ORIGINAL POST! blogger is also a shower of bastards. not batards, as I originally wrote. but if it makes them feel better to be a shower of batards, then they can go right ahead.


also, the record industry are all officially bastards. just so everyone knows.


well, sarah is 90% over the flu...and wondering when her next vaccination is due, since everyone around here is apparently be-mumped. never had chicken pox or measles or mumps, so this should be fun! if I don't die, of course.

essay is not going. note the absence of "well" or "badly"- it's just plain not going. I hate writing essays. the dissertation are going to be FANTASTIC, I can just tell! despite having all my materials laid out here, plus water, plus illicit cookies (sorry crispy), I can find nothing better to do with my time than post pictures of my history lecturers on livejournal and apply 18th-century verse to them. this is unnecessarily perverse (talking about the essay again, not lecturers), considering it's the shortest essay I'll have had to write so far. but...but....bah!

at least I got a 2:1 on my presentation on cars- I was worrying about that one a bit. why do I want to impress alasdair so much? is it because he's too innocent to notice the hundreds of floating penises surrounding graham norton for 3 years? and naive enough to type "gay camp" into google image search during class and still be shocked at the results? anyway, I don't want this essay to suck particularly, so I ought to get working. just.....ugh.

I hope holly wants to go to the lambing on saturday. I have a feeling I'm going to need the sight of baby animals being born very much by then.

Monday, January 17, 2005

I am feeling...

drained. very much so. a phonecall from the beloved crispex has done much towards getting rid of it, but still....ugh.

am a bit dismayed at lack of self-control as well- in terms of dieting and otherwise. am eating and spending far more than I should be. and the thing is, I HAVE done this diet before and done it quite successfully. why I can't snap back into that mindset is bothering me. I mean, yes exams/stress/homesick/work/etc. is a factor, but these next few weeks I have the least amount of events going on- you'd think I'd find the time to calm down and not desire cookies. but no, cookies appear to rule me. I am cookies' bitch. especially fox's golden creams, they can pimp me out whenever they like.


anyway, yes. am also facing monetary meltdown crisis (or at least having to use american money with crap exchange rate crisis), so I should be spending as little as possible right? HAHAHA, bank account, you have been hAxX0red! all your base are belong to us, the retailers! did I really need triples of holiday photos? at 10p a pop? of 36? the sad thing is, no, I actually need something more like quintuples, but for once I'm being a model of thrift and not going the mile. priorities are (a) food and (b) putting some money back on my mobile so I can contact the living. after that, I need to be seriously good until next paycheck clears. sometime in 2006. or maybe just the first week of february, whichever takes longer. so I need to lock my credit card away somewhere where I can use it to pay rent but not use it to buy handbags.

I also need to clean my room. oh, if my mother could read this! she'd think it was someone else's blog.

and if my grandmother could read this, she'd probably have a heart attack from shock.

anyway, I'm meant to be resting and not thinking and indulging in things to make me hate myself that little bit less. so back to the best horror compilation EVER, "tales of the dead", and a story about a voodoo woman who grows in miniature out of the shoulder of the man who has killed her so he can be with a rich woman instead. all good comedy fun for the whole family!

Sunday, January 16, 2005



guess whose essay for history and memory is due tomorrow (technically today)? and guess who found out around 4 in the afternoon?

but guess who pulled it off? (dances)

I'd post this to mrs_fhqwhgads but my lj password is too long for me to type correctly right now.

am going to die for a few hours before work now...

one more nail in the coffin of accountability

oh this just pisses me off

from yahoo:

"WASHINGTON - President Bush says there is no need to hold anyone in his administration accountable for what has happened in Iraq because the voters have already spoken.
"We had an accountability moment, and that's called the 2004 elections," Bush said in an interview with The Washington Post for Sunday's editions. "The American people listened to different assessments made about what was taking place in Iraq, and they looked at the two candidates, and chose me." "

ARRRRGGGGHHHH! words cannot describe....I mean honestly. honestly. firstly, only 51% of the country chose you, which leaves a LOT of people who would like to see just a little bit more accountability over what happened. secondly, this is a WAR, something which has cost people lives, money, homes, family, freedom- it's not like someone mislaid some nice china and you're not pursuing it because "well, no one really seems to want me to go after them, so whatever". THAT DOESN'T APPLY HERE! you are the man in charge of the world's most powerful country, it is your duty to make sure that the decisions and actions you take are well-thought-out and can stand up to scrutiny. there can't be any scrutiny if you deny there's a problem.

and in case you don't realize, quite a lot of people who DID vote for you aren't entirely happy about iraq. you have a lot of people who want to know why things have gone wrong and who caused them to go wrong. just saying "ha ha, you elected me so I don't have to tell you ANYTHING" isn't going to win you friends. but then hey, you've got a posse of loyal handlers/cohorts who will do anything you say (and who will get you to do anything they say), so it's not like you really need friends...

just- ARRGH! times like this I really do seriously consider giving up my citizenship. if people like this are allowed to be in charge of the country not once but twice, something is seriously wrong with the american people. how could we allow this to happen? TWICE?

say what you will about kerry, but you wouldn't hear any of this "I'm in charge so screw you all" BS if he was in charge.

Saturday, January 15, 2005

the persistence of cookie monster

also, to show that I AM one of the great philosophical thinkers of this day and age:

sesame street.

when cookie monster sings, does he sing either

(a) C is for cookie, it's good enough for me, cookie, cookie, cookie starts with C

(b) C is for cookie, it's good enough for me, and they can't take that away from me

for some reason, I would SWEAR it was b. and yet, I'm not moved enough (or is it too fashionable, too intellectual, too po-mo?) to google it. so someone else tell me. or damnit, I will eat another one of these cookies.

mmmm, new blog goodness

yes, this is where I will now reside and write actual thoughtful things- or at least attempt to. I adore lj and whathaveyouetc. BUT I think I might feel a bit more comfortable writing what I like in a place where not everyone knows each other and I have to do all that filtered post crap to keep from alienating the folks. here, I don't care who I alienate with awful jokes about ronald reagan, or bore with knitting trivia, or perhaps just plain worry with the horrible dr moreau-ish creation "the oranguwank". so, yes. here we are.

anyway, first post! I have to say something intelligent so I don't get typecast. but that's probably beyond me at the moment, as I've been bad and bought loads of cookies when I'm meant to be on a diet. alas, alas. I'm giving most away though so I won't go to dieter's hell. note I said most. so on that note- two observations, one of which will get me flamed and one of which isn't very exciting at all.

1. the british system of elections sucks. not sucks in a terrible undemocratic evil way, but just in a general "um, is that it?" way. I'm beginning to see why our ballots have about ten million names on them when you vote- because you CAN actually vote for almost everyone! here you elect one person, and then they elect everyone else. not entirely comfortable with that. I'm not knocking it, just saying I can see why voter dissatisfaction is so high and so few people vote. when your vote doesn't really count in the higher eschelons of government, what impetus do you have?

2. british kleenex is much nicer than american kleenex. less dust to sand your nose down. I've had the flu for about 5 days now and only now has my nose gone all irritable and crinkly. that, my friends, is progress. I can't wait until this advanced kleenex technology makes its way into the hearts and homes of the american people. now if only they could manage to fit more than 5 tissues into a bag...

and that, my friends, is what happens when someone is trying to put off writing two essays. huzzah!