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Punctuation of the week: The Interrobang. ‽ (Incidentally, wikipedia points you to "point d'ironie" in French, which creates even more bizarre and interesting punctuation that, sadly, does't seem to exist in unicode).
It's snowing outside, and it's one of those days where you can't tell the horizon on the lake from the sky. Figures it'd start snowing as soon as the Canadian left. Perfect for me avoiding homework to write a giant long entry about the past week, though, because I've been lazy and, rather obviously, up to irrelevent entries that prevent you from knowing what I actually sound like. Or, all right, how I actually speak, at least. My brain still hurts from so much of this week. That's a good thing, though.
I think I'll start with yesterday and work backwards. We got up at around noon, even though I'd intended to get up at ten-ish so we'd have more time to wander. I don't think we left until two or so, but in the end that didn't matter a whole lot. We managed to get around, and it was only the fault of my rusty sense of public transportation that we didn't make it up to Belmont. It's probably for the best, though, since we managed to wander for so long in Wicker Park. Aside from things at Myopic Books, I don't think I ever bought anything in Wicker Park before. But, while on our search for stuffed owls (after dorkily reproducing the This Land bit from Firefly with dinosaur fingerpuppets in a different store), we came across a kids' store called Psychobaby... with at least one shirt I rather dearly wanted in big-people sizes (it had dinosaurs and UFOs on it!). Where we found tiny little very adorable finger puppets. Including a possum one that I just had to have. His tail has velcro! (His name is Leeroy now). They also had rubber ducks that weren't plain. Which is a victory, as far as I'm concerned. They had two pirate-types, and one... lumberjack. Which was odd, and I almost got him, but in the end I decided that a duck with a cutlass is cooler than a duck with an axe. For now he is living on my desk with Hughes, on top of the best book ever. Really. Best Book Ever. We found it in the basement of Myopic Books... it's a Japanese translation of an English dictionary of "oaths, curses, insults, sexual slang and metaphor, racial slurs, drug talk, homosexual lingo, and related matters." This would be good enough in English, but let me tell you, when it's just a list of words with a language you don't understand written around it? And most of the words are outdated or possibly made-up? Freaking. Awesome. It has some of the best euphemisms ever, simply because of the general incomprehensibility. (This is why it wouldn't be as much fun if I could read the definitions.) I don't think it'll ever fail to make me laugh, and the two of us nearly died quoting it at people last night.
We also had a tangential plan to go play DDR at a bowling alley somewhere near UIC. It was about 6 when we got down to the blue line stop on Halsted, and I decided that dinner would be a good idea, since we were near Greektown. We went to the Parthenon, which was good as usual. We also had perfect timing, in that we showed up at about the same time as everyone else in our section of the restaurant, so we got to see the saganaki lit on fire over... and over. An almost continuous flaming of cheese. (There was also a photographer showing off his portfolio at the table diagonal from us, who caught me staring at him and his photos, becuase I was curious. He only looked amused, though.) After dinner we went to the Adler Planetarium to see Sonic Vision. (Though we almost went to the big Jewel Osco on Roosevelt to see if they had persimmons... except we were already running almost-late, and were some of the last people to get in to see the 8:00 show). Sonic Vision was sort of like spending 40 minutes or so inside a screensaver. (Also, we discussed how scared you'd be if you were not-sober. I'm not sure if some of the more disturbing things were designed by people looking to scare away stoners, or if they were just... there.) It wasn't bad, though. And from there we caught the 146, which I learned is indeed the bus that goes all the way up Michigan Ave. We stopped at Virgin, and she picked up a CD from her friend... then headed back (since the movie theatre down the street wasn't showing anything we'd even heard of). Michigan Ave is so much less creepy at 10 on Saturday night than it is around 9 on Sunday. Last weekend, it was deserted.
All right... that takes care of yesterday. Friday night we went to dinner in Chinatown. Since I crazily trusted some of my friends on the fifth floor to work things out, we ended up going along with about 8 other people, and we were starving by the time we got there. (We were supposed to leave at 5:30, and didn't get out of the dorm until about seven. Which fits for the number of people that had to be rounded up.) I should have known better, I suppose, but I never learn. Dinner was good, though, despite the fact that there was an overwhelming leaning towards weird things and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocolatemoose, who had the difficulty of avoiding spice and red meat at a Sechuan restaurant, had to protect her cashew chicken carefully. The dinner conversation was weird, even taking into account the strange company from the fifth floor (it involved discussion of touching-of-breasts and all sorts of bizarrity. Oh, and "how many people at the UofC do you think, right now, have gotten 'lucky'?") For the most part, the two of us were distracted by watching other people in the restaurant, including a group of people at a table next to us that we decided were in a band, and about to sign a movie deal. They were wonderfully dorky. Then, not too long before we left, a guy ended up at the table across from us who appeared to her to possibly have been from the Constantines, or at least some band. We later determined he wasn't, which is really for the greater good since, before we left, we let our bait-conversation about the Canadian indie scene and its appeal (especially the Constantines) get a little loud. I'd also suggested that we start singing "Oh, Canada" and see if he joined in, but that sort of failed when it became apparent I had a habit of sticking the words to America the Beautiful into the middle of it. We ended up freezing while waiting for a cab to show up, but it may have mostly been because of the bubble tea we got. I'd never had the jelly kind before... and... it's actually good. I'm happy. Now I don't have to be regarded as a weirdo for asking for bubble tea with no tapioca. Mmm, mango coconut. For the heck of it, here are the four pictures I took Friday. Three of the sunset while waiting to leave for dinner, and one of a pagoda in Chinatown.
And Friday afternoon... well, I came back from class (where thankfully I hadn't inspired anyone to ask about whether nerds were a separate cultural species) and decided it'd be a good idea to go for a walk. Because the waves were high out at the point again, and that's always fun. I didn't entirely take into account the bitter cold, and in the end I think both of us had a fine layer of ice on our coats and pants. Plus my hair'd frozen to my coat, because I was silly and stood in places where the waves could get me in order to take pictures. But hey, it was fun!
And that... that brings us back to Thursday, which has an entry... and therefore, my job is done here. Until I sit down and get all philosophical about how nice it is to be able to run around Chicago and be touristy. And I can't wait until spring break now. Canada! Woo!
It's snowing outside, and it's one of those days where you can't tell the horizon on the lake from the sky. Figures it'd start snowing as soon as the Canadian left. Perfect for me avoiding homework to write a giant long entry about the past week, though, because I've been lazy and, rather obviously, up to irrelevent entries that prevent you from knowing what I actually sound like. Or, all right, how I actually speak, at least. My brain still hurts from so much of this week. That's a good thing, though.
I think I'll start with yesterday and work backwards. We got up at around noon, even though I'd intended to get up at ten-ish so we'd have more time to wander. I don't think we left until two or so, but in the end that didn't matter a whole lot. We managed to get around, and it was only the fault of my rusty sense of public transportation that we didn't make it up to Belmont. It's probably for the best, though, since we managed to wander for so long in Wicker Park. Aside from things at Myopic Books, I don't think I ever bought anything in Wicker Park before. But, while on our search for stuffed owls (after dorkily reproducing the This Land bit from Firefly with dinosaur fingerpuppets in a different store), we came across a kids' store called Psychobaby... with at least one shirt I rather dearly wanted in big-people sizes (it had dinosaurs and UFOs on it!). Where we found tiny little very adorable finger puppets. Including a possum one that I just had to have. His tail has velcro! (His name is Leeroy now). They also had rubber ducks that weren't plain. Which is a victory, as far as I'm concerned. They had two pirate-types, and one... lumberjack. Which was odd, and I almost got him, but in the end I decided that a duck with a cutlass is cooler than a duck with an axe. For now he is living on my desk with Hughes, on top of the best book ever. Really. Best Book Ever. We found it in the basement of Myopic Books... it's a Japanese translation of an English dictionary of "oaths, curses, insults, sexual slang and metaphor, racial slurs, drug talk, homosexual lingo, and related matters." This would be good enough in English, but let me tell you, when it's just a list of words with a language you don't understand written around it? And most of the words are outdated or possibly made-up? Freaking. Awesome. It has some of the best euphemisms ever, simply because of the general incomprehensibility. (This is why it wouldn't be as much fun if I could read the definitions.) I don't think it'll ever fail to make me laugh, and the two of us nearly died quoting it at people last night.
We also had a tangential plan to go play DDR at a bowling alley somewhere near UIC. It was about 6 when we got down to the blue line stop on Halsted, and I decided that dinner would be a good idea, since we were near Greektown. We went to the Parthenon, which was good as usual. We also had perfect timing, in that we showed up at about the same time as everyone else in our section of the restaurant, so we got to see the saganaki lit on fire over... and over. An almost continuous flaming of cheese. (There was also a photographer showing off his portfolio at the table diagonal from us, who caught me staring at him and his photos, becuase I was curious. He only looked amused, though.) After dinner we went to the Adler Planetarium to see Sonic Vision. (Though we almost went to the big Jewel Osco on Roosevelt to see if they had persimmons... except we were already running almost-late, and were some of the last people to get in to see the 8:00 show). Sonic Vision was sort of like spending 40 minutes or so inside a screensaver. (Also, we discussed how scared you'd be if you were not-sober. I'm not sure if some of the more disturbing things were designed by people looking to scare away stoners, or if they were just... there.) It wasn't bad, though. And from there we caught the 146, which I learned is indeed the bus that goes all the way up Michigan Ave. We stopped at Virgin, and she picked up a CD from her friend... then headed back (since the movie theatre down the street wasn't showing anything we'd even heard of). Michigan Ave is so much less creepy at 10 on Saturday night than it is around 9 on Sunday. Last weekend, it was deserted.
All right... that takes care of yesterday. Friday night we went to dinner in Chinatown. Since I crazily trusted some of my friends on the fifth floor to work things out, we ended up going along with about 8 other people, and we were starving by the time we got there. (We were supposed to leave at 5:30, and didn't get out of the dorm until about seven. Which fits for the number of people that had to be rounded up.) I should have known better, I suppose, but I never learn. Dinner was good, though, despite the fact that there was an overwhelming leaning towards weird things and
chocolatemoose, who had the difficulty of avoiding spice and red meat at a Sechuan restaurant, had to protect her cashew chicken carefully. The dinner conversation was weird, even taking into account the strange company from the fifth floor (it involved discussion of touching-of-breasts and all sorts of bizarrity. Oh, and "how many people at the UofC do you think, right now, have gotten 'lucky'?") For the most part, the two of us were distracted by watching other people in the restaurant, including a group of people at a table next to us that we decided were in a band, and about to sign a movie deal. They were wonderfully dorky. Then, not too long before we left, a guy ended up at the table across from us who appeared to her to possibly have been from the Constantines, or at least some band. We later determined he wasn't, which is really for the greater good since, before we left, we let our bait-conversation about the Canadian indie scene and its appeal (especially the Constantines) get a little loud. I'd also suggested that we start singing "Oh, Canada" and see if he joined in, but that sort of failed when it became apparent I had a habit of sticking the words to America the Beautiful into the middle of it. We ended up freezing while waiting for a cab to show up, but it may have mostly been because of the bubble tea we got. I'd never had the jelly kind before... and... it's actually good. I'm happy. Now I don't have to be regarded as a weirdo for asking for bubble tea with no tapioca. Mmm, mango coconut. For the heck of it, here are the four pictures I took Friday. Three of the sunset while waiting to leave for dinner, and one of a pagoda in Chinatown.And Friday afternoon... well, I came back from class (where thankfully I hadn't inspired anyone to ask about whether nerds were a separate cultural species) and decided it'd be a good idea to go for a walk. Because the waves were high out at the point again, and that's always fun. I didn't entirely take into account the bitter cold, and in the end I think both of us had a fine layer of ice on our coats and pants. Plus my hair'd frozen to my coat, because I was silly and stood in places where the waves could get me in order to take pictures. But hey, it was fun!
And that... that brings us back to Thursday, which has an entry... and therefore, my job is done here. Until I sit down and get all philosophical about how nice it is to be able to run around Chicago and be touristy. And I can't wait until spring break now. Canada! Woo!
