And on a quick note...

According to this test, this is what my feet say about me.

You are pretty average in your expressiveness. You can express yourself well, but you don't always want to. You are a very passionate person. You are highly charged and easily inspired. You are an assertive person at times. You'll pull out all the stops to get what you want, if it's worth it. You take a while to fall in love, but once you do, you stay pretty attached to your partner. You are not easily frightened, but you have a few strong phobias. You are very practical and down to earth. You're more concerned with action than thoughts. You are an amazingly hard worker. You aren't spoiled and you don't mind getting your hands dirty. You are easily influenced by other people. You're quite impressionable, so you should only be around people who are a good influence.

I have to say, I agree overall. What do your feet say about you?

Damn you mentioning these tests, biscuithead. I need to be studying!

The Beige Knight

I've discussed graffiti before. Actually, on several occasions. And while I have stated that I have some appreciation for the more whimsical styles that pop up, I dislike the ones that are the equivalent of a dog marking a wall to tell all the other dogs he was there.

In fact, this weekend I had mentioned to a friend that I wished there was a gang out there who's territory was notable for lack of tagging and litter. We even discussed that perhaps their initiation rites might involve (since they would, of course, still be thugs at heart with a need to instill terror) kidnapping homeless in their domain, followed by giving them a thorough cleansing and new clothes before releasing them again. "Stay away from those clean freaks, man!" We even considered what their gang getup would be. We decided they would probably go for a plain white t-shirt with a gold hoop earring, a la Mr. Clean.

Okay, it got to be a silly conversation.

Strangely enough, yesterday while flipping through the Quick (a free newspaper filled with short, interesting blurbs from the main paper), there it was.

Granted, no Mr. Clean getups. And probably no terrorizing of people with excessive BO. But a vigilante anti-graffiti task force. Sweet!

Again, interesting

While taking a break from studies, I found the following quiz:

What punctuation are you?

Somehow, I'm not surprised to find out that I am the comma. And, apparently, I get along well with the question mark. Very, very spiff.

Learning when you're wrong

"And how is the universe going to correct me?"

"The universe generally shows us that we are wrong when it takes away what is most important to us: our friends."

-Paulo Coelho

I'm going bananas

An interesting explanation to the song Hollaback Girl.

Wow, it makes so much more sense now!

Pictures of you

Earlier this week, I was talking to biscuit head about her recent travels and looked at pics from her trip. She had a lot of great shots, but one that I particularly liked was a shot of a shady chair on a deck with a cup of coffee and an open book beside it. This, my friends, is a picture that didn't need her in it to let you know who it was.

It got me to thinking, which is always hazardous.

Wouldn't it be kind of fun to come up with a series of pictures that represent someone without necessarily having them in a single one? I suspect this isn't a terribly original idea. Doesn't make it any less cool, though.

When the heart of the world speaks

Over the last 3 weeks or so, I have noticed something while driving about the DFW area. About every other day, I'll witness a hawk strike.

Birds of prey are nothing new around here. We have, of course, the red tails who tend to hang out on light fixtures along the highways. There's the occasional Swainson's doing the same. A bit more in the country, you'll run across the kestrels. And there's always a good chance of spotting a kite floating high up in the sky.

However, what I don't generally see with frequency is the swoop and dive of the hunter, followed by it's flight back to a perch bearing an unwilling passenger. I'd seen it once or twice over the last several years in real life, one of those times being an unsettling one in my parent's backyard where I was idly watering some ferns and had a red tail crash into the bush 2 feet beside me and start eating a mouse.

So the sheer numbers is kind of odd. Odd enough that I wonder if it's some kind of sign, and if it is, what does it mean? I tend to view it from the hawk's point of view, so perhaps I'm being told to seize an opportunity? Or maybe I should be taking it as a warning that caution is required if you want to avoid the sudden unexpected atrocities of the world. Perhaps both?

Or maybe there are just a lot more rats and birds out this year.