One Norwegian Alaskan in Madison.

A slow burn...



The house special for the evening will be a homemade quiche with woven spinach tortilla crust, flaked Alaskan red salmon, red onions, and red bell peppers, topped with basil, oregano and parsely.

Might I recommend the white zinfandel as a good accompaniment, followed by a long run to the park?



Today has been truly beautiful.

P Chem held a few epiphanies this morning, which is a bit of a salve after my heinous performance on the last exam.

Thanks to a few very generous saints, I'm pointed in the right direction on a few big projects coming ominously down the pipe.

I ran to Lake Washington with Sarah this evening and stretched on a dock watching the sun set houses on fire while she played with a GREAT Dane. He was huge. We were climbing up the steps in the Madrona Woods and passed a couple getting it on, right off the trail. Not making out. Full on sex.

I took a bath for the first time in years after I got back, and it was epic. When I was a little girl with long hair I used to lie in the tub and imagine I was a mermaid with my hair swirling all around me. I'm a big girl with shorter hair now, but it still swirls and floats. I had a fizzy bath bomb in there with me too. I had a good time. ;)

I made a kick-ass pad thai for dinner.

And finally, Dad is in town for a few days. Three cheers for the Parenthood! I'm going to spend tomorrow at the Museum of Flight with him and a good portion of the extended Slauson Clan. This is significant in that I will doubtless come away knowing more about airplanes and our family's involvement with them than is healthy or just. I'm excited, really. Afterwards he's joining me for dinner, so we'll have a chance to kick back and catch up.

Must sleep now. Sarah no function sleep well without. On a side note, I'm feeling the urge for some X-Men this weekend. Who's in?

Deliciously exhausted


When the Day is Done
The Samples

When the day is done
I hope you're still the same
I hope that nothing's changed
With you

When the day is done
There's something in your eyes
Have they seen too many lies
Come true?

When the day is done
When the day is done

When the day is done
A secret I can keep
A promise I have deep
With you

Oh no something's wrong
The fastest things
Have slowly gone

When the day is done
I hope you're still the same
I hope that nothing's changed
With you

When the day is done
There's something in your eyes
Have they seen too many lies
Come true?

When the day is done
When the day is done


Holy batman! I'm so very screwed.

Alive, but screwed.

If I make it to tomorrow afternoon, consider me superhuman.

Top quotes from


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i beat the internet
the end guy is hard

#261501 +(4711)- [X]
the "bishop" came to our church today
he was a fucken impostor
never once moved diagonally

#6562 +(3438)- [X]
I think the people above me are having sex
either that or they're sleeping restlessly and agreeing with each other a lot.

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I hated going to weddings. All the grandmas would poke me saying "You're next". They stopped that when I started doing it to them at funerals.

#268247 +(3259)- [X]
I love school
Today our term paper due date's set
Our instructor says that we WILL hand in the paper on time, and she'll accept no excuses except illness, with a note from our doctor, or a death in the immediate family, with a note from the dead member.
So this wiseass pipes up: "What about extreme sexual exhaustion?"
She waits for the laughs to die down and says:
"Well, I guess you'll have to learn to write with your other hand"

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he was dressed as a big fuckin devil
like, HUGE costume
8-foot lizard wings, giant horns on the head
at some anime con in california
they were double booked with a southern Baptist group in the same hotel
he's riding the elevator down to the con space
doors open, little old baptist woman standing there
he just says "Going Down" in his best evil voice

Word of the Day


immolate (v):

To kill as a sacrifice.
To kill (oneself) by fire.
To destroy.

Two thumbs up!

My favorite poem from the 4th grade


The Wendigo
By Ogden Nash
The Wendigo,
The Wendigo!
Its eyes are ice and indigo!
Its blood is rank and yellowish!
Its voice is hoarse and bellowish!
Its tentacles are slithery,
And scummy,
Its lips are hungry blubbery,
And smacky,
The Wendigo,
The Wendigo!
I saw it just a friend ago!
Last night it lurked in Canada;
Tonight, on your veranada!
As you are lolling hammockwise
It contemplates you stomachwise.
You loll,
It contemplates,
It lollops.
The rest is merely gulps and gollops.

My homework is due in 8 hours...


Began Mardi Gras celebration with old friends and free crepes on the 10th floor. Returned home to discover this evening that stove has been leaking natural gas into apartment all day long. Almost passed out upon discovery. Called wonderful landlady, who showed up 15 minutes later to check out situation and call gas company. Watched gas service fellow utilize device resembling Geiger-counter to detect gas leak and correct (so cool!). Commenced further Mardi Gras/Lunar New Year festivities with the girls, Colin Farrel, and Stoli, all while working on my P Chem. Have decided that a gas high and booze mix very well indeed. Prospero año nuevo!

Sea-town rocks my socks


I went running yesterday morning and discovered the most wonderful spot in Seattle.

I headed through the I-District on 12th, over the Rizal bridge, and up Beacon Hill through the woods to the I-90 trail. On my way back I stopped to fix my shoe half-way across the bridge and looked up. It was perfect.

In front of me all the skyscrapers downtown and buildings climbing up the hill were lined up in a row, with the freeway slicing through their midst. The sun shone off the barges in the bay and the Olympics were crystal clear. There were planes flying overhead, traffic flowing underfoot, and yet my place on the bridge was very peaceful. I was far enough from the forest of buildings to feel detached, but the city still surrounded me and felt like home. It was like getting a big hug from old friend. Everything was right with the world and my little pocket of inner peace seemed to have spread through the entire city for a moment.

Then a car whizzed by and blew my hair across my face, but I'm telling you, for a moment there I was floating.

A Lost Hope


This trailer has had me in stitches for the last few minutes...and here I thought Star Wars had gone the way of the privy...

Thanks Dad! Keep up the fun at work.


Listening to: Wagner's "Ride of the Valkyries"

Happy Groundhog's Day! I have a sinking feeling that cold and exams will prevail in the coming days.

The question of platonic sex has come up. Theoretically workable, or an oxymoron by definition? I contend that it's a crazy idea, as sex is the antithesis of platonic in my head, but I could be wrong about the definition. Then again, if we're talking "sex like Plato", I'm not sure I want to entertain the idea further. Your votes count, dear readers. How, if at all, might one have platonic sex?

It's a little late, but...


Happy Birthday, Rick James. No doubt you're still bustin' out and throwin' down, wherever you are.

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