Braarr rarr rarr - nobody understands you, She-Bear

Good news!


1) The Richard Cheese lounge version of "Baby Got Back" is no longer stuck in my head.


2) I got the virus (smssv.exe) off of my computer, and everything (knock on wood) seems to be functioning smoothly. Dad said last night "[something something] worm its way into the memory and [something bad]," but for now I choose to ignore him.

In other news, today was spent cleaning my room in hopes that it, once clean, would be an ideal place to get work - either school-work or craft-work - done. Unfortunately, it is still not clean, despite some progress, and some Smallville-watching and icecream-eating and etc.


My office/room is very small, so I have to economize with the space, and part of this entails hanging the knitting supplies, which are stored in a lovely Target plastic bag, from a set of hanging wall shelves I installed a while back. It's hanging above my footlocker out over my floor, and it reminds me of how they advise you to hang your food at a campsite likely to be frequented by bears.


So now I'm picturing a bear coming in here and trying to get my knitting supplies.


I suspect that everyone has at least one quirk or two about their senses of humor, and one of mine is that I find bears doing bear-like-things *hilarious.* I learned this fact about myself during my senior year of college at an inopportune moment - in the middle of my graduate-level Psycholinguistics class.


There was this very sweet but perhaps somewhat misguided grad student who was giving his presentation that day. He was wearing a sweater with, seriously, very large holes down around the bottom of it - the hem just hung there, under what must have been 5 inches of sweater-hole. Well, he was kind of rambling on, and I don't think that anyone was understanding him


And let me just take this opportunity to say that I really don't like making fun of people who aren't mean or evil, swear to God I don't.


and I just started picturing a bear attacking him and biting holes in his sweater. And I almost choked to death trying not to laugh. I wasn't laughing at him so much, it was just this absurd image of a bear eating his sweater. And growling. Hehehe.


Oh man, that's so mean... I'm sorry, sweater-bear guy.