google analytics, part 2 May 19, 2008

so every once in a while i like to check on my google analytics site-traffic-monitoring thingy. my favorite part is where it shows what keywords people searched to have the misfortune of finding my blog instead of what they were looking for. i thought you might enjoy them too:

• rotting smell from dishwasher
• “french lumberjack”
• “nate grill”
• cherry cola 90’s cd
• cowboys of moo masa

i think my favorite is the “rotting smell from dishwasher” one. because that is they type of searches i do. i google everything and anything.. with mixed results. i like to type in long phrases and questions because i imagine that there are millions of tiny people in a warehouse who work for google who get my question and then frantically search for the answer so that i get my results in …0.00002 seconds.

a few of my own searches from last week, because why not attract more stray traffic from the bustling information super highway?

• “high crime” areas in albany, ny
• get rid of static cling
• QOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN (i think this was stella’s doing)
• the end of the world
• vespa girl
• why do i like photos so much?
• substitute for lime peel
• internet marriage certificate

that’s levitation, holmes May 17, 2008

they call me levicait.

[inspired by this post - clearly their quality and composition is much better]

May 16, 2008

only so much unpacking can happen before wine gets brought in.

what? it’s after 1pm.

i did it! May 15, 2008

i graduated! took long enough (five years), but i finished two degrees, neither of which were my original major, so i’m happy

i will blame the lack of posting on graduation shenanigans and just post a bunch of pictures cause that’s easier to do..

nate’s graduation (school of biomedical sciences):

posing:

they had a giant screen for my graduation because it was in the big gym. so this is hohl on the screen (all the way on the left):

and this is me on the screen:

immediately after the THREE HOUR BORING CEREMONY:

who could refuse a photo op by the lilacs?

it was windy

i’m just posting this so you can see my dress:

that is all.

flash mobs May 2, 2008

today i learned about flash mobs.

this is why i’m hot, part 2 May 2, 2008

ok because i don’t think anyone understood the meaning of my post the other day, i present you:

STELLA: I’M HOT CAUSE I’M SPINNIN’
a music video clip type thing

i like making stuff April 29, 2008

+ *awkwardly shrugs* i, uh, made this for you. [via Fussy]

+ graffiticreator is kinda awesome:

i’m hot cause i’m fly April 27, 2008

maybe because mims* was at spring fest this weekend, maybe because i’m just gangsta, but either way i can’t get “this is why i’m hot” out of my head.

and then while i was doing dishes, stella wouldn’t stop chasing her tail.

are these two things related? no, of course not. then why can’t i get out of my head the made-up lyrics that i imagine stella is saying (in a gangsta voice) as she keeps circling:

i’m hot cause i’m spinnin’
you ain’t cause you not
this is why, this is why, this is why i’m hot

yeah, try not to get it stuck in your head while you watch her:

*yeah i didn’t know who he was either.

berry corn crunch and skim milk April 27, 2008

ok i have heard it all.

people have away messages. on aim, on yahoo, on skype, on ichat. for years (probably almost a decade). i’m ok with that.

people have status updates on facebook. also tolerable.

and people have twitter. you’ve heard of twitter, haven’t you?

now people have foodfeed. foodfeed is a service/site that lets you post WHAT YOU ARE EATING. RIGHT NOW. BECAUSE EVERYONE CARES.

the world is entirely too updated.

happy 200th post!! April 18, 2008

after two straight tech weeks, i’m surprised i can still find my head in the morning.* so when i get home at 12:30am after doing wardrobe for 6 hours, the last thing i want to do is clear off my bed. so the usual procedure involves me pushing the crap to one side and then sleeping on the other.

so when i have a sleepover w/the dancers one night, i miss one of the clearing days and the whole system gets messed up. this is what happens:total chaos. but let’s break this down a bit further…

1. winter jacket. have not worn in weeks. on my pillow.

2. backpack. ok, that’s expected. ***nate stop reading or you will never want to take a nap in my bed again.***

3. tuesday’s lunch in wegman’s bag. ew. i’m sorry i am so gross. **really nate, stop.**

4. GARBAGE BAG. yes, a BAG of GARBAGE. on. my. bed.

5. notebook, sock. normal. (no the sock is not infested with some kind of horrible disease, as you would expect by now)

6. clean clothes!

7. other winter jacket.

8. purse. also acceptable.

9. makeshift sleeping bag from sleepover.

10. CAT. what? you couldn’t see the cat?

there’s the cat for ya.

so after i cleared everything off, you’d think i’d just dust off any dirt and be on with it, but this is what i found:

this right here is enough to give nate anxiety for two months. knitting NEEDLES. in the BED. they could POKE SOMEONE’S EYE OUT!!! and wait, there’s more! a painful looking HEADBAND! OMGZ! and what are the SUNGLASSES doing in the bed?! you want me to crush them in my sleep?!

stella just looks on with disdain since i disturbed her sleeping spot.

* or make a coherent metaphor/hyperbole/sentence.