Black Thumb Tuesday, Apr 28 2009 

It’s true.  Sad, but true.  I kill plants.  Much like smokers who refuse to quit kill kittens, I kill plants.

I planted something in a small pot I received from my grandmother.  It died.

I was given a cactus.  It died.

I was given an un-killable vine.  It died.

This track record isn’t all that great, agreed?  Agreed.  Yet somehow, by some MIRACLE, it appears I might be getting over this curse.

Allow me to elaborate.  My father has a strange plant that he swears is in the “virtually unkillable” category (much like the vine I managed to kill in high school).  It’s called “mother-in-law’s tongue,” and he’s had it in his office for quite some time.  It finally just got too big for the pot, though, so he brought it home and had my mom break it up into smaller pieces to put in smaller pots.

I, determined to get over this black thum plague, asked for a piece and got it.  This was back at the beginning of this school year, and since then it’s been sitting on top a desk.  I water it about once a month, just a small amount of water (it’s supposedly a desert plant?).  And so far, it is still green.  Granted, some of the leaves on the bottom are kinda shriveled, but I wonder if that’s due to lack of light rather than lack of water?  I’ve since moved it to by the window.

Then, the university had a fair it has every year, where all the departments kind of have their own tents and they do stuff.  Our forestry and agriculture department was selling…plants!  Herbs at that!  Since I had proven myself able to not kill a plant for almost a whole school year, I decided it was time I tried my hand  at something else, and possibly ride this wave of fortune to something greater, to a place where “black thumb” is not even in people’s minds!  And since they were only $1, I picked up a pot with cilantro and Thai red basil in them.

Since then, the cilantro has gained twice its height from when I bought it, and the basil is flowering.  I didn’t realize they flowered, but the little purple blossoms are so cute! <3  In other words, they’re doing quite well!  Which, since I’ve been fussing over them like a worried mother, I guess isn’t all that surprising.  But to me, this is SUCCESS!  I mean, I have to water them every day, and the cilantro typically twice a day (it needs lotsa water), but so far the worst I’ve gotten are the bottom leaves of the cilantro getting a bit yellow.  The basil seems to be quite happy with the arrangement, so no problems with that one.

Now I just need to find a reason to USE the things.  I mean, I love cilantro, but I can’t just sprinkle it on anything.  I used a bit of the basil in my chicken the other day – not bad, but hard to taste with the anise I’d added earlier (too much… =__= ).

Still, that’s all this post was about.  And  Since it’d be boring without something graphical to look at, I’ll upload the sprite pages for that cell phone game from an age ago.

Zombie Apocalypse vs. WPB Saturday, Apr 18 2009 

So, when it gets late at night and I should be asleep, strange things happen. Like this poem. Wrote it, and have made minimal corrections and now have been humming various tunes with it, hoping one will work out.

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Zombie Apocalyse vs. Westminster Polka Band

The great zombie apocalypse fell right apart

When the Westminster polka band got its big start.

There was Jack on the banjo and Jill on the flute,

Ex-accordion Jimmy brought out his spare lute,

And the drums were all Matthew, while Steve had the tuba.

So they decked themselves out in their zombie-proof scuba (suits)

And cavorted their way to the top of the tower

Where lopsided Ben chimed out random-ass hours,

And they set themselves down and they started to play

(As the lute/banjo polka bands play to this day).

 

Now, they really just hoped to go out with some class,

But the moment their music fell onto the mass

Of flesh-eating zombies, a miracle came,

For each corpse started shaking as flesh left its frame,

Until, of the zombies, not one could still bite.

And, my Lord, what rejoicing in London that night!

And the Westminster polka’s revered to this day

For that’s why the zombie plague vanished away.

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*frowns at the meter* This was supposed to be  anapestic tetrameter couplets (two rhymed lines with four sets of da da DUM each). There are enough substitutions that . . . it might not be any more. *changes mood and bounces in happiness* But if you have any better suggestions for lines, or ideas about what the Westminster Polka Band should continue to do, or a way to set it to music, I would be glad to hear it! (I should really put it to polka music but . . . should have reversed the beat structure for that. OOM pah pah, and all that. *grin*  

I Phail. Thursday, Apr 16 2009 

So I’ve never done the butterfly.  You know what I mean – in swimming, that one particular style that involves the arms and legs to work in funky ways, and your arms come up out of the water, and other crazy things as you surge forward through the water looking all cool and knowledgable in how to swim.  (…ok, this may be just that I don’t know how to do it).  But basically, my friend came with me to my swim for once, so I figured I’d ask her to help teach me.  So she describes (complete with demonstration), and I decide to try…

And thus, I phail.

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