cuttlefish are my favorite and they look like little aliens. if i had stuck with marine biology (my first major in college, after high school) i would have studied the cuttlefish, and all cephalopods, really. this includes octopuses (another favorite), nautiluses and squids. cuttlefish are interesting because not only are they intelligent but no other animal can change colors and body shape like they do.
nova also did a great documentary on the cuttlefish: Kings of Camouflage
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
1979
1979. i was a year old. i already have a favorite album: "Bad Girls" by Donna Summer. yes, i'm serious, you can ask my mom. my parents nicknamed me "boogie baby" and i had a Wonder Woman-themed onesie.
this past weekend jamie talked me into going to a 1979-themed homo party up in the NE. i was content to be playing Sims 3 for the rest of the night but she was probably right, i should not be such a nerd and socialize. right after i tell her i'm going, jamie runs upstairs and proudly brings me down a pair of short shorts to wear. those of you who know me know i don't wear short shorts. ever. ok, maybe my boxers but that's at home, only. so i put these shorts on and i feel naked. i never show that much leg. maybe for a good reason, they are super pale. at least all the bike riding means i have toned legs. i can feel good about that. jamie also let me borrow her 70's white knee socks. i felt a little better with the socks, not totally naked anymore. i think my skin was as white as the socks. i don't have any cute 70's themed shirts so it was a white shirt with blue. jamie and i show off our costumes to althee and althee screams that i need an afro. my hair was almost an afro anyway so sure, why not. althee takes out a comb, hair spray and her blow dryer and starts getting my hair big...big...bigger. i haven't seen it this big since my sidekick steve teased it up in high school. althee finished her handiwork and i had a good-sized afro. honestly, it took her maybe 10 minutes to do it. we took pictures soon after, because this had to be recorded. i'll post a picture soon. i was still feeling retarded. maybe it was the lack of a cool 70's shirt, or my afro, or the whole outfit? or that i was going out in public like this. i was so glad i wasn't interested in catching any girl's interest because it was not going to happen looking like this.
jamie and i left with our sports bottle full of "club car" which is vodka and a mixer. the mixer was gatorade because we're sporty. i looked like richard simmons.
we roll into the party and people are dancing. 70's music is playing. people are looking in our direction and we start dancing. not for them, just to the music. i have to warm up if i'm going to show off at all. one-two-one-two. we started busting out aerobic moves and i elbow some girl next to me. smooth. it's okay, i have an afro. pay no mind. i think an afro excuses any awkward behavior. jamie and i wander off the "dance floor" which was really just the dining room, and head outside talking about how great it is being at a NE party that doesn't smell like an armpit. what is it with the ladies up there? deodorant. it's ok, you can wear it. shave those pits! i digress, that's a whole other post. back to me and jamie: we go outside.
that made it sound like something exciting was about to happen: we go outside. unfortunately nothing exciting happened. we stood outside; everyone was posing and cruising everyone else. some girl ran up to another girl behind me yelling "hey! i know you! i slept with you!" i'm guessing she didn't get a name. they walked away to make out in a corner somewhere. jamie and i hung out with elisabeth, her twin, her twin's girlfriend and some dude who introduced himself but i forgot his name right after he said it. ran into claude-anne and found out she's a dancer now to pay for her schooling to be a CPA. she said it's been liberating, especially the lap dances. i would imagine so, dancing naked in front of strangers could be liberating. i told her it's too bad the dancers in portland couldn't be unionized like san francisco and maybe she should work on that. i added that she would get paid more without having to do those "special" things. i was also noticing there were only about 10 of the 100 or so people dressed up for this. i'm glad jamie and i brought it. we only had a couple compliments. come on. afro!
back to the party. the yard was cool. it had a deck and the bottom portion of the deck was built around the fire pit. that's clever. we danced some more. the dj started playing hip hop. of course, what's a lesbian party without hip hop. i thought this was 1979? where's the disco? i didn't hear any donna summer. i didn't even hear anything from saturday night fever, anita ward or the bee gees. maybe because most of these kids were born in the 80's and maybe even a couple of them were born in the early 90's. *gasp* they have no idea.
jamie was starving so we left just after 1:00. i was ready to dance some more but i was feeling a little tired and i'm a wrinkle so i need my beauty sleep. my hair was also starting to fall and the sides were bigger than the top and if i had a miniature hat i could be a clown. so it was time to go. put the hair to bed.
this past weekend jamie talked me into going to a 1979-themed homo party up in the NE. i was content to be playing Sims 3 for the rest of the night but she was probably right, i should not be such a nerd and socialize. right after i tell her i'm going, jamie runs upstairs and proudly brings me down a pair of short shorts to wear. those of you who know me know i don't wear short shorts. ever. ok, maybe my boxers but that's at home, only. so i put these shorts on and i feel naked. i never show that much leg. maybe for a good reason, they are super pale. at least all the bike riding means i have toned legs. i can feel good about that. jamie also let me borrow her 70's white knee socks. i felt a little better with the socks, not totally naked anymore. i think my skin was as white as the socks. i don't have any cute 70's themed shirts so it was a white shirt with blue. jamie and i show off our costumes to althee and althee screams that i need an afro. my hair was almost an afro anyway so sure, why not. althee takes out a comb, hair spray and her blow dryer and starts getting my hair big...big...bigger. i haven't seen it this big since my sidekick steve teased it up in high school. althee finished her handiwork and i had a good-sized afro. honestly, it took her maybe 10 minutes to do it. we took pictures soon after, because this had to be recorded. i'll post a picture soon. i was still feeling retarded. maybe it was the lack of a cool 70's shirt, or my afro, or the whole outfit? or that i was going out in public like this. i was so glad i wasn't interested in catching any girl's interest because it was not going to happen looking like this.
jamie and i left with our sports bottle full of "club car" which is vodka and a mixer. the mixer was gatorade because we're sporty. i looked like richard simmons.
we roll into the party and people are dancing. 70's music is playing. people are looking in our direction and we start dancing. not for them, just to the music. i have to warm up if i'm going to show off at all. one-two-one-two. we started busting out aerobic moves and i elbow some girl next to me. smooth. it's okay, i have an afro. pay no mind. i think an afro excuses any awkward behavior. jamie and i wander off the "dance floor" which was really just the dining room, and head outside talking about how great it is being at a NE party that doesn't smell like an armpit. what is it with the ladies up there? deodorant. it's ok, you can wear it. shave those pits! i digress, that's a whole other post. back to me and jamie: we go outside.
that made it sound like something exciting was about to happen: we go outside. unfortunately nothing exciting happened. we stood outside; everyone was posing and cruising everyone else. some girl ran up to another girl behind me yelling "hey! i know you! i slept with you!" i'm guessing she didn't get a name. they walked away to make out in a corner somewhere. jamie and i hung out with elisabeth, her twin, her twin's girlfriend and some dude who introduced himself but i forgot his name right after he said it. ran into claude-anne and found out she's a dancer now to pay for her schooling to be a CPA. she said it's been liberating, especially the lap dances. i would imagine so, dancing naked in front of strangers could be liberating. i told her it's too bad the dancers in portland couldn't be unionized like san francisco and maybe she should work on that. i added that she would get paid more without having to do those "special" things. i was also noticing there were only about 10 of the 100 or so people dressed up for this. i'm glad jamie and i brought it. we only had a couple compliments. come on. afro!
back to the party. the yard was cool. it had a deck and the bottom portion of the deck was built around the fire pit. that's clever. we danced some more. the dj started playing hip hop. of course, what's a lesbian party without hip hop. i thought this was 1979? where's the disco? i didn't hear any donna summer. i didn't even hear anything from saturday night fever, anita ward or the bee gees. maybe because most of these kids were born in the 80's and maybe even a couple of them were born in the early 90's. *gasp* they have no idea.
jamie was starving so we left just after 1:00. i was ready to dance some more but i was feeling a little tired and i'm a wrinkle so i need my beauty sleep. my hair was also starting to fall and the sides were bigger than the top and if i had a miniature hat i could be a clown. so it was time to go. put the hair to bed.
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