On Sexual Perversions, and the Lack Thereof

What this country needs is a perversion it can call its own. A national fetish, if you will. (RoyalCommissions don't count.) Maybe we should all just move to Newfoundland. After all, in every national survey ever conducted, Newfoundlanders rank as having--far and away--the most sex of any Canadians. They also rank as the friendliest people in Canada. Why are they so friendly? Because they want to have sex with you.

I really detest revision. I have no capacity for going over material that I didn't find interesting the first time. I don't understand how some people can sit for hours with their books and actually study. They must be faking it.
We need Matrix-style information transfer.

There was a great thing the paper this morning.

In the back of the Globe there is a section of facts and things called "Social Studies". There was one that said:
"It wouldn't be a festive day in Canada without some safety tips!" It then gave some advice about candles and stuff. I just thought it was really cute and accurate.

So, I'm looking up so historical first names popularity and I am pleased to say that I have found a time when Martha was in the top ten most popular names! The 1700s!

Sit back and read about how Emma and I have an ancestor in the Canterbury Tales!

Here, we see the list of people that the Physician has studied (in some capacity):

"Wel knew he the olde Esculapius,
And Deyscorides and eek Rufus,
Olde Ypocras, Haly, and Galyen,
Serapioun, Razis, and Avycen,
Averrois, Damascien, and Constantyn,
Bernard, and Gatesden, and Gilbertyn."

That's the Middle English, of course.
In my copy of the Tales (The Broadview Anthology) there is a annotation that explains who all these people are:
Gatesden is John Gaddesden (d. c. 1346) who was a court doctor to Edward II. Perhaps you can already see the similarity between "Gaddesden" and "Carscadden". I mean, that's essentially where I'm getting this from.

Here's a list of Carscadden name variations: Kiscadden, Gerscadden, Gearscadden, Kearscadden, Gorscadden, Corscadden, Kirkadden, Carcaden... blah, blah, blah. The root is Scaden, is my point.

So, are you convinced? I am.

My English professors this term are office buddies. They were both bitching about how the English Dept. wouldn't spring for answering machines on their phones lines in class. In the process of that my second prof mentioned that if we went to her office and we saw a "werid Lorcan" in there not to worry because they are office mates. Lorcan is my first prof! Now I know that they complain about not having an answering machine together. I find this cute.

Here - I took it again and this time he can't be changed! Haha! Except his name is different and I like it less, but that is fine. I wish we really did have daemons. That would be so sweet.

I've requested the function wherein you can decide if this is accurate of me, but keep in mind:
I am so down with this! Don't I always say that if I was an animal I would be a fox? I totally do.

I just got home from the Spice Girls concert. It was sweet as fuck! Just amazing.

I cried. There, I said it. There was one point when they were just standing there for a few beats before they sang "Mama" and I cried my eyes out (all the way to the end of the song).

Only a few questionable parts. They sang a bunch of non-Spice songs. Like, "Celebrate Good Times" and "We are Family" in a little medly part and I was not too down with that. I just couldn't help thinking about all of their own songs that they didn't sing that would have been cooler.
There is an exception to this criticism. All the girls did their own individual song and by and larger those were good. Geri sang "It's Raining Men" and Mel C sang her new single.
It should be noted that Victoria didn't sing in her individual part. In fact she didn't sing nearly as much as everyone else. And she is stiff as a board. I forgive her though because she's hilarious about it.

I've been making lots of changes to my schedule for next term. I'm trying to actually get on track toward this whole "graduating" thing that everyone keeps talking about.

I went out to the Surrey Passport office this morning. My Uncle John, who is currently living in Pentictionn (where there is no office) but works in Yemen, needed me to go pick up his new passport. That was great. I don't think I've ever been that far on the Skytrain before. Somehow I don't think that I was missing anything.
More shocking, however, than the one hour ride was the lines at the office! Holy shit. For those people actually getting passports (as opposed to picking them up) there were three different lines to wait in. One outside the tower, one in the elevator lobby of the office, and another (much larger) one in the office itself. Jesus, was I glad when I realized that I got to bypass all those lines. What a awful expeience that must be. Makes me think that I should renew my passport the slow way now so that if I need it I won't have to go through that.