This weeks was like being slapped in the face with my own hand, which wasn't actually too bad because I moisturize. Then the week got better. And then my futon turned on me, so it was bad again.
Me: Hello my dear, beautiful futon to whom I am so grateful. Let me reclineth against your “really dirty because the cat sheds and I accidentally give away my dust-buster charger to GoodWill but that’s okay because someone is probably wearing it as a makeshift belt right now” cushions, that I might starteth my German homework.
Futon: Nope. I gonna fold you.
And it did.
I would have asked Ryan to take a picture, but as the futon folded me in half, I forgot that it was just a futon, and for about 4 seconds, I thought that a fire-monster was trying to drag me to Hell. So Ryan did not have time to take a picture because of my instantaneous reaction to flail wildly, and also my new-found fear of futons means reenactment pictures are an impossibility.
WHITNEY’S SCIENCE CORNER
(That’s not really going to be a thing, but "Whitney's Science Corner" sounds like a place where kids would go to make fruit snacks out of Kool-Aid, and that's adorable.)
Today I am giving you an anatomy lesson, because anatomy is sexist, so I changed it.
This is Adam and Eve:
Why is it Lego Adam and Eve? It may be because all of the other pictures of Adam and Eve were super naked, and Lego naked does not strip away innocence as much as regular naked tends to do. OR, it may be that I believe that God intended everything to be very plastic and pointy, and after the fall of mankind, God let some guy create Legos so that man would see a glimpse of perfection: plastic stuff. Once again I have proved that Plastic > Paper.
Just in case you ARE offended by naked Legos, I added the black barbecause I care.
Adam and Eve each have their respective "neck bulges," which is referred to as the "Adam's Apple." But Eve has her own neck fruit, so I named it. Someone needs to keep track of how much I contribute to science, because it is a lot.
And now you are much more educated than before you read this blog. Actually, you're pre-educated because the "Eve's Peach" is ahead of its time and hasn't been accepted by the many science professors to whom I pleaded my case and called chauvinists. Then they were all, "Whitney, I'm a girl scientist and I teach computer science which really has nothing to do with naming body parts." And then I walked away because my attempt to use big words and my inability to distinguish between the various branches of science defeated me once again.
DEER
If you didn’t read last week’s post, go do that.
I had a couple people send me emails, and a couple people left comments like, “WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!? I CAN’T STAND NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT DEER POOPED AT YOU!” And I’m like, “Woah, read a book.”
But I will let you know what happened because I love all you weirdos so very much.
Nothing happened.
Well, I guess that's only kinda true. I came downstairs the other day and saw about 25 deer lining the perimeter of the house, and the next day, a deer sacrificed its body to damage my sister's boyfriend's car and when I found out, I whispered under my breath, "It's begun," and everyone was like, "what?" but I was too busy running upstairs to find my old fencing swords and a Nerf Gun. It wasn't until a few hours later that I realized that old fencing swords were not going to be enough protection because they have those little plastic balls on the tip, so if I stabbed the deer, he would be all like, "That was a lovely parry and thrust," and I'd be like, "Thank you, deer," and then I would die.
I'm kinda planning on waking up to this:
And I'll be all, "You can't call me that! Only my best friends call me that. And hold on a second while I grab my fencing sword that I totally destroyed because I tried to get the plastic ball off the top in anticipation for your attack. I also have this Nerf Gun, but the darts got bent when I stuck the suction cups to the door and tried to climb up them like Spider-Man, so they don't usually actually leave the gun, even when I push this little button. See? Also, I was going to eat this Pop Tart, but if giving it to you will postpone my death, you may have it."
-Whitney
Me: Hello my dear, beautiful futon to whom I am so grateful. Let me reclineth against your “really dirty because the cat sheds and I accidentally give away my dust-buster charger to GoodWill but that’s okay because someone is probably wearing it as a makeshift belt right now” cushions, that I might starteth my German homework.
Futon: Nope. I gonna fold you.
And it did.
WHITNEY’S SCIENCE CORNER
(That’s not really going to be a thing, but "Whitney's Science Corner" sounds like a place where kids would go to make fruit snacks out of Kool-Aid, and that's adorable.)
Today I am giving you an anatomy lesson, because anatomy is sexist, so I changed it.
This is Adam and Eve:
Why is it Lego Adam and Eve? It may be because all of the other pictures of Adam and Eve were super naked, and Lego naked does not strip away innocence as much as regular naked tends to do. OR, it may be that I believe that God intended everything to be very plastic and pointy, and after the fall of mankind, God let some guy create Legos so that man would see a glimpse of perfection: plastic stuff. Once again I have proved that Plastic > Paper.
Just in case you ARE offended by naked Legos, I added the black bar
Adam and Eve each have their respective "neck bulges," which is referred to as the "Adam's Apple." But Eve has her own neck fruit, so I named it. Someone needs to keep track of how much I contribute to science, because it is a lot.
And now you are much more educated than before you read this blog. Actually, you're pre-educated because the "Eve's Peach" is ahead of its time and hasn't been accepted by the many science professors to whom I pleaded my case and called chauvinists. Then they were all, "Whitney, I'm a girl scientist and I teach computer science which really has nothing to do with naming body parts." And then I walked away because my attempt to use big words and my inability to distinguish between the various branches of science defeated me once again.
DEER
If you didn’t read last week’s post, go do that.
I had a couple people send me emails, and a couple people left comments like, “WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!? I CAN’T STAND NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED AFTER THAT DEER POOPED AT YOU!” And I’m like, “Woah, read a book.”
But I will let you know what happened because I love all you weirdos so very much.
Nothing happened.
Well, I guess that's only kinda true. I came downstairs the other day and saw about 25 deer lining the perimeter of the house, and the next day, a deer sacrificed its body to damage my sister's boyfriend's car and when I found out, I whispered under my breath, "It's begun," and everyone was like, "what?" but I was too busy running upstairs to find my old fencing swords and a Nerf Gun. It wasn't until a few hours later that I realized that old fencing swords were not going to be enough protection because they have those little plastic balls on the tip, so if I stabbed the deer, he would be all like, "That was a lovely parry and thrust," and I'd be like, "Thank you, deer," and then I would die.
I'm kinda planning on waking up to this:
And I'll be all, "You can't call me that! Only my best friends call me that. And hold on a second while I grab my fencing sword that I totally destroyed because I tried to get the plastic ball off the top in anticipation for your attack. I also have this Nerf Gun, but the darts got bent when I stuck the suction cups to the door and tried to climb up them like Spider-Man, so they don't usually actually leave the gun, even when I push this little button. See? Also, I was going to eat this Pop Tart, but if giving it to you will postpone my death, you may have it."
-Whitney
