Halloween Discoveries

It transpires that if you put on a little make-up, slap on a prom dress, and liberally sprinkle glitter in your cleavage, people are a lot happier to see you. Who woulda thunk it?

Happy Halloween

I hope you all are dressed up like the dark creatures of the night you are, and are eating lots and lots of sweet things! Like candy. Or babies.

I'm wearing horns, wings, and a prom dress. Ironically, this is all stuff I wear all the time, just not together.

Sweet Belig! I'm typing this

Sweet Belig!
I'm typing this on my computer! Yeah, that's right, it's back, baby. I'd like to give shout-outs to Neal, Jason, and Phil and Scott, my CS boys. I didn't even lose any data. Life is good.

Cyn's Life: Continuing to Suck

So, I've established that my windows partition is at least still there, and I'm currently trying to reinstall Windows 98 so I can get at it. The problem: The CD I borrowed from my friend refuses to accept my product code, or any of the product codes the good people at Gateway gave me. Why? Because God Hates Cynthia. I'd ask myself why, but, frankly, I can think of about 20 or 30 thousand reasons for God to hate me just off the top of my head.

New sucky news: My power might be turned off, thanks to my landlord not giving us electricity bills! Whoooo! It's exciting to be me, I tell you.

Fortunately, loud punk music helps. God bless the Donnas. Do you want to hit it, indeed.

Wisdom Evolves Seemlessly

This is my creative writing professor. He is a national book award finalist. Also, he is funny.

Glue To Fix a Broken Girl

ingrediants:

• 1 Codiene
• several bowls of pot
• 1 showing of Zoolander (Stupid, yet very amusing.)
• 1 Midori Sour
• 1 Bloody Mary
• Several smidges of opium.
• Good cds. (Suggested: Arab Strap, Marcy Playground, Eels)

Mix all of these together in girl in the order that they are listed. Some of the pot may be saved and mixed with opium if desired. Let girl make lots of lists on her blog if she so wishes. She likes lists.

I think from now on I should show up to all of my classes looking langerous and reeking of opium. My plan is to have tousled hair and dark eye make-up, and possibly a sensible amount of glitter. In class, I shall look distracted and tired, and I may suck on my fingers. I feel this will improve my grades significantly.

Reasons My Life Sucks, III

• I fell down crossing the street and scraped my knee.

Reasons My Life Sucks, II

• My back just decided to cause me a lot of pain for no reason. God hates me, people. (But Codiene loves me.)

Reasons My Life Sucks

• My computer is still broken. I can't find my stupid lilo.conf file. I think it might be gone. I don't know. I think maybe I should just reinstall windows. Unless that will make everything worse. I don't know. I miss my Baby.
• I can't hook my linux box up to the internet, because we have no ethernet cord.
• I can't check the email from this site at home, because it goes to my computer science internet account, which I can't telnet to anymore. Since none of my computer currently have internet, I can't install/use an ssh client. You can email me here
• I found out today that apparently my work this summer paid me for two weeks I didn't actually work, and now they say I owe them nine hundred dollars. Nine hundred dollars, people. I don't have that kind of money. Or any kind of money, really.
• Nobody loves me, everybody hates me, I'm going to go eat worms.

Random

Bought So Far

• New shoes! New shoes! With skulls on them! Skulls! So frigging cute. And I needed new shoes. This is a sensible purchase, I swear it.
• Shirt w/ girl on swing graphic, reading "I Swing Both Ways". Necessary for my lifestyle, I feel. Julie has decided that it is the traditional garb of Bisexual Island.
• Lots and lots of used books. I was running out of things to read, and well, you know, used books.
• The new Francesca Lia Block book out in paperback. She is a mad crazy genius, you should read her books. You'll have to sneak into the kids section to buy them, but that just means that they cost less.
• A glass pipe. You know, for fine tobacco products.
• Glitter. The kids love the glitter.
• Eye liner. I am a freak.
• Mascara.
• Lipstick. As part of the make-up adventure.
• A feathered mask. I am tourist. I have no excuse.
• Lighter shaped like female torso, w/ light up nipples.
• Food. We are cooking for ourselves here, which is fun, but the only available tofu sucks.
• Various alcoholic beverages.

I'm off to stalk The Lost Bayou Boys tonight. We saw them in some bar on Bourbon street yesterday, all random like, and the roomies and I agree that they can find themselves in our bayous anytime. Especially the fiddler. Mmmmm, mmmm, hot fiddler boy.

The Promised Make-up Adventure

So, Saturday Julie, Em and I all set out to explore the French Quarter. It was Julie's 21st birthday, and also a rather hot day, and so we were sipping various daquiris as we went along. It was thus that we ended up slightly tipsy and in a body shop like store somewhere in the French Quarter. I was commenting to Em that I would probably have a hell of a time finding lipstick that wouldn't clash with my hair if I ever wore make-up, and one of the teenage salesgirls overheard us. Next thing I know, they've made me over and I have a face full of make-up. So I've decided to explore this crazy world of cosmetics. I actually bought lipstick, and Em's teaching me how to put on eye make-up. It is quite a thing, believe you me.

Life in New Orleans

I'm blogging from the hostel, where we have one of them there internet machines where you pay ten cents a minute and get your email fix. I've gotten one email so far, and it was from a listserve I'm on. Lame-o.

Spent yesterday wandering around the French Quarter. I bought stupid tourist crap, including a lighter shaped like a nekkid lady. Her nipples light up when you light the lighter. It is rad.

Yesterday was Julie's 21st, so as you might imagine, we had quite a time.

If you're even in New Orleans, India House hostel is the place to be.

Remind me later to tell you about crazy make-up adventures.

I'm Soooo Drunk

Is probably what I'd probably be saying for the next week if I was blogging from New Orleans. But I'm most like not going to be, so instead you can just pretend that's what I'm saying every day.

In the meantime, you can visit the way cool Jason and Melinda.

Have fun, kids.

Today

Good Things

• Hello Kitty vibrator arrived.
• Got check from parents in mail, all random and surprising like.
  
• 98 on Human-Computer Interactions midterm.
• Hug from CuteGirl.

• Computer still broken.
• 67 on Programming Languages midterm.
• All in a tizzy over leaving for fall break.

Update II

Well, my computer problems have driven me to drink. (And smoke pot. And snort painkillers.) I think I may have been going to write more, but damned if I remember what it was.

Update

My computer: still fuct.
Me: Still in the midst of midterms.
Blogging: Not so much.
Drinking: Yes, please.

In case there's a computer genius reading this: I need to get LILO off my computer. Everyone says that what I need to do to do this is boot from a Win 98 boot disk and run fdisk /mbr. When I do this, I get a message that says "No fixed disks present." If you tell me how to fix my computer, I will give you a present, I promise. A really, really great present.

Oh, also I'm over my quota on the account where I'm hosting this page. Despite just deleting shitloads of things in order to be under quota.

Life: Kind of sucking.

Cyn Breaks Computer

You see, the thing is . . . I had this linux partition on my computer that never worked for various reasons. Then I got a whole entire linux machine, so today I was procrastinating studying for my exams tomorrow, and I was like "I know! I'll get rid of that partition, freeing up space on my drive! I am a genius!" So I used partition magic to get rid of the partitions, and now when my computer boots it gets as far as the part where it says "LILO BOOT", (Actually, it gets to "LI") and then freezes.

So I called my ex-boyfriend-who-goes-to-Caltech, and he wasn't home, but his roommate was, so I explained my predicament to his roommate, and he said that this was a common problem, and that things had gotten moved on my computer and that LILO was still there and looking and couldn't find them (which was what I figured). So he said that I needed to get a windoze boot disk and run this sys program. So now I'm searching for a windoze 98 boot disk.

Procrastination technique: A little better than I actually desired.

I Am A Robot

Today is Study for Midterms day, so I've spent all day so far sitting in my room, under artificial light, staring at my computer screen, listening to CDs, with the heat on. I went outside to smoke a cigarette, and baby, it's cold outside! Quite a shock. Thank goodness there's nothing actually natural about my environment. I love the climate control, yes I do.

gIMPy

The more I look at this, the more it frightens me. It's lots of softcore porn pictures with Tux, the Linux pengiun, photoshopped in. My favorite is this one.

I'm actually vaguelly offended that they couldn't find geek girls willing to pose half naked with linux paraphenalia. I'd be willing to do it. But I guess when the whole point is that you can't even look at naked women without having to involve linux in some way, you're far too big a geek to view them as actual people, or approach them for that sort of a project.

And they wonder why there aren't more girls in CS.

Things That Are Good

• Toast with butter and honey.
• When squirrels are climbing down trees and they're all upside-down.
• Marilyn Hacker Poetry.
• Beer.
• A.S. Byatt Books.
• Salsa.
• Cheese.
• My roommates.
• Email.
• Rad Halloween packages from my Mommy.
• The 99 Cents Store.
• When classes end half an hour early and so you get to go home for the first time all day.
• Dogs.
• Fake Fur.
• Bobby pins.
• Wings.
• My Smoking Bunny sticker.
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Disapointment

The top three things people appear to come here looking for are porn, drugs, and Hello Kitty, not necessarily in that order.

I should be leading a more interesting life.

Food

I made myself the best lunch in the world today. A sandwich with chevre and tofu cooked in soy sauce and sesame oil, with a side salad of tomatoes and artichoke hearts with feta. It is good to be me.

How am I getting all this fancy ass food, you ask? Well, you see, Oberlin won't let me eat off board, so I'm getting it from my eating co-op. No, I'm not sure how the co-op is getting it. Perhaps it will be explained later.

Poor, Poor Me

Party hopping Friday, Queer Party last night (They're the best parties on campus, you know.), Liz's party in half an hour. Will I ever return to the world of the not-hungover? Not when there are cute girls to kiss and alcoholic beverages to be consumed!

Midterm studying bedamned!

I Don't Want To Study

I just want to play. And plot new adventures.

In the CS Lab

I can't tell the hum of the computers from the rustling of falling leaves.

Having Em's Baby, II

Emily and I have decided we're going to name the baby Astrolabe, after the baby of Heloise and Ablebard. It's a middle ages thing.

I was a little concerned about that name leading to little Astrolabe being teased at school, but then I realized that after spending nine months in my womb, he's going to come out with three heads or something anyway, and between that and having two mommys, there's really no reason not to give him an odd name.

Like Watching a Car Wreck

I found SpandexWear.Com while looking for wings on the internet (I love the wings and the internet shopping), and it was like watching a car wreck . . . So many questions . . . Like, okay, a mummy suit I can understand, if you're into that, but why that fabric? Why, Lord, Why?

The lame jokes and semi-denial of the fact that they're running what's obviously a fetish service is also kind of amusing. They're kind of like "It's just a pony costume! You know, like for Halloween. And it's made out of spandex. And it's got a crotch zipper. So you can go to the bathroom! What's weird about that?"

Having Em's Baby

Cyn: My back hurts.
Julie: Maybe you're pregnant.
Cyn: Maybe. It's upperback pain, though.

My roommates have to stop beating me in my sleep. Or impregnating me in my sleep. Either one, it's got to stop.

Who's Your Daddy?

Blogger Kids: Does it ever feel like Ev's our Dad? Think about it - He has Evhead, where he really doesn't tell you that much about how he's feeling, but he posts neato stuff we might be interested in. ("Hey kids, thought you might find this interesting!") He's always tinkering around with Blogger, just like your dad might spend his time out in the garage, tinkering around with the plumbing or something. ("It took all night, but the garbage disposal, I mean the new script, works!") He's always putting up those reassuring messages on the front of Blogger. ("I have a plan!" "A plan, Daddy? A plan for what, Daddy? Why do we need a plan, Daddy?")

Whenever he comes up with some wacky new Blogger thing, doesn't it just kind of feel like he's just offered to take you to the zoo next Saturday? ("I can update from my cellphone, Ev? From anywhere? On my cellphone? Can I see the monkeys, Daddy? Can I? Can I? I want to see the monkeys, Daddy! And update my blog! On the cellphone! In front of the monkeys! Can I, Daddy? Can I? Can I?)

Hello Cancer

I forgot to mention . . . I also bought a Hello Kitty Cigarette Lighter, so I can have a cigarette after Hello Kitty rocks my world.

I need to be careful not to take this whole thing too far. I mean, I love the sheer wackiness of the Hello Kitty world, and I kind of want to go to Japan just to get really cool Hello Kitty shit, since apparently they don't feel the need to put Hello Kitty only on things that are suitable for children. But it is important to remember that if I end up wearing a Hello Kitty shirt and Hello Kitty pants and sleeping in a Hello Kitty bed in a Hello Kitty House, I will not be cool and quirky, I will be a big freak.

And Lord knows, we don't want that happening.

Joys of Smokerdom

Wheezing feels a little bit like purring.

Hello Clitoris

I am now the proud owner of a Hello Kitty "Massager". Yeah, that's right, I found it on eBay, and now it's mine! My life is now complete. Well, my life will be complete, once it gets here. Until then, I will just have to have fond, fond dreams about my new girlfriend, Hello Kitty.

Addendum

Went to Queer Night at the campus disco, which also happened to be quarter beers. Five beers, lots of dancing, and one hot girl spotting later, I am less bitter. Of course, I did not approach said hot girl, since I am a loser and have no idea how to approach anyone. Talked to one of her friends who I happen to know through random circumstance. He was like "You like pussy, right? You have a pussy, right? You should go hit on her!" Since my idea of hitting on someone pretty much equals a drunken blow job, I didn't. But it does mean there's someone crushable on campus, which is exciting. Plus, I think she's in my Queer Film class.

Also, I danced my little ass off with my friends, which is what it's all about. Screw guys, I just have to dance.

Show Me Love

Show Me Love, or Fucking Amal, as it's called in countries that aren't as prudish as America, is this totally cute Swedish movie about fourteen-year-old lesbians. It's really about just about every relationship I've ever had with a girl, since it's about this cute young dyke who falls in love with a girl who likes her too, but can't handle all of society's bullshit, and so has to break her heart repeatidly and then go have sex with some random dude. Only it's a movie, so it has a happy ending.

So I left the movie and I was like "Arrrrggghh!" all stomping across campus to go home. Of course, this also happens to be the only time I left my house today. My life is totally boring, I need to start fucking someone. Only then we would inevitably break up, and they'd just be another ex tracking me down so they can pretend to be interested in my boring-ass life. Maybe eventually we'd get drunk and have ex-sex. Oooh! Exciting!

All I want is some girly action. I go to school at the fucking queer mecca of the Eastern United States. Why are all the girls either straight or total nutballs?

(Cyn apologizes for excessive bitterness.)

From "The Collected Stories of Russel Banks"

"One of the most difficult things to say to another person is, I hope that you will love me for no good reason. But it is what we all want and rarely dare to say to one another - to our children, to our parents and mates, to our friends, and to strangers. Especially to strangers, who have neither good nor bad reasons to love us. And it's why we tell each other stories that we pray will be transformed in the telling by that angel on the roof, made believable and about us all, no matter who we are to another and who we are not."

Arrrrgghhh

I woke up at twelve today. Bad slacker girl! Bad!

Life Is Strange

I went on Instant Messenger today for the first time in months, mainly because I needed something to distract me while I proof-read a Computer Science Lab. (The professor cannot seem to master that whole wacky its/it's dichotomy. It's quite annoying.)

I remembered why I dislike AIM: It means people can contact me. I mean, with a few exceptions (Hey, Christy from Junior High!) if I don't make an effort to stay in touch with you, there's a reason. Usually, it's either because you annoy me or because you frighten me.

My ex-boyfriend who I have not talked to in like, six years IMed me. This guy was my first ever boyfriend, way back in seventh grade, and we dated for like, two weeks. I'm not sure we even kissed. So first he made me guess who he was, giving me clues like "I'm your ex-boyfriend" and "We haven't talked in a long time," and "We dated a really long time ago," and I guessed like, six different ex-boyfriends before I finally guessed right. (It's a good thing he didn't just say ex - that boy would have been in for a surprise.) Then he was like "I didn't think you'd remember me!" and I was kind of like "Then why did you make me guess, asshole?" but I didn't say it. So we talk for like, five minutes, and then he has to go, but he gives me his webpage before he goes.

My first ever boyfriend is now . . . an asian gansta. And I mean that in the big pants wearin', jungle music lovin', phat beats spinnin', most likely e takin' sense. Yes, that's right, my ex-boyfriend is now . . . DJ Richy Duce.

I don't think this will ever stop being funny. Ever.

That's Not Cool, Man

So, I finally got around to opening my bank statement from August today. It was actually sent to my parents, thanks to craziness and the fact that my bank sucks, and I got it a couple of weeks ago and didn't feel like opening it until now. There's a big post-it note on the front that says "Miss you, Mom" and about halfway down the page there's a charge for thirty dollars from "Le Sex Shoppe, Pasadena".

Do you think my mommy would feel better if she knew it was for whippits?

Barristas

What's up with this word, yo? I hear it, and I think "Mexican revolutionary" not "coffee shop employee". Is Starbucks hiring anarchists now? They should at least be socialists or something. I'd like my coffee to be served in solidarity, please. And also, could it not be four dollars? Thanks.

Some Days

Some days it feels like the end of the world. Not in a sudden way, not in a bad day way, but in a gradual, surreal way.

Some days your mom calls to tell you that your country is bombing Afghanistan, and she sounds like she's crying, and you realize that she is just as powerless as you. It's a lot to take, all in one moment.

Some days the beetles that look like lady bugs come, and they are everywhere and they bite everyone, and it just seems like another subtle way everything is wrong.

Some days you read that your president said "Today we focus on Afghanistan, but the battle is broader. Every nation has a choice to make. In this conflict, there is no neutral ground. If any government sponsors the outlaws and killers of innocence, they have become outlaws and murderers themselves. And they will take that lonely path at their own peril." You think "Jesus Christ, I've heard more responsible, reasonable statements on the PowerPuff Girls. Who the hell elected this monkey?" Then you realize that no one did, that this is just one more case of your voice and your vote not being heard, even when you did everything you could.

Some days the news is making it very clear that it's not cool to criticize the United States at all right now, and it makes you sad, because you thought that this sort of patriotic jingoism belonged to another era.

Some days everything is exactly the same in your tiny little college town, the sun still shines, students still work, you still wash the dishes, but everyone knows that somewhere people are dying.

The Secrets of Cats

I went to a party last night, which of course entailed a lot of time sitting on the porch and smoking. At one point a cat joined us on the porch, apparently seeking shelter from the rain. A bunch of us were discussing the cat, and its relative cuteness, motives, relationship to the house, etc., when a guy who hadn't been talking spoke up.

"You know, cats have the eyes of God," he said, as though it were the most matter of fact thing in the world.

"Um, how so?" said I.

"Have you ever looked into a cat's eyes? They're beautiful. God gave cats his eyes because they're scavengers and (long random exposition about how great cats are)" continued the guy.

"Um, yes," I said. Then I leaned over to my friend Neal and whispered the word "nutball".

However, I did come to the conclusion that dogs are etards and cats are trippers. Think about it.

With Skunks

My roommate Emily says you should write "with skunks" on things that are pretentious. Apparently, this is a family joke of hers. I'm not sure exactly what it means, but Em is the coolest girl in the world, so I would do what she says if I were you.

Dental Hygiene Is Important

My toothbrush is shaped like a skater. I'm not even kidding. It's a little plastic dude in a t-shirt and cargo pants, on a skate board, and there's a toothbrush coming out of his backpack. It's kind of the coolest thing on earth.

(Yes, it's 3:30 in the morning on a Friday night, and I'm drunk and bloging about my toothbrush. It's okay, because I have the internet in my room.)

Facelift

It's a new look, baby. What do you think?

Health Issues

So, just how bad is it if you're coughing up chunky stuff? I mean, I don't think that the chunks are actual pieces of my lungs or anything. I coughed up something rubbery this summer, which was definitely odd, but that hasn't happened lately. It's just, you know, got a varied consistancy.

Smoking is good for me, right? Right?

Jealous? You Should Be

So, not only did I get internet in my room today, I also got Bedazzler supplies. Yes, that's right, I own a Bedazzler, and now I have rhinestones and studs for it. Soon, I will have a Bedazzled Trotsky shirt.

I'm living in the best of all possible worlds here, people.

My Roommate Is Cool

Julie wrote a really cool letter to the president, and so I decided to put it up on here.

Coming soon: More peace rally photos!

Julie's Letter To The President

October 1, 2001

Dear Mr. President,

This past Saturday, I joined thousands of my fellow Americans on Freedom Plaza in Washington, DC. I would like to take this opportunity to tell you a little bit about the reasons behind that gathering. I was there with many different groups who held to many different ideological principals, but who all came together in agreement about at least these things:

1) We were all deeply affected by the attacks on September 11th and many of us are still grieving.

2) We do not believe that a war is the answer to these attacks.

3) We believe that any racist backlash resulting from the attacks should not be tolerated.

4) We do not want our civil liberties to come into jeopardy in the wake of the tragedy.

5) We all felt better represented by the speakers and home-made signs and banners in the plaza on Saturday than we do by our elected government officials right now.

Most major media sources that are reporting on what happened on Saturday are reporting largely on the 3,000 individuals who came together to protest the IMF and WTO. This was a separate gathering that did not have a permit and one that did not represent the ideas of the people assembled in Freedom Plaza. It was a completely unconnected, less organized protest. Our gathering was not a protest. How could we protest something that has not happened? Ours was a pro-active rally for peace and a place for all different groups to express their opinions about why America should not go to war.

Many people came out to counter-demonstrate our rally. These people called us traitors. They told us we were un-American and un-patriotic. By creating an organized, peaceful forum to express our ideas about our government and how we think our elected officials should act in our names, we were doing the most patriotic thing we could do. We were expressing ideas that go against the majority opinion, but we were also acting under basic American principals. We were exercising our freedom of speech and, in doing so, we were contributing intelligently to the discussion that is going on all over this country to answer the question, "What next?"

We oppose war; that much is clear. But what can anyone offer as an alternative? In answer to this question, I say that in order to avoid using violence in our defense, we have to put ourselves in another mindset. I ask you to consider what violence accomplishes. Violence evokes grief and anger, two emotions with which every American is now painfully familiar. Violence creates an urge for retaliation and revenge. Someone has committed violent acts against us and we continue to experience these feelings as a nation. If we react with more violence, we would certainly make an example of our military prowess, but at the same time, we would evoke these same feelings of grief and anger in other people and nations. We would be perpetuating a cycle of violence, thus beginning a war that has no foreseeable end. I believe that true courage lies in nonviolence. If we were to fight back with the idea that too many have already died and that no human beings deserve the kind of pain that has been inflicted upon us, we would able to do so much more good than we could ever accomplish with the use of weapons and bombs and the sacrifice of our children. People say that America has a responsibility to lead others because it is so strong. If we want to take the lead in the fight against terrorism, I say do it with nonviolence and set an example to all other nations. Put your best spin doctors on it and make America the crusader for peace. In many of your speeches, you have invoked the biblical terms "good" and "evil." Isn't it true that the Bible teaches that nonviolence is the ultimate good?

Terrorists committed these crimes against us, using violence to get their message across. And we're still arguing over what that message is: Do they hate us because they are jealous of our freedoms? Or is it because our foreign policies need reexamining? No one can say for sure. Violence strikes each person differently because it takes individual lives. Nonviolence, on the other hand, is capable of sending a universal message that is resolute in the face of personal interpretation. Nonviolence does not mean not acting at all. It means not reacting with violence. It means using rhetoric to the height of its power. It means exerting severe self-control.

Though you may not personally agree with the message sent by those of us who came to Freedom Plaza on Saturday, you have a responsibility as our leader to consider our opinions as objectively as possible. You should also consider that the group of 10,000 or so people who gathered at the plaza only represents a fraction of people in this nation who share our opinions. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Julie

I Have The Internet In My Room!

Hey, guess what's in my room? It's sweet, sweet internet candy!

Hey, guess who is the studliest stud of them all, cause she set up her router to fuck over the Cable Co-op? It's me!

Hey, guess where I'm writing this from? The computer lab! Know why? Cause I can look at porn on the internet in my room! Because it's the internet and it's in my room! Life doesn't get any better than this, baby.

Cyn Is Queen of All Media

Also, there's a picture of the cute punker boy at International Action Center. Not that I'm stalking him or anything. (Cute punker boy, are you out there? What's your name? Where are you from? Do you want to come over to my house and play riot cop and anarchist?)

Peace Rally Pictures

Here are pictures from the 9-29-01 ANSWER Peace Rally in Washington, DC. Because I know you want them.

The Most Disturbing Thing In The World

One of the latest searches to find my site, according to the referral log: "mommy phone sex".

I shower and shower, but I never get clean.

The Best Part of Being Sick

Is spitting. I mean, sure, I could spit all the time, but it's much better when you're spitting out part of your lung. It's just more forceful. I take a great delight in walking around, hacking and spitting.

I remain, as always, a delicate flower and lovely specimen of womanhood.

Pictures! Pictures!

Jason, who is definitely the coolest kid on the block, has put up screen shots from the video at the Washington Post. Just in case you needed a little more Cyn in your life.