It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments Today was most excellent, yeah. Got some fruit in the mail thanks to the Units and those friendly folks at Harry and David of Medford, Oregon (since 1934). Pears, apples, oranges. Such a tasty, and also so totally not caf food (which lacks fruit, anyhow). Although, is there any particular reason why they wrap one of the fruits in each box with tissue paper and not all of them (or none of them, for that matter)? I’ve never understood this. Whatev, eh?

Well, today was pretty fun. Re-learned (or, as Frau would put it, re-learnt) the rules for the intransitive composite past in French today: ê´²e + participe pass鬠DRMRSVANDERTRAMP and that lot. Got an A in there (92,5 with M Robert’s eurodecimal) on the last test– looks like I’m on a good tsart for not having to take the final in there this semester.

Took a test in Hist 110 today. Ancient Near East: Sumer, Akkad, Babylon, Egypt, and Medo-Persia. Come on. I learn about this stuff for fun. Finished the 100 question test in about 15 or 20 minutes or so. HAHE ROBBLE ROBBLE 8D. Mr. Luke SNODGRASS! later agreed with me on the general ease of the test, so I shouldn’t be too “d00d |’m L337” about the whole thing.

Got back my test in Bible today. Eh. Good thing he makes this one worth a lot less than his others. Lecture is still over Genesis 1-4 in there, eventhough we just took a quiz over Exodus. We better not skip over Jacob and his kids and stuff, that’s my favorite part until like, Ezra and Nehemiah and the Medo-Persians and whatnot. Well, I guess Elijah is in Kings, right? Yeah, so that’s my next favorite part. 1 Ki 18:20ff, vavy.

Speaking of random and fun Bible verses, I ran across Gen 42:27 KJV the other day, which is quite fun. The Lamb Standard Quasiparaphrasal Version (LSQV) renders this as

25 So Joseph commanded their baggage be filled with grain, and to put back every man’s money into his baggage, and for food to be given them for their journey, which was done. 26 They lifted the grain onto their donkeys and walked off. 27 One of them opened his baggage to give food to his donkey while encamped, and he saw his money. So yeah, there it was, at the top of his baggage. 28 He said to his brothers, “My money has been put back, look in my sack!” They were faint of heart. They were terrified, saying to one another, “What is this that God has done to us?”

However, KJV is

25 Then Joseph commanded to fill their sacks with corn, and to restore every man’s money into his sack, and to give them provision for the way: and thus he did unto them.
26 And they laded their asses with the corn, and departed thence.
27 And as one of them opened his sack to give his ass provender in the inn, he espied his money; for, behold, it was in his sack’s mouth.
28 And he said unto his brethren, My money is restored; and, lo, it is even in my sack: an their heart failed them, and they were afraid, saying one to another, What is this that God hath done unto us?

Giving one’s ass provender also pops up in chapter forty-three. As soon as I saw this, I immediately knew that the verb-phrase “to give one’s ass provender” is the newest piece of neuflang, but I’m not sure as of yet what it means.

Spanish was more presentations. Dusty’s MOM came in during the afternoon, so the standard outhangage in Dusty’s room was sillier than usual. I went to sleep instead of going to dinner. Woke up, went to the basketball game with Dusty, Mrs. Hanes, Megan, and Zach, whole left at half-time. The Bisons blew a 25-point lead to lose 76 to 74. Come on. Uh, I can’t think of a way to end this paragraph, so I’ll say that Dusty and I had too much fun belittling the other team’s thrice-airballing point guard, or Megan’s hair looked nice, or something. Yeah, I’ll just end with ‘or something’. Or something.

Came back home after the game, started watching Barbershop with Dusty, got a pizza. Peperoni, mushroom, and extra cheese, since Pizza Pro’s sausage sucks. SNAUSAGES. Fuahaha.

Now, I say started watching Babershop with Dusty, because about halfway through the movie, Megan called. I mean, as funny as it is to listen to one half of a phone conversation, especially if that one half involves the personage of one Dusty Hanes, I have better things to do than stare at a freeze-frame of Cedric the Entertainer talking about how Rosa Parks didn’t do anything of particular importance, so I was off and up out and stuff.

Then I came in my room and started writing this. I’ve decided that the next blog entry title will be “I’m sure there is a relevent Mayer lyric for this situation”, because there always is. Or at least, I’m going to prentend like things are that way.