Mirannity: A Blog of Randomness

"Imma be out with my Peas."

2010-07-03T16:31:00.000-04:00

There were many, many other lines to that song I could've chosen. But they required a tad bit more energy to draw. =D

Yeeeaahh....I'm bored.

~Anne

Fastweb Amuses Me

2010-07-03T16:06:00.001-04:00

Fastweb is highly useful. Or it would be useful if I bothered unlazifying myself enough to actually, you know, attempt to apply for some of those scholarships.

Anyway, some of those little checky-options-things on their "Edit Profile" page are.....*pause*....interesting? For lack of a more comprehensive word? (Odd?)

Or maybe I'm just a narrow-minded fool. But I have yet to meet or hear of anyone who's career objective is in "mortuary science." I mean, I understand that mortuary science is a legit career. Nevertheless, I think my eyebrow-raising at this option under "career objectives" is because I keep thinking of those days back in elementary school when we had to draw pictures of what we wanted to be when we grow up.....and picturing a small kid proclaiming through the lovely art medium that is Crayola that s/he wants to go into mortuary science.... This is moderately disturbing especially given the limited knowledge a second grader would have about what people in mortuary science do. Assuming the child actually knows that mortuary means.

Then again, I suppose Fastweb isn't geared towards second graders, so I just blahblahblah-ed for nothing. Oh well.

Incidentally, I'm convinced that Fastweb is attempting to help track down illegal immigrants. Why? Oh, because under "Personal Attributes" one of the options you can check is "Undocumented Immigrant." New method for finding illegal immigrants? Really, really, really dense illegal immigrants? o.0 Google tells me there are scholarships specifically for undocumented immigrants, but really. If I were an undocumented immigrant, I'd be kind of wary about checking "undocumented immigrant" on a scholarship search database.

~Anne

Bad Ice Cream Monster

2010-07-03T15:10:00.000-04:00

Grocery-store-brand ice cream is usually the nastiest, most-uncomfortable-to-eat ice cream ever. It's like squishing sugary foam. And ever since I discovered that its disturbing, unnatural-for-ice-cream quality of remaining unmelted after sitting out overnight is pretty much due to excessive ALGINATES from brown algae (LIKE GIANT SEAWEED), I've always pictured the "ice cream" with seaweed growing out of it like the snakes on Medusa's head. Alginates + Medusa = Alginusa.

And now grocery store brand ice cream freaks me out even more because I've managed to half-convince myself that it'll turn into a paralyzing monster by morning if left out. Sort of. *twitches*

~Anne

Squeetack

2010-06-17T12:40:00.000-04:00

So, I was at work in my lovely chem lab, and I came back to my computer and found this message from Anne.

Anne: I HAZ NEW WORD

"SQUEETACKING"!!!!

'tis fun to say

SQUEETAAAAAAAACK!

Um, what?

Anyway, so as you few readers may have noticed, our ads have disappeared. Google cut us off for "inflated ad clicking," (or something of the sort), so now we have been cut off from the AdSense program. We can appeal this, but... we may or may not be too lazy to do so. We shall see.

Maple Syrup

2010-06-10T20:06:00.000-04:00

As I may have mentioned in a previous entry or two, my roommate, Paige, is incapable of throwing things away. This includes not only a $1 box of sidewalk chalk, but also unused ramen noodle flavoring packets and a half-used bottle of maple syrup from last year. Paige, being the last of us to move out of our old on-campus apartment (since she is in band, and band plays at graduation, so she was permitted to stay in our residence for an additional week) kept everything any of us may have forgotten. The main topic of this post is, not the leftover ramen flavorings (though now that she's taken the trouble to keep them, I can't just throw them away immediately...), nor the sidewalk chalk, nor the random box of cornstarch (which actually initially belonged to a former roommate of mine and Emily's before we even lived with Paige), but, the maple syrup.

But first, a sidestory. Back in my senior year of high school, in my chemistry class, we were required to design a scientific experiment, then perform and write a lab report on it. Two of my friends (who at this point shall remain nameless) went back into the stockroom one day, and found a bottle of maple syrup that had expired in - I kid you not - 1997. I graduated high school 10 years after the expiration date of that syrup. Anyway, said nameless friends decided that they must do their experiment with this very, very old (possibly toxic if ingested) maple syrup.

Anyway, they decided to do an experiment studying the effect of the syrup's temperature on its viscosity. They used a hot plate to heat the syrup in a beaker, used a thermometer to record the temperature, then dropped a marble in the beaker and timed how long it took for the marble to hit the bottom of the beaker. Then they used some fancy math and equations to calculate the viscosity, and probably made some pretty graphs to draw the mind-boggling conclusion that, as the temperature of a solution increases, its viscosity decreases (basically, when you heat the syrup, it becomes thinner).

That's your geeky chemistry knowledge for the day.

Well, all did not go as planned, as one might expect (since, well, the story would be boring if it ended without a mishap). Nameless Friend 1 left the hot plate while the syrup was heating, leaving Nameless Friend 2 in charge of keeping an eye on things. Well, at some point, the syrup got too hot, and started foaming. Nameless Friend 2 noticed the foam rising, but decided the best solution would be not to remove the beaker from the hot plate, or even to turn the hot plate off, but to start blowing on the syrup in an attempt to make the foam settle and not overflow out of the beaker, onto the top of the hot plate, and all over the lab countertop.

Needless to say, Nameless Friends ended up spending the next hour scraping decade-expired maple syrup off the countertop. (They eventually did get the experiment finished, for those of you more interested in the scientific progress of this sticky study.)

Anyway, what Paige did relating to maple syrup (which reminded me of that high school sidestory) was to store the maple syrup in a large, plastic bin of mine, along with several other miscellaneous items (which most normal people would have just thrown away at the end of the year). The maple syrup spilled, making the contents of that bin very sticky. Including the random 2-year-old box of cornstarch, and my molecular model kit which she had borrowed, and a random can of Spaghetti-O's (which no one recalls ever buying).

So, now I have a sticky plastic bin, thanks to that maple syrup.

Mira

Combustible Pigs

2010-06-03T20:34:00.000-04:00

So I'd like to say I have an idea of what I'm about to type. But really, I have absolutely no idea because I just told my friend to say a random word (singular. She gave me 1. combustible 2. pigs. Nevertheless, it was a better option than "thingies.")

Combustible pigs.

OH RIGHT. Now I know why she said combustible pigs!

Mythbuster was testing something from CSI where clothes drenched in pepperspray exploded into flames when shot with a stun gun---they tested it on a dead pig.

Of course, the image of the pig (wearing a plaid button-down shirt... doh >.<) dangling in midair supposedly to get set on fire with a stun gun (it didn't happen, rawr) made me think "Hello, twisted version of pigroast..." The pepperspray might, you know, cause some problems with the EATING part....

Moderately gruesome images aside, I am now bored of the topic of combustible pigs and shall continue to ramble on something else. Which entirely ruins the purpose of the TITLE.

Actually, I am now lazified again. This means I can kill two birds with one stone if I just stop typing now and click that "Publish Post" button (OH HEY IT'S ALLITERATION!).

Bird 1: This post will (mostly) remain on topic.
Bird 2: I shall indulge in laziness. Ah, blissful laziness.... ^_^

Goodbye, birds.

~Anne

Sidewalk Chalk

2010-05-31T11:05:00.002-04:00

So, my roommate Paige moved in yesterday! Paige, as some people may know, has severe issues with throwing anything away. Therefore, anything I may have left in our old apartment at the end of last semester that any normal person would have just thrown away, Paige decided to keep. The random canned foods, sure. The boxes of off-brand Mac & Cheese that Melissa left? Okay. The ramen noodle flavoring packets we never used for those times we made stir-fried ramen? That is a bit much. But okay. When I'm lazy, I use them to season other cooked food things anyway.

Anyway, at one point sometime within the past year, I found a $1 box of sidewalk chalk at Walmart, bought it, and then promptly forgot about it. Paige found it as she was moving out, and kept it. So, as she was moving all the stuff in yesterday, I found it and was like, "hey, chalk!" Paige then was like, "hey, we have a patio thing in the back!"

I think you know where this went.

So, as Paige and her family were moving her stuff in, and Jake was taking out the trash and probably doing other Responsible Adult Things, I sat on our little back patio thing, and drew stuff with chalk. I drew a flower, a duck, a sailboat, traced my hand (Paige later told me I should have drawn a hand-turkey), and a fish. (And then I labeled all the drawings with the names, in case people couldn't tell that my duck was a duck, and so forth.).

Then I decided it was hot outside, so I went inside to get some juice, and then found the tiny toy bus that I found in my car a week ago sitting on the coffee table. I started playing with it on the floor, and then either Paige or Jake, I don't remember, suggested that I draw roads and a city for the bus to drive through. I decided that this was a fantastic idea, so I went back to the patio.

Of course, this entire time, the two of them were just watching me through the window, and probably laughing at me.

So, eventually, I finished my drawing, of a city, including buildings, houses, trees, roads, flowers, and even a cul-de-sac, and was driving my bus through it, causing Jake to once again decide I am the cutest thing he's ever seen, and then showed it off to Jake, Paige, and Paige's dad and brother. I think they were impressed. Or thought I was weird. Or both. But I was definitely proud of my drawing.

I was planning to bring the chalk inside and take a picture of my drawing, but my camera was upstaaiiiirs, and I was lazy, so I decided I'd do it later.

Then, around 10 pm, I'm sitting in my bedroom and on my computer as it's thunderstorming outside... when I realized I left the chalk just lying on the patio, and that my drawing likely just got washed away. :(

So, I texted Jake, who was working at the time.

WiannMirannity (9:45:21 PM): It rained, and I forgot to bring the chalk inside. D:
WiannMirannity (9:45:33 PM): And I forgot to take a picture of my drawing. D:
*Jake* (9:46:23 PM): Awww, honey. I'll get you more chalk.
*Jake* (9:46:52 PM): And we can draw something together next time. :-)
WiannMirannity (9:47:13 PM): :D I love you.

I still haven't gone out to check if any of the chalk managed to survive.

But no worries. Next time, I will definitely take a picture, and show you the next epic patio chalk drawing.

The End.

Mira

I just found The Best Thing Ever.

2010-05-24T21:57:00.001-04:00

So, I have been contemplating baking my own wedding cake. I feel like, in the end, it will be much cheaper, and much more delicious than one baked by, well, someone who is not me. Professional wedding cake bakers don't do a lousy job of baking, necessarily, but I find that, since they may do several cakes in a week, they make their cakes somewhat ahead-of-time, so by wedding day, they may look pretty, but be rather dry. And a lot of them use shortening in their frostings rather than butter! *gasp* While shortening, a solid at room temperature with its high melting point, has its advantages in, say, hot weather (where butter would just melt, causing your cake to, well, melt and droop), buttercream with butter just tastes a whole lot better. If your wedding is indoors (in a banquet hall, in a hotel, an air-conditioned venue, etc.), your cake should be fine.

Anyway, I just found The Best Thing Ever on the Wilton website, while I was just browsing for the heck of it, because the internet in my apartment just started sucking really hard, and won't let me watch videos.

I feel like this is every chocolate-obsessed bride's dream, who wants to send her wedding reception guests into a chocolate coma. Not to mention, it's chocolate, covered in chocolate, with more chocolate on top. How can you go wrong?

I feel like I could totally pull this off, too. I may alter the amount of cake, but the design is pretty, requires minimal effort, and is flexible enough to incorporate any new ideas, like, oh, chocolate-covered strawberries, perhaps? I'm seeing this as chocolate layer cake filled with raspberry jam and chocolate ganache, stacked with the solid chocolate discs, and decorated with the truffles, and perhaps some fresh raspberries or chocolate-covered strawberries? The possibilities are really there.

The other great thing about this cake is that a lot of it can be done ahead of time. The chocolate discs and the truffles can all be made days (or weeks?) in advance and stored in the freezer. And, since the truffles are the main decorations, with just an icing comb used to decorate the sides of each cake/tier, there's no piping detail to worry about. It seems that the main time investment is making the truffles, (which are also the main decorations) which, as I said, can be done well ahead of time. Just get to the reception site, and frost, stack, decorate, and, you have the most chocolatey chocolate wedding cake ever.

Also, some people might say that a chocolate cake is not appropriate for a wedding. While even I at first thought that there wasn't going to make a chocolate cake as elegant as a white cake, this idea is a perfect example of how chocolate covered in chocolate with more chocolate on top can look absolutely elegant, and still be, well, chocolate.

Not to mention, it's your wedding, and you can do what you want to.

Mira

Mira Made A New Blog!

2010-05-18T19:19:00.000-04:00

No, don't worry. I'm not abandoning this one or anything.

I really have always had the intent of starting my own cooking/recipe blog, so, since I will actually have the time this summer to maintain it, I decided to go ahead and start it!

You can find this new blog here.

Do not worry, I will still be updating to this blog as well, and now since I have an outlet for my cooking news, this blog will be mainly devoted to other randomness (with the occasional recipe still, because, let's face it, I just can't help myself).

<3,
Mira

How I met my boyfriend

2010-05-17T18:28:00.006-04:00

How I met my boyfriend: An unnecessarily complicated story, summarized into two paragraphs for your easy reading

Well, he and I grew up in the same (small) hometown. We had over 50 common acquaintances, and we even swam on the same regional swim team for a slightly overlapping period of time. A bunch of friends of his from his elementary school went to the same high school as me, and we were both even really, really good friends with this guy named Cody.

But that's all irrelevant. We actually met after my friend Bella, who used to go to my high school, went to GSSM, where my boyfriend went the next year, and Cody mentioned that his friend Jake (now my boyfriend) had met my friend Bella at GSSM. Then another year passed, and I met Bella's friend Luis, from GSSM, who came to my university... and then I *actually* met Jake through Luis.
Then a year later, Luis transferred to an Ivy League, and Jake came to my school, and we started dating.

And that's how I met my boyfriend.

Mira

A blog about blogging!

2010-05-17T02:25:00.003-04:00

So, since this is a "variety" blog and not a recipe blog (because it very well cannot be a recipe blog if Anne's recipe for "ice cream" is a load of sugar and some milk), I'm going to try really hard to refrain from posting more than one (or perhaps two?) recipe-related posts per week.

Well, it's technically Monday.

So, since I can't really think of anything to write about, other than show off pictures of these adorable penguin cupcakes I made last spring...

(I mean, aren't they the cutest things ever??)

...oh right, I was in the middle of completing a sentence, wasn't I? Well, then. What was I talking about, again?

Disclaimer: It is very late at night/early in the morning. I am allowed to be incoherent and have poor sentence structure if I want to.

So, while we are on the subject of blogging, I think it is pretty cool that the newest xkcd comic (as of approximately 97 minutes ago) is about blogging.

Mouseover text reads:

I'm looking to virally monetize your eyeballs by selling them for transplants.

Permanent link to comic: http://xkcd.com/741/

Anyway, it is pretty funny how xkcd comes up with this comic literally three days after Anne and I start a blog. Why do most people start blogs, anyway? Do people start them in hopes of making money off of advertising? (I doubt amateurs like us could ever pull that off, especially since our posts revolve around the humor of randomness and insanity.) Do people blog to voice their opinions? To at least feel like they are being heard and paid attention to by someone? To simply update family and friends about their daily lives? To become famous? (Okay, so if our blog became famous, I wouldn't exactly complain, but my expectations are realistic. We have written a grand total of 5 blog posts, including this one, and none of them are even mildly coherent or sensible.)

Or are they like us, who blog out of boredom (and the hope to become famous and take over the Internet... but mostly boredom)?

Some bloggers simply write about topics that a majority of people are interested in, in hopes that this will earn their blog more hits. I do not really believe in doing that. I think people should write about what they care about. For example, if Anne were to go out of her way to write, say, a recipe blog, when she obviously has no idea what the concept of cooking is (no, seriously), because she felt that a recipe blog is what the general public would be interested in, well, even if she were capable to post bunch of recipes, she probably would not enjoy what she was writing about.

Oh, here's a nifty link to an article on a blog about how to blog. His general topic is about finding your "blogging niche." I suppose one piece of advice I would give would be to write about something moderately unobscure, and you do not need to try to appeal to absolutely everybody, but to a smaller group of people. Advice from that article includes points of advice such as, "predict the next big thing," and "be passionate about your blog topic."

Why yes, Anne and I are rather passionate about, er, not being bored and having something to do.

That blog writer, at the end of that post, writes that he is narrowing his blogging nice to "making money from blogging." As for whether or not Anne and I will monetize this blog (hm, apparently monetize is a real word, and not one blogger made up) we will see about that. Right now we have a grand total of, oh, 10 followers? I doubt having 10 people read this blog would cause us to make any money whatsoever.

I am trying to find a blog post on hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com that I read earlier about a similar topic. Once I eventually find it so I can reference it, I may contribute more to this post. However, Allie wrote it after her blog was more established than ours, and when her blog already had (more than 10) followers. While my opinions are, for the most part, similar to hers, they are not necessarily applicable to me and Anne and our 3-day-old blog.

Anyway, I love xkcd.

Mira

"God is calling..."

2010-05-16T19:29:00.000-04:00

Today, I sneakily set my number as "God" in a friend's iPhone. Half an hour later, I called while walking behind him observing (muwhahahaha). He paused, flailed a bit, and went "Wait, WHAT?"

His background is Joshua Bell. The screen said "God is calling..." over Joshua Bell.

Of course this would be much more amusing if it weren't the 17th time (or something like that) I'd done that. I should get more creative. Darn.

~Anne

Fail.

2010-05-16T00:17:00.008-04:00

Mira's the cook. When I dare to attempt to cook, I tend to make things up and add random things whenever I feel like it.

Then again, if you're really, really lazy and/or you're not a particularly picky eater, lots of things can get passed off as "food."

Hmm....Like if you're craving ice cream, and you don't have any ice cream, and you can't get any ice cream in a reasonable amount of time with minimal effort, dump a load of sugar (yes, precisely "a load") into some milk (exactly "some"), employ some imagination, distract yourself with some youtube videos (perhaps this one if you haven't seen its glory yet: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kZUPCB9533Y), and you have ice cream.

Okay maybe not. But it kind of--okay fine, I give up. That made no sense.

The end.

~Anne

************ update! ************

Mira: AGAIN?

me: what? i WAS BORED

and i FELT LIKE RAMBLING

@_@

Mira: THAT MADE NO SENSE.

Lol.

me: so?

who said i had to make sense?

********* and again....********

Mira: Also, your "ice cream" recipe had no mention of a freezer.

me: there wasn't supposed to be a freezer.

I meant mix some milk with a load of sugar.

freezer requires FURTHER EFFORT. and WAITING. which defeats the purpose.

Mira: So if you just mix the milk with sugar...

and sit around...

how the hell does that work???

me: IT'S SELF-DECEPTION!

Mira: THAT MAKES NO SENSE.

me: SO?
Mira: AGH.
me: TEEHEE

~Anne

Insert Witty Title

2010-05-15T23:48:00.000-04:00

Well that was a cliched title. Whoops. ^_^

Anyway, dear Mira has been squawking at me to post something here that would amuse masses of people and therefore attract a huge avid following---except I realized that I have severe trouble being amusing when I'm trying to be amusing, so basically, all I'm going to do is ramble. Exciting, isn't it? *cough*

And since I'm a lazy bum, I attempted to....well. Here it is:

me: does this count as a first post?
   me: mooooooooooooooooooo
   friend: meep
   me: hello meepmeep!
   friend: halloooooo
   me: OHAI!
   =P
Mira: NO.
Lol.
me: YNOT?
Mira: Because, no one else is going to find that entertaining...

Yeah, well, LIES!!! Someone will find it amusing. I think. Maybe. Kindasorta.

Oh and I also noticed (I apologize ahead of time for the digressions. I can't help it. Randomness is in my genes. Except there's no randomness gene...I think) that I tend to have a few tunes stuck in my head that I match words to frequently. This may make more sense with an example.

Take this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aa-C2V-t8xY
I actually have no idea what that video is, but we sang "Bum Biddi Bum" in choir, and it has been stuck in my head. So now whenever there's a one syllable word followed by a two syllable word, both starting with hard consonants (or close enough....), I start singing them in my head to the tune of "Bum Biddy Bum." Around January, that tends to be "coldchillycold chillychillychilly cold, chilly cold, chillychillychilly cold."

Then there's the Hairbrush song from Veggie Tales: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LtHr7gluh08
In this case, any two-syllable word gets substituted for "hairbrush" in my mind.
"OH WHEEEEEEEEERE IS MY LLAMA. OH WHEEEEEEEERE IS MY LLAMA. OH WHEREOHWHEREOHWHEREOHWHEREOHWHEEEEEEEEEERE.

IS MY LLAMA!"

*note: Llama was an arbitrarily chosen word, and I am not and have never been actually in search of my llama. I also don't have a llama, so that should read "of a llama" instead.

Trivial matters, aside, this is what happens when I ramble. Mira is probably currently attempting a combination of *facepalm*ing, left-eyebrow-raising, and twitching at the moment. Oh well. ^_^

~Anne

College Cook's Corner: Stir-fried Ramen

2010-05-15T14:47:00.003-04:00

As those of you know (either from actually knowing me, or from reading the "About" page), I like to cook. My sophomore year of college, I had a small apartment with a kitchenette-type thing (really tiny, but included an oven and stove and sink and basic kitcheny stuff for cooking). This was also the year I decided, "eh, meal plan. Dining hall food. I know! I can totally cook my own food, and forgo a meal plan altogether! It would save money, and my food would totally be better anyway!"

My parents were a little skeptical, but in the end, they (for once) let me do what I wanted. So, they sent me off to school the next fall with a few pots and pans, as well as boxes of spaghetti and jars of Ragu, confident that I knew at least how to cook that much.

My roommate, Emily, also had a decent amount of cooking skill (more than me and my spaghetti), and the two of us managed to survive the year and not starve to death. We really liked fried rice, but fried rice generally works best with day-old rice. (What? That involves actual planning?) Plus, rice takes a lot longer to cook than, say, ramen noodles. And as college students, we never knew we were going to be hungry until we were, well, already starving, in which case, we wanted food NOW. No time to make rice.

But, plain ol' ramen soup gets boring after a while, even if you can get it in many flavors. But wait, if we like fried rice so much, we could just do that with those instant noodles too, right? Right? We could even say we're making ramen almost, well, healthy!

Stir-fried Ramen Recipe (for two)

2 "bricks" (packs) ramen noodles
Oil (Olive, Canola, Vegetable... whatever your general preference is)
1/2 cup frozen peas and carrots (maybe a little more or less, depending on how much you like your vegetables)
1/4 onion
2 cloves garlic
2 eggs
Salt
Black pepper
Soy sauce
Sriracha Hot Chili Sauce (optional - and use very carefully in moderation! This stuff is spicy.)

Boil the ramen with included seasoning packet in a pot for a few minutes, until almost done, but not quite done. (If it's too well-cooked, it will just turn into mush when you attempt to stir-fry it.) Alternatively, cook in microwave for 2-3 minutes, until not quite done. Strain out liquid. Set aside.

Scramble eggs in pan with a little oil. Season with salt and pepper. Set aside.

Peel, crush and mince the garlic. Mince the onion. Sauté garlic and onion with some oil in pan on stove.

Add frozen peas and carrots, and cook until they are not frozen.

Add cooked ramen noodles and stir, adding a little more oil to the pan if necessary. Add scrambled eggs. Add some pepper. Take off heat and add soy sauce and hot sauce to taste.

(If you add the soy sauce to the pan while it is still on the hot stove, it burns pretty much instantly, causing noodles to, well, stick together, turn black, and taste like charcoal if you are not careful.)

Other seasonings you can use if you happen to have them in your pantry and like them: poultry seasoning (chicken powder), seasoning salt, garlic powder (if you are too lazy to use actual garlic cloves), crushed red pepper, ginger, stir-fry sauce. If you are really ambitious, you can even add other vegetables.

Eat noodles (and vegetables, no matter how much you dislike them). Attempt to eat with chopsticks to make yourself feel Asian. Eventually give up and settle for fork, since that means you are more likely to actually get the food into your mouth.

Enjoy!

Mira

First Post!

2010-05-14T18:29:00.000-04:00

This blog was created by Mira and Anne one day, when Mira was extremely bored and said, "let's create a blog! We could become famous and take over the Internet!" Anne, being Mira's Other Half, immediately agreed, and despite skepticism from others, they made a blog. Here it is.

So, how did it actually all start? Here's the conversation I (Mira) had with Anne over Gtalk earlier today:

me: I have an idea! We should start a blog!
And write about... witty things!
And how we're insane!
Anne: ....
how about the latter but not the former?
XD
me: And then become famous and conquer the Internet!
Anne: HAHA
me: WE SHOULD.
Anne: YES WE SHOULD.

So yeah. That really is exactly how it all happened. I'm generally really terrible at concisely summarizing things, especially conversations, but in this case, there really wasn't room for embellishment anyway.

For those of you wondering where "Mirannity" came from, it's quite simple (and obvious. After the explanation I am about to give, you will probably facepalm and be all, "d'oh! I should have realized that; it's so obvious!")

It's (obviously):

Mira + Anne + Insanity

Believe us, we have an entire code language on the basis of Mirannity (insanity) and giant purple penguins of death. You have no idea what you just got into.

Meanwhile, my current goals for this blog are to:

1) Vanquish boredom

2) Become famous

3) Take over the Internet

Accomplishing #1 will be good enough for me.

This is Mira, blogging about randomness.

Update:

*Jake* (6:37:04 PM): Hey. :)
*Jake* (6:37:16 PM): What's up?
WiannMirannity (6:38:01 PM): Hey. Anne and I got bored, so we started a blog. We're going to become famous, and take over the Internet.
*Jake* (6:40:09 PM): ...Umm.

Hmph. Even the boyfriend is a skeptic. Or maybe he was just confused. It's not usually the answer one would expect to hear to "what's up?" but, he's known me long enough where it shouldn't really surprise him...