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Went to see Zap! at the Museum of Science -- thoroughly amusing. Loud noises and bright lights and the huge Van de Graff generator which is one of my favorite things ever and bizarre music on a variety of instruments, whee! Practically formulated to hit all my "ooh, cool" buttons in rapid succession. Then the frosh-posse went on a several-hour wander around the museum, which wasn't crowded at all since by that time it was 7:30 or so -- all sorts of fun and big childhood nostalgia. We walked back, furthering my opinion that with every step I take Cambridge gets smaller and smaller. :P Though I really do love being able to get anywhere I need to via walking and/or T'ing -- hurrah!

Classes are going okay -- problem sets all around, of course, tests scheduled and stuff due, onward into the fray and all that. Oh! And (because I am the biggest geek ever) when I saw the Chronicles of Amber comics cheap on ebay I kinda couldn't resist bidding. They came today and I haven't opened them yet, but hopefully they'll be good, or at least so horrible an adaptation that they're funny. ;)

Banana oatmeal chocolate chip cookies are not as strange as they sound, although they could do with more spices (note to self: buy at Star?) and lots more chocolate chips (but everything is better with lots more chocolate chips).

I make cookies on a fairly regular basis. I like making cookies. I do it 'cause it's fun and also mmm cookies. And I like sharing cookies, I like hearing what people think and I really like it when they like them. But at the same time I don't think I'm a horrible person if I'd appreciate people tossing me a thanks when they wander through and grab four. I have lots of other reasons to bake besides the warm and fuzzy gratitude buzz, so I shouldn't spaz about it, and yet... I don't know.

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I am so back on an Amber kick right now, due to spotting a Corwin pairing on the ithurtsmybrain pairings list and feeling compelled to sign up. I finally went ahead and bought myself The Illustrated Guide to Castle Amber, because I find myself often lamenting the finite amount of writing Zelazny did in that universe.

*is dorking beyond dorkiness today*