tabular_rasa | Grammar and The Adventures Of The Cupcakes

Yesterday, after about 5:30 pm, got to be really good. (Though, really, in all honestly, the Cognitive Psychology exam return-grades were only the worst part of my day . . . ).

Danny came over, and we chatted for a bit. I teased him about what I thought was a typo he didn't catch in his copy-editing of Student Life-- but it only really turned out to be a flawed function of English grammar.

The St. Louis archdiocese paid $5.8 million to abuse victims.

Of course this means that money was given to victims of abuse. However, I totally read that-- as many are wont to do, I'm sure-- as money being paid for the ability to perform acts of abuse.

The same follows with any sort of victim-- you can pay money to rape victims, murder victims, or even burn victims.

I guess, technically, if the compensatory money is being paid by the commiter of the offense, one really is paying to commit the offense, just after the fact . . . O.o . . .

(I am really in kind of a grammar pointing-out mood, today, actually . . . I have this whole bit cultural-context bone to pick with Marcus-sensei, tomorrow, as in Japanese class when asked to open a door and being unable, I said, "I cannot open the door" and was told I was wrong and ought to say, "The door cannot be opened." So, is that a Japanese thing, eh, blaming it on the door? It might explain the WWII textbooks . . . O.o . . . )

So, anyway, Danny, Keith, and I go to Center Court (even though Danny missed the lamb, again, by day-- even though it was only in the Indonesian Stir-Fry, lol . . . ), leaving Lisa, Henry, and Anu with a bid of good luck for their Orgo Examination. I suggest on the way there that we perhaps buy them cupcakes, to be nice. Keith is clearly skeptical, lol . . . but I decide that I want to do that, and that I'll stop at BearMart and hopefully they'll have cupcakes. However, Danny suggests we make cupcakes, instead. He has cupcake tins in his room. I decide that's a good idea, a fun distraction, which I can still do my Japanese homework during-- and not so time-consuming that I cannot finish writing up/editing my Japanese Literature report.

We buy the mix and hit up one of the guys at the Bear's Den counter for three eggs, and gather Danny's cooking supplies (he even had the vegetable oil-- who has vegetable oil?) from his common room, and set to work in the Park 1 kitchen. We didn't have a mixer, so we just had to stir really fast, lol . . .

It was definitely a very boyfriend-girlfriend sort of time. We took silly pictures of each other during the various stages of cupcake-baking, like, "Here's Danny poking the cupcakes in the oven with a fork," and "Here's Amy frosting one of the cupcakes with a ridiculous grin on her face." It was generally adorable, if I do say so myself :-P

The cupcakes turned out amazingly. We gave some to Danny's suite, and then brought some back for Lisa, Henry, Keith, and Anu. Anu couldn't have his, because of the egg (I felt really bad about that-- particularly since he seemed so disappointed about his Orgo Examination /-:), so we decided we could just bring five over to the Myers suite and bring Patricia hers then, since she was in the Shepley study room. (She also had abducted Henry's penguin, and I really wanted a picture with Henry and his adorable penguin, Henry Jr., I had bought for him during Saturday's shopping expedition with Lisa and Michellanne. So I traded the cupcake for the photo opportunity with the penguin, lol . . . ). Patricia, however, wanted her "actual cupcake," not "Anu's reject," (like they were assigned, lol), and told Linda that when Danny and I came over to the Myers suite to "take advantage of her brother" and assure she got a second cupcake.

In the end she did get another one, because Cassie and Katie weren't in, so I claimed one of theirs (I hadn't eaten mine yet, still so full of frosting and dry mix from baking them in the first place, lol . . . ), and Patricia had another. I think we have about three left (they're all in Park). We'll see where they go . . .

Linda, Mollie, and Mimi are making audio files of everyone reading this amazingly disgusting "novel" passage Mimi wrote, involving sensual descriptions of a fat slob named Albert (I feel bad for the actual Albert, upon whom it was not based, who was recorded on one of the files). I mean . . . "I insert my tongue into his navel and taste the remnants of Cheeto crumbs . . . " Linda was amazed that Danny and I could read it with straight faces. That's . . . well, that's Improv, for you, lol . . . I think they should make a "best of" CD, with alternative "best version" sentences creating one file, lol . . .

Generally a fun, amusing, and, well, literally, sweet night . . .