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I just keep singing the blues... -The picture is a gift from a fan. -The gaelic is complements of Enya. -The design is sadly mine alone. --Lunar. But who is this Lunar-girl?
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Friday, July 12, 2002 And now a little haiku... New Matress my love,
Lofty summit plush,
Sleepy Morning comes,
Is it scratching post?
Saturday, July 6, 2002 mmmm capitalism It's official, I'm respectable. There is nothing more respectable and 'upstanding adultish' I've decided than shopping for --and eventually paying out a paycheck and a half for-- a bedroom set. Flidget, you can now tell your mother that I'm not the antichrist. The antichrist cannot go out and buy things like pillowtop matresses and designer wood bedframes with matching nighttable. The antichrist then doesn't spend the rest of her saturday morning hanging curtains and tidying up for delivery of said matress. Well wait, maybe Martha would, but she's too busy being groomed for fleas and possible stock scandal by her corporate monkies. Oook Oook. Maybe I should round my day off by baking cookies, or volunteering at a soccer league... or sitting here and watching Initial D. Ma, we have a winner. But hey, thanks to my fourth of july shopping savvy, and the fact that I have no family or friends to pretend to have a life with... I can honestly say I've saved... um... over 700$ on my variety of highend purchases. I gues that makes everything I bought end up being... 40% off? *wince* so much money. But let the record state that I do spend easily half my life sleeping, so might as well be cozy? ^_^ All those errands, and I still forgot to pick up some vodka. Gah.
Monday, July 1, 2002 Nemuii No Spookies this weekend... how sad... that's ok, if it keeps raining like it has done... there'll be no fireworks either... we'll all be too busy building an Arc. So B-kun, weather allowing I think our original plan of finding some random peoples and then getting to-go bags from Rudys is still a good idea. Not to dismiss the to-go-bags of samosas... but come on... extramoist... mmmm... wonder if we should bring our own bread... and some plastic tarp... incase the Arc springs a leak... then again maybe I'll just sleep through the whole thing... Woot, I had to tweak a few things... but my new layout is One Piece-a-riffic! take a peek before twig or ann burst my prideful baloon! hopefully they'll leave it up long enough for flidget to take a peek, Noon ought to be sufficient.
Sunday, June 30, 2002 Screams like a girl... Thankyou Spooky, Thankyou so much for finding this website for me!
Sunday, June 30, 2002 wooooooooo.... So I could tell you about how my cats are goats and how Aramis is a closet transvestite with a predisposion for dance. But probably if you were around the other night you heard me screaming with laughter. What I want to rant about for the moment is The Libary Hotel I want to go here. I do. Browse around their website and see all the nifty rooms available! The ancient history room! The rooftop gardens! the ability to walk to the public library and play with the lions or go to the park. *squeeee* It's not even that expensive for a NYC hotel... and it'd be easy to take the subway... the only catch, as ever in NYC... is the food. You just can't afford to eat in this city. Well, maybe if we existed on a diet of hotdogs... Will someone I know hurry up and get famous so we can go lounge in the 'writer's den' in front of the fire and schmooze? And I would like to add an extra *squee* because Aramis has learned to sleep on the back of my chair while I am writing just like Houdini used to. I can hear him purring against the back of my head. Even better is when Maki then comes over and sits on the arm rest and purrs against my elbow. Goodness but I love kitties.
Thursday, June 27, 2002 Stupid Computer I'm not crazy, it's just that my computer plays all sound files as if it has been sniffing helium. SO there. All those times I was complaining that something was wrong with an mp3 or something. It /was/ sounding funny. But it was still "Just me"... a bitter victory perhaps but I will cling to it until the end. --Quoth the Raven
Thursday, June 27, 2002 Non-sequiter I would just like to announce, my kittens still like eating peaches... They like grooming them until the fuzzy skin peels off and then they lap at the innards. It's sorta like watching lions on the discovery channel, right up until I wake up enough to realize what they're doing to my breakfast and go "Nono bad kitty!" ... and in other news Twig is my hat. Thank you. --The Management
--Quoth the Raven
Monday, June 24, 2002 I promised myself... So I'm not going to fill this blogg full of useless self-serving commentary on my kittens. They are adorable, and full of kittenish fun and I /could/ but I really don't want to bore my Snake-loving-companions any more than I have to on a daily basis. Anyway, as much as I already talk about my own fuzzy children too much, I have to point out a link from last week from the Technomancy crowd, namely This. I was biting my hand to keep from laughing at work. *giggle* Right. As you were. Still haven't thought of something useful to tell the ff.net girl. Maybe I'll just go back under my rock and hide I'm a lousy "supportive person" anyway. --Quoth the Raven
Sunday, June 23, 2002 Pit... Of... VOLES! I don't whine about the Pit (thankyou Mooncalf) often, because often I figure it's better to let sleeping dogs lie. Or in this case Voles, Many Many Voles. But this is definitely a whine-moment. Because this time it's struck close to home. This is why I am grumpy. I mean sure shit happens, but not in the VS catagory. Not usually. Not like this... and the REVIEWS. I don't care what people write, but to give it full thumbs up? The only thing I can say that spares her is that all the reviews seem to come from two friends of hers who are just as bubble headed as she is. It is remarkable in fact, that not a single VS fiction regular has reveiwed this fic. It's sort of like they all did exactly like I did. They read 2 chapters, choked, cried at the ending of an era... and ran as QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE in the other direction. I want to review this. I should review this, and try to help her know why this fic makes my hair curl. But what can I say "No self-insertion wrong! Stop inventing shallow squealy bimbo characters out of mid air and then making Sydney into the ultimate cutsie-angsty-i-need-luvin'character? Maybe I'll just restrict myself to "where the hell did this new riskbreaker come from, why is she here, why is she with ashley, and how can you make her more sympathetic?" I don't mind non-slash VS fics. Infact they're novel enough that I would encourage a well written one, even if it needed a whole army of original characters! But PLEASE LORD, atleast /attempt/ to make them fit in the boundaries of the universe... *hangs head in defeat* It hurts. I'm going to go hang drapes and do other meat-world things. Fan-world has gotten too scary for me.
Friday, June 21, 2002 Spooky, this one is for you... Try this on for size you crazy veggie lover. Dare to mock my meat needs will you. Muahahaha. No seriously. It's scary, don't click the.... oh why do I even bother. ^_^ I was disturbed when my friend passed this to me, so 'lo and behold, I pass it on to you. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I am apparent a Chaotic neural Dwarven Fighter. Gotta love coffee-breaks and random D&D quizes. I'll spare you the boring details, but lets face it, I'm a grumpy, money hoarding capitalist who likes making stuff with my hands. Of course I'm a dwarf.
Wednesday, June 19, 2002 Ummmmm... Um so last I checked... Kittens and cats in general, shouldn't like citrus things. They just don't. It's the smell. Dozens of books and such will tell you so. Honest. Don't take my word for it. Anyway, popular opinion or not, this is what I was told and what I always believed. So why am I bitching? My kittens are obsessed with strawberries and orange juice. I'm not kidding. I bought a box of strawberries the other day, because they're in season and I like them. I've never had a cat care less about strawberries, but Maki and (more specifically) Aramis were suddenly Really Into what I was eating, to the point where they were attacking the box to get at the strawberries and going after the little bits of fruit I left attached to the leaves. You'd think it was ham. Slow roasted ham. Or tuna juice. So now I have to eat my strawberries by holding the box to my chest and elbowing the little bastard away as I devour my fruit. I can't comprehend it, these things are really sour! So while I'm defensively gobbling berries the OTHER kitten, is drinking my orange juice, straight up, right out of the glass. To quote a darling friend who I was grumbling at tonight... me: my kittens baffle me.
Amen to that. Or something.
Monday, June 17, 2002 *dingle* Right, who's bright idea was it for me to get my kittens dingle-collars? You know, the ones with the little bells? (Looks menacingly at B-kun) *dingle* The kittens don't like the collars. They get spooked by them. They try and run away from the bells, which starts this cycle of running-jumping-lunacy that seems... to last forever. *dingle* I also can't lock them in the spare bedroom, since I've dusted it down for non-existant fleas for the night. They have run of the livingroom.... *dingle* The collars are cute... Maki gets pink and Aramis gets red. Muy Macho.They also smell of soap and are extra fluffy-clean. I should get B-kun over to see if his allergies get better or worse. *dingle* Maybe I'll take the collars off for the night... *dingle
Monday, June 17, 2002 It's official. My cat's have fleas. *itch itch* There's no denying it. *itch itch* Hungry fleas. Lunar-eating fleas. I checked them over carefully before I left, and couldn't find anything too suspicious. Then I came back, and lo', the kittens were scratching more than usual, but when I looked them over I could only find the one little buggie. He promptly died. Heh heh heh, *squish* The problem with kittens is that their hair is very short and very thick, and they're squirmy. This makes it hard to find anything as small and clever as a little flea. However I sat on my futon with them on sunday night, and now /I/ am bitten. So we're all scratching and I must take steps. Needless to say, I have begun disinfecting my livingroom today while the kitties are locked in their bedroom away from the fumes. I will bathe them tonight complaining or no. Best to nip these things in the bud before they get out of hand. Luckily it seems to be localized to the couch (where they sleep) and probably to their bedroom so once they are clean I will relocate them and then sterilize the bedroom for good measure. Heh heh heh. DIE BUGGIES! Once the bitting buggies go, I will have to start planning how to get Spooky down here. Nothing like shampoo-fresh smelling kittens to make people happy.
Saturday, June 15, 2002 I am a friend to all felines Found a homeless kitten hiding under my car in the hotel parkinglot this morning, the manager (thank god) was a catlover, and happily helped me catch the silly little thing and took it inside his office to call a shelter. It's cool to leave San Jose on such a nice note. I truly am the Kitty Queen.
Thursday, June 13, 2002 *Dance-Dance* Spoony! I could tell you about how I drove down to Pebble Beach the other night, because I could, and because it was pretty. I could tell you about Gilroy, CA. the Garlic capital of the US. I could tell you how I went back to my Sushi resteraunt and chowed down on rolls, 6 for 2$. and hours-fresh Toro for under 5$. I Mourn the impending loss of my cheap sushi. On the other hand, I look forward to hanging out with Spooky and pondering the possibilty of Kaiten-Sushi in Dallas... It has to be somewhere.Houston maybe. I could tell you of many things. But instead I think I shall sit here and coo over my 2 volumes of One Piece. I'd have bought more, but I spent my other funny-money on buying little ceramic cups for Twig that have happy-octopi dancing around them. It's too cute. Your fic was, btw. Marvelous. I have an urge to rant in person, so I'll probably catch you on Sunday. Here's hoping that BlackRose doesn't get smoked-out. :P
Tuesday, June 11, 2002 Boogie... California... isn't so bad... No wonder coolfish likes it. Oooh I should write her, although I don't remember living anywhere near San Jose. My class is going swimmingly, even though there are 2 people in the class who /so/ don't meet the pre-reqs. But hey, it's no skin off of my back if the customers don't want to do any work and would prefer to just listen or doze off or something. Natually I try to be entertaining and all motivational, but so long as they have no hard feelings, I'm not their mom, I won't ragg them on it. ^_^ Last night I went down to San Francisco with some of the students (they're all 45-something so it was a little surreal). We took this harbor tour in a 24' boat and it was terribly awesome. We cruised out to the golden-gate bridge and around alcatraz. It was a general concensus that the island /deserved/ to be a movie set. It was too creepy looking for anything else. Even the seaguls and other seabirds hanging around the island looked sorta sinister, reminded me of something by Hitchcock. I wouldn't mind living in San Francisco. It reminded me of Waikiki. This evening I drove into downtown San Jose to discover an elusive paradise refered to in pretty fliers as "Japan town." Supposedly it's a 12 block square of downtown that is 'full of Japanese shops and culture.' The flier lied. Either that, or they're resting on the laurels of their golden past. I drove that little grid. And around. But really, things seemed to fade to nothing after a block. Oh but what a block! I'll have to go down there when things are open (this state seems to close at 5pm, very weird). I discovered milktea in 500ml bottles for 1$ (woohoo!) and a sushi place where you can sit at the sushi bar, and watch your choices of sushi cruise by infront of you in little boats. It was a slow enough night that the chefs were more than happy enough to supliment my a'la'cart needs with anything I could ask. I resisted asking if they had any 'Toro' in stock. Maybe I'll go back tomorrow. I also found where the San Jose Kinokuniya store is, but sadly they closed at 7pm, so I got there intime to be bowed out. There's another store in San Francisco, so maybe I'll drive down there and get good and lost. Wheeee. Sushi on little floaty boats. Spooky, tell me that there is sushi on conveyor belts in Dallas? I really want to sit and watch my potential meal cruise by in little boats again. I'll buy you all the veggie tempura that you can eat, and cucumber rolls, just try not to use your hex-vision on me as I happily gobble down things that used to have faces. I'd settle for a rotating counter too. Mmmmm now I understand why Neil likes 24-hour conveyor-belt sushi shops so much... And Yes 'American Gods' was a thrilingly good book. So good. So twisty. --Quoth the Raven
Monday, June 10, 2002 Stranger and Stranger I like airplanes, and buisness travel in general. After all, it seems I'm my most creative artistically when I'm sitting on long, boring flights across country. So I left Texas at 6... and got to california, after 3and a half hours in the air... at 7:30. I love that. Hurray Time zones. But this isn't the weirdest thing. So I was doodling on the plane, as I always do. This time I was working on a series of chibis for the infamous Stealth D__ comic that I invented with Flidget. They were character sketches really. Nothing that amazing. What's weird was, no less than 4 complete strangers --one of them being the cabin steward -- came up to me to /gush/ over my art. This alarmed me deeply. They were chibis. Nothing special, honest. I mean, usually when I doodle in planes, people look at me in bemused curiousity or sort of "what the hell is that woman doing" but no, this time they did the exact opposite. Go fig, old people like chibis of random girls dressing as batman. *shakes head in wonder* Deep thoughts by Jack Handy. --Quoth the Raven
Friday, June 7, 2002 Another pointless Trip into "Why is that?" by Lunar for some completely inexplicable reason, I came to work this morning with a need to know where the phrase "My Blue Heaven" came from. It crops up all the time, in the damndest places, pop songs, book titles, even in Final Fantasy from time to time, and in any number of webpages etc. And I had this craving to know what the hell it was from, I mean I had this craving with that quote from batman, you know, the "Ever dance with the devil..." quote. I was thoroughly pissed off then, because I never did find an answer. It can't really be from just the movie can it? Maybe it was in the original DC, I don't know. I've given up. But this time I was determined that I figure out "My Blue Heaven" and this time I think I have hit upon sucess. Or atleast one refrence that is noticably older than all the others. So ignore the book, ignore the Steve Martin movie, think for a moment about a nice, old, jazz song written by Walter Donaldson in 1927. It's the same era as "Yes sir, that's my baby"... I even found an audio file and thus I think I am content. birds are wending back to their shelter of each little nest they love nightshade's falling
when whippoorwills call
Maybe I'll make this the next Conjunction layout while twig is working on her MiB thing....
Tuesday, June 4, 2002 Brain Fried I'm all moved. I dwell in boxes. Something has started biting me. I hope it's not fleas. I can't find any on the kittens, but maybe I'll give them a bath anyway... just to be certain. I'd bother to unpack, but I'm leaving on a buisness trip on sunday so my priporites are mainly to find my suits so I can move them from "box" to suitcase before then. There are so many seminars to teach in the next three months that they are trying to make us all take 2-per month. That's alot of travel, even for me. I should get AOL on my laptop. If I'm going to be 'dialing in' over 14 nights a month, I might as well. T-chan, if I'm still traveling this much when you get here, you'll be spoiled by having the pimp-pad all to yourself most of the time. Hurray for absentee roomates, and thank god I applied for that corporate creditcard. If the company takes over my living expenses for half a month, every month... I may never have to buy groceries again. Or something. The good news is, if I haven't written you email in a while, I probably will next week. God knows I am unmotivated to do anything else after teaching all day. "New Apartment" smell makes me dizzy. Then again it could just be the paint fumes. --Quoth the Raven
Friday, May 31, 2002 The king is dead... long live the king When the post office tells you that you don't exist, it's better to just believe them and go about your buisness. I say this because after 4 days of trying to convince them that yes, yes I do still live right where I always did... I'm still not positive that they understand. Between the Postal Service insisting that I am a non-entity, and the cable company insisting that I am a man named Vishal Singh, it's no wonder I'm having a small identity crisis here. Ah well, in a week my mail will be forwarding semi-normally, I hope... and my cable woes are all ironed out by a little face-to-face chat with Merrie Time Warner Customer Service department... Time Warner:"Well now that you mention it..." Me: "I can kill a man with a spoon you know..." Time Warner:"Right, sorry about that. We'll just transfer your service shall we?" Me: "I'm a woman on the edge, man. Don't cross me." Time Warner: ....thank you come again. Me: (Damn straight.) The new apartment looks suitably awesome. There are a few small things I'll get fixed, and blah blah blah. But Twig, you'd have laughed at how long I spent dithering about which room I'd take and which you'd get. They're both just dandy. The balcony has a nifty view of the construction next door, it looks sorta like Edo-jo at the moment because of the massive stone foundations, I'll take a picture of it. I can also see IBM main campus (since it's right next door) and the new building at my company is a glistinging white and blue happy-thought that peaks out above the hint of mo-pac and the plentiful greenery. Also, the balcony neighboring mine has a pair of gorgeous siamese cats that seem to spend their day sleeping on a custom made and carpeted jungle-gym. I want one of those. The jungle-gym, not the siamese. Right then, back to moving boxes. I have to teach Aramis to stop chewing on me... --Quoth the Raven
Wednesday, May 29, 2002 Behold We are nothing without THE NET. THE NET is out mother, our lover our holier-than-thou older sisters, and pesky-ultra-annoying little brothers. It can be a tormenting and unfair lover. It will also give, to those with the power of a good search engine and a little patience, anything their heart could desire. Hey Twig, check this out. I have a sudden craving for HomeDepot.and a circular saw. With the construction going on right next door to the apartment complex, who will know the difference if I start cutting things... right? Right? maybe if I get some saw horses and work in the parkinglot... but it's so small surely a balcony would do... This requires pondering, that... and a saw. In other news I lost my battle with the US Postal Service. They're quite confident that I do not in fact exist any more. They were very timely about it, the mail that they so Considerately marked 'return to sender' has already started percollating back to it's original owners. This peeves me. *stamps foot* I do TO exist! *looks at hands* Nope. Not transparent yet. Just had to check. Things will all sort out again in a week or so, but damn this will make my creditors confused. *scratches another name of a list of bill-people to call* So many bills...
Monday, May 27, 2002 Doh Doh Doh So I may be the best thing since the bastard child of Martha Steward and Bob Villa. Actually, the idea of the two of them producing offspring terrifies me more that I can express. Anyway. I can make alittle box with a frosted top and a tube-light in it. I can't do THIS. I want it. It's like shooting a fly with the 24" deck guns of the U.S.S. Missouri, but I want it. I'm not insane enough to bid on it, because it won't dissemble I bet and paying for the shipping ON A TABLE would be a bit much. We're not even going to consider the shipping insurance.Now this is a bit more in my price range but.. 5x7?! you've got to be kidding! Maybe I could try to adapt a x-ray display table but that feels morbid for some reason. Happy B-day Thorne! I didn't know otherwise I'd have done something dumb for you. If you can think of anything you'd like to guilt me into, I'll do my best to provide... maybe I'll just chip in for those goggles. That reminds me I need to ponder getting contacts again.
Friday, May 24, 2002 And now... the All singing, All dancing... So on a down note this morning, I've discovered that I've been out-bid on that nifty-difty light table that I saw on Ebay. I know it's still a reasonable buy, but I loathe bidding wars with a violent passion and refuse to spend Boku money on something that really *I Could* just throw together myself in a weekend with a trip to homedepot and a visit to my friend's table saw. <-- Cheap Lunar. The good news is that I have met the first of the potential Chippy-adopters and while the first impression wasn't grand (wants Chippy as a gift for fiance?! bad idea!), his fiance was smitten with the stupid cat's 'extra fluffy' coat and generally "hug me" disposition. So we may have a winner. Shockingly, there is a SECOND person who saw my little posters at work and expressed interest (go me!). So if this guy can't make up his mind, I still have a chance. This just goes to show that my "DORKY COWORKER" who previously owned this cat, could have EASILY done the same thing like 3 MONTHS AGO before it hit 'emergency' level for getting rid of Chippy. But I'm not bitter. So long as the funny ol' thing gets a good home, I'll feel well and content with the universe and my role in it. For lo'! I am CAPTAIN OBVIOUS! Defender of a cute felines, and powered by an innovative minxture of rootbeer floats and milk-tea with pudding! I'm like Popeye! With sugar! Woot! Planning road-trips with Twig is just way too much fun for an average engineer. I have to go breathe into a paperbag after I'm done looking at maps. Michigan is hell'a'far, but it's not... hell'a'far... you know? I think it's because of all that lovely flat high-speed highway. *breaks into song* Me... and my... lead-foot... walking down the avenue together...* We'd better get a CD player for the car though, or she'll kill me after the first 40 miles. If I'm not listening to music... I sing to myself in a way that I have been told is (a) annoying (b)alarming (c)a sign of the second coming. Especially when I do the Alvin-and-the-Chikmunks' version of 'Bad to the Bone'. Mooncalf has a really cool entry about how fics can hit a person like a bolt from the blue. I can't say I've ever been possessed, but I have to agree, getting those moments of pure zen where you start on an outline and the story just clicks. Start to finish. From scene to scene to scene with glorious omniscent detail. Yeah. That's the most incredible feeling in the world. Maybe it's because as a kid I always read the ending first. I don't know. I can't bear starting a fic with out knowing how it will end. And once I start I just go, scene by scene by scene until I tie it off with a bow. Twig always raggs me on this but even with our very different styles (me: Linear!LinearLinear!) (twig:NoNoNoNo!) we still rub along very quietly together, so go fig. *shrug* From what I've heard from other fan-writers I'm the exception rather than the norm... hmmmm. <--Freak!
Wednesday, May 22, 2002 Things that made me happy Texas has many failings for a girl who moves here from the north, the heat, the lack of trees, the lack of landscape... the lack of perogies... but sometimes being here is really awesomely incredible. The reason why? (1) The trivial, *sushi* Austin has pleanty of tasty affordable sushi. This is a good thing. (2) The non-trivial, the SKY. As a child I often wondered at how people could manage to go all day without ever being enchanted by the simple act of looking up. I mean sure, NY in the winter, and Pittsurgh... Most of the Year... has noting happing over head but that classically depressing leaden-cast cloud cover that if you've seen once, you've seen all. I was driving home from work last night-- at the awful hour of "Golly Lunar, it's really late!"-- and it struck me again just how beautiful the light in Texas is. Summers-in-NY sort of light is this lazy butter yellow that seems to hold the humidity and provide the bouyant media for random buzzing insects. It's the sort of light that you can describe with "pools" or "beams" or "puddles." It's rich and golden and mellow and makes you sorta sleepy. I remember going on hikes through meadows and woods and peering up at the sky between the branches and seeing the quiet blue of it. It was always amazing how slowly the clouds sort of rolled by. They weren't in any hurry and were big and puffy and you could play endless games where you imagined they were castles or puppies or the DeathStar or the like. It was a nice sky, and generally it was framed by some low-grade classy mountains. The sky in Texas... has more of a feeling of energy, call it jet stream, call it lack of mountain ranges, call it proximity to the ocean; it's just different. At noon there really isn't much to comment on. The light is harsh and hard and painful, sort of like standing under floodlights. The blues all become rather washed out because the sun is doing its very best to crush your soul into a itty bitty blackened fritatta to be blown away. But around sunset, and for easily an hour after dusk... there is the most fantastic twilight you've ever seen. It's like the shade of light decays from bleached white, to this soft and super-clear lavender. If you are lucky enough to be on the highway during the change, you get this feeling that suddenly the entire landscape has shifted a little. It's like those children's stories that say that the world that exists when people should be asleep is .../different/ from the regular old day-to-day world. You get the feeling that you can see forever in that violet light, that everything is more in focus, and yet more dream like. It's the sort of light that makes you wonder if you really ought to have your headlights on, not because you can't see the road, but that you're afraid that other people won't see /you/. It's also the sort of light that makes you begin to question reality and get all sorts of creative/crazy inspiration. You get these urges to go and /do/ things, or maybe just stare mezmerized as the colors shift darker and darker into night-time. I wonder if anyone else has ever noticed this sort of phenomina and if it only happens if you live someplace wide, and flat, and very dry. Or perhaps I'm just a little more mental than most. I should ask Spooky if she's ever noticed it when in Dallas. What ever the reason, it is very happiness inducing. Everyone should try it sometime.
Tuesday, May 21, 2002 Make...hurting stop. Hurray for Bi-polar days! I think I'll do little lists and add to them as the day goes on.
Good! Bad! It's going to be one of those days.
Monday, May 20, 2002 Kittens are funny Aramis is a cuddle bunny, he is also jealous. Every time I get Maki to cooperate and sit in my lap to be petted and adored, her brother tollerates it for abotu 3 seconds before running over and demanding his fair share. He then steps all over his sister in trying to monopolize my petting-power which pisses her off and she leaves. Which completely defeats me trying to pick her up and get her used to being cuddled. At this rate she is associating "picked up and cuddled" with a foot in the eye from her brother. /There's/ a neruosis I'd like to avoid... Enough about the kittens! Spent a productive 5 minutes this morning hanging chippy-posters to atleast pretend to have tried getting him a home before giving up and letting him become a pound kitty. Have fallen into uber-motivated mode as far as work-work and blew through some other things. I'm more than half-done with my latest Isaac-adventure and it's coming along fine, so the fangirls will be happy. Who knows, I may add some exploding heads in an attempt to get the fanboys. Well, actually there is little to attract either to this story, no shonen-ai, no graphic heads... just me shitting around and going "I wonder if this is a rip off of 'the young indiana jones'... *shrug* Flidget likes it. I hate how I can have so much money on paper, but when I want to actually spend something, I find out that I'm over budget... and one more thing Go to the Matrix Website and click on "Mainframe" link and then select "Neil Gaiman" from the pull down for "matrix comics" Series1. Read his matrix fic. Smile with the joy that occurrs when you realize we are living in the same era as Neil at his most mighty... I thank you. (Poppy Brite also wrote one, so you can read all day if you like).
Saturday, May 18, 2002 it's a beautiful day in the... well, you know. So seriously, it's gorgeous out. I spent the morning assisting a friend into his brand new house. It's nice, not too big... not like Baka's pallazio down in Orlando that he's apparently rattling away in. So now I'm home and the kittens are romping around and making me happy. Aramis seems to finally remembered what to do with his kitty litter, so that makes me even happier. I am however keeping them in the bathroom at night and when I am at work because there are just too many nibble-able things laying around the apartment, including my 10base-T and far too much packing tape. As a result, they have officially declared my small bathroom "kitten space" and seem to delight in making a mess of it. Thank goodness they're still too small to open cabinet doors. That's something to look forward to next month. Gah. I've been pondering getting a real home-entertainment-center for the new apartment... but that would seem to promote me to start buying toys to place on the various shelves, a PS2 for example would fit very nicely... and a Real speaker/stereo system... maybe dolby... and get my japanese PS1 modded... If I ever remember to put it back together so B-kun can have a crack at it... I should also clean my car this weekend. The outside is all fairly spic and span, but the trunk is full of papers that are easily 1 year old, and potting soil... and scraps from art class and god knows what else. Ne, Twig... add a DirtDevil to the list of things that I'd adore you if you had... but then again, they're only 30$ max, so I could just go get one myself. Wow... it's 5pm, and the vampires are already flamenco-ing... Who knew.
Monday, May 13, 2002
mrrrr... why is AIM broken today...
Monday, May 13, 2002 ... Hate. Ants. HATE Remember that rant I made last month, about the ants, and the apartment, and how I hated them? Remember the rant a few days ago where I was grumbling because my A/C seems determined to malfunction? Well the repair-guy came by yesterday (hurray) and you'll never guess why it keeps fritzing out on me... Well actually, given the title of this rant, it's not hard. Honest. It's ants. So aside from trying to march in 2-by-2 along my electrical wires, they have also taken up habitation in and around the two out-side A/C units. This means the little pissers are getting into the electronics i.e. the electric sockets, and getting zapped, and dying, thus causing my a/c units to lose a clean connection to the socket they're plugged into, and thus making them utterly useless. So the repair dude came by and scraped off the little buggy carcasses from where ever they had been non-conductively accumulating, and sprayed some anti-buggy spray, and now my A/C is working again... Have I mentioned that I'm GLAD I'm moving out of this place in a month? GLAD?! Ahahahaha. I hate ants. In other news, Chippy is a whinny dork but I've finally gotten him to curl up nicely next to me when I sleep rather than on my throat. And my kittens are probably attempting an excape from their pen as I write this. Hopefully they'll decide the "outside world" of the apartment is boring when I'm not there, and will settle down for a long day's nap. Otherwise I'll get home tonight and discover they've jail-breaked past the cardboard, mesh and old engineering textbooks (yes b-kun I had to employ the Sig & Sys tome this morning to block another potential get away and I even broke out the "internet and public policy tome" that I opened maybe once during that semester)... I always knew keeping those dictionaries of circuit crap would come in handy. Maki has been getting progressively more and more assertive since yesterday and now it's gotten to the point that while she's still not gung-ho about me touching her at all, she will be just as prone to stage a sucessful escape as her sibling. So much for her being the "good child."
Saturday, May 11, 2002 Raining cats! Wheeee It's "big announcement!" time... I love it when I can rant about lots of good news all at once! First off... Lunar would proudly like to announce that she has two new arrivals into her Insane Asylum! Please meet the future Mr.&Ms. "make me some eggs woman!" a.k.a THE KITTENS.
I was given them by a very nice woman in the human resources department of my company. She fosters cats from one of the local shelter and one she fostered this spring turned out to be pregnant! These gorgeous little darlings are the sum and total of her litter and so it would be criminal to split them up I think. The mother it turns out, is also going to a happy home so I'm glad. Hmmm maybe I should ask Kathy if she knows anyone who can foster Chippy for a few months... Sah but I'll save that for another time. The kittens are now safely ensconed in their little play-paddock and are pondering carefully whether or not it's worth peeking out of their carrier to see where the hell they are. Aramis is definitely Musketeer material, brave and bold as he pokes the water dish and cat-litter looking for anything that might be a threat to his Maki-chan. She's playing it conservative, and has wedged herself into the back of the carrier to take a nap. This means of course... that I am left to my own devices ^_^ aside from giggling every time I hear a chibi-sneeze or meep, I am thanks to B-kun the proud owner of many clean throw-rugs, and all the software I need to be a screen-capturing fool. Guess what I'll be doing for the rest of the day.... *leers ala the old man from 'Contact'* Hey Fi-chan... wanna go for a ride?
Friday, May 10, 2002 Why are people so stupid? And a Tale of two coworkers... I called to check on my AC repairs this afternoon, only to find that whoever took my call this morning and promised to "tell the repair guys to get over there right away" apparently filed my request in the trash-can because they never got it. So once again I am hearing a too-chipper voice promising me to "tell the repair guys to get over there right away"... let's just say I'm not feeling too optimistic. So I have many lovely coworkers at work. And they are all very smart and cool people, and some, like B-kun, even like anime too which... makes him... cooler? But that's another story. Today's study in comparisons is between to cube-buddies. Josh who just got back from his honeymoon get's this week's Cool points, since he went on a 2 week vacation to Greece with an extra long stop in none other than San Tourini (yes, that is one of the proposed Atlantis-myth islands). I am hideously jealous of him. But he has Photos! So take alook at some nifty Early greek civilization ruins and go 'oooh and ahhh' with me. But don't go scaring him, he's a nice guy. Coworker #2 shall remain nameless because he's a dork and it's mean enough to ragg people on the net behind their backs without the name dropping. So Mr.2 --as he shall be called-- is a nice guy in his yuppy way. He has a nice wife in a yuppy way, and generally I like working with him and have no long lasting grudges. However Mr.2 also has a cat. From what it sounds like, it is probably a perfectly lovely animal. His wife had it for years before they got married. He hates the cat. The cat hates him. It's one of those sorts of relationships. He has until now tollerated his cat, because his wife adores the thing, but she is also now over 7 months pregnant. Last week she decided that she could not have a cat in the house with a new baby. She then leaves for a vacation home to visit her family and instructs Mr.2 to "give him a home before I get back." Now, back to point #1 with him hating the cat. So he waffles about what to do with the poor thing for a week, and basically gets no further than calling around to a few animal shelters where he finds out they are (of course) full right now. It's the middle of kitten season for christ's sake. So I yell at him a few times when he whines this week, and remind him to do his duty by his pet... and he does /a little/ but still I get the feeling he'll drag his feet until the very end. What I didn't realize is that the cat had to be out of the house by TODAY. Apparently his family is coming to visit for a week and they're all violently allergic. So he is grumbling because in his heart he is a decent guy, and the only place that would take his cat is the one pound in town with a "kill after 3 weeks" policy. And this is the point where you all should be going "LUNAR YOU DIDN'T!!" ... well I did. I am the biggest bleeding heart that ever lived. I am NOT keeping him! Honest. He's adorable and he loved me on sight. But I can't help being irrestable to the feline world. I am providing him a safe haven for a week, and lending a hand in finding him a home but after that he goes back. I have other plans for my limited living space, and for various reasons, he's just going to be too much cat for me. But better a kitty camping out in my bedroom then a dead kitty on my conscience. One of those for this season is enough I think. So lets give a big welcome home to "Chippy" my house guest for the week. And please keep reminding me "Lunar you don't have room for this cat!" If you say it often enough, I'll have to remember. Won't I? Twig, the musketeers thing will work grand I'll do the official announcing tomorrow because happy news and crabby news don't seem to mix well.
Thursday, May 9, 2002 Death from above. It's 10pm, I got home at 7:30, and I'm due into the office at 7am... it's 80 something degrees hot and humid outside, Fi-chan has helped me come to a gruesome realization about my feelings on fanart, critiques and the world at large which has left me both grateful and incredibly peevish. I shall likely be ranting about it soon so I'll tip-my-hat for it in advance. I Will be stepping on toes, and while I beg forgiveness for the rant, I won't for the content. But that's another story. I have just discovered that my AC is broken. I've about had it for today. I think I'm going to bed. The only high point of the afternoon is that Twig and I are down to the last few finalists on the naming front, so tomorrow we shall have a duel after work and she will tell me her final vertict... Really I like everything on the list so I'll take whatever works :) We can always change our minds after the summer... I'll have another 14 years to self-correct any mis-naming habits. Pillage, rape and loot and burn, but all in moderation...
Tuesday, May 7, 2002 "..." Fi-chan if you thought my last idea for One Piece was hairbrained and terrifying THIS will knock your socks off. Here's hoping that your head doesn't explode like mine almost did. This manga has elevated from amusing, to genius simply because of the way he can use his damn splash pages to tell completely irrelevant side-stories. I bet in the anime they'll compile this whole thing into the most insane filler episode ever. Disco Stu likes Disco music.
Tuesday, May 7, 2002 Boom-shaka... Found 2 One Piece sites that I actually like. They range from hideous looking but funny, to classy and highly informative. I no longer feel the need for me to create a full-fledged site, but I'll try for a small shrine with some movies on it... so long as they're small, and I can limit the bandwidth... (I've started a discussion witht he folks at dreamhost about how to throttle a domain if I have to. If it's not possible, I may have to take more drastic steps. Destination Paradise In spite of its name, I promise there is no buggery to be seen on that website. The reference is from a Winston Churchill quote. Go Churchill.
Monday, May 6, 2002 Buuuuu I'm gorging on my newly-arrived One Piece DVDs like there is no tomorrow, and yes, I will cry when I run out. I'm also trying to master the stange art of screencap, so I may have a little shrine someday... maybe... if I feel like it... I'm starting to pack and clean the non-essentials... but there are a surprising number of things that are big and hard to wash... like my couch cover, and random throw rugs... This may require abusing B-kun ferociously over the next few weeks... But I can bribe him with afore-said One Piece so I think I'll manage. Today I cleaned my patio, which was alot of me going "eeek! spiders!" and throwing away pots of dead plants that had been accumulating in the corner. Tomorrow's chore is to start packing up pots and pans that I only use once a month. The likliness of me needing them before the 30th is slim to none. It's already hotter than Hades here... well... "as hot." It's going to be 90 something all week... and my new hair cut makes me look like a mushroom, so I sorta wonder about all the compliments I'm getting. :P ... and.... Everyone should vote in my new poll Since it's new, I thought it up all by myself, and I'm really rather proud of it ^___^. Baka!Lunar On the Loose!
Friday, May 3, 2002 Happy Graduation Twig!!! Mercy but I hope that is big enough.... I knew I should have sent a card...
Friday, May 3, 2002 La da de, La de da. Strange days. Hard to be depressed when you live in a state that's always sunny. Shopping for kittens is grand fun but I am torn between getting something chibi-chibi and raising it up proper, or getting something older and not feeling as guilty about working a 40 hour week. But then, if I get a set, they won't be lonely. Hell, they'll probably not even notice when I'm there, except that there is something big and 2-legged trying to play with them. Go fig. This requires some pondering. Remember that contruction work that I counted as a potential "con" to getting the new apartment? well, they're almost done. It's scary how fast an apartment complex can go up in this town. I drove past it in january and they had started pouring the slabs and bulldozing the roads (messy buisness dust was everywhere) and now, 5 months later they're almost done with the exterior work on the 2 buildings closest to where I will be moving. They'll have the shingles on by the end of nextweek and will likely be black-topping and painting the parkinglot by the time I move. Sorta makes me wonder what they're charging... |
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