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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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Tuesday, September 17, 2002 confused... Is it just me... or did I loose a post... I don't know... I vaguely recall haveing a little "blerg" up from last week about XML and my ass and copious amounts of pain followed by my righeous smackdown and blah blah blah.... Maybe I dreamed the whole thing. THat happens sometimes. Spent the weekend on the east coast, ironically by the time I got there, Fish-chan of the amazing gift art had returned to the west coast... I'll catch that wench yet! Actually, next month... since she'll be in school and so can't run away, and I'll be out there for work purposes. Mother's new house is in dire need of a cat. I tried to explain this to her but she started muttering 'fanatic' and shaking her head. She's obviously vitamin deficient. in the quest to give me more ulcers, Flidget's mother, twig's PlayStation, and the entire universe are conspiring against me. I have an urge to go home and join with Maki and her brother in chewing some small plush toy to bits while growling.
Thursday, September 5, 2002 I'll be damned... Flidget! Look at what those crazy buggers did now! Looks like you'll be able to get your mitts on that Jango Dancing side plot in japanese if nothing else. God it's so expensive... blerg.
Thursday, September 5, 2002 Yawn poor T-chan was going to bed just as I was getting ready for work this morning... That was sort of surreal... at least it confused the hell out of the kittens... on the plus side this means she'll be just getting up by the time I get home... or something. Silly night shifts. I wish I knew more about interdependency of Java classes, or hell, had ever learned to program in Java before starting this project. I'm badgering people with the stupidest questions because while I know how to write code, I usually I don't understand the process behind it as far as what the language knows how to interpret or not... bleh. It's too early for this.
Wednesday, September 4, 2002 I am an XML god Geek ranting shall be contained to the title. In other news I had this odd dream where Twig and I, in addition to the kittens, also had a pet parrot of a vaguely lime-green variety. I fed it the nectarines that I bought last week because Twig told me that they were starting to go bad and I figured I might as well give them to the bird. Aramis was jealous... wonder why I was dreaming of parrots.
Tuesday, September 3, 2002 So... yeah... Just to cast my vote, Witch Hunter Robin is indeed an interesting new-comer on the scene. I like the opening song almost as much as Hellsing. It's catchy without being annoying. Robin is earnest, which I think is horribly novel for a young female lead character. She also manages to pull off the goth-factor-9 without pissing me off. As backhanded as these compliments are, really once you see it you'll know what I mean. There are many many ways this show could have gone from cool to suck, and so far it has managed to avoid all of them. It is a worthy adversary for the jaded anime pallete. I give it another 2-3 weeks before it is liscenced for US release. Sunrise is nobody's fool, and given Hellsing's popularity (i.e. the amazing selling potential of serious/goth/horror storylines) they ought to be locking this one down before episode 10. I'll have to look around for manga. ^_^ The Con was indeed chibi, but then again, so was Spooky, so it was all good. I made up for my bootleg Initial D tapes by buying several books of the manga. Also picked up Eatman98 (don't laugh) which fulfills my need for soft spoken hitmen in round sunglasses. People say it sucks as an anime, but I say "bleh" to them because obviously they've never read it. The show is /supposed/ to be criptic, god knows the books are worse. It's a feel-good guns-and-babes story where Bolt always wins... usually in an entertaining fashion. I should go out and buy The Professional too... mmmm Jean Reno... but that has a sad ending. The remake of Gatchaman was just as bad as they say, however... even my childhood love for the series couldn't keep me from snickering at the badly planned dialog. It is pretty... and 90's style... but they tried to condense an entire season into 3 episodes which meant all character development went right out the window, not to mention the original character designs... Jinpei, what did they do to you! It hurt, I'm glad it only cost 10 dollars.
Tuesday, August 27, 2002 This stings... Behold the death of highbrow. By all means, lets replace Nero with yet another voyeristic "reality tv" joke staring 80's soft-core porn stars... sigh... Taking a job in London seems more entertaining all the time. BBC has to have something vaguely redeeming on... it's like a government requirement, isn't it? --Quoth the Raven
Thursday, August 22, 2002 oook oook Tomcat JSP server applications have officially removed my liver and used it for patte. I would like it back at somepoint, but today I'm just too tired to care. Damnit if you won't launch correctly, atleast have the decency to throw an error! Any Error! Don't just shuffle silently off to that Nether Realm where all bad processes go to die... *points to Apache* Your little friend checks out... so what the hell is wrong with /you/! All of this and the first damn "normal" fic that has graced my stupid brain and has a 'plot' god forbid /still/ wants to be a first-person affair. I don't /like/ writing in the first person. It's harder. And frankly I don't think it's as easy to attract an audience for. Blerg. Then again those silly David Eddings books were damn funny. Hurray for Belgrath the Sorcerer? But those are good simply /because/ we knew all the events of the world already through the belgariad etc. So I continue to sit here like a lump, and debate with myself... and get nothing useful done. Yeay me. Atleast if I had a gamecube, I could be rotting braincells on Eternal Darkness... but no... I will have to see about renting one.
Wednesday, August 21, 2002 Against my will... A social blog Usually I hold off on social foo unless more than one person has said something I wish to fling my monkey crap at (in the politest way possible, of course). In catching up with the last 2 weeks of blogs, contragulations Thorne, you fell into the slot as #2. *poke* FF7 and sane hairstyles? Stop smoking the cracky-cracky... wait, check that, FF and sane hairstyles?! Just a thought but the reason the fans draw/discuss the ponytail thing on top of the dorks head is probably because that it is the way it's done in the game, and all things considered, he did seem to have a generic samurai flair to his personality, so it doesn't seem out of place. It's not that he looks like a valley girl, it's simply a non-american thing all together. (Thinks of the Korean kids she saw on the plane to Michigan 3 weeks ago and how the two boys in the front looked EXACTLY like Pebbles and Bam-bam from the Flintstones). Honestly my personal pet peeve is when fangirls make him leave his hair down. That much loose hair? On a man of action? It'd get tangled in the sword. 10-points says he has to braid it up at night to keep it from getting all knotted and crappy. Or maybe I'm just grumpy because Twig loves you more than me. *mope* ^_^a Lilack... Curt Cobain...? /Really/... I mean sure his music was innovative, in it's way... but he was scummy, and dirty... and flannel clad! All of these things are great for /me/ *looks down at her flannel* but would hardly fit the game profile of "Sydney"... They're both blonde, and perhaps generally bitter, but that's about where the comparison ends. I'll have to vote against Johnny Depp too. He's too... american and getting more so by the day. Maybe back when he was in Benny&June... but not now. So even though the corporate sales conference is over, this week is holding a good contest with last week in the catagory of "how much work can she possibly finish before friday"... what ever happened to my nice 40 hours. I'd come in, do some coding, go home... doodle a bit... inflict pain on Flidget in the form of said doodles... go to bed... So far, the 5 minute break of the morning has resulted in this, and my reading Kyou Kara Ore Wa! which is too damn funny. What is it with me and shonen manga... First "One Piece", then "I'll", now this... Maybe I'll use my next decadent 5 minute break and finally set up that LJ account I've been promising to do for B-kun... but the only people I read LJs for are him and Blackrose... *shrug* atleast I can respond to their journals with a nifty icon. --Quoth the Raven
Sunday, August 18, 2002 Wow. Added some new writings to the fansite for the fangirls. I need to get my butt in gear more often. Or maybe I just need to take up knitting instead. --Quoth the Raven
Tuesday, August 13, 2002 Allow me to put my geek hat on. Far be it for me to sing the praises of Microsoft, bringer of pain, and bluescreens, and XP "build your home network" wizards that are missing critical features so I can't get Twig online... not to mention their security patches that only work on versions of the software that noone runs... and .Net, let's not forget .Net and all the pain that will bring me in the next 3 years... Lets put all that aside for the moment and think about Tablet PCs for a moment. Now I'm all for innovation, and I'm probably jumping the gun but in all this lovely lovely promotional babble, I am nowhere seeing anything useful to me the rather fumble-prone average end-user. They say you can press your hand against the screen when you write. To this I say 'COOL!'... but how durable is it? Some of the pretties mention that you can "attach a keyboard" and fold it closed like a laptop, but others are meant to 'stand alone' so to speak? It's great that it "travels light" but what is to keep me from fatally scratching my precious and now oh-so-exposed screen? I worry about these things. Maybe they figure its feather light 4lb weight will be sufficient to have us always clasping it to our bosoms like a cherished child. I don't know about the practicality of that when my usual abuse of the laptop includes cramming it haphazardly on top of a pile of papers and crap in my bag so I don't exceed the airline's new and totalitarian "one bag only, bub, and this means /you/" carry-on limit. The other things I worry about are (1)new and special OS... it's never a good thing to have a one-of-a kind OS, that means one-of-a-kind 'oh fuck' moments. and (2) "magic pen"... so sure, the screen isn't touch sensitive, and is probably durable enough to deflect the tusks of a Bull Elephant. That's great, "Marvvy" even... but the work around for this is the need for a "magic pen" to make it go... Will these pens be available for purchase without calling the parts-department I wonder? Any time I see the words "special pen" related to a computing device I get the shivers. I can barely keep track of a pen for 20 minutes, much less over a year. Maybe it'll come on a string, maybe it'll be tacked down with 20 feet of heavy duty steel chain... maybe I'll just be scrambling on ebay one dark and stormy weekend trying to find someone who can sell a stupid thing to me for less than 50$ and can ship overnight because my time-critical files are ON THE PC and it HAS NO KEYBOARD OR MOUSE. Then again, in this modern ethernet age, I guess they figure I can just hook the PC to the internet and access my desktop from everywhere (thankyou Xp)... now if only I could get that working... easy my ass. The new apartment suddenly has a case of fire ants. They arrived just in time for Twig's grand entrance. They seem to like coming out of nowhere and hanging out, like in the livingroom, and the corner of her room... Occassionally they make it as far as the kitchen. The kittens seem to enjoy the challenge of hunting such small things, but really. I'm pretty pissed. Woke up this morning to find 4 more of them and have decided to make my apartment agency give me some ant bait. Wonder if it is toxic to kittens... maybe they'll be living in the bathroom again for a while... :-P Hate ants.... HATE. --Quoth the Raven
Wednesday, August 7, 2002 Lunar's checklist First off, waking up at 5am because a kitten has decided to take the duster to bed with you, and is jabbing you in the kidneys with it as they settle down, is not a good way to wake up. Needless to say, kittens and their current 'favorite toy' were expelled from the bedroom for the remainder of the morning... atleast they were suitably sorry later. Well if sorry is defined by maki trying to chew the straps off my backpack... Me: nono! Bad kitty!
So the bag is packed, the tickets are confirmed, the ride is supposedly going to whisk me off to the airport... I packed the relevant things like maps, sketchpad... notebook... batteries... towel... and the rest will sort itself out tomorrow morning as I race to the airport or something. Speaking of racing around, here's a big "gambatte" to Ann, who won't see this for a while since she is 'enroute' to Mito-cho from Tokyo. I hope the hotel desk helped you get some extra $ because $ is good. one of my cube-mates was playing the damn 'don't worry, be happy' song... it's now stuck in everyones head. We're all humming like morons. That boy is going down.
Tuesday, August 6, 2002 I am the rain maker... So... I went to Orlando, and it rained, I water my plants and it rains... I go to Michigan... and it rains... won't that be fun. It's going to be a long wet drive back to texas... but maybe I'll get lucky and we'll just get overcast instead of a deluge. *looks at weather maps* I'm my own little black raincloud... well... not so little since it's hitting the midwest... Tis' the season? In other news, my kittens like to dust. Or perhaps they just like the duster. They carry it around like a bird dog returning with the bounty of the hunt, and eventually it is smuggled under the bed where they then forget about it. me: ... where's my duster?
little monsters. --Quoth the Raven
Monday, August 5, 2002 Strange day So this morning I got sucked into one of those classic cubical-farm-pointless-conversations. You know the type. It's the sort of conversation that happens midmorning on a monday when everyone is tired or bored or stirr crazy. Somewhere off to my left, some guy was waxing poetic on how he went to some 'personality retreat' this weekend and came out feeling shriven and wholesome again. I put my headphones on to ignore him, even though he was quite loud. On the other side was my cube-buddy's punk music leaking out around his awesomely large headphones. I like punk so I don't mind... and then behind me comes the question... "but why does soda in cans taste better than soda in plastic?" And like a properly bored cog, I set my java complier up to crunch, turn around and go "huh?" Which eventually led to an amusing discussion of "If you leave soda unopened on the shelf, assuming constant temperature... what goes bad first? Naturally a plastic bottle loses, hands down... but what about glass vs. tin? B-kun and I pondered it on chat for a whole minute and a half before deciding that soda in tin probably can go flat, it just takes a while. And in that time the soda will probably (a) crystalize or (b) eat through the can. Somehow I remember a news story as a child about a family getting food poisoning off of a case of 6 year old coke... some food for thought for you... always read the sell-by date. So if this wasn't an odd way to spend your morning, I then pondered 'well what /is/ the absolute shelf-life for a can of coke? Well I never found out... when I did my google search over lunch... I got This instead. Now when you think about it, searching for "'soda can' shelf life" and getting a gritty and insightful discussion of a plane crash that happened almost 9 years ago is as odd as can be. I just finished reading the thing and I have to say, I still know jack about soda cans, but now I know alot more about the FAA... hurray for serendipity. Anyway take a while and read this, it's alittle 'bleeding heart' at times... but it's always interesting to know what the corporations are pulling over on us. So that is my surreal afternoon. I thank you.
Saturday, August 3, 2002 I'm only happy when it rains... Why is it, that any given day that I go "Oh crap I have to water my plants" ... that 3 hours after doing so, it decides to rain down buckets worth of water? I wish I had a cistern... *Counts on fingers.* Just 5 days, including today, until I redeem my Twig deposit and get a friend-in-a-box for the apartment. It's for the best really... Every big apartment needs an accessory or two. I did clean, honest... It's just that Aramis has already discovered a dead leaf on the patio and is now grinding it to smitherines... into my carpet.... *sigh* Ah well, all's well that ends well.
Tuesday, July 30, 2002 Ureshii! So I failed once again to find a japanese class... 2-for-2 with the community college being full, and the comunity center only teaching kids ages 10 and younger. However, the woman who teaches the community center classes is more than happy to tutor me privately. It turns out she's actually cheaper than the community college class, so certainly I'll do it, try it for the semester and then see what next. She's cool though and says she's gotten people ready for those proficency tests before. She's also young and fresh off the boat so I can ask her silly questions like "do japanese women still talk like.... *blerg*?" And she'll get a good chuckle. so I'm happy. So happy. Twig, if you want you may want to sorta listen in or something... or maybe she'll let you sneak into the 'conversation practice' lessons. Muahaha.
Monday, July 29, 2002 Ummmm Ok... "Hawaiian Ice"...? Food Network How could you crush my soul?! They take a perfectly obvious Japanese shaved ice, you know the kind, the ones served in nummy cones with the light fluffy consistancy of fresh snow and then drizzled in goodness and maybe red-beans... and they call it 'a hawaiian ice' ... of all the unfair... I mean just because Mashimoto's Shaved Ice is located in Haimea on Oahu (if you go to see sunset beach, this is a must-detour) doesn't mean that it's a Hawaiian original... grrrr. *kick* How could they have Iron Chef and then do a silly thing like that.
Friday, July 26, 2002 ... where are my pants? Because I haven't done in ages, and it seems everyone is saying something I want a piece of... A quick social snap-back. Twig, your Zack quip made me inhale my coffee the wrong way at 7:30 this morning when I came in early to beat-the-code-review. I hate you. And your dog. Alternatively... if I ever get off my ass and /do/ write something classicly military and slashy... will all the fanboys complain he's /not/ gay? Given my track record... hmm wait no, never mind. Bad Twig. ^_^ Spooky, I can finally top your dream. This morning I woke up to a weird nightmare where I, my mother, my sister, her new boyfriend, and the entire conjunction wearing clothing a-la-Men-In-Black were sitting down to tea in a house mother long ago sold back in NY. It was all humdrum retellings of 'Lunar's most humiliating childhood moments' (with appropriate "MOM!" interuptions from me) until strangely it began to pour outside. It was raining buckets, oddly that's one of the clear images. So I peek out the window to make a comentary about the flooding driveway, when I see Mistopheles (Houdini's brother who passed away a year before she did) out lounging in the driveway and getting rained on. For some reason I can't explain, I could both justify my worry about it not being healthy for a sick cat to be drenched (he was sick with cancer before he died)and also the fact that instead of looking frail and weak, he looked buffer and fuzzier, almost like the Cat from the Last Unicorn. He even had an odd-colored eye. I swear I heard a quiet "Arrr" as I picked him up, so maybe it was the cat from the movie, but thir colorings were about the same so who cares. So I run outside to get Mr.Misto so he won't get soaked and in doing so I jog past my sister's car. I don't notice until I've got an arm-full of cat and am returning to the porch that there is a very very desiccated corpse crammed awkwardly into her passenger-side-seat. It was really really disgusting, but not because it was oozing or anything. Actually, it looked like one of those "Mummies unwrapped!" things where it was old and leathery. However the fact that it was In Her Car sorta wigged me out. I ran inside, dropped the cat (who sulked off to hang with Houdini in the kitchen) and promptly screamed, "There is a corpse in your damn car!". My sister, needless to say, was a little perturbed. Everyone just stares at me and then out the window for a minute until my father who apparently was hiding in the bathroom goes, "Well, it's probably the one that went missing yesterday. Someone should let the police know we found it." Good... old... dad? What the hell was the corpse doing /missing/ anyway... I never found out. After another awkward moment when nobody was moving to do anything but stare at the car again, I gave up and went to dial the cops. And promptly woke up. ^_^ Scared the crap out of my kittens by lurching awake because they had both cutely spooned-themselves along my back while I had been sleeping, but hey, purring kittens are great when you're weirded out. ... mmm ... purrrrrr.... Ann, Congrats on making it out the week. I'd buy more, but I'm saving my $ for real relevant life things. Like brains, and picnics, and trips to Dallas. That and Japanese classes for the fall :-P after my meeting today I'll have to go over to the community college and let them do their 'so you want to enroll hmmm?' thing with me. Also my manga collection arrived so I'm all hepped up on Shonen fun with a double feature of big guns. God Bless Hellsing. Conjunction T-shirts? Now Wind-chan... fuzzy critters? *hangs head in shame* I feel I've failed as a characture of a human. Where are the goggles! The lab-coats? the Manical Laughter(TM)? Sah, you're forgiven. But obviously steps need to be taken to implement /the plan/... someone want to spare me 2K$ so I can get the Evil!Overlord desk, lamp, and leather Executive-chair set? I promise return on your investment in the form of high-ranking leadership positions in my new world order. Thorne you're right, so right. I hate those lists. I mean, why? Why bother? so the Feds know how many counts of theft to charge you with when they finally get around to it? Because we all know... that people who have those lists /always/ own /all/ the hardcopy CDs... right? screw it. *Has finally gotten around to listening to the Orphen Soundtrack* This thing kicks ass. Damn why is it so short?! --Quoth the Raven
Wednesday, July 24, 2002 'Fosters'... australian for 'beer' And to think I've never had one. I feel the need to go shopping for imports. No wait. My manga arrived. I need no shopping. ^_^ now if only the Post Office would let my apartment office Sign For My Package. >_< Morons. In other words, if you get one of those grocerystore plastic cartons of donut holes, and devour all but two in the course of a nice stressfull project week... and If you happen to snap the carton closed, and put it on the couch, then all you have to do to get your evening's entertainment is let your kittens spend a quiet 30minutes trying to figure out if they can eat through the plastic. Eventually they'll get bored and return to trying to eat eachother. Or something. Long delayed, but not forgotten, a the last 3 of the 'stealthdyke' character portraits! First, Comissioner Ace! Our loyal and thankfully forward thinking Police woman/kung fu master.
Our adorable and fiesty assistant, Stealth Girl! She seems to spend most of the time wondering why she puts up with us and actually doing usefull things for our beloved city. And finally, the woman we couldn't find our shoes without our exceptional butler. Meet Alfreda!
I love it. When you have nothing useful to say, just post fanart. Yah! Which reminds me, Twig, do you like peanuts?
Wednesday, July 17, 2002 And the cow said..."Moo." Right, if noone else posts a new layout tomorrow, I'll post one to beat myself. This contest is alittle over 2 weeks old, and you're all pooped already? Bah, I defy you. I love harry... but really... this has to stop... Woo I know... we can do a StealthDyke layout! I took that test over on... hmmm... someone has that "butch vs. femme test" on their blogger... I'll go find a link to it... It told me I was "Tomboy" Highly acceptable, since that is what I call myself. Infact, in the StealthDyke universe, I AM 'TomBoy'! Heeee. StealthDyke's faithful and useful assistant. Not the best dressed, but my samosa-artillery gets the job done.
Tomorrow I'll post 'commissoner gordon' or something. Making fun of Batman universe is way too easy, a pity for such a dark storyline. One good cliche deserves another?
Tuesday, July 16, 2002 Because I have nothing better to do woth my lunchbreak... Wow, I leave you guys alone for a few days... and everyone but Spooky has wandered off into the meat-world... *pokes random bloggs* oi.... alive out there? Spooky, so what you're saying is that you dreamed I was a big friendly... Sephiroth? Hmmm amusing. You'd think Twig would be more that style. But then she would also be cool as a short&spunky... mmm sounds like a new candy... like the more successfull counterpart of "good&pleanty" ... I would besure to stock up some not!pork! products when you came by... I make a mean potato shishkabob? Or something... heee now I must find twig some oversized gauntlet style gloves... Maybe I can somehow doctor a pair of store bought ones... Hey, it's time for another image or two from 'the continuing adventures of stealthdyke! I'll present Stealthdyke's eternal adversaries, and generally the most amusing duo of the lot! The Villians!
And my Harry Houdini Layout Is still up. *laughs* He really is magical! --Quoth the Raven
Monday, July 15, 2002 Go Robo-Mower! The nicest thing about being on a sales conference in Orlando allweek (no, Aside from getting a Mustang GT from Hertz) is that I get to hang with the inesteemable Senor Baka. Baka has just come home singing Roxy Heart's solo from 'Chicago' and then hustling to put his Robotic lawnmower to work out back. He is too strange and marvelous for words. We shall sing Chaicago all afternoon. "Richard Gere! Ahhhhhhh! --Quoth the Raven
Sunday, July 14, 2002 why is dreamhost dead...? I want to send something to the conjunction... and show Baka my figurestudy... and stuff Oh yeah... and Hertz gave me a bumblebee yellow 2002 Mustang. It's a nice car. A pimping car. Sadly, I don't think I want it now that I've driven it. It has weird RPMs.
Saturday, July 13, 2002 Time for a Change Up... So there's a new set of images for the month... The members of the Conjunction done up as chibi comicbook characters! Yup! So the idea of "The Continuing Adventures of StealthDyke" came about as a 'cheerup' for Twig originally... and thanks to the musings of Flidget it (of course) grew out of hand in record time. In an alternate world of chibis, the only thing that stands between the masters of crime and our fair law-abiding city... is one vigilante do-gooder... One shining brilliant force for justice and fine fashion-sense... Is it Batman? Nay! It's... StealthDyke! (Twig is going to kill me for this one.) Stay tuned and I may actually finish a little comic strip for it. For right now you get our heroine and non-sequiter extrordinare...
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