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Monday, January 28, 2002
10:23 a.m.
Arf?
The cemetary was cold, I kissed one relation too many, am now sneezing. I think I missed Twig's B-day, so now I feel bad about that too... doomed. I'll catch up... someday
really...
mmm sleep.
Tuesday, January 22, 2002
11:47 a.m.
Shikata ga nai...
I think it hit me, somewhere around 9:30 this morning... my standard 12-hours of functional normalcy after any bad situation officially expired as I was researching how taking off from work for 'bereavement' worked. Broke down crying right infront of my supervisor, poor Carlos... Poor me! I hate looking like an imbicle in front of coworkers. Because he is a latin-boy, and they are all deep into family-things, he gave me the morning off, for which I suppose I'm grateful. I promptly went home... and cleaned for 3 hours straight. Yup, me dealing with stress... yeay me. So the apartment is spic and span, and I'm going into work today/tomorrow because really, even though I could take tomorrow off too...I'd rather be working. Better then at home staring at my plane tickets to grandma's funeral and being depressed.
The temptation to have a beer before noon is high, but I think I'll stick to milk... Good-Old-Sensible-Lunar... always knows what to do... even when the answer is "Nothing, just sit tight until thursday, and don't forget to pack the black suit."
Almost makes me with I had a religion... just to fill up the gaping blank pauses between events with some sort of organized activity. Almost... but not quite.
Saturday, January 19, 2002
09:30 a.m.
And now that Flidget has seen the glory...
So can the rest of you! Yes, Lunar is proud to release her first Chibi-experiment in 3-D... Taking Flidget's laboratory to new and exciting heights of chibi-research...
We are proud, honored, and humbled to present. Jowy Atredies... otherwise known as 'that swishy-tail blonde' from Suikoden 2, he's strutting his stuff today in his Imperial-White phase...because let's face it, when he was pretending to be royality... he actually didn't look anorexic and girly... (just anorexic and militant...)Without further ado... go oggle the pics.
And now people on the conjunction will laugh at me because they've seen these already.
Thursday, January 17, 2002
01:00 p.m.
and the stone hit's the bottom of the well with a distant 'plunk'...
So tired.... so very tired... and I should call B-kun today/tomorrow and confirm that there is anime club. I could look for myself by randomly digging through the Univ. of Texas homepage. But let's face it, I'm lazy. He's got it bookmarked or something, I'm sure. But I get to start my artclass next week! wooo! My thursdays will no longer be spent in unproductive dish-washing! No! I will be out and about! drawing nekkid things! Like arms! and feet!
Oh please let there be no trips to the morgue.
But then they call it life-drawing and /then/ 'study of muscles' so I think I'm ok. I also got 'spoken' to today by one of my more uptight co-workers from another department because I dared to wear sandles while teaching. *sigh* so I'll wear something else tomorrow... but the sandals are comfy /damnit/ and I have to stand alot. Ah well some people aren't satisfied with anything less than a Lord'n'Tailor suit in the class room. Damn double standards for women I say.
Tuesday, January 15, 2002
10:54 a.m.
Orororororooro....
sometimes I feel like what it must to be like to be the Black Bowlingball of Happiness when it is used in an oldfashioned game of 10-pins. Or maybe I'm just tired and stupid. Oddly I don't mind the teaching, talking in front of crowds hasn't bothered me since my transformation from waif to bitch in 9th grade, but prepping for the class before/after it's over and then swinging by the office to makesure there are no new fires is causing me something of a headache on the need-for-sleep level. This leaves me going home after many hours feeling reclusive and brain-dead... not a good state for writing. ^_^
However I think anime club starts this friday for the spring semester at UT, so I've got plenty of vegitating to look forward to.
Monday, January 14, 2002
10:36 a.m.
Going to ushicon, leaving the creditcards home...
So I can find flights to the UK for cheaper than I used to get for flying between pittsburgh and NYC, that's just criminal. With anyluck my passport will be in the works by the end of the week, so all signs are favorable to a early-summer visit... all I need is a cave to stay in when I go. Maybe if I start courting Flidget's parents... what do you think... send them flowers? proof on employment? A box of chocolates? A letter swearing I indend to throw no wild parties at their adorable domicile? Hell I'd tell them I was getting engaged to Prince William, or failing that, to Flidget... but I think that would only make them go 0.o
Yeah, I know... silly me
Guess what? Teaching is fun! I've just sent all my people's off to lunch and am feeling pretty good about this whole thing. They even seem to like me. Go fig. Even the airconditioning is cooperating since I'm not freezing my keister off. Ofcourse the suit-jacket helps.
lets see if this posts...
Sunday, January 13, 2002
06:23 p.m.
Poke...
Hmmm it seems to be working... sort of... woohoo!
Hurray for server troubles. But after all, if we were paying for our server space, the poor little dude who runs pitas would have the $ to buy a new server from time to time. But hey, life moves on. Anyway, I'm off to teach nextweek so i won't be in my usual online haunts. I'm making headway at last on Looking 7, so there's a prayer in hell that I'll be done before... oh I dunno... the last trump of doom. I inflicted a bit on the long suffering Flidget tonight, and aside from my general horror that is grammar she says there is hope of it not sucking.
Cross your fingers.
Thursday, January 10, 2002
05:00 p.m.
... Lunar... world traveler?
So I went and talked to the corporate travel agent, and amazingly enough. If my class in Baltimore in March goes through, yes they wouldn't mind at all booking me straight through to London. Well well, isn't that neat. So on the one hand... I can potentially save 300$ on an already dirt-cheap trip abroad... on the other hand, if that class gets canceled I'll somehow have to run-like-hell to make it to baltimore intime for that flight. Somehow I'm willing to take the risk.
Only flaw to this plan? Passport. It looks like I'll be making a stop at ye-merrie-postoffice tomorrow or saturday to pick up some forms, then tra-la tra-la to someplace that takes photos, then tra-la tra-la off to pay the extra $ to expedite the passport thingy...
And then there is the freak chance that miss Flidget could be a homeless transvestite living in a cave somewhere... Or just homeless... or just a transvestite...
Won't that be nice...
Wednesday, January 9, 2002
07:34 a.m.
Does this thing even work?
Spike in a plug suit? Bah, that's nothing. Faye.../Faye/ in a plug suit... now honestly, would that be more? or Less fanservice for the male fans of the show? I almost wonder that bright colored spandex and vaccume-sealed rubber would cover a bit more. Not that I Dislike Faye or anything... no, she has her uses... french maid... humerous scape goat... doorstop... right, I'll shut up now before twig slaps me silly. Oh wait, here's a brain braker... Jet. Jet in a plug suit... or would you demean him by giving him the role of the penguin...? No wait, Ein is the penguin... or the pup could be Rei... cuter too.
I /am/ going to get slapped... OK! Moving on!Get packing Flidget! and then help me think of an ending for this stupid story... before I shoot the sulky twit and call it a day. On the other hand, maybe I'll just wave my little "insert villian rant scene here" flag and end the story on a "What? This is all we get?" note.
That could be evil and fun.
the project is almost done, cross your fingers!
Friday, January 4, 2002
05:28 p.m.
her brain, and resolve are broken.
So I realized I was tired of looking at code roughly 20 minutes ago when I took a brief break, and the next thing I knew, I was browsing the home-buying websites for austin TX. I'm shocked, for 115,000 I can get a fairly cute house with several bedrooms and two full bathrooms... And here I thought Austin's housing prices were inflated to hell and back... Not that they aren't but eeeh. I should start roommate-hunting...
Monday, December 31, 2001
12:41 p.m.
It's a new year...?
Whole new year... same old Lunar... But wait! At least it's a productive Lunar! I love how my writing runs in cycles... but lately I can officially blame real life. But that's another story! So yes, I added a new section to my blogg, and I finally got around to updating the webpage, although I forgot to post the little Omake-fic with Val in it, so that will wait until next time... I even added 20 pages to chapter7 this weekend, just goes to show things are easier once you sit down and do them. Thankyou Twig for catching most of the funny typos. "Dread Weight" is threatening to become a new band name...
Hey Flidget, check out ebay this week for some Suikoden2 Djs... I even saw one with those two generals you like so much (Seed + Culigan?) Every time I say Culigan I think of the water-treatment system that has commercials on tv... -_-; stupid brain.
There was something else I wanted to mention, but it escapes me now... Ah well, Happy New Year everyone.
Saturday, December 29, 2001
08:08 p.m.
Home Alone...
Ah, mom has finally departed again... Everything is so nice and quiet now.... Bliss... The cat's doing fine, I'm begining to think she keeled over just to get more attention. Little Bugger. In other news.... um... I updated my webpage... and oh yeah, on the one year anniversary of my trip to hawaii I re-post my travellog, bigger and better (well atleast spellcheck-ed) than ever! See the sidebar on the left! Soon I hope to post my Neil Gaiman travellog too, but that will likely get pushed off until its one year anniversary too... so maybe this summer?
Thursday, December 27, 2001
01:15 p.m.
Today's Bipolar blogg...
We'll start with the esoteric stuff first shall we?
Hey Twig and Ann, you've got to check this out!
Movie Freelance Writer
AMG All Music
Ann Arbor, Michigan
http://www.flipdog.com/js/jobdetails.html?ID=6236699&linkBack=%2Findex.html
Yup, a writing job, and right in your backyard! Seriously, consider Flipdog.com for a job site, my mom is a humanities gal, and she found both her recent jobs through these people. I've never tried them, but then I have the tech-connection going for me so I don't count. Hey flidget, you should look too, they say that accunting type people are a hot commodity in the insurance industry right now... that would be a $$ job... or something.
In other news, my cat scared the daylights out of me this morning by passing out on my kitchen floor. One minute she's doing her usual morning things, next thing I know she's flat on her side and panting and whimpering. So I called work and told them I'd be late and rushed fuzzy off to the vet. After a battery of pricey tests the end conclusion seems to be "she's sorta old isn't she... her heart isn't what it used to be." -_-; No kidding... she's just turned 17... I've had this cat almost my whole life. But she's resting comfortably at the vet and I'll pick her up later... a hot towel and some antibiotics and a shot of steroids seems to have restored her to almost her usual butterball self. Maybe it was a stroke. Maybe a little infection knocked the wind out of her... sigh. Either way I get to worry my way through the late shift and feel generally blue. And repeat to myself 'she's just a cat, you're not codependent...' Silly me, I know.
Wednesday, December 26, 2001
08:58 p.m.
Lunar's Lovely Lampshade, a Christmas story.
So for christmas, among other things, mother bought me a peachy-keen floorlamp which looks like a pyramid but in black and looking very new age goth. It was pretty and nifty and was at Linen's and Things if you care. It was easy to assemble really, I was doing really swimmingly until I fumbled on the goal line... I accidently dropped the glass shade on the carpet, and it went Boom on the first bounce. That's what non-tempered glass gets you. Not even one bounce and it broke into about a kajillion pieces... on carpet. So much for my general grace underfire this holiday, all in all I couldn't help but burst out laughing like a lunatic, my mom went 0_o; as I giggled and vaccumed but really if you had been there for the splitsecond where I went o.o and said "oops." before it hit the floor, you'd understand. So the next day I took out the shards to the trash along with some other bags... and 'lo, what was in the dumster but a perfectly good floorlamp. Well maybe it had an electrical short or something, but I didn't want the lamp, I just wanted it's super keen plastic art-deco style lampshade! Two wingnuts and a quick scrub later, I now am the proud owner of a nifty art-deco pyramid lamp with shelves. BONUS. Merry Christmas Dumpster! (Merry Christmas Lunar-chan). God bless us, every one.
Especially the helpful dumpsters.
Thursday, December 20, 2001
11:55 p.m.
Kneel before the awesome might of BAKA!
So my friend Baka just sent me a small essay about futons and futon buying and generally running amuck...
I am properly cowed.
I will go out shopping now and be wary of evil sales people and things with springs in them.
Wednesday, December 19, 2001
05:27 p.m.
Question:
I'm looking at futon couches and have found one with frame+futon+cover for roughtly 500$, is this a good buy I wonder? It seems alittle high, but then I am a novice in such things... and it is a double-bed sized monster... I should probably just ask B-kun or Baka since they both own futons.
Wednesday, December 19, 2001
04:27 p.m.
Bleh.
I think I'll throw together a web-update tonight, the mini-val fic, some random art, and Ann's gift-pic... I just feel bad about letting 30 days slip by and doing nothing... silly, I know.
I've also started /another/ new original fic, bad me, when will I learn. Every time I say I'm going to buckle down and finish something, it all goes horribly wrong. I need to work on this. *Kicks Looking* Why can't you just finish yourself?
Tuesday, December 18, 2001
11:11 p.m.
You know you missed me.
I actually have very little to say, some how I thought pitas had eaten my last entry, but instead it posted that, and then the short bitchy thing was posted twice... go fig.
...and Ann sent me something cool which I will show off on my website post-haste. But not tonight, tonight I'm tired, and will eat ramen and sleep, hopefully in that order. Ramen on pillows is a bad thing.
Sunday, December 16, 2001
11:35 p.m.
"Die Pitas Die" is german for "the Pitas, the" ...
So I had this entry saying things like "I had a cool day and did stuff" and "BAKA is the best friend in the world and he's a cool ninja master too" and "Thanks Meredith for the nifty fanmail" ... But apparently Pitas ate that nice long and witty blogg... so now I'm far too tired to try and reproduce it.
Therefore I leave you with this morbid and amusing thought. Lunar was born on the 12th anniversary of Walt Disney's death, cool no? Pity it wasn't the 13th.
My feet hurt.
Sunday, December 16, 2001
11:04 p.m.
And today, Lunar presents you with her impersanation of... a potato.
No, seriously, I just hiked all over... Epcot, MGM, then Epcot again... But no worries! Any calories I may have burnt off were immediately replaced by the pastery shops at the French and Norweigen pavillions. So I got my sugar, and yearly pilgramage to Masatoshi department store... and BAKA got to drive me there and come along for free to help me pick out a yukata and oggle the girls in international costume... Something for everyone then. Yes? Yes. Boy my feet hurt. BAKA also got me the dvd version of gormenghast, so now I think I'll give away my VHS copy as a prize for some contest... it will be good. BAKA is such a nice boy. And now he's a nice boy who is studying Mantis-Fist fighting style... he says he hardly ever dropps his butterfly-knives anymore... 0_0;
Needless to say, I still worry about him.
Sah, so thanks for the well wishes, I'd post on Blogger, but that seems to be down. It seems that dreamhost was also experiencing difficulties recently as I got a slew of mail in my inbox, but things seem resolved so here I sit typing thing as BAKA is passed out on his futon... It seems even kung-fu master's endurance can be sapped by the unending pagentry that is Disney. And today's nifty nugget of information for the day? I was born on the 12th anniversary of Walt Disney's death... he died 12-15... pretty cool huh? Or something.
I have to say a special thanks to Meredith, who will probably never read this blogg, she just sent the most eloquent fan-letter I've had in some time and it really made my weekend. I'll have to write her back something suitably intelligent sounding, but at the moment all I can do is giggle and mispell things, so I'll stick to blogging.
Another day older and deeper in debt
Saturday, December 15, 2001
06:03 p.m.
Leave message at the beep. "beep."
Lunar's not in right now, no she's off celebrating another freakish year of life on this earth by going to Orlando... and hanging out with her BAKA! Baka is so cool it hurts, even if he is painfully lacking in furniture.
Please deposit tythes in a timely manner outside my door ^^ You will be graded on timliness and originality. Just kidding, I'm off to drink until I puke. Or maybe I'll just stick to my import beers lest I become too enamored with Mr. Mouse and they throw me out of the park. Bah, Epicot is wasted on the young. Mmmmmm Kaimono-suru....
fun fun fun See ya Wednesday.
Thursday, December 13, 2001
08:28 p.m.
Konshyuu No Lunar-Chan!
Another stupid art moment, brought to you by.... Lunar, the number 7, the color yellow, and the never ending pain that is tech-support ^_^.
Thursday, December 13, 2001
09:08 a.m.
Ii Otenki... ka?
Today at breakfast I leisurely looked out the window... to see hail the size small pebbles bouncing off my patio. Now I understand why it never snows in Texas... there's no need! All of their frozen precipitation comes with the thunder storms. Yeah... deep thoughts, I know.
Monday, December 10, 2001
01:35 p.m.
Our only hope is to pick up less cerebral hobbies, like watching golf, or knitting tea-cozys... or both at once.
Monday, December 10, 2001
01:05 p.m.
Dr. Lunar presents...
Ladies and gentlemen of the Fan-verse... I would like to propose a modest theory. It goes something like this. Say, by some gift of god... you get an Idea... which becomes a story, which (god forbid) becomes popular. The instant you reach the nexus of your plot, that critical moment for which everything attains meaning, and depth and color... the first thing - the Very first thing- that happens... is your charcters go on strike. Taking 5, off on their cigarette break... whatever. The second thing that happens, is a PlotAttack!(TM). Every /other/ story that has been milling around in the back of your head suddenly gets uppity, and demands you start on it "Right now". Giving in to this urge however only results in a cascade effect where you will gleefully dive into a new fic, and the reach the critical point... and suffer /another/ brain hemmorage... There is no historical proof that you will ever break free of the cycle once it's started. The best you can do is ocassionally tell the new ideas "piss off" and buckle down and finish something... The alternative being your writing gets so disjointed you are reduced to a babbling wreck. But I would like to propose that this is in actuality a disease, and that those suffering from it should be quarentined appropriately.
Exibit A: Lunar (raving mad woman)
Exibit B: Twig (a terminal case)
Exibit C: Flidget (carrier)
Be afraid, be very afraid.
Thursday, December 6, 2001
05:04 p.m.
Stop... and smell the vampires...
So Twig says that Lilack says, that Lunar says... that she's a Hellsing-Pimp. Well Guess what, Lilack-chan... you're right! I mean... just because I spent all my time on Monday and Tuesday of this week surfing the Japanese sites for information... doesn't mean I'm... *twitch* obsessed *twitch* No not at all...
But I can't give you the fun at once, so why not just give you my favorite site ... except I lost the link. I'll post it tomorrow... ^///^
Wednesday, December 5, 2001
01:03 p.m.
Kodocha does the heart good...
So I was rewatching my Kodocha Season2 VCDs yesterday, since I have a computer capable of playing them now, and that is good... I had forgotten just how serious this part of the show could be. Sure, it's still got bubbly, genki Sana-chan... but she is going through some crappy times! More depressing love triangles, homocidal fans... new work pressures... It's a Good thing she's so genki, otherwise she'd be in need of therapy... And yes, I am aware of how bizarre a counterpoint this show is to my growing Hellsing obsession... My collection of Japanese Hellsing fan pages is growing daily, so if you ever need a source... I'm your pimp!
Ne Wind-san, after trying to reccolect my sunny 16th year of life... it occurs to me the reason why the lessons were so cheap was because they were taught by volunteers/retirees. Hmmm... as I recall, that little old man was quite feisty too. But this is a perk of living in a semi-big city environment... If my vote counts for anything, driving on highways is less stressful then driving in heavy traffic.... Unless you have to tangle with highspeed traffic on a highway. But I still hate City traffic worse. It's... scary...
Minna Ganbatte ne?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I have to finish my christmas shopping!
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