Entries for January, 2004

2004 at last

January 1, 2004, 12:31 AM by ree

Yeah, I posted earlier, but that was for international readers. Now it's finally 2004 for me. Time to sleep off 2003 and not really start the new year until midday or later.

In grand Ree tradition, I stayed on the computer for hours. Just before midnight, I got my brother to shut off the damn GameCube and flip to Conan O'Brien. Conan did his standard countdown to the New Year for Central Standard Time. This year he was even pretty much on time -- one year, by the time the countdown began, the clock was already at 12:01. Heh. Kicking out 2003 brought a thrirty-second countdown in the corner of the screen. Nice. I approve.

Brain go thunk, and that's without anything stronger than root beer. I'm going to go sleep off the last late night of 2003 so I can wake after midday for 2004.

Listening to: Jim's Big Ego's New Lang Syne (thank god it's
Reading: Neil Gaiman's American Gods
Feeling: tired

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Who is this guy?

January 1, 2004, 09:20 PM by ree

I never used to get along with my brother TJ. He'd take sides against our little brother and be a general nuisance. Lately though, the last few months or so, he's been good. He says please and thank you, invites family members to stuff he's involved in, gave me a book for Christmas (eee!).

He also gave me a lift while my car was being repaired. We drove over a county listening to his custom CD of songs with great guitar solos. We both sang softly to Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb". It was just a great moment I've been meaning to blog for months.

Now he's come up behind me. I was a cranky little bitch tonight, fighting a headache that feels like my brain is being strained through steel wool. (I might have inherited my youngest's brother bug. God bless holiday togetherness.) He comes and, without any warning at all, throws his big sports-guy arm around my neck and wishes me a good night before he heads to bed.

The pod people have kidnapped my real brother and replaced him. I bet TJ 2.0 doesn't have fingerprints or anything.

Well, the pods can keep the original. I need to figure out how to get the double to pull off a bank heist for me!

Listening to: Virgin Steele's Kingdom Of The Fearless
Reading: Neil Gaiman's American Gods
Feeling: surprised

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bad day -- week -- etc.

January 2, 2004, 08:58 PM by ree

You ever have one of those days when you just wish that all the Bad Nations would blow all the other ones to smithereens and shut up? Wanted various upstanding citizens to explode into gore covering several city blocks? Stared at puppies just to see if you had somehow developed the ability to burn them with your mind because you wanted that badly to watch something turn to ash?

Yeah, me either.

Listening to: Nightwish's Elvenpath
Feeling: distressed

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goddamn

January 2, 2004, 11:08 PM by ree

Remember all that good crap I said about my brother TJ? Guess who threw away the cap to my precious JumpDrive. Yeah. You can forget all the oozing sentiment. I'm psychotic in my rage, tears, screaming, the whole ten yards. (It's usually nine, but I always go overboard.)

Here's the kicker. I estimated the price of those little plastic doodads at about a buck a pop ($1 USD), which is pretty on the nose. But they can only be bought in packs of five. Plus shipping, that's $17 and change for a one-buck plastic shit.

He shall pay. I will pour soda on the upholstery of his car, deliberately scratch his new DVDs, or something, but rest assured, the lad will get pissed off in kind, and we'll have a grand old rivalry going.

It'll be comforting to have things back to normal, at least.

Listening to: Beatles's Hey Jude
Feeling: enraged

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Beware the squirrels!

January 5, 2004, 12:29 AM by ree

I am heartily amused. (It has do to with an in-joke involving a certain writing/roleplaying group.)

Listening to: Kou Taiki - Three Lights's Chikara wo Awasete
Feeling: giggly

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Van Helsing is my idol

January 6, 2004, 11:38 PM by ree

I've found confirmation: the upcoming Hugh Jackman movie Van Helsing is indeed about a vampire hunter.

I am moaning like an amateur porn star at this news. Hugh Jackman, Van Helsing, killing vampires, and oh by the gods, that outfit. Purr.

Listening to: Cowboy Bebop's Tank !
Reading: Tori Phillips's Midsummer's Knight
Feeling: SQUEE!

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Sexcellence!

January 7, 2004, 07:42 PM by ree

Salon has a tasty article up about Better Sex Through Yoga. I've been meaning to get back into yoga for years now, but this has bumped me from "meaning to" up to "oh God, where do I sign up?!" Not that I'm, y'know, lonely or anything.... *wonders how one does the "Sex Kitten" posture*

Listening to: Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here
Feeling: energetic

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jobs suck

January 9, 2004, 05:44 AM by ree

This isn't helping my long-held view that menial work will someday strip me of my very soul unless I continue to stringently avoid it.

Listening to: White Stripes's Seven Nation Army
Feeling: pessimistic

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murr

January 11, 2004, 07:53 AM by ree

Mmm, George Michael can wake me up anytime, but I wouldn't let him go.

Have been experiencing physical difficulties lately, hence the not blogging. I'm finally under 14 hours of sleep per 24-hour period, though, so go me. Need to get out of my mom's house, ugh. Maybe I'll just take off tomorrow, come back for an appointment Tuesday, then run back to my house really, really fast?

Or not. At any rate, I have to get showered (because three days of not washing hair = gross) and get dressed. I actually have new-but-used shirts that fit me properly, so hurray for that. Must bathe, garb self in the clothes of "new to me"-ness, and run to church.

And not get started playing Earthbound again, because I made it to Fourside in one session. Still need to hit the Topolla Theatre and -- well. Mustn't play. At least it's got me keeping a relatively sane sleep pattern, even if the timing of sleep periods is way off. (Two in the afternoon till ten at night. Argh. Must correct this before the local con, E.T.A one week, or I'll have to gargle caffeine just to stay conscious.

Shower. Right. I knew that.

Listening to: Wham!'s Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go
Feeling: awake

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the angst!

January 13, 2004, 04:48 AM by ree

I should never ever watch tear-jerker movies. "Meet Joe Black" was on cable and caught my attention right away... sigh. I missed most of the climax between my tears and a character insisting I hand-write their sorrowful goodbye to their one true love.

Oh, and there was so much wrongness in that movie. On the back of the in-character angst note, there's scrawled: "Brad Pitt + peanut butter = OMG WTF the RP wrongness!"

(There's a few in-jokes there... The Pittly One is, among other things, the face of randy Galain, Zvan-Oizu's primary roleplay character. Peanut butter has a, uh, Galainic effect (I think) on Baskerville, half of the Mutt's main character pair. Just think of it as Bill Clinton on Viagra and wearing a beanie, and you'll have an idea of the hilarity circling my mind at that moment in time.)

The angst wore me out. Then I linked muchly, and so tired myself again. By all the gods of Kemet, I miss my darling Dew.

Listening to: Randy Travis's Forever and Ever, Amen
Feeling: exhausted

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a news quote

January 13, 2004, 08:22 AM by ree

"What? There are Sikhs in France?" Yes. Yes, there are. They're an interesting religious group, though there are relatively few French Sikhs. What a great line, though!

Feeling: giggly

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the Bible on body modifications

January 15, 2004, 06:41 AM by ree

"You shall not make any cuttings in your flesh on account of the dead or tattoo any marks upon you: I am the LORD." -- Leviticus 19:28

Well now I feel like crap.

Listening to: Evanescence's My Immortal
Feeling: depressed

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Wal-Mart is still evil

January 19, 2004, 11:13 PM by ree

Did you know some of the chain stores lock in night shift employees? Evil evil evil.

(Part of my brain, the fangirlish part, is yelling "Shop smart! Shop S-Mart!" Damn you, Army of Darkness, damn you and your Bruce Campbell-ness!)

Oh, and the mood is SUPPOSED to be "pissed off", not "pissed". I am not drunk, not even on cold medication, though I could probably use a solid dose of NyQuil right now. I don't know why the mood thing is doing that. *clucks tongue and finds something else to do -- like sleeeeep*

Feeling: pissed

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Janklow gets 100 days in jail

January 22, 2004, 06:46 PM by ree

I saw Jerklow's name in the NYT and thought "Hey, that's right, he got sentenced." Yeah -- to just over three months.

He killed a man! It wasn't murder, wasn't premeditated, but because of him, a good man is dead. And he gets 100 days for it. Maximum would have been 11 years. He didn't get one year.

Fuck! I knew this would happen. He pleads his diabetes got in the way because he didn't eat, despite knowing damn well how to take care of himself.

The best part is this: Because there's a limit to how many times elections can be held in a year and when they can be held (in South Dakota anyway), we have no voice in the United States House of Representatives until we elect someone new on 1 June. We have to go longer with our only Rep. slot vacant than Junklow spends in jail!

This is not justice. This is a mockery of justice. My only grace is that I know that bulbous git will be repaid for his actions someday, and not by me. I just hope I get a glimpse. Perhaps if I'm good.

(Mood seems broken again -- I'll have to buzz Roy about when I calm down. Still not drunk, just pissed OFF.)

Listening to: Audio Adrenaline's Superfriend

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Religious bandanas!

January 22, 2004, 07:03 PM by ree

More NYT on the bug up France's butt. I've been tracking this story for a bit, and it just gets more pathetic, funny, and sad. Bandanas are religious symbols, you see. Wow, that means my neck is holy right now! (It's swathed against cold virii and weather.)

That's it. I'm watching a damn movie or something. The news is officially too stupid.

Listening to: Smalltown Poets's Monkey's Paw
Feeling: vexed

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look what I found

January 23, 2004, 12:46 AM by ree as a favorite post

Forget the news, I'm happy! I'm squeaking and cooing and generally loving life.

I found a CD that said (in handwriting unlike my own) "Backup", nothing more. I popped it in instead of Finnish metal, wondering what was on there.

Turns out there's a LOT on there that I had thought was lost forever. There's all sorts of goodies, but there's one image that I had actually cried over when I thought I would never see it again. It's my crown jewel, a beautiful gift crafted by Zvan-oizu in our SciFiVine days.

I'm going to stare at it some more and bliss out.

Listening to: Garth Brooks's American Honky-Tonk Bar Association
Feeling: bliss

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that's Mr. Van Helsing to you

January 30, 2004, 06:50 AM by ree

I finally found first name for my dear Van Helsing: it's Gabriel. That means he cannot be the same Van Helsing who appears in Bram Stoker's novel Dracula, although I'm fairly certain Gabe is meant to be of the same lineage.

The same article that gave me the name Gabriel took me aback by claiming that the monsters of the movie are just human beings with problems. A wolf man is a man with a problem. Frankenstein's monster (NOT Frankenstein -- Frankie was the creator, not the creation), made of united corpse parts, still thinks with a human brain, and feels human pain. But vampires? Vampires are walking, talking, scheming, blood-thieving corpses. They exist only because the steal human life with every drop of blood they drink. They are demons pent in discarded human shells, wholly evil, incapable of real virtue. It's hard for me to misunderstand something that regards me as lunch and has no compunction against killing me to get a free meal.

I have strong feelings about vampires.

Feeling: irritated

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return to old roleplaying haunts

January 30, 2004, 03:31 PM by ree as a favorite post

I finally got up the nerve to actually post at Berelath after having caught up on some stories there. I know a couple writers there (indeed, even a major casual story setting) from my early days on the now-defunct SciFiVine. Of course, when I first registered, it was SciFiSites. That was back in 1999, and here I am playing with the same people again.

I was scared of going back, for some reason. I was reading and realised that that last post at the Inn (well, one of a great many roleplay inns I have infrequented over the years) was one that I could follow by reintroducing my old character. I knew where people were (with unusual clarity, for me) and there wasn't a big hoo-ha over anything. It was just nice and relaxed.

Then I showed up, panicked (but didn't hit the delete link, thank God!) -- and got glomped.

Well here. Y'all can check out my first post as a returnee. Feel free to laugh at my interaction afterward too; I think I've forgotten how to handle several conversations at once. I've gotten used to playing in a smaller, more private pool and forgotten how to handle the splashing of the big public swim.

I'm just so happy though. I am dance-worthy. Of course I am. My face is lit up like Christmas!

Must work on roleplay stuff now.

Feeling: giddy

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urban ghost summoning

January 31, 2004, 07:41 AM by ree

Random thought for the day:

(after sneezing thrice) "Wow, I hope that isn't the name of some Candyman-type demon, or I am screwed."
--your friendly online Ree

Feeling: geeky

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deeply blue

January 31, 2004, 03:36 PM by ree

I'm in the damn pits right now and I don't even know why. Maybe I'll take the day offline and watch Aliens and get scared instead of stupid.

Feeling: crushed

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