Entries for April, 2005

sick tickle

Coming down with something. Right as spring moves in too -- no fair, winter; you're evicted so scoot.

Oh well. I can curl up with a good RP log on a warm laptop. Also, plotting and moving stories, huzzah! Yeah.

the book meme

You're stuck inside Fahrenheit 451, which book do you want to be?

A collection of Grimm's fairy tales.

Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?

You mean there are people who haven't? And no, I'm not telling. There's too many.

The last book you bought is:

Uh... new would be a Terry Pratchet but the title eludes me. Used, as most of my books are, would be a batch including a Cynthia Voigt, a John le Carre, Stephen King's The Dead Zone, and some ridiculous romance novels that seemed amusing at the time.

The last book you read:

Just hours ago, I finished Michael Crichton's The Rising Sun. I'm sorry. His research always seems to be crap, but something about his writing keeps pulling me in. At least The Andromeda Strain seemed pretty good.

What are you currently reading?

A second go through Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar, an online roleplay log (I'm almost caught up, but they keep writing more!), Cynthia Voigt's On Fortune's Wheel, a collection of Voltaire, and Othello.

...what?

Five books you would take to a desert island.

Nope. I'd drown to save books first, stupid question-asker. Complete archives on Project Guteberg on a solar-powered laptop! Yargh!

If pressed to narrow myself to five books, I'd go for really big hummers: complete works of Poe, Shakespeare, Lovecraft, and Louisa May Alcott (if there isn't one for Alcott there damn well should be, and it needs to include all her psuedonymous works). The fifth would be a Bible -- multiple translations in one volume if I can, and an included concordance as well, but failing those a basic NIV would suffice.

Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?

Whomever wants it. It is not my way to demand people perpetuate memes. I only post my own results where people may see them and, if they like, continue the chain on their own terms.

just monkeying around

Bwahahaha. The Chopping Block is always great, but I think I hurt my gut laughing today. (If you know Butch is a serial killer but you don't get the joke, shame! And when you're done with the shame, educate yourself.)

I keep wanting to repeat the caption. Too funny. Ehehehehe.

random geek eureka

I am playing with forum software. One likely member of the board blocks all cookies as a security measure, so the board cannot require users to be logged in post -- it has to have an option to request username and password along with the message, and post it even if cookies are blocked. Pretty much all message boards do this.

Since this member cannot login, I am planning all forums to be publicly-readable, though some will require specially-granted access beyond just having a registered account.

So...

Why not just remove the part of the template that sends the cookie?

There's reasons, of course -- the admin panel requires login, but that can be accessed and logged into independently. I think. More research is required. But yeah, leave it to me to be all "I need to work out how to have a user-configurable switch to get the cookie or not" when there's also the option of just doing without.

regex and Preacher

I've been hacking on forum software today. Regex is an unholy bitch. Think I can fend it off with a cross? Something silver, maybe?

I made some fair progress without understanding what I'm doing -- I just mimicked some regexes the board already used. It works without error messages and goes correctly between BBcode and HTML code. I rock.

So now I should be looking up regex references and getting it all to work exactly as I want.

Except that Real sent me PREACHER: VOL. 1 and it's on my table. Eyeing me. Sizing up me. Thinking I'm not woman enough to handle a good gutsy story.

Somehow I think that was my last regex today. Damn you, Real. You're going to hook me on the best literary crack.

book meme

(I'm warning you, it's long...)
I'm just glad I'm not the only one who's heard of Lorna Doone, though I may be the only one who's also read it.

I've probably read many more of the children's books and it's just been too long -- I picked up a used young adult novel the other day because I liked the author, and discovered at the table of contents that I had read and loved it before. A rare word in the chapter title gave it away or I never would have known.

unitarian jihad

My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Cattle Prod of Reasoned Discussion.

Get yours.

Cattle prods are wicked, yo. They sting like a bitch. Trust the farm girl on this one.

the common cold

The cold is dead. Long live the cold.

The sore throat/lightheadness thing left, but its brother, extreme sinus pressure and itchy eyes, is housesitting. I can either wear glasses (only to rip them off my face every five minutes because God, the pressure) or contacts (only to dislodge them when I cannot resist the itches under my eyelids). I hate choices.

I can deal with pain just fine, but this is major discomfort. I am a wuss in the grip of discomfort.

Can't write good murphlbp. Try later after cold medicine kicks in -- should be fun.

a room with a (pre)view

Lalalaaaaa.

I have decided to undertake that dumbest of computer nerdery: coding while ill. Heh. I've been formulating a post preview function for a message board. There are three parts: checking that the fields are filled out, previewing how the message will look when posted (as opposed to how it looks in the form textarea), and sending the accepted data to the message board for public viewing and such. So far I have the first part done. I think. I need to test it more but that should wait until I'm more lucid. The post preview requires me to tear apart the board templates and I still have to figure out how to carry over the board header and stuff.

I'm just glad to be working on it, doing something. Thought now it's dishwasher time.

where's the tea?

Name: Arthur Dent
Gender: Male

Expertise: Tea


Hee!

choices choices

Plenty of people stand in stores holding two items, trying to decide which one they should get. Can't go buying every whim.

For most people, these items are not a compilation of George Strait... and a DVD of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

"Wranglers or undies... exes in Texas or transvestite from Transylvania... gah! Must choose!"

I went with the one on sale. The other's next on my list.

Which one was my purchase? Um... the Strait. Man's never recorded a bad song in his life, I swear. My long-held Rocky Horror soundtrack is tiding me over until I have the mad money to buy the DVD.

Must Time Warp! No wait, "Baby Blue!" Gahhhhh.

aliases

Ree's Aliases

Your movie star name: Lemon Drop *****
Your fashion designer name is Ree Wales
Your socialite name is Pumpkin *******
Your fly girl / guy name is R T**
Your detective name is Cat ******* Sr. High
Your barfly name is Lemon Drop Vodka And Coke
Your soap opera name is *** Rural Route 5
Your rock star name is Lemon Drop Ree's Brain
Your star wars name is Reezja ***sha
Your punk rock band name is The Bashful Vibrator
Oh my damn God. The Bashful Vibrator. That's ingenious.

twits

Hotlink protection, when poorly done, is the Devil. A vein above my left eye is still twitching.

Sometimes I hate people online, like when they violate my mantra: If it doesn't work in Opera (specifically Opera with my settings), it does not work. That includes your Mozilla-specific stylesheet, your Flash-only splash page with no HTML links, your retarded background music that would make me stomp my speakers to dust if I hadn't turned off browser sound, and setting your text and link colours but just hoping everyone's browser will assume you really meant "background: white;".

Some people are twits, and shall be treated as such. I would pay to see the malformed config file that completely denied Opera any access to an image, even when the referer was clearly the originating website. I do not like seeing messages proclaiming me a bandwidth thief when all I am attempting to do is view an image linked by an associate. Being treated like a thief because a webmaster could not be arsed to double-check his config makes me want to see blood. Lots of blood.

Twits.

moral support

What the hell.

This is about believing in someone. If you, who read this right now, believe that I have got what it takes to not only survive, but to thrive and succeed at what I set out to do, leave a comment here saying that you believe in me. Then, put this into your journal, and see just how deep your support structure really goes. You may be very surprised at who's out there rooting for you.

If only I had something to set out to do, eh? (Shush now, Sesha, Mommybear -- the draggy-decorated project isn't ready yet.)

clever WinAmp

I generally have WinAmp set to play all my music tracks on shuffle. Occasionally it comes up with some zingers that make me swear it's sentient.

Just moments ago, I was reading a roleplay log where every post was chuck fulla innuendo. WinAmp responded thoughtfully. It played "I Know What Boys Like."

Of course, that's positively decent -- after Pope John Paul II died, it played the only Madonna track I have: "Like A Prayer." I should spank the naughty program but I have no idea what part of an interface constitutes an arse.

college woes

I've applied to college for the summer. I expected Monday to bring the news that I have been accepted. There is no reason why I should not be accepted.

It is Friday. The college received my application Monday and notified me of its receipt. But I have not yet been accepted.

Thing is, not knowing is better than knowing I missed something on the app or am otherwise not accepted. It's heinous but tolerable, compared to rejection which carries outright bleakness.

*swears and tries not to think about it*

quizdump

(I was bored.)

villain




Which Villain Character Are You?

another enigmatic entry

I was riding in my brother's car the other day and I saw a sign. I may have been dreaming; it's hard to be sure. I know I slept at one point and my dreams picked up seamlessly from the actual ride.

The sign read, "u bounce u bounce".

I think my subconscious is paging me. Bounce more! U know u want to!

threes

(Longish.)

email and boardom

Today I got an undue amount of spam in my email, and I still grinned like a dork while sifting my inbox. Spam aside, the mail read something like this:

"I'll get right on it."
"Any way I can help?"
"Moral support!"
"Hee."

And so forth. Man, there are days when I have to grin fit to split my face, and this is sure one of 'em. Thank you for the email, the blog comments, the characters -- everything.

Today is a stellar day and I haven't even touched a Mountain Dew yet. Truly I am blessed.


Gah! Wait! How could I forget? Ree, you'd lose your damn fool head if it weren't stuck on your neck.

Profusion members, and anyone else wondering "Hey what's Profusion and is it cool?" (it is!): Pro's hosting is wicked evil stuff. They are spraying their servers with squirrel-B-gone. Therefore, we bright-eyed bushy-tailed boardmeisters are scurrying over to a brand spankin' new backup board.

And if it's all beta and draconic I must profess ignorance. I... uh... don't know anything about it. Even though it's on a subdomain of my personal domain and has my name as moderation staff. *cough* What can I say? I get bored easily and then bang! Project time!

That's all now. *runs away to find acorns and toothpaste*