Ree’s musings

I steal surveys from Foxx.

(Q&A isn't as fun as T&A.)

Reply with your name and I will....
~tell what song/movie reminds me of you.
~apply an o'clock to you.
~name a single word that best describes you.
~tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
(or the most memorable thing you've said or written, if I haven't met you.)
~tell you what animal you remind me of.
~tell you something that I've always wondered about you.

Or I'll try to; we'll see how well my brain works for this. *g*

Star Wars Meme by sailor_phobos
1st 2 Ltrs of 1stname + Last 3 Ltrs of last name
1st 2ltrs of moms last name+Last 3ltrs of city brn
Sith or Jedi	Jedi
Skin Color	Red
Eye Color	Red
Light Saber Color	Orange
How close you are to switching sides: 8%
Username
You're Random Star Wars Quote:	The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.
Your Padawan (if you're a jedi)	halyn
Your apprentice (if you're a sith)	mumblebear
You're Master	maai
Quiz created with MemeGen!

The class I wanted to take has been canceled.
I have to go kill video game characters now.

More like 6 days and change now, since today is mostly done.

I do not want next week to come. I ain't ready and I don't want to be. Stupid calendar anyway. *sulks*

If I don't just say this, I'm going to drive myself crazy.

May 12. I turn a year older. I expect no gifts from anyone online, so don't worry on that score. Emails and blog comments congratulating me on my dazzling ability to have the grace of a greased hippo and still survive this long? Gratefully accepted.

I've been a bad boardmonkey lately. Gonna fix that just as soon as there's time. Why can't I have a 36-hour day?

*pinks* I have early birthday wishes. Thank you all so much. Most years I sit at the computer and feel hurt that nobody says anything, so I decided this year I would make sure some folks knew. And already I've been wished an early happy birthday, so I'm glad I did. Beats feeling hurt all day.

I swear I absolutely will get on the board thing, but yesterday Girlamatic had all their comic archives, normally accessible by paying members only, for free! So I made a list of what had been recommended and ending up reading the complete archives of six comics. I would have gone for seven or more, but it was storming furiously all morning and evening. Le sigh. Mustn't risk ye olde hard drive.

I have the best mother I could ask for. Yours may be cool too, but nobody could be there for me in quite the perfect way my mother is. (Note that Father's Day is coming and I... have a different reaction to that superficially comparable holiday.) Mother's Day snuck up on me this year -- I'm used to it being closer to my birthday, sometimes after it. Love my mama. Love to all you mamas out there; it's a damn hard job, but it doesn't go unappreciated.

If I had something more to say, I've plumb forgot now. Till next time, all you crazy comment-leavin' comrades. Hope you enjoy reading here.

(I needed a title for this post. Somehow devising one stuck a much-loved song in my brain. "Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys..." Ah, the Redheaded Stranger. Bliss.)

"Pressure, pushing down on me, pressing down on you no man ask for..." Hee. Queen + Bowie = yummy.

Unfortunately, I am under pressure. I woke up yesterday with eardrums apparently in love. They were and are attempting to tryst at the midpoint between their respective domiciles. It hurt so bad. The pain is mostly gone, but everything still sounds underwater and loud sounds sting.

I am ready to hear myself think now please.

Oh my ****ing hell. *curses further but keeps it out of print* New version of the message board, they said. Just run this SQL script and upload the new files, they said. It'll work better, they said.

Two hours later, I finally got the forums to show up again and I understand why next time I'll be a good little monkey and import my backups into a test site, get that working, then migrate the data. I'm not sure I have ever been quite this grateful for a website backup before. (I do have some sense: I made a complete database backup and copied the all existing files into another folder, in case I needed them later and oh boy, did I.)

This looks like a good day to avoid the computer. *eyes it suspiciously* I need to Pashtpost at the Proparty but every time I try, I laugh so hard my eyes well up. It's just -- hee. Okay, that helps. Hehehehe. I'll be fine. I'm just perturbed that I don't have better understanding of error messages.

What Your Dreams Mean...

Your dreams seem to show that you're a very well adjusted and happy person. Overall, you are very content in your life. You tend to be a very productive thinker. Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.

Hah. What a load.

'Kay, I really really need to make with the board posting. I know this, I'm trying to dredge up some verbiage.

My chief problem is that of all the boards I read, at the moment there's only one that requires a post of me -- and it's the one that cracks me up every time and makes me lose my place. It's this line, at the moment the final line:

What was it with redheads? he thought. They were all maniacs!

Ahahaha. Buwahahaha! HAHAHAHAHAHAH I can't stop laughing, don't stop me now. Ehehehehe. Poor little kitty doesn't know the half of it anyway, haha! And then there's people being landed on and my elf being a complete and total dingus like his creatrix. Let us not forget the redheads. The world need redheads.

So I'm working on a post but every half-line, I get caught by the giggles and have to figure out what I was responding to, which is generally giggleriffic material, and I snicker and snigger and completely forget everything but the funny.

I'd say I'm sorry but no, I'm really not. I love it. I will post though, just give me time.

Redheads. Hee!

I am a sucker for reconstructed ancient Egyptians. I just am. (Link via Boing Boing.)

*sings softly*

Hey hey it's my birthday
Happy birthday to me
Hey hey it's my birthday
I'm gonna have a good time
I say it's my birthday
Happy birthday to me!

I feel older.

Damn my brother's mischief. I was going to have a sane day poking light fun at Star Wars addicts -- the kind who take the movies way too seriously and sometimes even dare to suggest that Jar Jar "wasn't that bad" -- and somewhere in the course of my whimsical tirade, I mentioned that no-one in Star Wars wears shoes. There are bare feet, sandals, and a great many wonderful boots.

He said, "What about the Imperial officers?"

Oh, I said. I thought they wore jackboots of injustice. Don't they?

"And what about Lando in Empire?"

So today I have the trilogy running so that I can watch for shoes, thus making me a bigger dork than any lightsabre fetishist.

Damn.

(And yes, just the trilogy -- the prequels were spawned by an unholy media conglomerate and shall never be holy writ. They are false pretenders to the throne of triumphantly hokey religion and I will never like them even half as much as the real thing.)

(Now I have lines from Rocky Horror running through my head. This should be a very interesting day.)

I may be scarce online for a bit. My computer is going in for repairs shortly.

As I have seen Wrongness, so shall you. You probably don't want to click that if you're at work. I'm just sayin'. And you're welcome.

Computer is back but still not net-worthy. Have been ignoring most blogs and webcomics until I can read them on my own comp -- Tabulas and RSS feeds are mostly read; LJ and Xanga aren't because good cheese, that's a lot. Will catch up with them later. Promise.

Have blogged tiny things when I could. Want more moments to write crap like that.

Visiting gravesites sucks. (Memorial Day, stateside.) The numbers of graves can only increase and it already seems like far too many. Hurts.

Tired. Must be social tomorrow (baby shower). Shall sleep now and use caffeine to be preturnaturally perky after waking -- or ferociously cranky. Tossup as to which.

Will sleep for 72 hours straight and report when that is done. Sounds good.

*buffs nails on shoulder* Who rocks? Me, baby.

My PDA had been wonky. It works now. I was able to restore from backups in such a way that all the data I required is gathered together, and the data I didn't is poofgone. Restoring made it read the expansion slot again and it's all peachy now.

Okay, so that's pretty much all of it. I do not rock as hard as I think I do, but I rock nonetheless. Yahh!

My restored PDA demands a cash allowance. It insists it needs new casing, at least one more expansion card, and possibly happy face stickers. I can swing the stickers. (I have a sheet of them. My uncle U. K. rocks too.)

Bear says I am slacking here and he's absolutely right. Thanks Bear! (I have to agree with him: it's joyous to have a conversation with someone who knows exactly what is meant by "monster doodle". Though now that I see it in print, it seems vaguely dirty. Or maybe I'm still recovering from seeing peep/tribble sex.)

Right now I sit here and yearn for lilacs. Where I grew up, we had long lilac hedge. They smelled so good and clean. I used to have to mow right by them. The cut grass scent would mingle with the lilacs and be so perfectly right. And of course I would be sweating like a pig, ruining the whole thing, but if I buried my nose in the blooms I could forget that for a moment.

I miss that place so much. The lilacs, the hill where the sun would set, the spot in the driveway that invited solid ice in winter, the bump in a ditch that hasn't existed for a decade but was the best biking freefall I've ever known. The hayloft where mama cats would hide their babies, the granary inhabited by rats bigger than the farm cats, that crazy tree in the corner of the yard that had split into five or so trunks and was perfect for climbing. The giant rock by the kitchen window. The roof over the garage, which I only had to sled off once to realise that was phenomenally stupid of me. (Crashing into the fence to end that ride just rubbed lemon into the wound.)

The entry number for this is 857000! Niftykeen!

Here, have some buttons to press!

Your Superhero Persona by couplandesque
Your Name
Superhero Name	Emo Kid
Super Power	Irresistable Sexuality
Enemy	The Landlord
Mode Of Transportation	City Bus
Weapon	Tacos
Quiz created with MemeGen!

That... er.

I am working on getting blog reading caught up. Man, it's draining.

I was just panicking because something I had paid over $200 isn't working right, and it turns out those suckers are on eBay now for $20. Twenty including shipping. :blink: I ought to see how much it is for the version I had so lusted after at the time. Mama wants a fancier screen.

Ever seen a firecracker fuse fizzle and die? That's my brain today. Fizzzzzzpppppbf. Ah well. More Dew!

Ack. This will require thought.

1) Total number of books I own?

Is the Great Book of Amber one 'cause it's a single volume or ten 'cause it's ten novels collected into one? What about the Complete Works of Poe? Different translations of the Bible? A Spanish Bible?

*counts some* 150 on the tall shelf, 100 in the corner shelves, 50 on the desk... I am not going to count the stack of unreads, not even for dear Ahleria -- it's huge. I can't reach the top of it and I'm six foot tall in these shoes. There are also boxes upon boxes of books in storage, which I also don't want to dig out and count because good cheese, that would take forever.

*totals* We'll say about 400 accessible at any given time, plus stored books and legal e-texts.

2) The last book I bought?

Crud. Possiblities include: a) Silk by Caitlín R. Kiernan, which arrived by mail a few days ago; b) Thief of Time (a Discworld novel) by Terry Pratchett, which I may have bought after I bought Silk but before Silk arrived, or c) a clutch of secondhand paperbacks, from which no notable titles spring to mind.

3) The last book I read?

Completely? Thief of Time. I've started in on a mystery and one day I'll sit down and note the title, but it's long as titles go and eludes my fragile recall.

4) 5 books that mean a lot to me?

*eyes everyone warily* This will be used against me, I just know it.

1. Perelandra by C. S. Lewis
2. A Horse and His Boy by C. S. Lewis
3. Complete Works of Poe *whistles innocently*
4. Captains Courageous by Rudyard Kipling
5. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

5) Tag 5 people and have them fill this out in their blogs..

No thanks. All takers are welcome, I just don't want to name people. Mostly because today I barely feel qualified to spell "Ree". Woe to me if I must spell my surname.

Yay! I did it! *snoozes on keyboard*