Entries for July, 2005

meh

I's been a quiet ReeToes lately. *mumbles softly* Not much going on to mention so I don't mention anything.

*prods Bloglines* I think the one website that produces a quadrillion RSS feeds I read has just changed things so that new posts don't show up in the feeds. Of course. Because RSS isn't useful or anything, or the only way I keep track of new posts.... argh. That was the one thing I really liked about the software and it's being counteracted. Wah.

Tried again to upgrade a project of mine last night. As usual, broke it in a way that required deleting everything and restoring from backups. Sooo close to leaving the whole thing deleted. If I can't even upgrade the infernal thing without breaking it then I'm not going to be able to administer it effectively. I'm trying to remind myself that it is not my fault -- the software people supplied a complete download of the new version but no upgrade instructions from my current version to the latest, just from older versions to my current or to the newest. *verbally abuses the software team and doesn't stop*

Thought about the origins of America -- killing Hessians on Christmas Day, sniping British forces who didn't expect guerilla warfare. Threw out my Old Glory since I can't be proud of it.

EDIT: Whoa, crossposts to Blogger and LJ return fatal errors. Jesus H. Christ. *crossposts manually and feels very uneasy*

meet Past Ree

Present Ree has been moping. She's/I've been working on a little webby project to no avail and thinking of trashing the whole thing.

Enter a minor cleaning spree which turned up a cache of Past Ree poetry:

(read it)

(Oh my, Tabulas' little buttons work spiffily. And have I mentioned how much I like the archive section URIs? They're shibby!)

In short --

Present Ree: Wah. My project sucks.
Past Ree*: Aw, you like it even if nobody else does, so suck it up already.
Present Ree: Damn, you're smart. Alrighty then.

(* -- Mistyped that "Pasht Ree" at first, which is unspeakably wrong.)

glee

I just hugged my monitor. Shaddup. Out of idle curiosity, I validated something I had created using software I just discovered today. It validates. It validates XHTML Strict. OMG so sexy. *glomps the computer again*

I'd have more to say but someone *coughRealcough* got me started on a strange game. It took me a bit to get the hang of it, but just was I was about to give up, I grokked it. When I have time I'll get back to level... er, lemme check. Level 8. Not bad for spare moments between sessions of molesting my computer for being so cutely valid. *gropes keyboard*

Valid code! Oh my. It's love at first sight I tell you. Love.

lovely Dew

I was just reminded that in Canada, Mountain Dew has no caffeine.

You poor people. How do you survive? D'ya have to drink, y'know, coffee? Ugh. (My teeth are übersensitive, particularly temperature-sensitive, so for me coffee = unholy howls of great big pain.)

*cradles her current can of Dew like a beloved child and whimpers at the thought of forgoing it*

*fights urge to revalidate stuff just to see the cherished blue and yellow "it validates!" message*

Also, I did not either stand up and dance the other day upon perfect validation. That would be silly because I have no rhythm; I would look like a goon. If I danced, which I didn't. At all. You must be mistaking me for some other uncoordinated country girl in a green Mountain Dew shirt. *whistles innocently*

*runs out of Dew and scampers away to get moooooooooore!*

quizdump

(I have too much free time.)

London

Oh my God. I feel queasy.

coffee

You Are an Espresso

At your best, you are: straight shooting, ambitious, and energetic

At your worst, you are: anxious and high strung

You drink coffee when: anytime you're not sleeping

Your caffeine addiction level: high


[I drink Mt. Dew, not coffee, but rest is dead-on.]

all wet

I took a late night walk between 12:30 and 1:45. A neighbor's sprinkers are set to run at 1:30. Guess where I was at that instant! *wrings out hair*

quizdump

("An unholy quantity of quizzes below - Lovecraft, piercing, webmistressry, and more")

outsideritis

I feel like a dip. I just posted on a forum, basically saying this: "Hi! I like your forum! I want to make my forum look JUST. LIKE. YOURS. Can you tell me? kthx bai!"

I was smoother than that, though. Or I hope I was.

Man, I hate posting in new places. I suffer chronic outsideritis 24/7. Put me in a new place and I zip right to the nadir of my social ability. "Me Ree. Ree like stuff. Ree not clever now, but am clever mostly. Struth, me clever!" Hoo boy.

Then too, if I'm away long enough, it all feels halfway new again. That means I'm back at "Ree! Remember Ree? The one who never participated in jack squat? Yeah! I'm back again to not do anything!"

I've been told people think I am shibby and miss me when I'm not around, but Lord oh Lord, I cannot imagine why. (Disclaimer: I haven't had caffeine for twelve hours now and that's why I'm moderately cranky.)

There are forum systems with RSS feeds. Built-in RSS feeds, even. *blows kisses at them* Dear people, I am in loooooove. We're talking Cinderella Waltz love. Dancing on clouds love. Being asked to leave a public park love. *whistles innocently* I found one set that installs very smoothly, but I've yet to determine if the RSS feeds are sufficient. An upgrade is out already and I need to see how that process goes too. *remembers database-breaking disasters and grimaces*

There's a reply to my shameless toolmongering. Hey, link right to what I wanted. *replies with great thanks* Spiffykins. However, it is 4 A.M. My brain is snoring without me. I'd better join it.

So tomorrow I shall upgrade the board, install the über RSS plugin, and have much rejoicing if I pull it all off. *falls asleep on keyboard*

lip

A situation in my life:

I was writing a blog comment. (Continuing a thread of conversation -- mark this rare event on your calendars!) I wanted to say that I am experiencing difficulty with a software plugin.

In case you haven't noticed, dear readers, I like using turns of phrase and such. So I tried to think how to word it: Is the plugin mouthing off? Being smart? Bucking? (Er, no.)

I should point out at this juncture that I had VeggieTunes 2 running at the moment and it had just flipped over to "I Love My Lips." I quote, in part:



It's a lip it's a lip it's a lip-lip-lip
It's a lip it's a lip it's a lip-lip-lip
It's a lip it's a lip it's a lip-lip-lip
LIIIIIIIPS lip-LIP-lip!



I said the plugin was being lippy. I don't feel I had a choice. *snickers and wanders off to become a pirate who doesn't do anything*

Blue Crash Kit rocks

Every time I think Blue Crash Kit has hit every single note it could to make me it love it completely, they find another tune that draws me even deeper. *has been known to break into impromptu choruses of Voltaire in grocery stores, at gaming events, and on car trips*
Ahahahahahaha! *probably sounds like Mandark from Dexter's Lab; ignore that probability*

I have done it! I have wandered through board template variables to give the RSS mod the correct description value! Now the main feed validates (by-forum feeds always did but the main was coughing errors on validation) so Bloglines should quit choking on it and I EFFING RULE. I got the PHP code all hooked up all spiffy and whee. I have no clue what I'm doing exactly, just copy-pasting code from other places in the software and modifying the variable names.... heh. No, I have a bit of a clue. I wouldn't have tinkered with no understanding; it'd be heck on security.

Hrm. I probably ought to strip HTML from the DESC value, actually. It doesn't matter right now because there isn't any HTML in that slot, but there could be. *makes a note of it*

Have I mentioned yet that I effin' rule? Oh yeah. (I'm being cuss-less. I blame country music, in which you cain't say the F-word. Hank Jr. said so, or sang so rather.)

On a less egotistical note, keep my sister in your thoughts today. She's going into the hospital tonight to induce labor, since the little one doesn't want to come out and meet the family. Impertinent! I'm gonna like this one -- I've already decided. *g*

nephew

I have a newborn nephew. HEE. I'll let my sis fill in details if she wants, but they're both doing fine and HEE.

*attempts to remove ginormous goofy grin from face; is unable; stops minding it*

haiku #1

I have had enough of this not writing anything but blogness. Therefore, I'm going to try to write an average of one haiku per day for the next month. I expect most to be silly, some to be despairing, and all to provide me with an iota of satisfaction. Without further ado:

too broke to buy Dew
maxing free webhosting
vacuum couch for change

haiku #2

cornered dejection
I have no place to run to
hide behind my wall

quizzes are moving

I'm getting tired of my Tabulas spewing errors when I enter flawed HTML for quiz results, so it's back to Deadjournal with them. DJ has RSS and Atom feeds and my userinfo page has a signup to get my quiz results in your email, if you're into that sort of thing.

So.

serenity

You know what?

I am a golden webgoddess. *hums happily* Looks like I can coax PHP into doing a thing or three that I want.

Uh-oh. I just got an idea. If I'm going to edit template files anyway and I figured out how to use data from the database call, I could try going back in and maybe really muck things up.

In my defence, however, I did backup the database and files before venturing forth. Groovy, eh? *grins widely*

haiku #3

sweet thrill of success
blissful victory sublime
I love it when I rule

haiku #4

ideas dance light
skip off before I glimpse them
I must wait and watch

character ideas

Ideas are good. They rock.

Except for the one currently inhabiting my head. Looks like I have a crazy liquor pixie who wants a place to roleplay.

Crazy liquor pixie. Yep. Just another day in the mindspace of Ree.

I could handle that much, but she's insisting that her "theme song" is... "Debaser." Which is an insane song, all righty. (I worry myself because I get the film reference in it. Creepy as hell. Eyeballs indeed. Ugh.)

Do you know, dear readers, who sings "Debaser"? Whose song it is?

It's by the Pixies.

*headdesk*

haiku #5

chug that liquor, babe
drink till you hallucinate
Hark! Liqour pixie!

haiku #6

razor edge so sweet
please grant my keenest wish
let me yearn to live

haiku #7

(making up for missing the 19th -- I think it was)

kiss me once, Sandman
then depart, that I may wake
-- crap! It's nearly noon!

haiku #8

bliss of job well done
commingled with frustration
what the hell is wrong?

quiet

Radio silence, ugh. Usually I chatter endlessly, but this damn computer has (twice now) frozen before or as I tried to save the writing I was working on. The second time I was wise enough to save incrementally, but I still lost several paragraphs. If this keeps up I may swap the tower for my own and to hell with the people who share this computer. They should thank for me allowing them to use a machine that doesn't suck sweaty donkey balls.

Now that you all have that lovely image in your head...

Not much going on. Roleplay is excellent though I want to broaden my scope a bit. I want to know that I roleplay well, not just well with the same limited (though completely lovely) group of people. The daily haiku project seems to be working out well. The idea to write even a little bit of poetry every day, or as near to every day as I can manage. So far I've only missed one and made it up with a double later in the week. Yay haiku.

I'm playing blog catch-up, I see, reviewing the past instead of commenting on the present. Naaaarg. How the hell does that happen? How does nothing at all happen and then I have to go back to cover it? Guh.

My nephew is the cutest ever and I got to hold him. This tells me that I am just a little bit luckier than every single person who has not has this wonderful chance. So cute, man, you have no idea. But I'll shut up or I'll gush over babycute for hours. (Seriously. I'm kind of worrying myself with that.)

haiku #9

ever-deepen red
I don't know what I'm doing
feel the flush of shame

self-respect

I like this.

character questions

I'm madly cackling away at myself. See, I had sent off a fairly lengthy email full of questions and I've been feeling kinda guilty ever since. I felt I was asking for a lot.

Come to check my email today -- it wasn't there but by the time I sorted to the bottom of my inbox, there's the reply! Too cool. So I'm reading through it and it's actually pretty in-depth, which is awesome, and then I realise:

I asked a roleplayer/writer for details of a character. The writer's main character, no less, so there's a lot of details.

Now if you don't hang out with roleplaying-minded types, maybe you don't know this yet, but gamers and their ilk love to talk about their characters. Many of the tabletop gamers I've met don't know when to shut up about their precious characters. If you ever want to strike up a conversation with a gamer, ask about their characters.

So maybe, just maybe, my question was not as irksome as I had feared. *bweg* Good.

I'm still reading the email actually. Must to get back to that. I was laughing so hard at my own silliness that I had to share with y'all.

Hey! No fair slipping compliments at the end of characterly explanations! Dangit. I'm gonna have to keep me big mouth shut and not ask questions if I'm to avoid to ego-boosting. That or, y'know, accept it, but there are just some things I am not equipped to do. *whistles innocently -- mostly*

"haiku" #10

(I went with an alternate form of poetry. Deal.)

There once was a writer named Ree
Who could not ask for help easily.
Turns out, when she does
Folks are helpful, because
-- well, I don't know, so search me.

(*bweg*)

haiku #11

slam closed every turn
deny me change forever
damn me by neglect

instaslash

It was purely by chance when Pasht became obsessed with Lady Knight. She had a skywriter blaze her proposition across the heavens and they wrote naughty fanfiction about each other.


I'm keeping myself busy. (And that thing loves Hirax waaaay too much. I distrust its lust.)

haiku #12

bitter dawning light
improves nothing, not one shred
I only see more traps

huzzah

I've fallen a day behind on the haiku project again, this time by virtue of pulling a late night while feeling totally unpoetic. It'll come or it'll be the "I'm getting jack done" poem. *shrugs*

I've been getting comments on my Tabulas! Yay! If I let myself I'd be a total comment whore, I'm afraid, but I do so love the interaction. It helps that blog comments and emails are things I can put aside for a half-hour while I lasso my thoughts and smush them into vaguely coherent words.

Mustn't blather on about nothing. Guh. I'm inordinately proud of myself at the moment because I finally got Gravatars working on a forum. I'm still not sure how that will affect my intended modification of the database structure, but for now it's shibby and I am happy. Let's leave that alone for now.

If I sound like I have a blasted clue about web scripting right there, I totally don't. I just copy-pasted some code around and tried random database fields until I was able to get the data I wanted. Ooh, must remember to turn off avatars now that Gravatars are running or they'll double up. I'll do that while I'm thinking about it.

haiku #13,14,15

Mojo rising fast
Funnel it to poetry --
Nope, already gone

Force a girl to write
Juice her heart onto the page
Nothing is so gained

One contented smile
Hinted in her shining eyes
She knows it will come

(Yay for haiku juju.)

schooled

I am waitlisted for three relatively sane classes for fall. Hopefully at least something will come through. I only need one class to work and then I can take classes in classrooms with classmates, like normal people, instead of online like a web geek. *g* Long sordid tale there that I'm not going to recount in public, if at all.

I couldn't handle a full schedule this fall anyway. I feel really stupid admitting it, but my grandpa's death is still affecting me. Recently my extended family's been going through a collection of his to fix it up and sell it off, so everything's close to the surface of my mind, ready to burst at any time. Like a zit!

Oh come now. This is how I show I'm still somewhat upbeat. I get gross. Lucky for you all I haven't linked any definitions of prison slang lately, buwahaha!

My roleplay character Jaina is driving me nuts. She keeps wanting to interact with characters when she isn't there, dammit JJ, not there! Then I try to prod her into action *cough* with a character who is where she is and all I get is "...I dunno."

I'm going to throttle her. I shall yank her scarlet hair, I shall. Crazy girl.

Ohhh. I love this song. So happy. Must shut up and listen before the vocals.