Entries for January, 2006

dentata

Humph. Apparently it's tasteless to savour a strategic mouthful of a leftover chocolate Santa, then point out with relish, "I just bit off Santa's sack!" Some people.

poem #46

(I have been neglecting poetry like whoa. Sorry -- been fighting up sequential germ attacks.)

Nobody's gonna give a damn
Unless it's set in Vietnam
Or big explosives all go "boom"
So storytelling has its doom

No space for nuance, grace or class
The public just wants tits and ass
Your stories must be thick with cheese
You can't transcend the boundaries

So all good things must meet their death
Instead of reaching plot or depth
Why can't I seem to make them care?
Because I'm not a market share!

"Oh my God, Becky..."

"...look at her..." -- book? Humph. I'm pretty sure this is what's wrong with American Christianity today. The lyric sheet makes me eyes bleed.

Though at least it's not the song that claimed, and I quote, "Marilyn Manson ate my girlfriend." Those Christian music people really gotta recruit a worldly type to warn them how stupid they're gonna look.

durr

Damn. Looks like I can put off a task for a week in order to only do it when I have time to do it well -- and then I'll stumble through it in two minutes, bull in a china shop, ruining everything in sight. Good to know. Bah.

27 questions

(Boy, that's a lot of weird.)

WTF, mate!

Here, have a double dose of buddawhuhuh!

The Ultimate Showdown - Shockwave, gets violent so look out, but very very funny

Stairway to Gilligan - The "Gilligan's Island" theme sung to the tune of "Stairway to Heaven"

Boggle. Revel. Come back for seconds. Buwahaha.

country back

One more boggler for y'all! Baby Got Back. Give it a listen. It's... um. All I can say is my brain is dizzy after listening to it.

del.icio.us turns up the best weird audio ever. Hee.

birthday girl

Here I've been dwelling in history and writing Jaina's journal entries, and I completely failed to connect those with the date!

On this day in 2000, Jaina was adopted as an honorary elf. Six years. Six. This is a weighty thing to me. That means I've been writing her for six and a half years. Whoa.

Something must be done to celebrate. Unfortunately, I have no idea what. Blah.

wakeup call

I can tell it's the first day of the spring semester. Not by my assignment checklist. Not by the rush of emails with login details and instructor greetings. Not by new books to peel open either.

No, I can tell it's the first day of class because I am exhausted like whoa, but my roleplay characters are suddenly awake and wanting attention. Even the surly one, who has claimed a name for her homeland and demands that I make is canonical by using it on a board. Even the newest one, who didn't even have a sure gender last week, but has now decided to look almost exactly like a character in a video game my brother rented. And the main one is whinging. "Nobody loves me, I'm all alone, my writer keeps me locked in her brain and doesn't feed me!"

Can I hit her? Is there a way to open a rift in my brain, reach my arm in, and just deck her?

I can't decide if I need Dew to jar my brain into working mode, or a nap that lasts till May. Dew is probably more practical -- but only just.

vigor

I am never letting Pasht watch late night cable again.

"The undead are vigorous and break their playthings" indeed. You'd think she couldn't get much worse in context, but you would be wrong and Pasht would laugh at you in an irritatingly superior way. Trust me on this one.

Now, if someone will stop taking online quizzes, I'll finish my history reading. Emphasis on if.

limerick #47

There once was a redhead without a mate
Whose portals were known to coruscate
When she met Lord Ice
She figured "he's nice" --
And much skilled at making her sussurate.

(*dies*)

week 155

  1. Alone:: tonight
  2. Science:: fiction
  3. Deposit:: account
  4. Faithful:: servant
  5. Tender:: loin *g*
  6. Chocolate:: now
  7. Homework:: sullen
  8. Tamper:: busted
  9. Friend:: worried
  10. Wire:: Cate

dirty

I have discovered an amazingly innocuous term that, to a few people, will seem very very dirty. It may also cause titters in some dirty-minded folk, much like the word "titters" (hee!), at the final word.

Here it is: "strawberry ice cream."

*snickering coughing giggling fit* Now I am in no mood to read about religion, because strawberry ice cream. *snrk*

WTF

What in green hell is going on? I keep hitting trios of fuckup online.

One site has utterly died and forgotten I was ever there (in terms of data); another has me registered, but won't let me login in and won't email me my password; a third won't let me register.

I have to be vague, but... One old cronie I once sort of knew online (under three names now) is experiencing a huge self-revelation; another someone I tangentially know online (actually, a triad) has discovered horrifying stuff about someone they knew and liked; another person I don't know well, but consider very dear, has been completely slighted by a group (of three, natch) that's supposedly all clean-cut and family friendly when they aren't being the Queendom of Drama.

*curses muchly* Ignoring the odd three thing, it's still nasty stuff. WTF, people. WTF.

strange fascination, fascinating me...

I've been having a bad day. Had a long, strange dream involving buffalo keys (I don't know either) and a lavender lift that only went down, and slip-on shoes with leopard lining... tonnes of odd details. Woke up with knots in my hips and back.

I swallowed a bottleful of Mountain Dew MSG MGX and several chunks of "chocolate Jolt", and I'm still absolutely drained, yawning, rubbing dry eyes, trying not to fall asleep over my textbooks.

I had to join class discussion online (and I really hate this week's history topic, but meh) and I had online radio going at the time. The stream died a few minutes ago (they're working past some server issues), but not before I heard a familiar intro and sang along with the whole song.

"Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes!" I have the weirdest, fondest love for that song. Dunno why, don't care, love it to tiny pieces. (That it was my introduction to Butterfly Boucher helps, but OMG Bowie, dude! Bowie!)

I gotta check on supper and then attack my religion reading yet tonight, but I am awake now, and stupidly grin-faced, and also wondering how much a Bowie's hits CD would run at the local stores because I must own this song if hearing it improves my mood this much.

"Turn and face the strange, ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes..."

week 156

  1. Long distance:: friendship
  2. Meant to be:: hurt
  3. Here:: and now
  4. Endless:: plains
  5. Resentment:: festers
  6. Insipid:: blondes
  7. Bunny:: gun
  8. Slogan:: ...
  9. Naked:: and sticky
  10. Sarcasm:: gets me through

padding religion

I have an essay due tomorrow night. Two pages on a ten-minute section of film, detailing every minute aspect of indigenous religion portrayed in the excerpt. This is annoying and probably requires padding the content somewhat, but I can handle this.

The part that pisses me the hell off is that the movie and section used in this assignment are the first ten minutes of The Lion King. *silently fumes* If the instructor really felt this movie was a good portrayal of indigenous belief systems, I wish we could have at least gotten a part with Mufasa's echoing ghost-voice. Mmm, Darth Pride.

Mmph. See, I'm trying to keep a good rage going but Catnip Radio keeps playing Rocky Horror songs to calm me down. It's working too. There goes my rantage. Dammit! (Janet!)

Right, I'm going to pop in the cartoon musical just as soon as this track finishes. And there it goes.

poem #48

I saw you walking down the street;
I went the other way.
Don't think me harsh, don't think me strong,
For what I did not say.

It's just that I am so confused
By all we left unsaid,
And though your heartbeat drew me near
I had to turn my head.

Through my frustation there had come
A single burning tear.
It's proof that I'm not who you want,
And that's why I'm not here.

dead

My brain is flat. My confusion got too thick and heavy, smooshing it down until it pressed out the wrinkles.

My notes for my essay look like this: "everything's connected -- more connections -- more -- circles are symbols of unity and connection..." I'm dead. So very, very dead. I can't pull in the ancestor worship/honoring or the role of the trickster, because they don't appear in the assigned section of the movie. "First ten minutes" my ass -- it's closer to three, and if it's over five I will eat a damn mushroom that I hate will every tastebud.

Decided to kick around online and got even more confused. Kept clicking links, then having my brain sputter "Wait, what? I don't wanna be here, ack!" and having to run away. Frakking frak. Finally figured out their links are backward. I don't know if I have the link anymore, but it's bad UI to do link colours one way and good to do them the other. I kept getting confused about where I'd been because I expected the meanings of the colours to be reversed. Of course I realise this on the last page of the section I wanted to finish before bed. How frakking helpful.

Reading's done, FLCL's done for the night, essay is so not done and so not getting done tonight. Meh. There aren't font size limits in that class, I think. And surely I can come up with a dozen ways to restate the all-connected theme, though I may need a thesaurus.

On the up side, a quiz has told Pasht that if she dies again, she'll become a poltergeist. Which goes against my personal theory of poltergeists, but is very amusing anyway because 1) Pasht is highly physical and would go even crazier being unable to touch people, and 2) I have a character named Poltergeist in MURPG.

Jaina goes to heaven. I get into a scifi anthology or something. Whatever.

Sleeeeep will help, if I can just claim some. Slumber, dreams, inspiration, writing -- everything's connected. Heh. Good to know I'm keeping tabs on my classwork, if nothing else.

music mantra

Today my mantra shall be: I would make no friends by posting to a lyrics forum with "Hellhound for Booty." The folk that like that are already my friends.

target PHP

Eeeeeek. Though at least PunBB isn't mentioned specifically. Small grace, that. *runs to ensure guest posting is off on her forum*