Entries for August, 2006

tasteless

Don't tell Weft, but he might be right about something. For a change, dammit, that's all!

He thinks Jaina has horrible taste in men. Mostly he thinks this because she's involved with Suitove and Suitov irritates the piss out of Kaptain Kitten there. I was content to write it off as that -- for awhile. Then Erin began adding her characters' profiles to Twine. This reminded me of something.

The last guy Jaina hit on that wasn't an evil mage with an army? Was Lucifer. Yes, that Lucifer -- he who rules Hell.

photograph

I was on the road with my family when I saw an awesome statue and stopped to take a picture. By the time I got there, a biker dude and his family had posed with it. (This is South Dakota and the Sturgis Bike Rally looms ahead, so there are plenty of bikers to be had.)

I snapped the picture anyway. Ever seen a tattooed biker wear a "deer in the headlights" look? It's an odd contrast, I must say.

Also, later there were bison. It was a very good picture day.

ETA: Got the picture online and linked it above.

screw off

(Yay for misleading title text.)

Oh sweet Sekhmet, this is amazing. I <3 it to tiny pieces and if SciFi does run this, I'll actually watch SciFi again instead of just channelsurfing past it when Twilight Zone might be on.

If you're in the US and watch this, make sure you take the survey on the SciFi website too.

got to get away

I really needed a vacation. I had summer classwork, and I didn't get a break between spring and summer because of a funeral. That means my last proper time off was in January. January, people!

I've been cramming my head full of fiction and merrily progressing on a pet project of mine. If I can just get the zarking SQL to work, I think I'll be in business.

Aaaaand that was definitely lightning, so the computer goes off and I get back to my novel.

star bright

Most nights in South Dakota, the skies have cloud cover. Sometimes it's a thin cirrus haze and sometimes it's a thick, fluffy quilt of cumulus. On a few special nights, there are no clouds at all. There's virtually no air pollution (compared to cities), so the stars shine in all their glory. There's something lovely and powerful about even the faintest star.

Tonight there are no clouds -- just starlight.

roleplay

It feels good to get back into forum roleplay. I'd forgotten how much of a power exchange it is. It takes putting a lot of energy in, but as the story continues, the energy comes right back and keeps circulating.

Also my character got to squeeze-hug an old buddy after a long time apart, and that was simply awesome.

let it rain

It rained last night! Blessed, glorious rain! Not the sort that vanishes into the cracked, dry soil, but the type that covers the ground like a thick blanket, slowly seeping in where it's needed.

on writing

The creative writing class I'm taking this autumn requires me to purchase a book (Stephen King's On Writing) that I've been lusting after for months. Bonus: I've already read through the book, having borrowed it from a friend, so a lot of the class material will be familiar.

This calls for excited yells and pumping one's hand in the air for sheer glee.

chatter

I got to chat with someone I haven't seen on IM in months. We've kept in touch, but email just isn't the same as realtime communication. It was great to share photos, ideas, and even a few reservations about miscellany.

ranty

Grr. I wandered into an interesting discovery -- there's a PHPBB modification that does pretty much what I want to do with my little board. I have no intention of changing to PHPBB, but if I could find the mod code, I could at least compare its function to my planned mod. If the creator's amenable, I could try to just port it to my board system and credit the original author accordingly.

Except that it isn't linked for download anywhere. I can't even find an online handle for the creator. Bah!

gone to pot

My brother Squirt is moving out of mom's basement into his own apartment. He needed a good cooking pot for making spaghetti, so my mom and I spent the other day looking at every rummage sale in town. Bupkis.

We returned for family dinner to discover that Squirt had the same idea. He went to one rummage sale.

And found the perfect pot. What cheek!

speling

I have, purely by accident, found an online roleplayer who is not a friend of mine but can still spell the word "fracas" correctly, and use it correctly to boot. In contrast, many online roleplayers regularly misspell much more commonly used words.

If she can handle both "voila" and "beaucoup," I shall be overcome and may propose.

EDIT: And I of course I made an error in this post, though I'm unsure if it was a cognitive or typographical error. This is why integrated spellcheck is your friends -- when it exists. *grumbles and attempts to find a good web-based spellcheck service in which to copy and paste everyf'narkingthing* Fixed the error once it was pointed out, at least.

nec-romantic

I have a whim to create a dark arts mage character for roleplay. This is slightly odd, as I tend to prefer rogues over magic users, but yay diversity.

The part that worries me is the character's "theme song" of sorts -- and inspiration -- is a country breakup song with a faintly morbid double meaning in the title. I expect necromancers to be dreary types, but apparently mine would be an outright hick. Yay!

sisterhood

My sister's going to back back in town for a day or three. I wish it were under happier circumstances, but I'm glad to see her regardless. Hopefully she'll come bearing baby pictures and I can help her get them online for folks to coo at.

MIA

I can't find my Synthroid. Damn the pills, damn the misplacement, and damn my damn neck gland for requiring daily medicine in the first damn place.

Speaking of places: I have checked my dresser (where I normally keep the pill bottle), all dresser drawers, the floor around my dresser, the top of my desk, all desk drawers, the floor around my desk, the floor around my bed, the end table by the television, inside and under the living room sofas, my purse, any trash cans in the vicinity of the above mentioned areas, the pockets of all all clothing ready to be washed, and the top shelf of the fridge (I was thirsty and still in search mode, so shush).

Now I am just a teensy bit sick of looking.

cleaning

In the process of trying to find something, I sorted through my clothes and ended up with a knee-high pile of things that don't fit worth beans. Finding an outfit should be much simpler with the junk weeded out. I feel rather accomplished for having done it.

neck gland

I never did find my Synthroid. Luckily I was able to get my prescription refilled, so at least my medication levels are stable. Well, stable as ever. Damned neck gland.

You know you hate your freaking thryroid when you glare daggers at pictures of butterflies that happen to be too close in shape to the thyroid gland. Argh.

roleplaying quotes

I'm a huge geek, I know, but my little character amuses me so.

History lets us find new and exciting ways to screw up!

Hello, dragon, the redhead said in what she hoped was a friendly tone, and not a what in green hell has happened to me and why, God, why?! tone.

She's the light of my day.

spam and spice

My spam filter caught a dating spam. This is, in itself, unamusing. The part that cracks me up is that it claims to be from Frank Herbert. Spam from beyond the grave!

embed this

Does anybody know a good way to have Firefox block all EMBED content? I'm thoroughly sick of having various webpages loudly interrupt the music of my choice. I have a CD player. I use a CD player. I do not need extraneous crap coming through my speakers and giving me starts.

Ahem.

Anybody? Anybody? ... Bueller?

Got just the ticket via an LJ comment. It works beautifully.

poem #53

(It's been awhile.)

Alas, my love, I take my leave --
Not for all time, but just for now.
There's other threads that I must weave;
To newer pressures I must bow.

blargh

Just got back from being out of town for 28 hours, with no internet access the whole time. There are no profanities vulgar enough to describe how I feel about that. Primal screams come close.

I am very sorry if I am holding up a roleplay, leaving an email unanswered, or generally being an absent pain. At the moment, I have faint memories of how a good night's sleep feels, and an open window to my online school. I am going to see if any school stuff demands my attention tonight, and then I am going to bed. I will deal with the other stuff stuff after a sound sleep, God willing.

So not happy. Graughhhhh.