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[Mar. 19th, 2009|04:33 am] |
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Think there's enough alliteration in this headline? |
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| Giddiness! |
[Mar. 18th, 2009|10:00 pm] |
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Word on the internets is, there's going to be a BIPLANE in the toyline for the Transformers 2 movie.
Sadly, the blurry pic kind of looks like its robot mode is terrible, but still. Biplane!!
It's the toy I've been waiting for my whole life! |
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[Mar. 10th, 2009|12:56 pm] |
Knee story:
My x-rays last week were inconclusive; they wanted to send me for an MRI which I just can't afford. So they sent me away with some monstrously huge pain pills, to heal normally as best I can. If it heals, it was a bone bruise. If it stays wonky, I've severely damaged myself forever, I guess.
The good news is that I can walk properly again, almost. Although I still can't straighten it completely or bend it at more than a right angle, stairs are still a problem, and by lightly brushing my fingers over it I can make my whole body twitch. So, I'm hoping bone bruise.
Also:
Eagle vs. Truck Spoiler alert! The eagle won! |
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[Feb. 28th, 2009|10:10 pm] |
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I'm 80% certain my left kneecap is fractured. There's nothing I can really do about it but rant, ,whine, and otherwise throw a tantrum, so I'm going to do this as much as possible. |
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| 3 things: |
[Feb. 13th, 2009|10:41 pm] |
1. I really like being drunk! I've missed it in the past year or so. It makes me feel like a real human being!
2. So guys how about that Oglala aquifer?! Think we're going to get a new Dust Bowl of the 2000s? Since I pretty much hate life in general, I'm really excited for America's nonsustainable agriculture to get blown away on the prarie winds!
3. Speaking of the Revenge of the Great Depression, anyone with a credit card and a paypal account want to arrange something where I get Decemberists tickets and pay you via paypal? <3 <3 <3
Also, I have to LOL at people who are like, OMG RECESSION WRYYYY DID NOBODY SEE THIS COMING because I, as a half-educated history dork, saw this coming since like 1997. HEY GUYS LETS REPEAT THE 1920S BECAUSE THAT ENDED WELL RIGHT?! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.
AND AS LONG AS I AM DRUNK::: CHAD IS COCKBITE AMIRITE? |
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| Odd dream, iTunes rage, etc. |
[Feb. 13th, 2009|03:51 am] |
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I just woke up from a 'nap', and by that I mean I got home at 7pm, passed the hell out, and just woke up. The dream was one of those disturbingly realistic ones- everything was just like normal life, except for the following:
-My online account for Spore actually worked, and I had patience to play a civilization into the space age.
-Transformers 2 was out already, and had sent me into fits of nerd rage for the same reason the first one did- because they'd used iconic buildings as stand-ins for cities that the buildings weren't in. I think the 6th Harry Potter movie was also out, which would set this dream in the near future?
-I went to church. To like, worship God. O_o I did not burst into flame upon entering. Apparently it was also a church in 1952 or something, because the men were in grey flannel suits and the women had gloves and adorable pastel hats. I think this was probably an anxiety dream over the quality of my millinery.
Other than those three things, it was pretty much a dream in which I went about my daily life, playing MMOs and arguing on the internet about abandoned buildings and/or giant robots.
Daily life, for real this time:
OMFG The Decemberists are playing here this spring!!!! Tickets go on sale tomorrow, so I will be heading down to the box office as soon as I remember if they're playing the Pabst or the Riverside.
I canceled my World of Warcraft account because I don't have the time or high-speed connection to play at the level to which I'd become accustomed, and it was too annoying to see other rogues on the server being better than me. Although since the expansion came out I was barely doing more than logging on to chat with friends, it still feels a bit as if I've amputated a limb. Now I'll have to find a whole new way to not have a life.
iTunes sucks, and a good deal of that suck is because it's impossible to use it at the beginning of a sentence without my grammar twitching. Also because it's managed to organize my music into a system that's so orderly I really can't argue with it, while simultaneously making it so I can't find anything. The iTunes store is also tweaking my completionistic tendencies, so it's a rather good thing I don't have any money to spend there.
Axis Powers Hetalia. What is this nonsense? Why am I so utterly amused by such a ridiculously inane take on history & politics? It would be a perfect example of the Theory of Anime Ruins Everything... except that I can't help but find it hilarious. :( |
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| *pokes Livejournal* |
[Feb. 10th, 2009|05:46 pm] |
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Haven't slept in 3 days, but then I haven't posted in months, so whatever. What brings me back to Livejournal? Well, I have no internet at home anymore, so this "online" thing is new and exciting again! I feel like I should be hanging out after class and RPing Star Wars on message boards like it's 1997 (Now let's all move to Seattle and use slow modems!).
School/Work is usually 11 hours a day, and I'm pretty okay with that since it's not 7 days a week this semester. I'm half-tempted to find a weekend job, just because I'm not used to having free time anymore.
I got an ipod and it's freaking my shit out. I'm not exactly sure why, but I think it's the way it devours music. You put in a CD, iTunes slurps it up, then about a minute later you remove your now-irrelevant coaster. There's that intensely eerie feeling of being booted forward in time that comes with any drastic change in technology, and also the feeling that I'm carrying a voracious monster in my pocket. The music that filled up almost 1/2 the hard drive of my last computer, fills up a little more than 1/10 of this beast. I'm a little afraid to touch it, I think it might swallow my hand. In a fit of pique last week, I named it Stupid Flanders, and now I can't seem to rename it without resetting everything.
Oh, and I'm divorced now! My new apartment pleases me greatly, it seems like an ideal place for nerdly gatherings. |
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| Delicious Violence! |
[Dec. 14th, 2008|08:57 pm] |
Life is horribly bleak and depressing, but that's nothing new really. My final projects are finished and awesome, so my epic fantasticness is sort of like a bright spot in the gloom, I guess.
I was at the grocery store today and there was a lobster fight! A huge lobster with red rubber bands was being bullied by a smaller lobster with white rubber bands. Their fight had them swimming all over the tank, using their tails to move quickly and using their horrible little legs to push against the glass and against other lobsters.
The rest of the tank was sitting quietly and looking in the other direction. It was like when you're on the bus or train and there's a fight on the other end of the car, so you try not to pay attention because you don't have time to make a statement to the police. Or like a holiday dinner where everyone's trying to pretend that cousin Jimmy isn't drunk and arguing with the christmas tree.
The red-banded lobster was a rogue, he kept outflanking the other one and going for the backstab. I think the white-banded lobster was a paladin. He raised his claws like he was trying to cast a heal. If they hadn't had rubber bands it would have been an ugly duel.
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Watching the lobsters move around, instead of awaiting their delicious doom with their normal stately dignity, reminded me that they are closely related to scorpions. If they lived on land we would kill them with poison instead of eating them with butter. What would you do if your home was infested with pinchy, leggy vermin? Burn down the house IMO. |
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[Dec. 7th, 2008|02:04 pm] |
ALL OF DEEP SPACE NINE: I HAS IT.
DAYS OFF DURING FINALS WEEK AND WINTER BREAK: I CAN HAS!
My life is going into a very, very nerdy place for a while. :D |
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| Adventures in Technology |
[Nov. 29th, 2008|06:19 pm] |
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My MP3 player had been broken for months; the screen appeared totally frozen and would only say "Upgrader." I was prepared to throw it out and live MP3-less! The horror! I'd have to do such primitive and distasteful things as interact with my surroundings and acknowledge other human beings!
In desperation I sought out Rio's tech support, which I was expecting to not help me, since my MP3 player is shamefully old (and I could rant for pages about how appalling it is that a 5 year old MP3 player is unacceptable! Seriously people-- lets all go back to vinyl, we'll be happier as a society. Anyway.)
They said to give the MP3 player a good whack. I thought, "Wtf? Is this a joke? Worst customer service ever!" I wished I could slam the phone reciever down in anger, but we were communicating via instant messenger. Modern technology ruins everything once again! (Let's go back to dial telephones with heavy metal handsets. We can express our rage by hanging up! As a bonus, you can use the cord as a garotte, or thwack someone with it. And we will all be happier as a society.) Thinking myself thwarted, I threw the MP3 player to the ground...
... and now it works.
So anyway, I guess I'm moving in a few days? If the future roommates ever decide to get in touch with me, that is.
Back to frantic packing.
( EDIT regarding the MP3 player nonsense: )
<lj-cut text="NEVERMIND =_=>
It works as long as I keep it turned on, if I turn it off it goes back to being broken.
Angry person is angry. |
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[Oct. 9th, 2008|01:30 am] |
Dynasty Warriors and the billion associated games are a a dangerous, dangerous thing for my free time and sanity. Not only can I control historical figures, wade through a battlefield killing thousands of peons with flutes, fans, and oh yeah, plausible weapons too... but there's dozens of characters to unlock and level up, and I'm pretty sure if I tried I could Rule 34 it and scar Chad for LIFE. Never mind that I have no time for anything at all right now... there's mindless slaughter to be had!!
On a similar note, there should be a game like this based on the American Revolution. I dreamt about this last night, and it was pretty much the best dream I've had in months. (Beat the hell out of the one last night, where I skinned my own arm. WTF, brain?) I mean... imagine. Playing as George Washington, you show up at West Point. But oh no! Something's not right (Well, besides the anachronistic techno soundtrack.) Major John André has appeared on the battlefield!! You slaughter your way through 300 redcoats and murder him. A dialogue box pops up, blocking your map! Nothing to do but kill 200 more redcoats until they shut up. General Arnold has betrayed the fort! Enemies spawn all over the map, and the gates of West Point open! 500 redcoats later, Peggy Arnold meets you at the gate in an implausible variant of 18th-century dress which shows lots of leg. She runs at you, wielding... oh, I don't know... a battle teacup or something. But you kill her in two hits, because you're George Fucking Washington, and you've been level grinding. Then you face Arnold himself! He has a few bitter remarks to make about the Colonial government, but oh! Too late. You've beaten him down. You grab his treasure, and he reappears for long enough to make a statement that he's not really dead, just video-game dead! Then there's a short animation of the British ship arriving to pick him up, and he sails away to England to die of gout. You strike a pose! George Washington is victorious! |
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| Hmmm.... |
[Sep. 24th, 2008|01:17 pm] |
I know last year I was joking about how I would absolutely not dress as a sexy Dalek girl for Halloween...
... but really, I wonder if it would be possible? It would give me a chance to wear those robot shoes that have been taking up space in my kitchen.
*ponders*
Although I kind of wanted to do something that would involve the 1940s hairstyle I figured out how to do this year.
Heh, moot point, anyway. Not as if I'm doing anything for Halloween anyway. |
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| Worst night ever |
[Sep. 12th, 2008|02:26 am] |
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Holy crap.
1am: I wake up becaues the birds are flipping out. I stumble out of bed, cover the cage, and try to go back to sleep.
2am: Mew! Mew! Mew! Mew! Mew! Af first, I assume the cat is just broken. Then it occurs to me he might've caught a mouse or something, so I get up, poke around the apartment.... no cat. But still, Mew! Mew! Mew! Mew! I turn around, and see that the cat (The stupid, adventurous one) is outside our second-story window. He'd managed to somehow get on top of the air conditioner, which makes no sense because (excuse my ASCII)
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Balcony railing............X......... Air Conditioner
Let X= a window with no sill or any place for a cat to get a foothold.
Anyway, after a few reasonable plans fail due to the cat being really stupid, Chad climbed over the balcony rail, grabbed onto the edge of the roof for support, leaned over and grabbed the cat by the back of the neck, and tossed him onto the balcony.
2:15 AM. Stupid Adventurous Cat is still flipping out. Quiet, Well-Behaved cat walks by to her food dish, and SAC jumps her. Yowling, spitting, clawing chaos ensues. Sadly, this is normal. When I get up to break up the rumble, QWBC lashes out and jabs her claws deep into my foot.
2:30 AM. Stupid Adventurous Cat is stalking something. I can't see what it is due to it being across the room. I assume it's a piece of dust or string or something imaginary, until in a flurry of action, he catches it, bats it around for a while. After victory is achieved, he brings over and drops next to my computer chair the LARGEST GODDAMN CENTIPEDE I'VE EVER SEEN. Which isn't dead, of course, and promptly runs behind the bookcase. Bear in mind that in 5+ years of living in this apartment, I'd never seen one inside. I thought I was safe. Now I know there's not only a population of those monsters in my home, I know that in the battle against them, the cat is not on my side. Also, that any future affection that may come from that cat is coming from paws and a mouth that held the horrible thing. Not to mention that now it could be ANYWHERE.
At this point it is far too late to sleep since I have to be awake in a couple hours, and in any case my nerves are screaming; I may never sleep again. |
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| lets go play with string! |
[Sep. 10th, 2008|06:26 pm] |
Knit-related squealing, so I can remember to print when I am near a printer....
Yay sweater! Everything about it is perfect.
BUTTONY GOODNESS (Do I have any #7 dpns?)
This vest is completely made of win and cheap yarn! Yay cheap yarn! I'm glad the knitting knazis don't read my LJ, because I LOVE Lion Wool and Wool-ease! And seriously, non-knitters... this is actually a controversial statment, which proves that all knitters are batshit insane. |
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| I set out from my apartment and went to the used bookstore. I got a good feeling! |
[Aug. 29th, 2008|07:03 pm] |
I ended up getting completely lost in the building, which is old and creepy and looks like it's going to fall down any moment. I think I ended up someplace I wasn't supposed to be; in a room with floor-to-ceiling National Geographics dimly lit by a single flickering fluorescent light. Very creepy and awesome.
I ended up getting records, including a recording of The Mikado which is excellent so far except for Nanki-Poo, who is NIGHTMARE FUEL. It's not QUITE Gilbert, Sullivan, and the Chipmunks, but when he started to sing I did have to get up and check if my record had somehow switched to 45rpm. Oh! And it's an old enough recording that it's full of vintage Victorian racism and other anacrhonistic creepyness! O_o
BUT OH GOD THAT VOICE D:
The only thing that's making it tolerable is imagining the rest of the cast is human beings, but Nanki-Poo is a Final Fantasy sprite.
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