To continue the discussion of the end times as was brought up by Wolven on his Lj...This little nugget of joy was sent to me by email today.

"You know the world's gone mad when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the USA of arrogance and the Germans don't want to go to war!"

I still keep wanting to start an alternative history novel with "The year is 1999, the Falcons are in the Superbowl" - which of course.. they were, but the phrase just sounds so bloody ominous.

So, who votes the end times are upon us? And only one hand, tenticle, or whatever per umm.. person.

So... I came across a question today on metafilter...

"What sort of assault rifle would jesus kill people with?"

... I would have to say an AK-47... but who dares to question the divine's choice in weaponry?

Ok, just a fun note from the depths of Usenet... someplace I really should go back to hanging out in more.

"People who do stupid things with hazardous materials often die. In the words of Larry Niven and Jerry Pournelle, this phenomenon may best be thought of as "Evolution in action.""

Best to remember this as "Stupid Chemist Tricks 202 - Things NOT to do with Plutonium"

Silent Hill 3

You're not here

Blue sky to forever,
The green grass blows in the wind, dancing
It would be much better a sight with you, with me,
If you hadn't met me, I'd be fine on my own, baby,
I never felt so lonely, then you came along,

So now what should I do, I'm strung out, addicted to you,
My body it aches, now that you're gone,
My supply fell through,

You gladly gave me everything you had and more,
You craved my happiness,
When you make me feel joy it makes you smile,
But now I feel your stress,
Love was never meant to be such a crazy affair, no
And who has time for tears,
Never thought I'd sit around and cry for your love,
'till now.

Oh man how much am I looking forward to this game! Every little tidbit I catch about it makes me even more excited about it. And all the better that the music is going to sound just as good, if not better than the past Silent Hill games. The music, as with every aspect of sound in those two games, has always been a huge part of the game experience. Even when there is no music, the silence its self is an actor in the game play, making you all the more aware of how frightened you really are.

This game series has been the only thing other than Resident Evil and Animal Crossing to really get my blood pumping about playing a game since.. hell, Final Fantasy VII. And this is the only game series since Resident Evil (the first one) that has scared the shit out of me. Silent Hill had me so scared I could barely sleep after playing, from empty lockers filled with blood, falling bodies, and giant cat/lizard beasts, to small girls vanishing into the mist and snow. Silent Hill two, while not quite as big on the "OMG FUCK!" scare factor, definatly had a very powerful psycological edge to it with the delving through layers of the protagonists false reality into the truth, how ever horrible it really was.

I can only hope that Silent Hill 3, with the first female protagonist of the series, can combine the best elements of Silent Hill 1 and 2 and once again scare the living hell out of me.

Possibly the most addicting thing I have ever found online...

The Game of Rebirth

"This game is adapted from the book "Rebirth: The Tibetan Game of Liberation" by Mark Tatz & Jody Kent. In it they present a traditional Buddhist game intended to teach a metaphysical system about reincarnation and its place in the universe. This is a greatly simplified version of the game, without a lot of explanation of the meaning of each place.
"You start in the present earthly human condition and move through a number of states or lives, doing and learning various things until you understand everything and achieve liberation. Ideally, as you grow in consciousness you gain more control over your direction and chance or outside influences play less a part in your wanderings. There are no links out of the game. Like life itself, you need to find your own way out! There are 104 steps.
"In this level of reality, chance is determined by rolling a six sided die and then following the indicated number. This fortunately coincides with the six syllables of the phrase "Om, mani padme hum". You can either roll a traditional six numbered die and follow the resulting numbered link or trust to your karma and click on the prayer wheel (which is rolling the mantra) and be cast onto another page! Not all pages have six possible exits, some make you wait. Some exits take you to a better realm (ie: you learned your lesson) and some take you to a worse place. "

... its probably a bad thing that I got stuck between being an animal and the theives hell...
oh wait, I'm a ferret... that makes perfect sense...

...eep...

Another lesson in "We needed a test to tell us this?!"

I am Hastur! The Unspeakable One is the master of those who seek to unveil the mysteries of death. It is through meditation upon the Yellow Sign that the devotee of Hastur seeks transcendence to the city-realm of dim Carcosa. Through a complex series of visualizations that expand the aspirants void-consciousness, the final age will arise. Ruled by the ominous King in Yellow, a new stage of reality will come to fruition. Of the Olde Ones, Hastur is considered to be one of the most difficult to work with, his teachings being reserved exclusively for the Cthonian Adepts and Lords.

Which Great Old One are you?

So tired....

Must keep working...

So we are moving the CS dept today. ALL of it. All 25 faculty and staff. Machines unhooked, parts bagged and labled, and set for the movers to come tomorrow and sunday. And then... and then... we get to unpack it all Monday!!! Weeee

Wait.. this is a shitload of hard work... dust is everywhere, up my nose, in my eyes, on my hands and arms - My entire body wants to sneeze, but only my nose knows how. Ack!

Need shower... need rest... need food...

....

Dishonor

I knelt in the garden for hours, trying to seek the solace of meditation, but instead my thoughts were unstill, leaving me awash in their chaos. Dishonored, shamed - how could I, one who had dedicated both my life and my sword to my master have been so dishonored? Dismissed from his service, not even by him, but by one of his sons, for being disrespectful. But of course I was disrespecful - how could anyone respect one such as him, a young, brash man who has never shed blood in battle, yet commands us because he is his father's son. I have nothing but respect for his most honorable sire, but this boy - how dare he have treated us the way he has. And then, he dismisses me from service, for daring to question his practices.
Dusk is settling, and the cicadas are begining to sing. It is sping, and the cherry blossoms are just coming to bud. Rain has made the ground moist, and its dampness has soaked through my clothing. Yet still I sit, contemplating this bare sword blade which I hold across my lap. I could be free of this horMy famrible dishonor, I know, all it would take would be my own death. My family would bear no burden for my death, knowing their son had regained face in his choise of deaths - yet I cannot bring myself to do it.
Why? Because I know, in my heart, that the boy who has shamed me has no honor of his own. He is only a leach off his most honorable father.
There are other ways to regain face, other ways to regain lost honor. Having never lost honor in the first place is the best of these. Now, I must show the world that I am not the one dishonored, but that the whelp is. The best way, the only way, is to survive, and prove myself worthy to be in the continued service of his father. And I will.

Its amazing the internal struggle one can resolve by talking to someone, and being told what you had already thought of yourself.
I will not kowtow to an inflated, faux authoritarian who knows no other way to deal with critizism but by shame and punishment. I will stay, and I will survive, and I will flourish. For all that I have done in the past, and all that I will do in the future, proves that I am better than I have been labled as being. I have honor, far more than some, and those without honor cannot dishonor me.
And I will find much pleasure at being the bone that sticks in his craw, the stain he cannot wash out. I will always be here to remind him that I am better than he is, that I, unlike him, have honor, loyalty, and an unwavering sense of duty.

So yeah, there are a few things left in this world that get me in a bad mood...
Professors who speak down to me in condesending tones and pretend to be friendly when actually being bastards are one of them

I had one of those last semester. This semester, I sort of have one.

I admit, the keyboard on my laptop is loud, and I type VERY quickly, so its a constant sound, especially when I am taking notes. And I admit, allot of times I'm doing more than JUST taking notes. But neither of those reasons are enough to very subtly sugest that I shouldnt use a laptop in class at all. I would understand it if some other student had complained to me - I've had that happen before, and usually between the two of us, one of us will move, relocate, or otherwise make the situation tollerable. I would even understand if other students had complained to him, and he told me that. But I think he finds it annoying that I sit and type during class discussions, occasionally looking up and saying things in the discussion, or making comments on the presentations, or what ever I'm expected to do. And another thing - if you are planning to enter a business enviroment, you better be damned well prepaired to deal with less than perfect speaking conditions - especially with the sound of a keyboard going while you are speaking. There are these little things called meeting minutes that are now almost always taken on laptops or desktops or hell even PDA's.

And that he threatened my participation grade when I was fairly sure I had been more than vocal in the class... thats very uncalled for.

Maybe I am just being pissy. Really, I'm just trying to slog through that class, no matter how nice the professor is, it doesnt make the subject any less unplesant, and me any more comfortable with public speaking.

So yeah, its Monday morning, and I'm up early. Almost got up at 10, but managed to get 30 more minutes sleep before giving up. So I'm at work.

In all my Oscar nonsense last night, I forgot to mention that I bought a Gamecube yesterday, along with Animal Crossing and Resident Evil 0.

Mmm Animal Crossing. That game is so addictive. And the worst part is, it is real time, so there is no reward for playing it hour after hour after hour - instead, you are rewarded for game play over an extended series of actual days, months, and hell, years. You have to wait for upgrades to your house (takes overnight), upgrades to the store (takes two days) and hell, even for mail order deliveries. The game is so out of the ordinary, its refreshing. Especially to have seen my bf's roomie going insane waiting for things, asking if there were ways to make time go faster, and in general freaking out over how slow game time was.

That real time element is what keeps me from playing it constantly, so its a perfect game for me. Resident Evil 0, however, is going to eat my life until I beat it. Gah.

Oscar Moments -

Best of all was the all surviving best actors and actresses, along with supporting and honnoraries... so beautiful to see all of them together. How well those divas of the Golden Age have survived, and so beautiful are they - even in silver. And the actors of the age - so wonderful all those great actors there side by side. So amazing. Olivia de Havilland is still so beautiful, though now she is a Matron, not the beautiful young woman she was when she won for "The Heiress" in 1949. Jack with his big three, looking cool as ever, even though he didnt get the fourth one tonight. Louise Rhiner - the Great Zigfield and The Good Earth, still alive! (Props for mention of Judgment at Nuremberg ! )

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Best picture:
Chicago - Winner
Gangs of New York
The Hours
The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
The Pianist

So wonderful to see Michael and Kurt Douglass on stage together, and Kurt still with his wonderful sense of humor, making fun of his own speach problems. We all know what I was rooting for, right? Good.
I LOVE the presentation of the winners name. Ripping the card in half, each taking half, reading, and then yelling "CHICAGO!"
I guess this means that I have to see it now. Damn.

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Best Actor: Love the montage... so many great film moments -
Adrien Brody, The Pianist - Winner
Nicolas Cage, Adaptation
Michael Caine, The Quiet American
Daniel Day-Lewis, Gangs of New York
Jack Nicholson, About Schmidt
Haven't seen the movie... but, going against so many experienced, talented actors, especially Jack...and had the cahones to dip kiss Hally Berry... "Woah, bet they didnt tell you that was in the gift bag..."
"There comes a time in life where everything seems to make sense... this is not one of those times."
"If it werent for the insomina and sudden pannic attacks, this would have been an amazing journey."
And he actually yelled down the orcastra to talk about the war... and actually said the least offensive anti-war sentament during the night. "A peaceful and swift resolution." Considering what the movie was about, it was the best he could do, I think. But he should remember - "If you wrong us, do we not revenge?" Enough fucking political polarization, please.

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Best Actress - Love the montage begining with Fargo! Such a reminder of all the wonderful females who have graced the screen... Beauty and power and emotion and most of all pride.
Salma Hayek, Frida
Nicole Kidman, The Hours - Winner
Diane Lane, Unfaithful
Julianne Moore, Far From Heaven
Renee Zellweger, Chicago

Such a hard one this year - Jullian Moore is by far my favorite, but just for how beautiful she is. But Nicole Kidman.. she has done so much and not been rewarded... Thank god she won it for The Hours instead of that trash she was nominated for last year. The crying into the statue with that back turned.. nice! She has come so far since Dead Calm!

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Best Director -
Rob Marshall, Chicago
Martin Scorsese, Gangs of New York
Stephen Daldry, The Hours
Roman Polanski, The Pianist
Pedro Almodóvar, Talk to Her

Nothing here I was really rooting for - rooting against Gangs of New York, on principle. Really glad to see Roman Polanski win it, after all the wonderful things said about his work on the movie The Pianist.

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Humor:
"And now to introduce someone I consider a close personal fantasy, Julia Roberts."
"It was so sweet backstage, you should have seen it, the Teamsters were helping Michael Moore into the trunk of his limo."
"Later, we will do a montage of people you think are dead, but aren't."- Steve Martin

"Every time an Oscar is awarded, an agent gets his wings."
to the Oscar statue - "This is his ass, these are my lips." *kisses statue's ass*
-Kathy Bates

"Always a bride's maid, never a bride - my foot! I have my very own Oscar till to death do us part."
- Peter O'Toole

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Peter O'Toole - Honorary Oscar - Fucking AWSOME. One of the best Hamlet's ever, best of all the Shakesperian Kings, every one he played - And my favorite, Lawrence of Arabia
"They come in a world of iron, to make a world of bone..."
Passed over too many damned times - Finally he gets what he should have had from day one! So beautiful and moving a speach, without having lost a sense of humor.

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Best Original Song:
As much as I hated "The Gangs of New York," U2 did a beautiful job with "The Hands that Built America." The song is a much more noble sentament than the movie was, and its a shame it will be forever associated with it.
"Oh my love / It's a long way we've come / From the freckled hills / To the steel and glass canyons..."
Lose Yourself is a powerful song, and I'm so damned glad it won. He deserved it, for all the power in the lyrics, the emotion and the strife he has lived through. A breakthrough win if there ever was one, in my opinion.

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On Chicago and LOTR:TT
Its a shame that LOTR: TT was up against Chicago in nearly every category. It shouldn't have been alowed, and it robbed LOTR:TT of allot of the spotlight it deserved, and likewise, LOTR:TT stole allot of attention from Chicago. I am, however, a bit conserned that Best Adaptation didnt consider LOTR this year, but The Pianist was based on a damned powerful story.

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The END
Steve Martin: "We have finally reached the half way mark!" Pause "There are so many people I would like to thank, namely Steven Spielberg, why, because it couldn't hurt!"

So Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi, better known as "Spirited Away", won for Best Animated Feature. I'm happy. Hayao Miyazaki, a wonderful director with credits from Lupin III to his perhapse most well known work, Princess Mononoke, should have gotten this years ago for Nausicaa or Kiki's Delivery Service, or hell even Crimson Pig. Hayao Miyazaki is helping to bring the beauty of Japanese animation to American mainstream audiences, slowly but surely, with his films. He deserves all of this, and so much more.

From the IMDB Bio:
"Hayao Miyazaki was born in Tokyo on January 5, 1941. He started his career in 1963 as an animator at the studio Toei Douga, and was subsequently involved in many early classics of Japanese animation. From the beginning, he commanded attention with his incredible ability to draw, and the seemingly-endless stream of movie ideas he proposed. In 1978, he directed his first TV series, "Mirai shônen Conan" (1978) (Conan, The Boy in Future), then moved to Tokyo Movie Shinsha in 1979 to direct his first movie, the classic _Lupin III: Castle of Cagliostro (1979)_ . In 1984, he released _Nausicaä of the Valley of the Winds (1984)_ , based on the manga (comic) of the same title he had started two years before. The success of the film led to the establishment of a new animation studio, Studio Ghibli, at which Miyazaki has since directed, written, and produced many other films with Takahata. All of these films enjoyed critical and box office successes. In particular, Miyazaki's _Princess Mononoke (1999)_ received the Japan Academy Award for Best Film and was the highest-grossing (about US$150 million) domestic film in Japan's history."

I'm convinced there is something about this time of year that breeds dissonance. We all feel it, we all respond to it - and I find that year after year it grows stronger, affects more people.

Wolven has unfortunately tapped deeply into it this time. I am resisting my own feelings of conflict, but I fear for him. I also see it in Erik, and his family, as they deal with a death in the family, and the stress of his roommate's new job on top of it.

How would you answer when someone you have loved for five years, through thick and thin, pain and struggle, and your own stupidity, says they don't understand why you love them. I know, god, I know, that he is more than the bitterness he projects to drive off things he doesnt want to deal with. Erik, if you do read this, I love you because I know you are who I was ment for, and nothing can ever change that. Nothing.

The Universe is a cruel thing, and I hate it with all my heart.

And when people ask me how long I think the war will last, THIS is my answer.

Any questions?

Didn't think so.

And just for "statistical proof"

Thank you, and have a nice day.

Hi! The answering machine is broken. This is the refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I'll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.

.... something has got me in this sort of mood today...

The Body of B. Franklin, Printer
Like the Cover of an old Book
Its Contents turn out
And Stript of its Lettering & Guilding
Lies here. Food for Worms
For, it will as he believed
appear once more
In a new and more elegant Edition
corrected and improved
By the Author

Benjamin Franklin's Gravestone

More proof for 42 being an important universal number....

Sol is expected to make about 42 revolutions around the galactic center during its life span
We are currently running on orbit 20...

HAPPY WAR DAY!

[23:31] coryj007: Decapitation!
[23:31] StrixusOokami: more decapitation!
[23:32] coryj007: Fuck analasis, get back to the guy welded to the tank!
[23:32] StrixusOokami: LOL
[23:32] coryj007: Decapitation!

conversational haiku

I close my eyes,
"What do you want from me,
Friendship?" I sigh.

More or less, less or
More - does it matter in the end?
maybe it doesnt

"You can't keep being
so afraid of me," I whisper,
"But you should be."

Yes, nothing from me for days... but I have been prepairing this essay talking about what all has been going on in my life recently.

Loyalty, Honnor, and Shame

Most people, who know me, at least from reputation, know me as a person who will stoop to nearly any measure to get done what needs to be done, no matter the cost or consequence. That also means I have the reputation of being underhanded, sneaky, deceitful, and treacherous, not to mention just a bit of a hot head. But what few people know about me is that I have a very strong sense of personal honor, something that often over rides common sense, priority, and active reason. It is this sense of person honor which has gotten me into most of the trouble in my life, and lead to the worst pains I have ever known. Thus, I attempt to suppress it, and focus on getting done what should and must be done.
Recent events, however, are making me take a long, hard look at this personal sense of honor, and what it really means to me. Because with this sense of honor is also my sense of loyalty. And right now, my loyalty is being tested, to an extreme, and I am in deep conflict as to how to resolve things. I am deeply loyal to only a few things – my lover, my friends, my self, and the student organization I helped to found. Usually, that is the order I would place my loyalties in, in terms of priority. And usually, this order of priority has helped me resolve conflicts between two or more of these loyalties fairly smoothly.
But now, I am faced with a problem I have never faced before. I find myself questioning my loyalty to that student organization, not because of the organization its self, but because of the treatment I have recently received from certain members of the organization. I have held a position of responsibility there for all but six months of my four years there, yet now, with little reason and even less warning, I have been dismissed from that position. And this dismissal was done with what I believe were more than professional motives behind it, though I have no proof of this.
First impulse was to give a general “Fuck you,” in the direction of the entire organization, and walk out, leaving them to fend for themselves and deal with the consequences of their actions. I have taken allot of stress, allot of pain, and sacrificed allot of the last four years of my life for that group of people, all for a lousy $200 a month and little other compensation. I’ve seen the organization through everything from a near legal suit to poor staff turn out, all the time attempting to be the pillar of solidarity for the organization. And the organization has survived, no matter who has tried to bring it down.
But what thanks have I gotten beyond the knowledge that this organization has survived? I’ve made many good friends, hand many good times, and hell, even had allot of fun. But has all of that been enough to balance out all the pain and heartbreak I’ve been through for the organization before? Before I was dismissed, I thought that it was. But now, that question is haunting my mind again.
What the question comes down to is simply this – was my dismissal my fault, or the fault of the person who dismissed me. My distinctly western mentality immediately places blame on others, while my eastern sensibilities tell me that regardless of who’s fault it was, the failure is mine, and must be atoned for. And as I usually find my eastern logic more equitable when dealing with people, as well as more soothing to my own soul, I must find a way to atone for my failure – that is, I must compensate for my dismissal in such a way as that I can regain the honor lost by it.
Of course, the answer is obvious. I can only atone for my own failure to the organization by continuing to stay and work for the organization, redoubling my efforts to improve and continue its existence. My continued presence may stick as a bone in some throats, but all the better, for it will show those who see me as a failure that I am above such things, and that my work is done from loyalty, not for pay or profit. In that way, I can regain the honor lost, and show that I remain loyal, no matter what is done to me.
Because that is the definition of loyalty, I think, working for that which you are loyal to, no matter if there is reward or not, and even if that reward is only pain and heartbreak. Loyalty is remaining steadfast for something you believe in, even if it means your own shame, failure, or suffering. And that is the lesson this has taught me. No matter how much hurt and pain you dedication is repaid with, if you truly believe in something, or someone, you will stay loyal to what you believe in.
Yet another lesson the universe has taught me, and one I will not soon forget.

"They call me Snakefoot...."

The people of Albion, yes, they came among us when our leaders reopened the gate from Avalon to the mainland, building keeps and forts and villages, cutting roads across the earth where none but we had tread before. The drakoran, we fear them, for we see in them what the Iconnu could become, and in our fear we opened our land to invaders who may yet be worse than them. At first, we knew nothing of their wars with the other realms of the world, and then, we learned what there was to fear other than Morgana and her undead legions.
I am Cilida Sabazios, but humans, with their limited voices, found my name hard to pronounce, thus reduced me to my given name, Cilida, for many of my first days among them. When I entered training in the Guild of Shadows, my first master dubed me "Snakefoot" as a derogatory refference to my short size, claiming that I was no taller than the non existant serpent limb. Little did he know the name would come to strike terror into the hearts of the enemies of the realm. As an Iconnu, I have a natural mastery of poisons, able to create them with little difficulty from even the most common ingredients. My small size made ideal for ambush missions against the drakoran, and I quickly learned that poisons which the humans had formulated worked almost as well as our own traditional venoms extracted from native animals.
I saw my first Troll two months into my training with the Guild of Shadows. I had progressed fast, far faster than they had expected me to, and gained the rank of Blue Hand while others I had trained with still struggled with their aprenticeships. The Guild which hired me, The Ancient, called me out to battle, and I saw for the first time the others who threathened our realms. Hibernians, Midgars... I quickly learned that Trolls are nowhere near as tough as they look, and that an axe goes through their stone hide just as easily as it does through the scales of a drakoran.

And I walk, throwing doors open wide before me
Each step a thunder on stone
time worn, empty, fire laced hallways
Through these portals, stride through
To face what waits beyond
Beast and Demon, Freak and Fey,
Within the darkening pinicals
Of Hell

I am Monster, born of Nightmare
Walking shadow, dream of fire
Tarterus phosphers, sulfurous biles
Fangs of demon bone
Devil of night

Oh, God, oh God, I dream
in multi hued sands of spiral time
and who are we to wonder
walkers of nightmare dreamers
and the Firewalkers swarm around us
wings grown stiff with time

Impotent creative energy is the bane of my conscious mind. Whole words die stillborn in my mind as I sit, pondering, whole peoples and cultures and even pantheons rise and fall with the whim of my thoughts, to be forgotten only minutes or hours later as I let them go. For, I have nothing to do with them, no place for them. I cannot create in ways that would bring them into reality.
Words are not enough. Images are not enough. Music is not enough.
And no way can I ever bring my creations to frutation.

And somehow... I am alone.

I love this site.. Must prop site...

Egrannie.com

More wisdom of the Ages from Erik

StrixusOokami: "Ray, if somebody asks you if you're a god, you say YES!"
EndNull0: bah. I don't answer the questions of mortals
EndNull0: like any real god

Its so nice to see Pete getting back to his roots...



BAD BAD Bunny!

Sometimes, my bf has the best insights into human nature:

EndNull0: *sighs* life sucks.. then I kill everyone
EndNull0: what do you think going postal is?
EndNull0: heh
EndNull0: life sucks.. so you kill everyone.
EndNull0: makes ya feel better

So I'm having one of those mornings. No, not one of THOSE mornings, but one of those mornings. I've been up since six. Entertained myself by reading Ray Bradbury, listening to music, and getting some work done. Yah. One of those mornings. I got 10 hours sleep, very nice. Those ten hours happend to have been from 6pm to 6am with some gaps between, but they were ten hours none the less. Go figgure.
Worse is that I'm starting to think I like this schedule, which is rather strange. No one is up, no one is around, and its relitivly quiet. I wake up, and its dark, the sun slowly comes up, and its light. And then the day stirs, and the world is awake. So strange. But I know it wolnt last, and I will revert to my old schedule soon enough. But I will enjoy it as long as it lasts.
On a side note, I am working on a new fic, from scratch, while rewriting one of the others in my head on the side. Going to scrap the pseudo-Lovecraftian nonsense in After The Fall and go with a pure and all out Christian mythos/ Evagelion feeling. So should be fun. Watch Nightmare for the new fic when it gets done, and I finally come up with a title for it.
Till later. Signing out.

VOOOT. The Angles of IT have SMILED upon their chosen Daughter!

Went to work, and asked boss if there was a spare Dell laptop power cable laying around. THERE WAS!
So I have a cord until Friday at the latest, which should be plenty of time for my new one to arive. YAY.
SO happy.
*hugs laptop*
*realizes what she is doing, lets go, and looks around*
No one saw that. No one saw that.

Separate Games - Megatokyo.com strikes again

Miho:
[He isnt at all what I expected. But some-how...]
[The quiet, stubborn aggression...single minded tenacity...]
[Its all there, I can see it.]
[The girl is like a catalyst.]
[And the other...]
[Brilliant recklessness... survival by pure unshakable bravado...]
[He grows more confident, becoming one with the chaos inherent here.]
[But they are separate games. I cannot play both.]
[Or can I?]

Ghad. Nothing sucks more than being religated back to the non moble days of desktops. How on earth did I ever live with JUST a desktop? Have to rely on other computers, FTP, and file servers just to have access to all my stuff. Its very bad.
And worse, I'm having to klunck around and remember to delete the stuff I've worked on off of any public computer I've been on. This is just EVIL. I need that AC adapter asap. AHHH. Evil evil.

*sighs*

So of course, as that I'm now back from Germany, my laptop is on the fritz. Great. The AC Adapter is shorted out, so no power... so no laptop. NICE. Just the sort of welcome home I like. Of course, this means I'm religated back to my desktop... which means im stuck taking analog notes in class till the AC adapter I ordered gets shipped to me. Which may not be till THURSAY. Fucking Dell. And of course, with shiping, the damned part cost me $75... for a POWER PLUG. Ugh.
*sighs*

... and I'm back. Miss me much? Didnt think so.

So Germany was fun. More about it later. Tired now. Very tired.