For a temporary moment, my faith in humanity is restored.
Now THIS is like MySpace for cool people.
http://communityofveterans.org/
I mean, really. The war in Iraq doesn't end just because we've got a new President Elect (God save our souls). Coming home can be a harder transition than going overseas. I applaud whoever thought of this website. Way to go, people. I am a little more optimistic about humanity right now.
Oh, and by the way, it's veterans only. Nice try.
03 December, 2008
01 December, 2008
No no no no no no no no...
Dude, no no no. It's gone. All of it. It's just...
Well, that damned printer did it again. That thing is the devil, I tell you, and I want it out of my house. I can't tell you how many times it has broken my computer, but this time it has gone too far.
See, I have my laptop (Jack Sparrow), but there's not much memory, so I store all my pictures and my stories and things like that on my desktop computer (Barbossa). Well, my brother was here, and he made sure that my dad's laptop could talk to the printer. That's all well and fine. Then, for some reason, after my brother left, Barbossa decided that he didn't want to start up. So dad tried to make him start up, but apparently chose the wrong option or something.... and suddenly, Barbossa thinks he's a brand new computer straight out of the box.
My games are gone. Whatever. I've got the install discs. I'll just have to start over in Knight of the Old Republic.
My programs are gone. Okay. I can download them again.
Dude.
My pictures are gone. My concerts are gone, my videos that were too big to go on the laptop are gone, my pictures from the zoo are gone, most of my trips, my drawings that have since been given away, my brother's wedding, my nephew... gone.
My stories are gone. Luckily I've saved most of my clone trooper stories, but the original ones that came before the boys had established their character... those building blocks? Gone. Some of my other original stories are gone... Allegiance is gone. I don't think I've posted that one on the internet. I've got hard copy of that one, though. But there were other chapters that are gone now.
And Ray. I had a folder of Ray. The very few pictures I could find, two news articles, and an obituary. Pictures from the funeral as well. That's what gets at me the most. Pictures can be forgotten, stories are just fiction. Ray was real. And I do NOT want to forget about him. I'm hoping that I've got that folder on Jack, as well. If not, I imagine I'll cry for a week. Really.
So, for Christmas, I want a package of rewritable DVDs which I can backup my picture files with.
Oh yeah. Did I mention that all the system restore files are gone, too?
This may be blasphemy, especially coming from me, but I'm contemplating... well... Mac...
Well, that damned printer did it again. That thing is the devil, I tell you, and I want it out of my house. I can't tell you how many times it has broken my computer, but this time it has gone too far.
See, I have my laptop (Jack Sparrow), but there's not much memory, so I store all my pictures and my stories and things like that on my desktop computer (Barbossa). Well, my brother was here, and he made sure that my dad's laptop could talk to the printer. That's all well and fine. Then, for some reason, after my brother left, Barbossa decided that he didn't want to start up. So dad tried to make him start up, but apparently chose the wrong option or something.... and suddenly, Barbossa thinks he's a brand new computer straight out of the box.
My games are gone. Whatever. I've got the install discs. I'll just have to start over in Knight of the Old Republic.
My programs are gone. Okay. I can download them again.
Dude.
My pictures are gone. My concerts are gone, my videos that were too big to go on the laptop are gone, my pictures from the zoo are gone, most of my trips, my drawings that have since been given away, my brother's wedding, my nephew... gone.
My stories are gone. Luckily I've saved most of my clone trooper stories, but the original ones that came before the boys had established their character... those building blocks? Gone. Some of my other original stories are gone... Allegiance is gone. I don't think I've posted that one on the internet. I've got hard copy of that one, though. But there were other chapters that are gone now.
And Ray. I had a folder of Ray. The very few pictures I could find, two news articles, and an obituary. Pictures from the funeral as well. That's what gets at me the most. Pictures can be forgotten, stories are just fiction. Ray was real. And I do NOT want to forget about him. I'm hoping that I've got that folder on Jack, as well. If not, I imagine I'll cry for a week. Really.
So, for Christmas, I want a package of rewritable DVDs which I can backup my picture files with.
Oh yeah. Did I mention that all the system restore files are gone, too?
This may be blasphemy, especially coming from me, but I'm contemplating... well... Mac...
You've all heard by now, but...
Yeah. Hardly the first person to mention this story, but I must say...
Customers SUCK. You people are SAVAGES. And here is the proof.
http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/2008/11/29/20081129WalmartDeath1129.html
Seriously. "Someone died". "I'm not leaving, I've been in line since yesterday morning!"
I'm sorry, but I'd have opened up a can of serious ass-kicking if one of my coworkers were killed and those damned shoppers couldn't get their heads out of their rears long enough to look around and see that there's actually OTHER PEOPLE in the world, and no amount of marshmallow shooters is worth someone's life.
Seriously, I'm experiencing a great hate for my fellow citizens right now. Why is it so important? Why do you have to be the first one in the store? Where did this sense of entitlement come from? Somewhere along the way, we've taught these children (who then supposedly "grow up" into adults) that they can have anything they want, whenever they want. It's just easiest to give it to them to shut them up, I guess. People have no patience, and absolutely no concern for their fellow man. NONE. KT would be ashamed of you.
OKAY! Game time. This is your challenge for the week. Give something away. Take something that is distinctly YOURS and give it away to someone. Doesn't have to be something huge. It can be part of your lunch at school, money for coffee (don't let them pay you back!), a book, or a new car. Just give away SOMETHING. And it can't be something that you've just found. Say, if you found a quarter in the parking lot and you gave that to someone for coffee money, it doesn't count. Has to be from YOUR posessions.
Go!
Customers SUCK. You people are SAVAGES. And here is the proof.
http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/2008/11/29/20081129WalmartDeath1129.html
Seriously. "Someone died". "I'm not leaving, I've been in line since yesterday morning!"
I'm sorry, but I'd have opened up a can of serious ass-kicking if one of my coworkers were killed and those damned shoppers couldn't get their heads out of their rears long enough to look around and see that there's actually OTHER PEOPLE in the world, and no amount of marshmallow shooters is worth someone's life.
Seriously, I'm experiencing a great hate for my fellow citizens right now. Why is it so important? Why do you have to be the first one in the store? Where did this sense of entitlement come from? Somewhere along the way, we've taught these children (who then supposedly "grow up" into adults) that they can have anything they want, whenever they want. It's just easiest to give it to them to shut them up, I guess. People have no patience, and absolutely no concern for their fellow man. NONE. KT would be ashamed of you.
OKAY! Game time. This is your challenge for the week. Give something away. Take something that is distinctly YOURS and give it away to someone. Doesn't have to be something huge. It can be part of your lunch at school, money for coffee (don't let them pay you back!), a book, or a new car. Just give away SOMETHING. And it can't be something that you've just found. Say, if you found a quarter in the parking lot and you gave that to someone for coffee money, it doesn't count. Has to be from YOUR posessions.
Go!
24 November, 2008
YOWCH!
That's a hot cuppa! HOT cuppa!
*we interrupt this blog to point and laugh as Rio winces and rubs her sore lip that is now turning red from being burnt by a very hot cup of tea*
Okay, but anyway... You've all (read: Besl'a) have been around for all my ramblings on my various English papers, yeah? I complain about writing them, it takes me four hours to write a paragraph, yet somehow I always scrape by and have it done by the time I have to go to class?
Well, this week's topic (actually, next week's topic, since this week is Thanksgiving. The Vegan's favorite holiday... pass me a slice of the tofu loaf?) is an argumentative paper. If have to argue some controversial topic. I couldn't think of anything worthwhile until I got to history class. We were talking about Truman and the atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. So I figured, hey, why not? I'll write about that. However, as I try writing about it, I realise that it's not nearly as much fun when there's not the Knights of the Square Table to argue with.
Interruption: My history class is actually a leadership class. There are eight of us, plus two professors in the class. It is mostly discussion. They ask us what we would do, say, in Truman's position. Do we drop the bomb, or don't we? Since it is discussion (read: lots of liberals and conservatives yelling at each other), we don't have the room set up like a normal classroom. We arrange the tables in a square and all sit around it, a la King Arthur, only with a few more corners (since we are lacking a proper Round Table). Therefore: Our unofficial name is the Knights of the Square Table.
So, Hiroshima. Not as much fun to write about without anyone to yell at. One thing I would like to write about, though, is wolves. You know, shatter the stereotype of "The Big Bad Wolf" and such. 'cause hunters totally kill more deer than wolves. But I've already turned in the outline of my Hiroshima paper. So, is it too late to switch topics now?
So I decided to e-mail the professor to ask if it would be alright for me to switch. Oh look! There's already an e-mail from her!
She wants to know if I can e-mail her a few copies of my papers so she can submit them to a committee who will review the papers and decide which ones to offer an award to. She'll be putting together a folder of work from several students in her ENG101 classes, students who have shown "consistently high quality".
.... the hell?
*we interrupt this blog to point and laugh as Rio winces and rubs her sore lip that is now turning red from being burnt by a very hot cup of tea*
Okay, but anyway... You've all (read: Besl'a) have been around for all my ramblings on my various English papers, yeah? I complain about writing them, it takes me four hours to write a paragraph, yet somehow I always scrape by and have it done by the time I have to go to class?
Well, this week's topic (actually, next week's topic, since this week is Thanksgiving. The Vegan's favorite holiday... pass me a slice of the tofu loaf?) is an argumentative paper. If have to argue some controversial topic. I couldn't think of anything worthwhile until I got to history class. We were talking about Truman and the atomic bomb on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. So I figured, hey, why not? I'll write about that. However, as I try writing about it, I realise that it's not nearly as much fun when there's not the Knights of the Square Table to argue with.
Interruption: My history class is actually a leadership class. There are eight of us, plus two professors in the class. It is mostly discussion. They ask us what we would do, say, in Truman's position. Do we drop the bomb, or don't we? Since it is discussion (read: lots of liberals and conservatives yelling at each other), we don't have the room set up like a normal classroom. We arrange the tables in a square and all sit around it, a la King Arthur, only with a few more corners (since we are lacking a proper Round Table). Therefore: Our unofficial name is the Knights of the Square Table.
So, Hiroshima. Not as much fun to write about without anyone to yell at. One thing I would like to write about, though, is wolves. You know, shatter the stereotype of "The Big Bad Wolf" and such. 'cause hunters totally kill more deer than wolves. But I've already turned in the outline of my Hiroshima paper. So, is it too late to switch topics now?
So I decided to e-mail the professor to ask if it would be alright for me to switch. Oh look! There's already an e-mail from her!
She wants to know if I can e-mail her a few copies of my papers so she can submit them to a committee who will review the papers and decide which ones to offer an award to. She'll be putting together a folder of work from several students in her ENG101 classes, students who have shown "consistently high quality".
.... the hell?
09 November, 2008
New phone!
I just got a new cell phone! WOO HOO! It's the Palm Treo... which is frigging awesome. Look it up.
Downside is that I've got an older model. It's my bosses old phone that I bought from him. But hey, it's new to me! Full keyboard, touch screen, all sorts of fun features...
Know what my favorite thing is? Something my old phone didn't have? Ringtones. Yeah. Ringtones. See, the only way to download ringtones for my old phone was to get on the internet, and that costs an arm and a leg, 'cause it wasn't part of my phone plan. But this new one can play MP3s as ringtones! YAY!
So, at the moment, I've got the choice of Online (Brad Paisley), Meet in the Middle (Diamond Rio), Unbelievable (Diamond Rio), The Mean Kitty Song (Corey Williams), Rage of the Shadow Warriors (Jesse Harlin), Vode An (Jesse Harlin), The Imperial March (John Williams), or Talk Like a Pirate Day (Tom Smith). My phone is weird XD
Oh, and in case you're wondering... my lovely new device's name is Hal Skirata (a combination between Kal Skirata and HAL from 2001. Isn't THAT a scary combination?)
Downside is that I've got an older model. It's my bosses old phone that I bought from him. But hey, it's new to me! Full keyboard, touch screen, all sorts of fun features...
Know what my favorite thing is? Something my old phone didn't have? Ringtones. Yeah. Ringtones. See, the only way to download ringtones for my old phone was to get on the internet, and that costs an arm and a leg, 'cause it wasn't part of my phone plan. But this new one can play MP3s as ringtones! YAY!
So, at the moment, I've got the choice of Online (Brad Paisley), Meet in the Middle (Diamond Rio), Unbelievable (Diamond Rio), The Mean Kitty Song (Corey Williams), Rage of the Shadow Warriors (Jesse Harlin), Vode An (Jesse Harlin), The Imperial March (John Williams), or Talk Like a Pirate Day (Tom Smith). My phone is weird XD
Oh, and in case you're wondering... my lovely new device's name is Hal Skirata (a combination between Kal Skirata and HAL from 2001. Isn't THAT a scary combination?)
04 November, 2008
30 October, 2008
Motivation... no.
Three hours.
Really, I've had this page open for three hours. Ten thirty I opened it up. It is now one thirty. You want to know what I've written in that amount of time?
"McLean"
Really, I've had this page open for three hours. Ten thirty I opened it up. It is now one thirty. You want to know what I've written in that amount of time?
"McLean"
29 October, 2008
25 October, 2008
Shoes, Aliens.... meh.
They're like shoes, I tell you. When you don't have any money for them, you find fifty cute pairs, on sale, in your size. But when you desperately need a new pair of shoes for work... the entire city area is sold out of ALL shoes in and around your size.
Well, aliens are like that as well. Yes, once again it's time for another episode of Rio's English Paper. This time, we have to find two articles on ANY subject and compare them. So, it can be two articles on why Obama is the anti-christ, and the similarities between the two articles, or it can be one article about why Obama is the anti-christ, and one about why McCain is the anti-christ, and compare the differences between those. I figured it would be fun to write about Roswell. Just because. So, I wanted to get an article about why it was a cover up, and one about why it wasn't. So, I keep looking for articles from the two extremes. One from the Air Force and one from a conspiracy theory website would rock, I think.
At this point, though, I'd take any article I could find. Seriously, when I'm just innocently browsing around the internet, I find all sorts of stuff about Roswell! I can tell you about the whole incident, and yet I've never actually purposefully searched for anything about it! But now when I'm looking for stuff about it? Nope, can't find it! Sorry.
I've found a few articles, but nothing goes together well. Like, the Air Force article talks about the "alien bodies" being crash test dummies. The conspiracy article I found talks about air force presence at the crash site. So there's really no parallells I can write about. I really really need one article written... and then another written in response to the first. That way they at least cover the same material.
Oh, and the other problem I came across? The Air Force article I found? Yeah, it's not an article. It's the 1000 page Roswell Report. Not like I can summarize that in two sentences...
Anyway. I'm gonna finish up this blog and keep looking. I've got too many windows open as is. You are the winker shnink! Goobye!
Well, aliens are like that as well. Yes, once again it's time for another episode of Rio's English Paper. This time, we have to find two articles on ANY subject and compare them. So, it can be two articles on why Obama is the anti-christ, and the similarities between the two articles, or it can be one article about why Obama is the anti-christ, and one about why McCain is the anti-christ, and compare the differences between those. I figured it would be fun to write about Roswell. Just because. So, I wanted to get an article about why it was a cover up, and one about why it wasn't. So, I keep looking for articles from the two extremes. One from the Air Force and one from a conspiracy theory website would rock, I think.
At this point, though, I'd take any article I could find. Seriously, when I'm just innocently browsing around the internet, I find all sorts of stuff about Roswell! I can tell you about the whole incident, and yet I've never actually purposefully searched for anything about it! But now when I'm looking for stuff about it? Nope, can't find it! Sorry.
I've found a few articles, but nothing goes together well. Like, the Air Force article talks about the "alien bodies" being crash test dummies. The conspiracy article I found talks about air force presence at the crash site. So there's really no parallells I can write about. I really really need one article written... and then another written in response to the first. That way they at least cover the same material.
Oh, and the other problem I came across? The Air Force article I found? Yeah, it's not an article. It's the 1000 page Roswell Report. Not like I can summarize that in two sentences...
Anyway. I'm gonna finish up this blog and keep looking. I've got too many windows open as is. You are the winker shnink! Goobye!
21 October, 2008
15 October, 2008
Vampires!
I've been working on my English paper all week.
And then yesterday, I realised that I read the assignment wrong. Woo hoo. So I have to start ALL over again, and it's due tomorrow. I totally wasn't planning on making it a last minute paper, it just kinda came out that way!
So! Here I am, starting at the beginning, and it's 1:00 on Wednesday. I'm leaving for Bible study at 4:00, and this paper is due tomorrow.
So! How's your day?
And then yesterday, I realised that I read the assignment wrong. Woo hoo. So I have to start ALL over again, and it's due tomorrow. I totally wasn't planning on making it a last minute paper, it just kinda came out that way!
So! Here I am, starting at the beginning, and it's 1:00 on Wednesday. I'm leaving for Bible study at 4:00, and this paper is due tomorrow.
So! How's your day?
10 October, 2008
Just in case you didn't know...
I frenning love KT. She's been blogging again, bless her soul, and she said this little gem...
"This is what I mean when I say that the characters run the plot: if they're solid enough, you know what they will and won't do, and even what they'd buy if you let them loose in a supermarket."
Which really makes me want to let the Gammas loose in a supermarket and see what they'll get :)
So I tell you what, my dear thousands of readers (read: Bes'la), take a guess at who is going to buy what, and I'll let you know if you're right or wrong (or some combination of the two).
"This is what I mean when I say that the characters run the plot: if they're solid enough, you know what they will and won't do, and even what they'd buy if you let them loose in a supermarket."
Which really makes me want to let the Gammas loose in a supermarket and see what they'll get :)
So I tell you what, my dear thousands of readers (read: Bes'la), take a guess at who is going to buy what, and I'll let you know if you're right or wrong (or some combination of the two).
02 October, 2008
Vice Presidential Debate
Dude. Wow. I completely and totally heart Palin. She's totally my new hero :) She's brilliant! I love how she's totally grinning like she's got this ace up her sleeve. Biden's sitting here going "Uh, no, I didn't vote for that..." and she says "Um... yeah you did, I saw that debate."
And I loved that bit with her going "Uh... yeah, I'm just an idiot, I don't know how things work in Washington... so I don't understand how you can be completely for the war, and then as soon as this race starts, you change your mind." Good shot, girl.
I think she's a Mandalorian in disguise.
You know, I haven't watched her in action before. I really haven't! Everyone's been talking about her, how great her speech was at the RepCon (my new name for Republican Convention), and I didn't see any of it, because I was watching House. But I see why everyone is going nuts about Palin, now! I think she rocks. I can see how she'd completely frazzle the Democrats though. Wow, they must HATE her. That makes me like her even more :)
Ooh, she's got the people laughing, now... that's always a good sign. She's even got Biden laughing! I like it when they can laugh at stuff and they're not right at each other's throats.
Ooh! Nice callback to the founding fathers. I like it when people pay attention to where we come from, not just where we're gonig.
Of course he's the most dangerous Vice President we've had. He shot someone.
Experience.... discipline.... experience.... discipline. Sorry, but I'm going with the soccer mom! Discipline with no experience can work out just fine. Experience with no discipline? I think I've seen that episode of 24... it doesn't turn out well for the VP.
Was that a callback to Reagan? Oh, the Liberals will like that one...
I like that she keeps up on McCain, too. She's actually standing behind him. Biden is kinda... ME ME ME ME ME! Obama chose ME! 'cause I'M awesome!
Now, how come Biden's sitting here going "McCain's an idiot. He's stupid. He voted for this and against that and blah blah blah..." but Palin is totally... she's not bashing Obama. She's just calling out Biden's bluffs.
Not going to question other people's motives? Stupid move. Sorry, but to quote Karen Traviss quoting EA Games... "Challenge everything." Examine people's motives. Find out why they're doing what they're doing. Healthy caution, padawan... 100 journo points.
Closing statements! Ooh. She rocks a lot. I like average. I'm average :) OH. I like that "we're blessed" and "I'm proud to be American" thing. People don't do that anymore.
And from Biden... top that. It IS the most important election I've ever voted in. I've never voted. I hate CEOs. Ooh. Mentioning the troopers. That's a good shot. He's going after the average American again. Let's see how many times we can say God. That'll earn votes. I do like that bit about God bless the troops as well, but it seemed kinda... slimy. I mean, not like "God bless our troops", more like "Vote for me because I can say 'God' and 'Troops'."
Oh, and by the way. I nearly deleted that WHOLE blog because I got distracted by 24. I went to Fox.com to check out when 24 will be on, but I forgot to publish my blog. Then I closed the tab. Crap. So, I'd like to thank Firefox for the "Recently closed tabs" feature, and Blogger for the "Autosave" feature. You saved my blog. I thank you.
And I loved that bit with her going "Uh... yeah, I'm just an idiot, I don't know how things work in Washington... so I don't understand how you can be completely for the war, and then as soon as this race starts, you change your mind." Good shot, girl.
I think she's a Mandalorian in disguise.
You know, I haven't watched her in action before. I really haven't! Everyone's been talking about her, how great her speech was at the RepCon (my new name for Republican Convention), and I didn't see any of it, because I was watching House. But I see why everyone is going nuts about Palin, now! I think she rocks. I can see how she'd completely frazzle the Democrats though. Wow, they must HATE her. That makes me like her even more :)
Ooh, she's got the people laughing, now... that's always a good sign. She's even got Biden laughing! I like it when they can laugh at stuff and they're not right at each other's throats.
Ooh! Nice callback to the founding fathers. I like it when people pay attention to where we come from, not just where we're gonig.
Of course he's the most dangerous Vice President we've had. He shot someone.
Experience.... discipline.... experience.... discipline. Sorry, but I'm going with the soccer mom! Discipline with no experience can work out just fine. Experience with no discipline? I think I've seen that episode of 24... it doesn't turn out well for the VP.
Was that a callback to Reagan? Oh, the Liberals will like that one...
I like that she keeps up on McCain, too. She's actually standing behind him. Biden is kinda... ME ME ME ME ME! Obama chose ME! 'cause I'M awesome!
Now, how come Biden's sitting here going "McCain's an idiot. He's stupid. He voted for this and against that and blah blah blah..." but Palin is totally... she's not bashing Obama. She's just calling out Biden's bluffs.
Not going to question other people's motives? Stupid move. Sorry, but to quote Karen Traviss quoting EA Games... "Challenge everything." Examine people's motives. Find out why they're doing what they're doing. Healthy caution, padawan... 100 journo points.
Closing statements! Ooh. She rocks a lot. I like average. I'm average :) OH. I like that "we're blessed" and "I'm proud to be American" thing. People don't do that anymore.
And from Biden... top that. It IS the most important election I've ever voted in. I've never voted. I hate CEOs. Ooh. Mentioning the troopers. That's a good shot. He's going after the average American again. Let's see how many times we can say God. That'll earn votes. I do like that bit about God bless the troops as well, but it seemed kinda... slimy. I mean, not like "God bless our troops", more like "Vote for me because I can say 'God' and 'Troops'."
Oh, and by the way. I nearly deleted that WHOLE blog because I got distracted by 24. I went to Fox.com to check out when 24 will be on, but I forgot to publish my blog. Then I closed the tab. Crap. So, I'd like to thank Firefox for the "Recently closed tabs" feature, and Blogger for the "Autosave" feature. You saved my blog. I thank you.
01 October, 2008
Oh, by the way...
This really has nothing to do with my paper, cave painting, or my goofball cat. And I feel like blogging, so I'm going to make a new entry, even though it is so soon after my last one. So nyeah! :P
Random story. I was at work last week, and on Friday this guy came in to pick up his order. He had some trousers that he'd ordered and needed THAT DAY because he was going of to do some National Guard duties. As he was leaving, my boss told him "Have fun! ...or, you know, whatever it is out there." And the guy started talking about how it actually was fun, because he had some fun soldier-like exercises to do. Like, he had to hit a dime at some-large-number meters. Shiny. He gets a sniper rifle to do it, though, so it's not like hitting it with a pistol, but it's still shiny :)
Then he was talking about how he was going to be doing some stuff with the drill team, as well. And there was one move where he's standing in the back, and he tosses his rifle to someone, and the guy in the front tosses his rifle to him... and he's supposed to catch it. Now, apparently there's something sharp on the rifle. I forget what he called it, but let's call it a bayonet for my sake. He says he always manages to catch it on the bayonet. So, underneath his white gloves, he's got some chain maille gloves :)
Rock! I mean, all these years, and chain maille is still useful! That's why I love the stuff :) Protects you from bayonets, shark bites, and kitten claws. It looks freaking sweet, too.
Random story. I was at work last week, and on Friday this guy came in to pick up his order. He had some trousers that he'd ordered and needed THAT DAY because he was going of to do some National Guard duties. As he was leaving, my boss told him "Have fun! ...or, you know, whatever it is out there." And the guy started talking about how it actually was fun, because he had some fun soldier-like exercises to do. Like, he had to hit a dime at some-large-number meters. Shiny. He gets a sniper rifle to do it, though, so it's not like hitting it with a pistol, but it's still shiny :)
Then he was talking about how he was going to be doing some stuff with the drill team, as well. And there was one move where he's standing in the back, and he tosses his rifle to someone, and the guy in the front tosses his rifle to him... and he's supposed to catch it. Now, apparently there's something sharp on the rifle. I forget what he called it, but let's call it a bayonet for my sake. He says he always manages to catch it on the bayonet. So, underneath his white gloves, he's got some chain maille gloves :)
Rock! I mean, all these years, and chain maille is still useful! That's why I love the stuff :) Protects you from bayonets, shark bites, and kitten claws. It looks freaking sweet, too.
Heh...
I don't know whether to laugh or to scream in pain. A little of both, I imagine.
Once again, trying to write my paper. It's not working out so well, as expected (cave paintings!). But my little study buddy, a.k.a. Schrodinger, has come to help me out.
Let me set the scene for you. I'm sitting on my bed (which is queen sized), and I'm on the... uh... starboard... which way is starboard... RIGHT. I'm on the right side. Next to me is my nightstand with all sorts of junk on it... books, nail polish, gum, calculator, comics, pens... that sort of stuff. Well, Schrodinger comes to sit next to me (because I'm paying attention to the computer and not to him), and he walks across my stomach and sits on my right side (which of course is the narrower side). So, he's leaning on my leg, and his feet are hanging off the edge of the bed. My genius cat then decides that this is not comfortable, and he rolls over. He falls off the side of the bed, knocking everything off my nightstand (good thing those nail polish bottles were closed). But of course, with his catlike reflexes, he digs his claws into the nearest anchor and hauls himself back up. Unfortunately, the nearest anchor was my leg.
So, here's me, trying to write a paper about housewives, but I'm laughing at my cat and screaming in pain at the same time, plus I'm trying to read the comics and blog at the same time.
I'm starting to see why I never get anything done...
Once again, trying to write my paper. It's not working out so well, as expected (cave paintings!). But my little study buddy, a.k.a. Schrodinger, has come to help me out.
Let me set the scene for you. I'm sitting on my bed (which is queen sized), and I'm on the... uh... starboard... which way is starboard... RIGHT. I'm on the right side. Next to me is my nightstand with all sorts of junk on it... books, nail polish, gum, calculator, comics, pens... that sort of stuff. Well, Schrodinger comes to sit next to me (because I'm paying attention to the computer and not to him), and he walks across my stomach and sits on my right side (which of course is the narrower side). So, he's leaning on my leg, and his feet are hanging off the edge of the bed. My genius cat then decides that this is not comfortable, and he rolls over. He falls off the side of the bed, knocking everything off my nightstand (good thing those nail polish bottles were closed). But of course, with his catlike reflexes, he digs his claws into the nearest anchor and hauls himself back up. Unfortunately, the nearest anchor was my leg.
So, here's me, trying to write a paper about housewives, but I'm laughing at my cat and screaming in pain at the same time, plus I'm trying to read the comics and blog at the same time.
I'm starting to see why I never get anything done...
30 September, 2008
Who's that?
"One Follower"? I have followers (well, follower...)? I can has loyal subjects, please? *puts on purple robe and a big frenning crown* Bow to me, loyal subjects! I demand horses and fine linens and perfumes and cookies.
Wait... I said frenning again. OH! My loyal subject is Bethy? Bethy? Who is Bethy? .... Ooh, that's probably Bes'la.... My loyal subject is Bes'la? *sigh* Bes'la isn't going to bring me horses and fine linens and perfumes... she might bring me cookies, though.
Hey! That's twice in a row I spelled "cookies" right!
Now, wait... I know there was a reason I started blogging, and loyal subjects wasn't one of them...
OH! English essay. Because blogging helps me write my English papers.
So apparently I have to write a summary of this one essay. Okay, sure, why not.
Dude, I hate English. I totally do. Essays are the work of the devil. Cave paintings, I'm telling you, dude... we need to go back to cave paintings! I would draw a stick figure housewife cleaning up, and I'd be done.
Well. I tell you what, I started this blog at 2:00. It is now 4:45, and I have written two and a half sentences. I'm so gonna flunk...
Wait... I said frenning again. OH! My loyal subject is Bethy? Bethy? Who is Bethy? .... Ooh, that's probably Bes'la.... My loyal subject is Bes'la? *sigh* Bes'la isn't going to bring me horses and fine linens and perfumes... she might bring me cookies, though.
Hey! That's twice in a row I spelled "cookies" right!
Now, wait... I know there was a reason I started blogging, and loyal subjects wasn't one of them...
OH! English essay. Because blogging helps me write my English papers.
So apparently I have to write a summary of this one essay. Okay, sure, why not.
Dude, I hate English. I totally do. Essays are the work of the devil. Cave paintings, I'm telling you, dude... we need to go back to cave paintings! I would draw a stick figure housewife cleaning up, and I'd be done.
Well. I tell you what, I started this blog at 2:00. It is now 4:45, and I have written two and a half sentences. I'm so gonna flunk...
29 September, 2008
Blah, episode two.
Okay, so here's me fighting with my English paper again. I have to write something about Simone de Beauvoir's book, The Second Sex. *shrug* I'm supposed to have an opinion on it, I guess. My opinion is that the small bit I read was funny. I liked the story examples. *shrug* Just... funny.
But anyway. I'm supposed to say whether I agree or disagree, then back up my agreement or disagreement with some examples or something. So, anyway. First thing I'm doing is finding out when she wrote it. 1949. Okay. Now I need to know where she's from. France. Okay, so we're working with a feminist from 1949 France. That's different than if she were in 1999 America. Next step... let's find out what life was like for women in 1949 France.
Hm. There doesn't seem to be one page about women in 1949 France. Okay, well, I can figure out what was going on in France in 1949, at least.
Well. Apparently nothing happened. Okay. We'll back it up a bit and say the general 1940s, then. Uh... World War 2.
Nothing. Well. Okay. I guess France didn't exist in the 1940s. Fine then! I'll just write my paper uninformed.
Of course... there is the college resource thing. It lists tons of articles and stuff. Maybe I can find some different stuff in there...
Hey! An article! That sounds promising. "I'm not just a housewife". Interesting. Let's read that.
.... Hey.... let me read it! *hits computer* I AM a student, you moron! I am logged in! HEY! *shouts* HEY!!
But anyway. I'm supposed to say whether I agree or disagree, then back up my agreement or disagreement with some examples or something. So, anyway. First thing I'm doing is finding out when she wrote it. 1949. Okay. Now I need to know where she's from. France. Okay, so we're working with a feminist from 1949 France. That's different than if she were in 1999 America. Next step... let's find out what life was like for women in 1949 France.
Hm. There doesn't seem to be one page about women in 1949 France. Okay, well, I can figure out what was going on in France in 1949, at least.
Well. Apparently nothing happened. Okay. We'll back it up a bit and say the general 1940s, then. Uh... World War 2.
Nothing. Well. Okay. I guess France didn't exist in the 1940s. Fine then! I'll just write my paper uninformed.
Of course... there is the college resource thing. It lists tons of articles and stuff. Maybe I can find some different stuff in there...
Hey! An article! That sounds promising. "I'm not just a housewife". Interesting. Let's read that.
.... Hey.... let me read it! *hits computer* I AM a student, you moron! I am logged in! HEY! *shouts* HEY!!
07 September, 2008
Runaway Train!
Here's a question. Why is it that when you're near someone you really like (I mean like like), your brain shuts down and your mouth takes over? Why? Every single time! It's ridiculous.
See, I don't flirt. I just don't. I play video games with guys. That's my flirting. For some reason or another, though, someone took over my brain today and decided to make me flirt. It's the drasted gremlins, I tell you! I know it was them! They laid their eggs in my ears, and now they're in my head!
'cause see, there's this guy I like. I mean lots. (I was informed by my friend that I've "got it bad".) And he showed up today after church for the dinner thing we were having, and BLIMEY did he ever look cute in his tie. I mean, normally he's a shorts-and-flip-flops guy, which is hot in itself, but this was a different sort of tidy hot. And the gremlins decided that I wouldn't remain invisible, and that he would totally notice me before I'd leave. Some time after dinner, my friend was bugging me that she was bored and wanted to go, but the gremlins wouldn't let me leave. So I marched over to his table and sat down across from him (so I wasn't being so obvious as sitting next to him, but he could still see me), and I just started cracking jokes. I don't remember specifically what I said, but I mean I sounded.... confident? Don't know where that came from. At one point I had him laughing over something stupid.
The weirdest thing was I said something to someone else that was slightly funny, and he looked over at me and smiled, so I returned the smile in a kind of "Thank you, I'll be here all week" kind of smile, then went back to my business. But he didn't stop looking and smiling! I mean, it wasn't like a stare, but he was totally looking longer than a normal look. I mean, I thought he was looking, but I might be reading too much into it... *shrug*
He was being all goofy playing on the Wii, and I got out my camera and filmed him jumping around trying to figure out how to do a right hook. It was quite entertaining. So when he finally sat down, tired from playing, I got up, leaned over his shoulder, and showed him the video. He thought it was funny. So I kinda walked off, said "This is going on Facebook!" and nudged him on the shoulder. Yeah. I mean, not like a creepy sensual *shoulder touch*, but I definitely touched him. Which is freaky for me, 'cause normally when I like a guy, I can't even look straight at him.
It's the drasted gremlins, they hijacked my brain, I tell you!
(Don't tell him, but I hope the gremlins don't leave...)
See, I don't flirt. I just don't. I play video games with guys. That's my flirting. For some reason or another, though, someone took over my brain today and decided to make me flirt. It's the drasted gremlins, I tell you! I know it was them! They laid their eggs in my ears, and now they're in my head!
'cause see, there's this guy I like. I mean lots. (I was informed by my friend that I've "got it bad".) And he showed up today after church for the dinner thing we were having, and BLIMEY did he ever look cute in his tie. I mean, normally he's a shorts-and-flip-flops guy, which is hot in itself, but this was a different sort of tidy hot. And the gremlins decided that I wouldn't remain invisible, and that he would totally notice me before I'd leave. Some time after dinner, my friend was bugging me that she was bored and wanted to go, but the gremlins wouldn't let me leave. So I marched over to his table and sat down across from him (so I wasn't being so obvious as sitting next to him, but he could still see me), and I just started cracking jokes. I don't remember specifically what I said, but I mean I sounded.... confident? Don't know where that came from. At one point I had him laughing over something stupid.
The weirdest thing was I said something to someone else that was slightly funny, and he looked over at me and smiled, so I returned the smile in a kind of "Thank you, I'll be here all week" kind of smile, then went back to my business. But he didn't stop looking and smiling! I mean, it wasn't like a stare, but he was totally looking longer than a normal look. I mean, I thought he was looking, but I might be reading too much into it... *shrug*
He was being all goofy playing on the Wii, and I got out my camera and filmed him jumping around trying to figure out how to do a right hook. It was quite entertaining. So when he finally sat down, tired from playing, I got up, leaned over his shoulder, and showed him the video. He thought it was funny. So I kinda walked off, said "This is going on Facebook!" and nudged him on the shoulder. Yeah. I mean, not like a creepy sensual *shoulder touch*, but I definitely touched him. Which is freaky for me, 'cause normally when I like a guy, I can't even look straight at him.
It's the drasted gremlins, they hijacked my brain, I tell you!
(Don't tell him, but I hope the gremlins don't leave...)
01 September, 2008
Drast Microsoft Word...
I'm having an argument with Microsoft, and I'm losing. It's correcting my grammar! MINE! Why is it doing that? I mean, there I am, happily hitting my stride in this frenning English paper I have to write, and then this wobbly green line pops up under my sentence and says "This sentence is a fragment. Please consider rewriting it." I'm looking at this sentence upways and downways (and inventing new words while I'm at it), and I don't see how it's a fragment.
Don't tell anyone, but I'm trying to diagram the sentence (aw crap, it DID come in handy...). It's fine! *sigh* Don't get smart with me, Word! I am human, you are machine! Bow to me!
Well, I added a comma to the first part of the sentence, and it seems to have fixed the problem. That was just weird. But... but... but there's too many commas, man! It didn't NEED one!
Aw, crap, that does look better.
Now, come on. Since when did my word programs suddenly get smarter than me? This is stupid. I mean, how does it know the difference between subject and verb, anyway? Seriously, is it diagramming this as I'm typing?
Oh, and just now, I had to use spell check on "diagramming". Who knew there were two M's? Why is it the machines know more about grammar and spelling than humans? It didn't used to be this way. Heck, in the past, you'd take a piece of chalk, draw a buffalo being hunted, and that meant... well... that a buffalo was hunted. Nothing complicated about that. No rules, no spelling... just a picture of a buffalo. Can we go back to those days?
Pardon me. I need to go fix my document. Word is telling me I'm using too many comma splices, stop using so much slang, stand up straight, don't slouch in your seat, don't slurp your soup, and give all your money to Bill Gates. Yessir, Mr Word, sir.
Don't tell anyone, but I'm trying to diagram the sentence (aw crap, it DID come in handy...). It's fine! *sigh* Don't get smart with me, Word! I am human, you are machine! Bow to me!
Well, I added a comma to the first part of the sentence, and it seems to have fixed the problem. That was just weird. But... but... but there's too many commas, man! It didn't NEED one!
Aw, crap, that does look better.
Now, come on. Since when did my word programs suddenly get smarter than me? This is stupid. I mean, how does it know the difference between subject and verb, anyway? Seriously, is it diagramming this as I'm typing?
Oh, and just now, I had to use spell check on "diagramming". Who knew there were two M's? Why is it the machines know more about grammar and spelling than humans? It didn't used to be this way. Heck, in the past, you'd take a piece of chalk, draw a buffalo being hunted, and that meant... well... that a buffalo was hunted. Nothing complicated about that. No rules, no spelling... just a picture of a buffalo. Can we go back to those days?
Pardon me. I need to go fix my document. Word is telling me I'm using too many comma splices, stop using so much slang, stand up straight, don't slouch in your seat, don't slurp your soup, and give all your money to Bill Gates. Yessir, Mr Word, sir.
05 March, 2008
Care packages?
You know, now that I've got a job, I realise I've got extra cash sitting around, and I was thinking that I'd like to put some care packages together for the troops. *shrug* Why not, eh?
What do soldiers want in their care packages?
Snacks, for one thing. You can never have too many snacks. Air freshener like whoa. Batteries. Lots and lots of batteries. Soap, toothpaste, shampoo, hand sanitizer... stuff like that. Entertainment? Karen Traviss books would be an awesome idea. Can't go wrong with Republic Commando. There's gotta be Star Wars fans out there. More air freshener. More snacks. More batteries.
Return address? That might be smart. I've never been in the military, but just from hearing soldier stories, the one thing they want the most is a connection to home. So, a little letter, maybe some stamps and envelopes and such. Do they get provided with envelopes and paper and such? Might be worth checking into.
I think I'm gonna need a bigger box.
What do soldiers want in their care packages?
Snacks, for one thing. You can never have too many snacks. Air freshener like whoa. Batteries. Lots and lots of batteries. Soap, toothpaste, shampoo, hand sanitizer... stuff like that. Entertainment? Karen Traviss books would be an awesome idea. Can't go wrong with Republic Commando. There's gotta be Star Wars fans out there. More air freshener. More snacks. More batteries.
Return address? That might be smart. I've never been in the military, but just from hearing soldier stories, the one thing they want the most is a connection to home. So, a little letter, maybe some stamps and envelopes and such. Do they get provided with envelopes and paper and such? Might be worth checking into.
I think I'm gonna need a bigger box.
21 February, 2008
29 January, 2008
Well I'll be borked.
Seriously, I should get paid for this. OH! By the way, hi, I'm not dead ^_^
So, I'm at the mall, and I randomly decided to check out the shoe store. I've been itching to get another pair of Converses, since I love mine so much.
Hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me take you back to November 13th. Zil asked me to be her sister site, so I got right on making her a "yes" doll. Zil loves Cinderella. So, I made this doll...
Take notice of the shoe. I just totally wanted to doll Cinderella in a glass Converse.
SO! Back to the shoe store. I'm checking out the Converse rack, and lo and behold, what doth I find? These.
Needless to say, I bought them.
So, I'm at the mall, and I randomly decided to check out the shoe store. I've been itching to get another pair of Converses, since I love mine so much.
Hang on, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me take you back to November 13th. Zil asked me to be her sister site, so I got right on making her a "yes" doll. Zil loves Cinderella. So, I made this doll...
Take notice of the shoe. I just totally wanted to doll Cinderella in a glass Converse.
SO! Back to the shoe store. I'm checking out the Converse rack, and lo and behold, what doth I find? These.
Needless to say, I bought them.
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