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Cinnamon Girl
Sunday was a whirl of emotions. We did birthday stuff at Mom's house and watched fireworks, but it wouldn't be my birthday without turmoil. No. I'll put in a list form of short descriptions, by order of event, color coded: good will be green and bad will be red.
--I bought a package of chicken at the grocery store which was stolen by the guy ahead of me in line. It was the only thing I bought so I had to fight with management about it before they conceeded that it was, in fact, stolen off the belt and allowed me to get another package.
--I went upstairs to use the bathroom and the door was shut. I knocked and got no response. I asked if my sister was in and knocked again, still no response. I figured it was empty so I opened the door and my sister starts screaming at me about how she is "IN HERE! OH MY GOD! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE WHEN I'M IN MY BATHROOM! YOU'RE SO DISRESPECTFUL!"
I was feeling wild so I commanded her to silence her wailing, saying, "First of all, it's not your bathroom, it's Mom's, and you are as much a guest in this house as me. Secondly, I knocked twice and asked if you were in here to which I got no response. Now, if you're going to be a minute then fine, finish coming your hair, but if you're going to hog it for another half hour I'm going in and peeing regardless of your circumstance."
She shot back with some nonsense about how I was rude for not letting her use the bathroom and that I should have known she was in there, but I brought up the fact that she didn't respond to me so she pretty much buried herself on that accord. I won that battle, and quite well I think.
--I got to help Mom make dinner while my laundry was in the wash.
--My sister complained about the food we were making for dinner, then shoved her was into the kitchen and took one of my birthday cupcakes, ate half of it and then spit it out, leaving the mess of half eaten cupcake on the platter with all the rest, muttering about how disgusting they were as she sauntered off.
--She came back and got a second one.
--My sister made snarky comments at dinner about the food and then stormed away leaving half eaten meal at the table.
--Dinner was actually really good, even though it wasn't quite what I wanted, Mom did a good job.
--Talked to Phoebe for a little bit about stuff and things.
--Watched one of the best fireworks displays that NP has put on in a long time.
--Went to move my car onto the street, but on the way back in I tripped on stone and gouged open the bottom of my bare foot on a stone, severely injuring myself, after which this bitch and her boyfriend started laughing and I heard her say, "That fat girl just tripped!" I got about half way though the yard and shouted back, "It's really fucking funny, isn't it, you whore!" She didn't respond.
--Nearly got tee-boned by some guy who decided that stop signs are for hosers and that he NEEDED to make that green light. Closest brush with death I've had on the road recently.
--Nearly got side-swiped by some drunk who didn't check his mirrors before trying to merge into traffic.
--Andy told me that his parents spent the money he was going to use to come see me so he isn't coming to the farm this weekend.
All in all, the night was more negative then positive, but I still enjoyed my time with my Mother, and my Dad was tolerable. We even talked a little bit, which is amazing.
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| 2009-07-05 02:01 |
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Blissful, Liberating
Some lovely Twilight-hate fillers because I'm too lazy to update about birthday stuff.
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Howling Fjord
I'm tired of two things: people asking me if I'm okay and people asking my why I'm upset.
I am fine! I am almost always fine!
I flush easily, especially when I'm doing excersizy type things. Thats just how it is. When I play hockey I am always pink. The dermitoligist says that I have mild rosatia but the medication I had been on was very expensive and very itchy, especially when I sweat so I stopped that pretty quick. In an effort to try and save money I stopped seeing my dermitologist becuase it wasn't really nessicary, but I may go back to her one day. She was an alright doctor--though fairly busy, so when I did finally get to talk to her I'd get out half a sentance and she would toss a prescription at me on her way out the door. When I stopped seeing her I was on two pills and three different cremes for a variety of acne and rosatia related "conditions." I miss the acne pills because zits are lame, and there for about a year I didn't have any, but I also had painfully dry skin, so I guess thats the trade off (it also means you get to pay a $40 copay on another creme).
Also, it should be noted that just because I'm not smiling does not mean that I am sad. Strangers always like to shower me with that saying, "it takes more muscles to frown then to smile," which is all well and good, but it takes nothing to relax the muscles of your face. Often times, when listening to someone or thinking, or . . . I don't know reading? Working? In fact--forget all that--I relax the muscles in my face when I'm not happy, or sad, or anything--just exsisting on a plane of reality that does not require a coresponding emotion. In fact, I'm not sure I've ever really consciously frowned but for in stray moments of jest. For real, guys. I just have a pouty face I guess. Leave it alone.
It should be noted that Nimmy has been barfing less since I bought the hairball control food. Who would have thought?
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Fury
The house is coming along, we went through the home inspection last week and it was fairly uneventful. $1200 later I was back at home taking a nap. They suggested little things like another leg on the oil tank and a handrail on the basement stairs. Gutters were suggested as a secondary thing and I think I will need the driveway paved--I couldn't get up it in the Caliber!
What I've learned so far is that houses are really fucking expensive. Like, for real. Think about expensive and then multiply that by infinity, plus one. I've watched my house money drop from 15k down to 11k where it's just sitting now and we're not even close to closing. I still need appliances and paint. I wanted to put in new cabinets and counter tops--which will have to wait, I'm sure of it--I'll need a lawnmower and the driveway! Oy vey!
Aside from house stuff, I've kept up with my writing, but I'm not sure how much of it I can use. I want to tailor it so it advances the plot more, but right now it feels like twenty pages of establishing and dialog. Uhg. I also had a hard drive fail recently--this one at work, so I didn't lose any of my art or writing, but I did lose all the photos of my Explorer progress, all the pictures of my cats (it's not like I really needed those but hey, they were cute) and all the pictures from the wolf preserve, as well as a nice collection of music--all of which I still have at home--but now I have to actually listen to Anthony scream about his penis all day at work.
Speaking of wolves: http://www.ireport.com/docs/DOC-271098
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| 2009-06-08 13:57 |
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Coconut Dick
WWDC (World Wide Developer Conference) is going on right now and Forest and Anthony turned me onto the live feed on Gizmodo. They're currently at the Mac booth reporting on the presentation that Mac is having about their new technologies. The most recent discussion was on laptop prices have recently gone down. I wonder if this is a response to recent advertising from other laptop manufactures?
Anyway, the Apple store on their web page is dead right now, so I can't get the exact model name/number, but lets compare the recent 17" Macbook Pro to a 16" HP HDX16t and a 17" Gateway P-7808u.
Mac 17"
| HP 16" | Gateway 17" | | 2.13 GHz Core 2 Duo | 2.13 GHz Core 2 Duo | 2.00 GHz Quad Core | | 2GB DDR3 | 4GB DDR3 | 4GB DDR3 | | 9400M Graphics | 9600M Graphics | 9800M Graphics | | 128GB HD | 500GB HD | 500GB HD | | $1799 | $1499 | $1799 |
I just don't understand how they can put on such a mark up on their products! The HP comes standard with more ram, a better video card and twice the amount of hard drive space, and still $200 cheaper. The HP comes with an internal DVD drive which the Mac does not. Neither webpage was clear on the additional peripherals but I can only assume they both at least have two USB drives. Dell, surprisingly, is the same price as HP, but Gateway does not make a comparable machine. Their 17" model, with a Quad Core processor, twice the RAM, a considerably better videocard and twice as much memory (as well as a built in DVD player/burner) is the same price. I am really shocked by that. Gateway, which is generally the highest on the PC market, next to Sony and Alienware of course, is at least two times the machine that Mac is selling for the same price. The only argument that is tangible any longer, in my eyes, is that the user prefers the OS--which is fine. That is preference. And luckily for those people, you can buy the Mac OS for $130 and install it on a non-Mac branded machine. Thank you.
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Warhorse Blues
So, I've been lax on posting, for a good many weeks, because I've been really busy. Not like, blanking out and not doing anything but playing videogames and watching TV busy but actual, fullblooded, scary, big-girl-panties busy.
Buying a house, busy.
Yes. I am buying a house. A log cabin to be precise. Below are a few pictures.
So, as you might suspect, I've been sickeningly busy doing all that house stuff.
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Got the Keys?
I guess I have the ability to post from work again. Cool.
I finally finished book two of the Codex Alera series, Academ's Fury over the weekend. I really had a hard time getting into it period. It wasn't till the last hundred or so pages that I was actually eager to continue reading, and there was a good month or so in the middle of the book that I didn't read it at all. That being said though, I feel like the momentum and ending made up for the dialog-ful dull middle part, even though Amara and Bernard's relationship is quickly turning toward the deep end of sap. It's really unfortunate, too, because in Furies of Calderon Amara was one of my favorite characters, and she's quickly turned from bad-ass-special-forces-no-shit-bitch to the (high pitched voice) "I'm in love but I'm conflicted, but I'm in love" paper doll.
This series has some negatives to it, none of which I really want to get into right here, or now, but I will say, the cover art leaves something to be desired. It's not bad but it's not really stand-out-ish either. Very much like the cover art of Lonely Werewolf Girl which, also, isn't very impressive. Of course, we all know the old adage, "you can't judge a book by it's cover," but you can complain about it. A book I just happened to come across while researching goalie masks (I know, right?), called The Innocent Mage, has a pretty cool cover, or at least I think so (they could have come up with something a little better for the sequel). It's simple but eye catching, and doesn't really give away anything about the book or the series, however, from the description, the book promises to be every failed high-fantasy RP in a published format. Things like prophecy and fate are annoying plot devices that I find rarely do anything but annoy the reader and give the author excuses to make up a lot of suck.
I normally embrace spoilers, but for the Codex Alera books I've been very anti-spoiler. I won't look at the wiki unless it's for things I already know and I won't read the synopsises of any of the books I'm not currently reading, and I also haven't done my read-the-last-paragraph-while-I'm-still-half-way-through-the-book thing. So I'm into it.
I'm also into my project. Though last night was a total bust. All I wanted to do was play WoW and I didn't even do that! Phoebe had inquired about my progress earlier in the day and I enthusiastically reported back to her but that, I suppose, sucked away my motivation for the remainder of the night. I ended up watching a marathon of Bridezilla and managed to force out a whopping one-half of a sentence. Today, though, has the promise of getting back to work--after hockey that is!
Speaking of hockey! I was hoping to do some open hockey this weekend. Of course, I did not. I like to have a comfort blanket when doing something new, so when Dave said he didn't want to chance the hour drive if there wasn't enough people to play (minimum of ten) that was pretty much out of the picture. Jeff doesn't do open hockey. Ever. I would normally tease him about how he's too cool for it, but I know it's just a matter of wanting to spend time with his family--or at least that's what he claims. I suppose I can understand that. He played for two teams in the winter and works full time, so he was probably gone about as much as I am with all my events. If I had a family that wasn't comprised of cats I'd probably feel the same way. Juan, my other hockey buddy, has a wife that just had a baby, so I doubt he'll be around ever--or at least not for the next eighteen years.
AND SO, two remained. Dave, I get the feeling, is starting to be wrangled in by his fiancée so we haven't gone and done open hockey recently, and it may get to be less and less as it gets closer to his wedding. I, however, remain mostly unattached to everything and do whatever I want. Life is good. And so are goalie masks! I'm in the market to eventually buy a new mask, maybe one that's a little better fitting, and hasn't had a recall on it (oops). I really like this Hackva mask, but it's also $300 bucks, and since I'm cheap AND a nervous spender, it'll be a miracle if I buy a mask before the cage on my current one gets destroyed by an 80MPH puck to the face breaking my nose and sending metal shards into my eyes. If I do buy a new one though, I've got the perfect idea for a paint job. I want to start learning how to airbrush now so that when the time comes I can bang it out. I did some drawings, which I will never get around to scanning and uploading, of a werewolf theme (::excited squeal::)! Imagine a wolf head on the crown of the mask, with it's ferocious looking maw framing my face, and on either side Type O Negative-esque silhouetted wolf forms all in black and green with hints of blue and red! Yum. I'm undecided on the back plate as of yet, but whatever. I'll think of something.
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Getting Over It
Dear Everyone I Ever Play Hockey With,
Stop screening me when you're on my team, please. It's annoying and your ass in my face doesn't help me stop pucks. Also, air out your fucking gear. It's bad. Seriously.
Your Goalie,
Nicole
NHL Notes: I got over my post-playoff-exit blues today and finally watched some hockey again. Caps at Pens, which was a really exciting game, but I think I'm bad luck, because the Caps lost. Even still, it was pretty good. Varlamov made some really beautiful saves, even if he is one silly looking Russian. Watching that game and the [still playing at the time of this writing] Bruins at Carolina game gives me the itch! I want to play so bad! Hopefully there will be open hockey tomorrow or Saturday. I can just hope that the Bruins pull out this win. Fuck Carolina.
They keep showing the Hurricanes fans showing off their playoff towels which read something like, "Welcome to Cane's Country." Please. Don't. It's such a bad tag line. I can't wait for a Capitals/Canucks Stanley Cup Final.
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Blue Skies From Pain
The weekend was good with the exception of normal con bullshit. A few fat people needed to cover up (*cough*RedSonja*cough*) and I got accosted by a furry, but other then that the con was surprisingly good. I loved checking out the great historical and original design costumes and most of the people there were friendly, though some people were stuck up bitches, and a few were down right rude. Of course, there were socially awkward people and irresponsible parents but overall the crowd was fairly talented and friendly.
The reason for the icon, though, not only has to do with creepy furries, but also, hockey (queue to skip this part). Devils lost their last two games of the series against the Hurricanes. I was so sure that the boys would make it at least to the second round, but again, they've been owned. I feel more comfortable with this loss then last years, and in the end both teams were way evenly matched, but the Devils never dug their heals in for a win (with the exception of game one) and weren't able to hold on long enough in the end. I was sooooo sure they were going to win too, but c'est la vie ne ce pas.
A little pain in a different region: Work. Again, we're reinventing the goddamned wheel here for suits that offhandedly comment, "I wish I had your job! It looks so fun and easy!" Obviously, these people not only think that we can work magic, but that we can do it with ease! Thanks. I wish you all to be dead.
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All the Living and the Dead
Had the opportunity to go to another game today, in the same seats as out last visit: Section 14, Row 2! It was great! I loved every minute of the game, though I didn't hear about the ticket till about 6PM when I got off work and checked my phone! It was a miracle that I still got to go! Marty's kids were awesome, as usual, and I had a short discussion with one about the "ice girls" dancing, as I watched him putting on a preformance behind our seats.
This is a mostly unrelated video of Marty speaking in French about 551 that I just happened across:
And a very unrelated video of Marty owning some noobs back in the 97-98 season:
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Battle of Falkirk
Late night update since I haven't spent the time to post recently.
-Devs lead the series 2-1! Yay! We'll see what happens on Tuesday. I think it's an awesome battle out there, and it's amazing to see how they put it all together, but it's far from over. Simulations predict that we'll have a short playoff run, but I dislike counting my chickens before they score.
-The car is back together! Well, mostly. There are a few broken bolts that still need to be replaced, and I used the wrong ones to fasten the inside of my fender to the snub skirt under the grill so those will have to be removed and replaced with new bolts on Tuesday when I get back to class. I'm also taking her home then! Yay! Get to drive my beast again!
-I've been doing a little more drawing, recently. Not nearly the amount that I need to or want to be doing, but it's still good to be working on stuff, even if it's all on the same theme.
-Also on that theme, but the negative side, I've been slacking on my writing (story of my life, huh?). I need to put more into it on weekends but I've been feeling motivated in other ways (I know, right?) so I've been spending my normal writing-time as proof-reading-time. It's still some productivity, but it doesn't feel as substantial as spending a weekend and blasting out eighteen pages like I did two weeks ago!
-I put a new playing jersey on order from Mister Durnholt Custom Sports. His work is good, albiet a little pricey, but I don't mind spending a hard earned dollar on a fancy new jersey to speckle with rubber. It's a Vancouver Canucks home jersey, to match my pads, but instead of Canucks themed, I am having him do it Devils themed (in the Canucks colors). Sooo, exciting!
-A little negative comment here: I've recently heard a few cases of people neglecting their pets (especially sick ones) to keep up with social obligations. Huge no-no. That is an animal and needs your care and attention. Okay, you want to go somewhere and leave it with some food and water for a day or two or even a long weekend, fine. I'll probably be okay, but seriously, these are animals. They don't live on your time frame and need you to be there, and pay attention when you are. You want a companion that only needs you when you're interested in caring for it? Get a robotic one.
-Speaking of robots: this one is so creepy, and so awesome at the same time.
-Lastly, I set up a new user icon. The Night Elf was getting old so hockey chick it is!
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Ajhorn
It's been a long week--and it's not over yet! Work has been more frustrating then ever the last two weeks with not only feeling totally overwhelmed at work, but also wedged against a wall of difficulty learning the ins-and-outs of this new engine. There are some nice things about it, but also a great deal of painful annoying things too. I wish that I could have all the functionality of a 3D package like Max or Maya with the rendering and runtime perks of a game engine. Why the hell hasn't Autodesk gobbled up Crysis or Unreal yet, damnit! I'll be happy for this week to be over, and hopefully Dave and the other boys will be interested in some open hockey on Friday.
This last Monday I forgot my skates (I know, right?) so I didn't get to play at all, and I was really really excited about it too! Today I was supposed to play with a few girls from the Wings in more of a small private lesson then a scrimage, but thats fine. They need someone to shoot on and I need the practice, though at this point, I think I really need more gameish time. It's just so different. Dave expressed an interest open hockey this weekend, so perhaps we'll do that--though our open hockey track record is not very good.
Also, I stopped this post to do a little bit of yoga from my new DS game and I'm feelin' gooooood. I'm not sure if it's a mental thing--where I expect to feel good and relaxed after doing a little bit of this cheapskate yoga, or if it's actually working, but either way, I'm happy. Hopefully, if I keep it up I'll see an improvement in my focus . . . and stuff.
Thanks, Tim Thomas, for the good idea.
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The Slip
Posts have been down because LJ posting is practically blocked at work now. It's strange, I can look at some LJ pages but others are blocked and I can't look at anyone's userinfo or pictures. Things have been good. Last weekend Kelly got a hold of awesome tickets and invited me to go with her and two of her friends. The game was still fun, even though the boys lost, which sucked, but these things happen. Since Marty hit 553 the O and D have both given up, leaving us on a five game loosing streak. Jerks.
Good thing about the game is that the seats were in section 14, row 2. No joke. One row behind Marty's net and one row in front of Marty's kids, who seemed mostly like sweet kids, except for the straighthaired one that kept kickin my damned seat! At the start of the third period I saw him looking around for his creatures, who hadn't returned yet, so I snuck him a little wave. He shot me back a wink! Ahh!
I know. It's so high-school-crush but it's nice. Besides, Marty is a nice looking guy, even if he's, like, twelve years older then me, and winks always send me aflutter. Jeff gave me a similar wink in the locker room today when we were mutually teasing each other after hockey and I felt the same way.
Other then hockey stuff, I bought a little HP netbook that I'm currently using to post this message. It came with Windows, but I felt it was really overpowered for the machine so I (after much to do about nothing) got Ubuntu Remix installed on this creature. It's pretty cool, and just what I need for this little machine. If I get bored of it, or whatever, I can reinstall XP, or even try the Windows 7 netbook version whenever that is released. I do like the layout of this UI though, it's really great for the screen size (10.5) and it runs pretty fast.
Also, David Clarkson is awesome. I don't care what anyone says. Avery is a dirty hooker and I'd beat him down like ShamWOW-Vince did to that other hooker.
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Le Mystère des Voix Bulgares
 So, tattoo stuff didn't happen. The guy just didn't show! Lame. But maybe it's for the better. His portfolio at the Philly Tattoo Convention was really impressive, but when I looked at his MySpace account, there were some photos on there that were really bad. I'm going to try to call Paula again soon and try to set up an appointment with her for at least a consultation and see what her schedule is looking like. I have an idea of what I want, and even where it should be, but I want my artist (Paula or otherwise) to put an expert spin on it.
I was thinking of two things. First, something to represent my hockey-love (as seen on the left). I put together the design pretty quickly in Photoshop about two weeks ago, as just a basis. I want something like that, but maybe not exactly. I definately want the mask to look like steel, as if it were an actual helm, and the sticks should probably match in design as well. I was thinking that it needed some supports too--maybe a wolf and a stag. The other idea was a Jayhawk to represent my Kansas. Not like this Jayhawk, because thats silly, but more along the lines of its namesake, and even closer to the mythological Jayhawk: a combination of a blue jay and a sparrow hawk. Ironicly enough, most of my fathers side of the family were actually Bushwackers, most notably Blood Bill Anderson. That one will take a little more consideration.
While at the PTC I found the business card of a man woman who is probably the best artist I've seen in a long time. Her name is Angel Sanders and her art is fucking awesome. Unfortunately, like most artists, she's also perminantly MIA, so I'm thinking that scheduling a session will be a long shot unless he suddenly decides to start responding to e-mail sometime soon the internet sucks from work and I need to remember what my original email said. Still, though, really beautiful art.
On the topic of art, we went to the Lakota Wolf Preserve over the weekend, and it was really awesome! I've never seen a wolf in the wild before, and while that is a most impossible feat--unless you are my extended family and are traveling up through the empty wilderness of British Columbia--the Wolf Preserve is the next best thing. It was really really impressive and I hope to get some pictures up before too long.
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Six Weeks
I have learned something great today. Something that will rock the world of uninformed and the hipster scum. Are you ready for this shit? I hope you're sitting.
You can buy a PC and install a Mac OS on it. It's that simple--you can even dual boot! It's been a while since Mac's adopted the hardware platforms that PCs use, and it has also been a while since hackers started seriously developing for Macs, but I just now made the association that the REAL difference between a Mac and a PC is the orientation of buttons and colors. So for $120 you can buy a copy of OS X and install that on any machine. Why, you may be asking, does a pre-assembled Mac machine cost so much more then a PC configured exactly the same?
I don't know either!
I think it starts here. Then moves on to a little bit of these, but finally just comes down to this.
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Once I Start I Can Not Help Myself
Yesterday was a hard day. Just one of those difficult days to stay on top of, and it didn't turn around till late. I had woken up (due to cat-related events) around 1040, and went to go take a shower. My spider-senses tingled and I heard the faint sound of my phone ringing in the other room. I ran to get it which was stupid because I had plenty of time to answer, but nevertheless, I was bounding through the livingroom, top speed, for the tiny red shiny phone and I kicked over a glass that I had left on the floor next to the couch the night before. I shouldn't have had a glass on the floor. It was stupid, but It was there, and I hit it with so much force that it shattered all over my foot.
That was a lot of blood, though it was all superficial wounds, so I didn't have even any lingering pain. Maybe I just have a lot of vessels in my feet, I'm not sure. Unfortunately, the glass that was destroyed was one of my two Guinness pints that I bought in Philly in 2002. I'm sure I can get another one if I go back--or hell, even on the internet--but I'm still disappointed that it broke.
After I got out of the show and fed the beasties I went to work on Maria. I had half-assed a collar many months ago and didn't like it, but used a decorative stitch to attach it (bad idea) so I had to cut it apart around the stitching and recreate a new collar. That in itself wasn't so hard, but I wasn't very tight on my first stitching, so the trim sewn between the outter collar and the lining came loose in an area and I wanted to redo it better. Then I thought I should do the decorative stitch on the lining before sewing the collar together. This shouldn't have been difficult, but my bobbin became unwound, or something, in the process. It was jammed up into the machine, which is not uncommon, and I cleaned it out and tried to rethread it in the normal way for this machine. Yeah . . . that sucked.
Something came loose. The way this machine is built, there is a plastic cover that protects in inner workings of the bobbin with a small window in the middle to insernt and remove said bobbin. It's a "self-threading" bobbin so you load it, pull the thread over a little hook and then start sewing onto a piece of heavy-duty scrap you've been stitching on for months so it's all colorful and beatiful. Not two stitches into the bobbin threading process I hear a loud clunking sound, followed by the choked slamming sound of the needle jammed on . . . something. Before I can get my hand to the power switch the needle shatters (a brand new needle, by the way) and it lodged into my wall, and the bobbin cover (the whole thing, not just the little window) flies off, with the bobbin cradle.
Now, here I am with two severed pieces of plastic, a broken needle, a loose bobbin and a free-floating bobbin cradle and I don't know what the next step is. Three hours of fighting pass and I finally, finally, get it all put back together, but not without incident. I'm not sure why it ended up working in the end, because I went through the same steps multiple times with no success, but I suppose I won't question the will of the gods. At least not untill it explodes again.
The rest of the nights troubles were so much less important, but they just added to the chaos of the day. Mostly, they involved cats and hotfix rhinestones, and then later on it was stupid PUGs in WoW and loss of achievements. I was glad to sit down on the couch at ten and conjugate some French verbs.
Or nouns.
Or whatever they were.
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Uh Oh
I was craving Taco Bell today. I, for whatever reason, needed Taco Bell today for lunch. Maybe because I wanted Qdoba but didn't want to pay ten dollars to vomit, or because I see Taco Bell commercials on TV all day that give me weird taco-related-dreams, I'm not sure; however, today I needed to indulge the taco in me.
Yeah. No.
Never again.
First off: Eyes? Bigger then stomach. I got two tacos and one of those 89¢ burritos. I just don't have the room for all that. It's a wonder to me that Andy can consume their Crunchy Snacky Biggie Death Pack or whatever it's called.
Second [off]: Intestines are not made of steel. Hopefully I'll be cleared out by this evening, and can burn away the calories at hockey.
Third [off?]: Iced coffee is amazing. I know what I'm going to do to replace the burned calories from hockey. The hazelnut flavoring is great, the raspberry is good, pumpkin is terrible when you first sip it, but then is really awesome. All they need to do is bring back the Milkyway hot chocolate and my life will be complete.
Writing is going well enough. I think I'm just sorta stuck on this one area, which I only intended to be a few pages long but I'm up to ten now (in normal formatting, so I'm not really sure how long it would be if in the publishers formatting). Over all, I've got a ton of stuff done from various areas of the story, and I need to start putting it together in a more concise order. Did you know that I started working on this 2006? Yeah. Me neither. I just realized when I went back and was rereading some old parts. A lot has changed since then, but I'm a slow worker. So maybe one day I'll get it finished.
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Fated Fantasies
About two weeks ago I bought a DSlite. It's something that I've been threatening to do for a long time, but never actually set the money aside for. I was sort of hoping for the price to drop a little, now that the DSi has been released, but that has not been the case. With the system I bought a Dynasty Warriors game (fuck yeah) and Final Fantasy III. I was under the impression that it was a remake of Final Fantasy VI, which was three in the US release, I think, but it was a remake of the actual third Japanese Final Fantasy title--which is fine. The game is . . . cutesy . . . so far, but not bad. The characters utilize the job system that was in four or five (it's getting hard to keep track!) and the designs are pretty cool! There are some instructional games I want to buy, like one that is an electronic cook book, a tool for learning French and a Yoga instructor game, but it's hard to find them used, and new is a little expensive per title. Also, I only get on the system for an hour or two (or three) a day which can seem like a lot, but if it's one of those hockey nights, or hang out with Kate nights, I might not touch it at all, so I'll wait to buy the games till I really have a good reason(I.E.: bored).
Hockey has been fun! Monday, Mom and I got some Portuguese BBQ from a place by the old high school and had that for dinner and then I went off to skate with the boys. The clinic was fun, as usual, but I saw a lot more shots then normal. Ted was sick or something so another dude was leading it this week who looked suspiciously similar to Joe Thornton--and had a shot about as hard as I can imagine his would be! He wanted to aid the boys in working on their shots so they did the stupid "semi-circle around the net" thing and I went down the line getting tired on shot and shot after shot. At the end of the night we scrimaged for about thirty minutes, maybe even more, but I had virtually no defense and was getting pretty well owned by Speedy (kid moves like lightning, I tell you, and he is the love child of Zach Parise and Alex Ovechkin and beats me everytime) so when Juan sent a fireball careening at me a million miles and hour and I made a clumsey arm-save I was done. Not only is my right bicep totally greenish-purple, but I had also made two fierce boob-saves earlier that night and one inner-thiegh-right-under-the-armor-save so I have the bruises there as well. I swear, one day my boss is going to ask me if my boyfriend is beating me and I'll have to explain to the cops it's just hockey thats kicking my ass but only does it because he loves me.
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Iggles
When I'm unmotivated and not particularly busy at work I look to piss myself off with the internet. Today's enjoyment came from Twilightsucks.com where I spent some time reading why people hate the books. Same things I've read over and over again, mostly, however, the forum has a list of attacks on "antis" (people who dislike the books) by "twilitards" (psycho fan girls). One such thread states that a girl who liked the series poured acid onto and stabbed a boy that told her he "didn't care about the books." Go on, read it for yourself. The story that the poster makes is just crazy. Granted, I don't know anything about acid, but it just doesn't seem believable. The dialog, even if true, is so embelished I can't believe it was even grounded in reality, and the fact that nothing exsists on the internet to confirm this story only furthers my disbelief.
Of course, everyone is screaming "sue her till she's dead from it!" and the forum is on fire with angry people feeling justified in their anger. It goes on for about twenty pages, and somewhere in the middle "Nocturn Noir" calls bullshit and everyone starts flaming him! It was strange how they became what they hated most. I've gathered though, that the forum is mostly high school girls that are tired of hearing about it from their friends. However, it did offer me a chance to find the LJ of a crazy lady who seems so very familiar to this other crazy lady.
Also, I found this ironic and little funny: Robert Pattinson, the actor that played "Edward" in the Twilight movie, diliked the first book and called the author crazy. In the interview he calls the book a "sick pleasure."
Also: How cool is this!
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Will You Fight?
I was thinking, after getting home this evening, how much I wanted to watch Braveheart to get a Medieval England fix, because season three of Robin Hood still isn't out. I turned on the TV just in time to BAM see the Braveheart was on TNT. So, cool, watching the movie I wanted to see, but as I was watching it, I started to remember that I had heard the movie was riddled with historical innaccuracies, so of course I used my fancy new wireless internet, and my lovely old laptop, to discover the truth!
There are a ton of problems in the movie, as listed in the artilce that I read which is unfortunate, but I still really enjoy the movie, for at least, it's deep fictional entertainment. The costumes are even railed as totally innacutare too, but I think that may be my favorite part. That, and the sets. The castles and little huts are soo cool.
In this search though, I found www.allempires.com which is awesome. I've always loved history, and the older I get the easier it has become for me to follow the family ties and battle names and geography!
Aren't my Friday nights exciting?
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