Quest for the Apple
My fettish for Macs finally got the best of me when I requested Eric if he would be so kind as to buy one for me last night. After a fit of laughter, then the realisation that I was deadly serious, he said that an Apple would be considered if an extremely strong case for it's purpose and potential in my life. Somehow I doubt that decoration will work for it's purpose, and giving me a cute toy will suffice for "potential in my life."
Onward to discover the qualities of an Apple...besides looking cute.
25 August 2004
Computer Game Priorities
Sometimes the urge to game is irristable. Unfortunately, the urge always kicks in when I should focus on something else. Hmmmm. Such a common coincidence. Like tonight, I'm supposed to be focused on editing a project paper for school due tonight. As my teammate and I are IMing the details of the final edit, I just wanted to scream, "who cares whether web authoring tool needs hyphenated! I just want to play Sacred!" I dare not tell her to hurry it up because I need to play since she's been the predominant slave on this project, and I think it would shove her over the edge. So I sit here and wait for hyphenation and citation panics.
*tuttles off to make another Sidecar*
Sometimes the urge to game is irristable. Unfortunately, the urge always kicks in when I should focus on something else. Hmmmm. Such a common coincidence. Like tonight, I'm supposed to be focused on editing a project paper for school due tonight. As my teammate and I are IMing the details of the final edit, I just wanted to scream, "who cares whether web authoring tool needs hyphenated! I just want to play Sacred!" I dare not tell her to hurry it up because I need to play since she's been the predominant slave on this project, and I think it would shove her over the edge. So I sit here and wait for hyphenation and citation panics.
*tuttles off to make another Sidecar*
24 August 2004
*smacks head*
While sometimes I try to not publish my stupidity, this stupidity is kind of funny. I signed up for a hidden counter from zcounter.com for Min's Journal. I check zcounter.com almost daily for hits, so I was really confused when Min's Journal wasn't getting read, but people had commented to me personally about it. While I was going through the pyschological implications of people possibly just being nice to me but not even reading it, I realised that I didn't put the code that zcounter.com provided in the journal. Clue: I guess you do have to have before hits can be counted. *smacks head*
While sometimes I try to not publish my stupidity, this stupidity is kind of funny. I signed up for a hidden counter from zcounter.com for Min's Journal. I check zcounter.com almost daily for hits, so I was really confused when Min's Journal wasn't getting read, but people had commented to me personally about it. While I was going through the pyschological implications of people possibly just being nice to me but not even reading it, I realised that I didn't put the code that zcounter.com provided in the journal. Clue: I guess you do have to have before hits can be counted. *smacks head*
22 August 2004
*delete Saturday*
Some days are simply not worth existing, thus I believe we should have the ability to delete a day once it's painfully obvious that the continuation of such a day is only going to worsen.
Let's review the first 4 hours, and we'll see if you can agree with me. I woke up in a panic because I needed to post several important letters before Tae Kwon Do because I thought the the Post Office closed at noon. Since we could never get ready and post the letters in time together, I sent Eric to the PO and planned to meet him at Jireh. I was determined not to be late to class for the 4th Saturday in a row, especially since I was the instructor.
Eric's gone, uniforms are in hand, I have the Jireh keys. What could possibly go wrong? You can shut the door, lock it, and then realise that your house and car keys are on the other side of the door. Swearing doesn't unlock doors either, in case you ever experiment with that method. A panicked phone call (thank God I had the cell) to Eric quickly brings him back to the house without getting time to post the letters.
We rush down to Jireh, and on the way, I realise that class doesn't start at 1030, but 1100. We were not 3 minutes late at 1033, but were actually 27 minutes early. This realisation nearly broke my sense of existence, as I was instantly newsflashed that I got up too early and was at class way to early.
Does it get worse? Oh yes, much worse.
We get down to Jireh, only to realise that there are only some 500-600 people milling around the facility as it was a giveaway day for backpacks. How our training area was untouched is beyond me, but the challenge of getting students through that crowd was more than frustrating. Since I had no warning, it's tough to post a warning to the students.
I decide to try and start this miserable day over through disc golf. Warning: never try and improve a day with a sport of which you're not especially proficient. It just causes anger. I managed to dump 4 discs in the creek and lose 1. Feeling guilty over Eric's complete kindness to me throughout the loss of his discs and my random mistreatment of him during the morning, I decide to go into the woods to help retrieve the discs. Please note that I was wearing a brand new exercise top. My fear of poison ivy is beyond proportion, so I was carefully tiptoing through the forest (well, it seemed like a forest) as much as I could with sandels. I successfully got down a muddy hill without a smudge on my shirt. The only misconception that I had was that I could get back up, and since I was trapped between this mud hill and a fast flowing 3ft deep creek (it seemed that way at least), tears began to appear since there was a distinct possibility of cool new shirt getting dirty, or worse, ruined.
Eric wisely assumed that post-mud/creek trauma, Broadripple shopping would be a good choice, therefore some of the day was saved.
Oh, did I mention that distinct symptoms of a cold started that day too?
Some days are simply not worth existing, thus I believe we should have the ability to delete a day once it's painfully obvious that the continuation of such a day is only going to worsen.
Let's review the first 4 hours, and we'll see if you can agree with me. I woke up in a panic because I needed to post several important letters before Tae Kwon Do because I thought the the Post Office closed at noon. Since we could never get ready and post the letters in time together, I sent Eric to the PO and planned to meet him at Jireh. I was determined not to be late to class for the 4th Saturday in a row, especially since I was the instructor.
Eric's gone, uniforms are in hand, I have the Jireh keys. What could possibly go wrong? You can shut the door, lock it, and then realise that your house and car keys are on the other side of the door. Swearing doesn't unlock doors either, in case you ever experiment with that method. A panicked phone call (thank God I had the cell) to Eric quickly brings him back to the house without getting time to post the letters.
We rush down to Jireh, and on the way, I realise that class doesn't start at 1030, but 1100. We were not 3 minutes late at 1033, but were actually 27 minutes early. This realisation nearly broke my sense of existence, as I was instantly newsflashed that I got up too early and was at class way to early.
Does it get worse? Oh yes, much worse.
We get down to Jireh, only to realise that there are only some 500-600 people milling around the facility as it was a giveaway day for backpacks. How our training area was untouched is beyond me, but the challenge of getting students through that crowd was more than frustrating. Since I had no warning, it's tough to post a warning to the students.
I decide to try and start this miserable day over through disc golf. Warning: never try and improve a day with a sport of which you're not especially proficient. It just causes anger. I managed to dump 4 discs in the creek and lose 1. Feeling guilty over Eric's complete kindness to me throughout the loss of his discs and my random mistreatment of him during the morning, I decide to go into the woods to help retrieve the discs. Please note that I was wearing a brand new exercise top. My fear of poison ivy is beyond proportion, so I was carefully tiptoing through the forest (well, it seemed like a forest) as much as I could with sandels. I successfully got down a muddy hill without a smudge on my shirt. The only misconception that I had was that I could get back up, and since I was trapped between this mud hill and a fast flowing 3ft deep creek (it seemed that way at least), tears began to appear since there was a distinct possibility of cool new shirt getting dirty, or worse, ruined.
Eric wisely assumed that post-mud/creek trauma, Broadripple shopping would be a good choice, therefore some of the day was saved.
Oh, did I mention that distinct symptoms of a cold started that day too?
20 August 2004
Marian's TV Reviews
Sometimes I wonder why I have a TV (w/o cable), then I realise that it's necessary for the millions of DVDs that I go through. Since I was too sleepy/lazy/tired to get up and walk across the room to put in a DVD, I decided to flip through TV channels. What a waste of valueless time.
The View - Some stupid talk show with a bunch of ladies all talking at once around a table. I understand very few words b/c, well, they were all talking at once.
The Wayne Brady Show - Actually had some promise with Fergy as a guest. Fergy's my least favourite Royal, but it's always fun to watch them...for a few minutes at least. I'm usually more concerned with what they're wearing. She had a gorgeous pinstripe suit.
The Berstein Bears - Brought back memories of my extreme younger days, but it seems that I've grown up some because I got bored quickly.
Scariest Talk Show Yet - Some people on couches that couldn't decide if they wanted to talk about scripture or the stock market.
Bible Thumpin' Moron - Such a waste of airspace
Springer - Was refreshed from the horrible Bible Thumper that actually managed to capture me for 2+ minutes b/c I was in numbed shock, by two gigantic black women body slamming this skinny guy into a sandwich. The body slam/sandwich took the breath out of him as he crawled to safety. I think those women were slighly irritated. I really wouldn't know what was being said because the entire snippet of time was bleeped out. I had to assume there was a lot of anger on that stage.
In retrospect of about 10 complete wasted minutes, I shall be sticking to DVDs.
Sometimes I wonder why I have a TV (w/o cable), then I realise that it's necessary for the millions of DVDs that I go through. Since I was too sleepy/lazy/tired to get up and walk across the room to put in a DVD, I decided to flip through TV channels. What a waste of valueless time.
The View - Some stupid talk show with a bunch of ladies all talking at once around a table. I understand very few words b/c, well, they were all talking at once.
The Wayne Brady Show - Actually had some promise with Fergy as a guest. Fergy's my least favourite Royal, but it's always fun to watch them...for a few minutes at least. I'm usually more concerned with what they're wearing. She had a gorgeous pinstripe suit.
The Berstein Bears - Brought back memories of my extreme younger days, but it seems that I've grown up some because I got bored quickly.
Scariest Talk Show Yet - Some people on couches that couldn't decide if they wanted to talk about scripture or the stock market.
Bible Thumpin' Moron - Such a waste of airspace
Springer - Was refreshed from the horrible Bible Thumper that actually managed to capture me for 2+ minutes b/c I was in numbed shock, by two gigantic black women body slamming this skinny guy into a sandwich. The body slam/sandwich took the breath out of him as he crawled to safety. I think those women were slighly irritated. I really wouldn't know what was being said because the entire snippet of time was bleeped out. I had to assume there was a lot of anger on that stage.
In retrospect of about 10 complete wasted minutes, I shall be sticking to DVDs.
13 August 2004
Poaching
I never realised how fun poaching was until I got experience it on a massive level last night. Super big mean nasty Chorrim...last Big Boss of AU...big warrior Tal (eric) disabled on the ground...slithery quick Cathar (John) disabled on the ground...fluttering 1'3" mindwitch spyte completely out of spells with only a final stab left in her, and he falls. Rock on. That will be a night to remember for a few days at least.
I never realised how fun poaching was until I got experience it on a massive level last night. Super big mean nasty Chorrim...last Big Boss of AU...big warrior Tal (eric) disabled on the ground...slithery quick Cathar (John) disabled on the ground...fluttering 1'3" mindwitch spyte completely out of spells with only a final stab left in her, and he falls. Rock on. That will be a night to remember for a few days at least.
10 August 2004
Studying...for pleasure?
Sometimes I step back to look at my life in a nutshell, only to discover activities that don't seem normal. For example, as I stew over hand combat rules for my Eberron Monk, I find myself surrounded by books, online resources, and personal tutoring so I can play a hand combat game correctly. Hmmmm. That sounds familiar, but only for required research papers. I realised that I have recently spent more time making sure I understand rules of combat than on my current masters class. Isn't there something a little off balance there? It's not that I'm adverse to study for pleasure, but everybody has 10-15+ years on me with D&D games. I suppose I should focus on my research (real research) paper sometime today...
Sometimes I step back to look at my life in a nutshell, only to discover activities that don't seem normal. For example, as I stew over hand combat rules for my Eberron Monk, I find myself surrounded by books, online resources, and personal tutoring so I can play a hand combat game correctly. Hmmmm. That sounds familiar, but only for required research papers. I realised that I have recently spent more time making sure I understand rules of combat than on my current masters class. Isn't there something a little off balance there? It's not that I'm adverse to study for pleasure, but everybody has 10-15+ years on me with D&D games. I suppose I should focus on my research (real research) paper sometime today...
08 August 2004
Normal Life Again?
Kick to the Stars so rocked last night. I couldn't believe how fast the time flew, how many people showed, how totally awesome the Silent Auction was, how cool the band was...oh, and all the money we made! $2,000 was pure profit. Actually, it's not completely counted yet, so that's on the low side. We're so excited about planning next year's and improving the event. It's going to be so much easier now that we're clued in a little bit about planning events.
In-laws have had breakfast and are on their way home. I'm going back to bed now. Let's see if I can tone down my life and stress a little this Fall...
Kick to the Stars so rocked last night. I couldn't believe how fast the time flew, how many people showed, how totally awesome the Silent Auction was, how cool the band was...oh, and all the money we made! $2,000 was pure profit. Actually, it's not completely counted yet, so that's on the low side. We're so excited about planning next year's and improving the event. It's going to be so much easier now that we're clued in a little bit about planning events.
In-laws have had breakfast and are on their way home. I'm going back to bed now. Let's see if I can tone down my life and stress a little this Fall...
04 August 2004
Bah
It's rainy and grumpy this morning. Normally I love the rain, but I'm just overall grumpy, so the rain made it worse. Although rumours of my sleeping in to 11 are greatly exaggerated, they are well founded today. Perhaps an hour of rest and Highlander will improve my mood before I throw myself into cleaning for in-laws...
It's rainy and grumpy this morning. Normally I love the rain, but I'm just overall grumpy, so the rain made it worse. Although rumours of my sleeping in to 11 are greatly exaggerated, they are well founded today. Perhaps an hour of rest and Highlander will improve my mood before I throw myself into cleaning for in-laws...
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