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Wednesday, January 30, 2002
Hey...have y'ever noticed, in The Wish, when Vamp Xander and Vamp Willow go the Bronze, the unconscious girl being fed on outside is Faith?
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Tuesday, January 29, 2002
Picked up a game for $8 at the Nazi Warehouse (read: Sam's Club). Its, um. Kind of bizarre. Think Digimon meets Lunar, only puppets, and there are no cool cinemas. I keep staring at the Playstation and going, "Did they even know what platform they were making this for?" And the 'Station just whimpers and begs me to stop playing.
I think its just that its a total culture shock from FF9, where its all fluid movements and eight cinemas in a row, where-as Eternal Eyes plays like a Genesis game that got bumped up to Playstation for no apparent reason. In fact, it kind of reminds me of Shining Force, only the characters aren't as cool, and it make less sense. And yet, I play on....
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Saturday, January 26, 2002
I wanna make u2 skins. O.O;
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DES! Des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des....
*six hours later*
....des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des des....
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Friday, January 25, 2002
Just when you thought it was safe to channel surf....
Anybody else seen the new Chilis commercial? I caught it earlier, completely by accident, and didn't really know what the hell it was at first. I was just kind of hopping channels, hoping to find something to distract me for five minutes, and I pause at this dimly lit scene of four guys gathered together, talking to the camera about what would appear at first glance to be a friend's drug use. And already I'd moved on to the next channel when this little voice in my head -- the same one that can recognize "The Music of My Heart" over the sound system at a crowded department store despite only having heard it once before...evil, evil voice -- whispers, "Wait...wasn't that JC?"
So, flipping back, it turns out, that yes, it is. And there's Joey, Chris, and La-chan, as well. And they still appear to be involved in a Behind the Music-esque discussion of the availability and temptation of something or other, and for a moment I'm actually thinking its a serious, if deeply surreal, ad...I mean, there was something strange and unreal about their anti-drinking spot, too, so I think I can be forgiven for falling for it momentarily.
Until they close in on La, saying, "I can still remember when Justin hit rock bottom...." and then pow, cut to a scene of them in a studio, half-heartedly harmonizing, until Justin breaks into, "I want my baby-back, baby-back, baby-back...ribs!" I liked to have died. It was the funniest thing I've seen all week.
I really want them to play it again. I kind of need that shit on tape.
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Tuesday, January 22, 2002
So, um. I'm on disc 3 of Final Fantasy 9, which the uber-shib, and I'm moseying along, pretty happy, cause I finally got the giant -- and yes I did name him Fatone, because what else do you call a bearded eight-foot tall man with screaming red hair who apparently thinks he's Superman? -- and Freya returned *cheers* and I think I finally maybe got the hang of the card game, and everyone has slick gear, and we're on our way to go save Jaycee (not. one. word) and I think Alexander actually is Alexandria Castle (?!?!!!) and wheeeeee, lots of cool cinemas, and then....freeze frame. And I'm not talking the cool Willow-kissage kind of freeze frame, oh, no. KitCatt's disc is fucked up.
Behold my unamusement. Behold its vastness. Behold the monkey-shit-covered-ness of it all. Now lick it.
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Friday, January 18, 2002
So, apparently I'm the James Bond Villian Personality Test. I'm not sure what's more disturbing. The fact that there is such a thing as the James Bond Villian Personality Test....or that fact that there's a Which Online Personality Test Are You? one.
Altho, the fact that I actually took it is fairly disturbing in its own right....
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Gah. I want to redesign something! Unfortunately, everything either has a design I'm happy with, or hasn't been touched in soooooo long, that just looking at it makes my brain whimper and hide.
Also, I'm a bit short on the ideaness, anyways. Its always fun when you want to be creative, and yourself just won't work with you. ¬_¬
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Thursday, January 17, 2002
Mel kidnapped me for a couple days. It was nice, cause I missed her, and we hadn't gotten to hang out or even really talk for a while. So of course she gets a bad cold and my allergies decide to get wonky, leaving up both feeling oh-so well.
Still. Catt and Amel Time is always good. And we watched queer shite, and I played massive amounts of FF9 while she rested, and it was nice to be able to really let out how I was feeling about my mom and how she handled getting rid of Nikita, and know that I was understood.
I just feel worn out right now, and sad, and my eyes are kind of hot and itchy.
Itchy. Tasty. Heh.
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Saturday, January 12, 2002
I want a hug. My furball is living somewhere else now, and I don't know where, and I feel bad and bought and uncaring, and then I feel worse because I don't feel like it bothers me enough that she's gone.
And you know what I have to show for it? A Queen concert video and a three-pack of Buffy figures. And if anyone wants them, they can fucking have them, because there's just no pleasure to be found in treats given to soften a blow.
I want my goddamn cat, you bitch. I want to have at least gotten to hug her goodbye, and fuck you for taking that from me.
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Friday, January 11, 2002
From Luke to Megs to me...the madness that is Maket-O-Matic. Ah, the smell of randomly generated bullshit in the morning. Gotta love it.
http://www.belovedaoi.com
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Work of Anti-Art in the Age of Generative Reproduction
The matrix creates, the chaos permeates. In the material artifice, art objects are deprecations of the imaginations of the matrix -- a matrix that uses the chaos as a parallax to enmesh ideas, patterns, and emotions. With the synergy of the electronic environment, the matrix is reaching a point where it will be free from the chaos to transcend immersions into the parameters of the delphic artifice. Work of Anti-Art in the Age of Generative Reproduction contains 10 minimal shockwave engines (also refered to as "soundtoys") that enable the user to make tingly audio/visual compositions.
measuring chains, constructing realities
putting into place forms
a matrix of illusion and disillusion
a strange attracting force
so that a seduced reality will be able to spontaneously feed on it
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Catt Walsh's work investigates the nuances of modulations through the use of stopframe motion and close-ups which emphasize the Generative nature of digital media. Walsh explores abstract and artificial scenery as motifs to describe the idea of cyber-intuitive artifice. Using expansive loops, non-linear narratives, and allegorical images as patterns, Walsh creates meditative environments which suggest the expansion of space...
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Thursday, January 10, 2002
Mel and me? We are Tabitha and Allen.
Y'know. If Tabs and Allen were the same gender and not going out. *grins* Details. Its amazing what they'll do, isn't it?
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Wednesday, January 09, 2002
Dude, you wanna check out some seriously asstacular fans? Go here.
I find this really disturbing. I mean, personally, I never liked Jessica Simpson. It was nothing against her as a person, really, she was just one more perfect blonde pop princess at a time when there was an endless wave of them, and none of them were really different enough or talented enough to justify the whole thing. Add to it the fact that she was classified as "Christian pop" -- an evil evil wrong bad E-V-I-L category if ever there was one -- and that rather bizarre post-sex change feel she had to her, and I just really wanted nothing to do with her.
But if you're a fan, fucking be a fan. Does this mean you have to like everything they do? Hell, no. I adore u2. Edge is my fucking god and something about Bono's voice can actually ease physical pain for me, but when POP came out, I wanted to cry and hide and set them on fire. Its a miserable album. Gloria fucking Estefan would be ashamed of that piece of cowflop, but I still loved them. Because I knew what they were capable of, what they had been and could be again, and so I shoved POP into my CD rack, never to be listened to again, and simply waited it out. But not once did I stop being a fan. Never did I think, "wow, Discotheque is a really balls song, so I'm going to just get rid of my u2 jacket." And when the posters finally came down, it was only because I had others I wanted on the walls more. Am I their greatest fan? I sincerely doubt it. But I am a goddamn F-A-N and one artistic hiccup is not going to send me packing.
So why, if you love someone enough to start a site on them on the first place, would you abandon it, and them, just because they have one little song that wasn't what you expected? Or because they grew up and realized that y'know, sometimes they want to show some leg, or a little cleavage, and that having religion doesn't mean that you can't appear in a men's magazine looking sexy? Grow up. Jessica certainly did. And god help her, stuck with "fans" like you.
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Monday, January 07, 2002
Uploaded the new sacrificial PIZZA because I just need something to be different, and I'm tired of trying to figure out javascript, when I fucking hate the stuff, anyway. This just kind of reinforced it.
And oddly, the more frustrated I got with my failure, the less the whole "opens a new window" thing seemed to bother me....
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*bounces* Queer as Folk! And JUSTIN! And he's looking all awake and healthy and Justin-y again! And okay, not acting entirely Justin-y, but dude, he had his head opened with a baseball bat, what do you expect? And Michael and David broke up (can I get a "WOOHOO!"?) and aaw, Ted's still sad about Blake, but Em got some, and the lezzies are being so cute!, and Brian actually admitted to caring for Justin. He used the words, even! O.O From Brian, that's practically a proclamation of undying love.
*hugs self, humming* I fucking love this show. Its so.... *squeals happily* And y'know, when Justin finds out his mom told Brian to never see him again, there's going to be some bloodshed. And I can't wait to see it. ^_____^
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Saturday, January 05, 2002
Dontcha love it when online stores are all, "oh, you're looking for this? Ya, we got dat." And then you get to the checkout and find out no, they fucking do not, its on special/backorder. >.< Just fackin' tell us on the page itself, ya cunts! Sweet jeez.....
But, hey, maybe I'm being pissy because I have a new layout all planned for sacrificial PIZZA, and the only thing tripping me up is that I can't figure out how to make the frick-fracking java script do what I want. I....argh.
And you know things are going particularly well when I start morphing "fuck" into other words. Just friggin' dandy. Fucking shoot me.
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Thursday, January 03, 2002
Y'know, as helpful as sites like O-town Central are when you're looking for skinnable pics of an entire group....the whole "every section has its own design" shit needs to die a painful, gruesome death, the likes of which would make even the FX crew from Event Horizon physically ill.
I mean, its one thing if we're talking about a collective, where each directory is in fact its own site generally bearing little to no relation to any of the others. But when the directories are simply just ways for the webmaster to keep the files and sections neat and orderly, it just becomes annoying, and stupid, and oh, yes, annoying as fucking get out.
Also? Unless you're using dark shades of it...red is a monstrously bad choice for a color scheme.
sounds like joy division, "atmosphere"
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Tuesday, January 01, 2002
*hums* I'd sing Auld Lang Syne, but I don't know the words. Or even if I've spelled it correctly.
Ah, well. New Year's Eve went verra nicely, if uneventfully. Watched the MTV New Year's show with my dad. We made fun of a lot of the performers, and talked about how Jamie Pressly was going to come down with pnuemonia after spending three hours in front of a wall of windows wearing a shirt cut down to her navel. We also talked about scummy Justin Timberlake was looking, and he let me bitch about Lance being shoved into the background in yet another video. And after seeing an ad for Black Hawk Down -- Ewan! ....and when did Josh Hartnett become War Movie Guy? -- we sat and talked about weird war stuff and bitched about Pearl Harbor being a romance when it could've been a really cool war flick. And then, after the New Year's hugs, which are probably my favorite part of the holiday, we watched an old rerun of Star Trek: TNG, and we made fun of large parts of that, as well. My dad came up with the lovely idea that the reason they had such a hard time bringing Picard back from being Locutus, was because he knew Seven of Nine was out there, and didn't want to come back and deal with Troi's useless ass when he could go make time with Cyber Barbie. ^__^ I love how my dad thinks sometimes, I really do.
So. Like I said, HIGHLY uneventful, but relaxing and unstressful, and that's all I really want from a holiday, anyway. Hope y'all's New Year's Eve went as shibbily, and as my mom says every year when the ball drops, "may this year be better than the last." A-fucking-men.
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