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Sunday, June 23, 2002
I'm about to say something that I never thought would cross my mind, and it kind of pains me, but having seen Sum of All Fears this afternoon, it has to be said.
................Liev Shreiber ROCKS. Feel free to kill me now.
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Saturday, June 22, 2002
Of the somewhat bizarre...after taking the Utena test at Selectsmart, it seems I am most like Mikage. Now, I'm quite pleased by this, as Mikage was the one who I latched onto long before I saw or even really knew anything of the series. Later, he proved to be the kind of dark romantic that I always adored (you can keep your knights in shining armor, thank you, I will be lurking under opera houses searching for my phantom). And when a wonderful woman took up the mantle of Mikage at the Utena MB I like to haunt, I dissolved into incoherent happy noises and did not rest until she made me her Rose Bride (RR's Miki still pines for his dark beloved, tho it has been some time since his 'Kage posted).
So, yes, being told that I'm most like Mikage-sama makes me very pleased indeed. Its the fact that my second and third were Tsuwabuki and Akio, respectively, that confuses and disturbs me....
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Wednesday, June 19, 2002
Um. Alright....
Find your Realm of Influence at SailorOrion.com
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Tuesday, June 18, 2002
I AM SANE .....I'm lying
So, ah. In a valiant, or possibly desperate, and most definitely fruitless effort to get online with RoboCompie and get some ATT goodness on this puppy....I joined the Dark Side, I mean AOHell.
I'm vastly amused by my screenname, dude. You won't get it, and you should be thankful you don't get it. I think I need a friend who gets it, tho, just so its not funny anymore. o.O However, if you're feeling non-sane and really want to know....just think, "what could Catherine possibly be into, that would result in 'bone4train@aol.com' and will make all my human parts shrivel and weep?"
Yeah, its um. Not that. But you're close. ;p
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Sunday, June 16, 2002
Heh. How fitting. ^^ .....ne, I can't help but wish they hadn't used one of those ball-hoops for the image, tho. I hate those things. >.<
Which Piercing are you?
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Friday, June 14, 2002
Um. Got this from Des awhile back via email. Decided to answer it here, cause um. I seem to be having an erection for surveys lately....
1. If you could build your house anywhere, where would it be?
Scotland. In the middle of nowhere. Near a cliff overlooking the sea, if at all possible.
2. What's your favorite article of clothing?
My grey cargo skirt.
3. What's your favorite physical feature of the opposite sex?
Hands. And eyes. I'm a complete sucker for hands and eyes....
4. What's the last CD that you bought?
Punk Goes Pop
5. Where's your favorite place to be?
Someplace familiar with just a couple people I really care about.
6. Where's your least favorite place to be?
Family gatherings.
7. What's your favorite place to be massaged?
Neck and shoulders.
8. What's most important, strong in mind or strong in body?
Strong in mind. Everything else can be overcome.
9. What time do you wake in the morning?
Lately? About 3 am.
10. What's your favorite TV show?
Queer as Folk, Buffy, the Fairly Oddparents.
11. What's your favorite kitchen appliance?
Microwave.
12. What's your favorite childhood memory?
One winter, when I was really small, it snowed nearly as high as I was tall, and my brother, who's eight years older than me, traipsed a maze through the front yard so I could walk, and then played maze race with me for like, ages.
13. What makes you laugh?
Amelia.
14. What makes you really angry?
People who hurt Mel and Jane.
15. If you could play any instrument what would it be?
Guitar. Or piano. I kind of waffle between the two....
16 Favorite restaurant / cafe / eatery?
The Emerald Garden in Shrewsbury.
17. Scariest moment of your life?
Flipping channels and suddenly seeing a close-up of Carrottop's profile, with short, slicked-back hair...on the Disney Channel. O.O
18. If there was a movie made about you, what current / former Hollywood star would play you?
Um. Is there any way we can melt Lisa Zane and Camryn Manheim into one actress?
19. Do you believe in afterlife?
Um. Sort of. The real answer is too involved to put in a simple survey, so let's just go with "yes"
20. Favorite children's book?
"Uncle Shelby's ABZ Book" by Shel Silverstein.
21.What is your favorite season?
Fall.
22. What is your least favorite household chore?
Vaccuuming.
23. If you could have one super power, what would it be?
Shapeshifting.
24. If you have a tattoo, what is it?
I don't, but I want to get an Eye of Horus and the symbol for the Chinese Year of the Snake.
25. Who was your first real love?
Noel. Love him always.
26. What song do you wish you had written?
"Machinehead," Bush. Altho, according to Amelia, I did. ^^;
27. Do you prefer cats or dogs?
Cats, usually.
28. What's in the trunk of your car?
I don't have a car. The one I usually ride in tho, has a bunch of plastic bags to spread out for when we go to the garden center.
29. From the people you e-mail this to who is most likely to respond?
Well, I've corrupted this into a blog thing, so no emails, but Amelia might answer it in her blog....
30. What is your favorite day?
Um. Saturday, I guess....
31. Using only one word, describe yourself:
Fangirl.
32. Say one nice thing about the person who sent this to you.
Des is a funny, snuggly sweetheart who one day will be properly appreciated by everyone. What? One sentence counts as one thing. ;p
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Thursday, June 13, 2002
How Jedi am I? Not very, apparently. *lol* Megs would be so proud of me.... Ne, How Jedi are You, tho?
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There's something really funny about a punk cover of a Destiny's Child song. ^^;
So, um. The parentals are going on this tour of National Parks in September. Which is pretty schweet, because it means I get the house to myself for two weeks, and I can crank the AC as high as I want. I'm kind of unnerved, tho, because it will be catless. Its stupid, really, but all I keep thinking is how for the last couple years, whenever they went on vacation, Nikita would follow me everywhere. It didn't matter what I was doing, or what bizarre hours I was keeping, if I was up and left the door open, she'd be in the room with me, rubbing against me for a few minutes, and then curling up on a nearby chair and dozing. She never really liked petting or attention much, but she adored having company. You were never completely alone when Nik was there, y'know? I....fuck, I miss the fuzzball....
sounds like further: seems forever, "bye bye bye"
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Wednesday, June 12, 2002
Fun, and um. Stuff.
So, The Truth About Cats and Dogs was on Cinemax, and I watched it, because yes, I was horrifically bored, and I have a mild fascination with Cyrano-type stories, anyway. And I was reminded why, after an initial viewing back in the day, I never ever watched it again. Not cause its tired and trite, although, yes, it probably is. The casting just irritates me. I mean, I like the guy. He's got nice eyes and an accent, so he's earned my approval. I like Janeane Garafalo, even if I can't spell her name to save my life. And generally, I like Uma Thurman, as well. She was, after all, on my Wife List (long story) and she has the same mouth/chin area as my best friend, so goodness there.
But Uma looks horrible in this movie. They keep going on and on about how fucking beautiful she is, and she looks like she hasn't slept in a year and has been living on Pez that entire time, and her hair is thin and limp, and....bleh. Janeane meanwhile, spends the entire movie looking fucking adorable, and they act like she's the female equivalent of Carson and Carrottop melted together....just with a personality. Its painful to me, and makes me want to bitch slap every casting agent who ever existed.
Well. Maybe not every casting agent. Whoever cast QaF will be getting a cookie instead.....
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Wow...that was a bitch and a half, wasn't it? Eh. That's what blogs are for, tho. Blathering endlessly about whatever's going on in our lives, and yes my life is particularly small, bite me. Sides, it makes me feel better. Usually. And you have to love anything that can bring you down from extreme irritation to mild exasperation in about four paragraphs.
.......then again, that change could just be because I have the attention span of a gnat. ¬_¬
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Monday, June 10, 2002
The computer gods hate me. And I motherfucking DESPISE them, so I guess we're set. Ok. So. The tower for the old Gateway. The one that died. The one that we then had spiffed up and made into an uber-shib? Doesn't recognize its own zip drive. >.< Now, ok, my own beloved crapmaster won't either from time to time, but as the Shite Lord's zip drive is external, and both are older than balls, I let it go, and simply restart until it does. The renovated one is fairly young, it really shouldn't have imploded in the first place, in my opinion, but as I know fuck all about computers, I'm willing to let that go, as well. (Contrary to my father's opinion, being able to work the mouse and edit pictures does not a techno-goddess make.)
However. RoboCompie's zip drive is, and always has been, internal. Its a beautiful, lovely thing, and making computers without them is a stupid, shit thing to do, because not everyone upgrades every two years, folks, they just DON'T. Why? Its called money. You need it to get a computer, you need it to upgrade a computer. You also need it to eat and keep a roof over your head, hence not always having the money for compie-related stuff in the first place. Also, I'm a huge believer in not fixing or upgrading anything until you absolutely have to. As long as it works and does what you need it to, its fucking well good enough.
Now...to try and get myself back on track and away from the slow tightening in my neck...RoboCompie's beautiful, friendly, dependable internal zip drive...is now about as useful as a anus on an owl. Oh, you can put the disk in, and take it out, and the little button lights up, and YAY! .............until you realize that the drive is inaccessible. For some brainless reason -- and if they guy who brought out the tower when we picked it up is the same guy who fixed RC up, I'm pointing out his lip piercing as proof of his insurmountable idiocy and psychosis -- when they put in the new harddrive, and replaced the CD-ROM, it didn't occur to them to connect the zip drive. Why, I cannot even hope to tell you. Its right there. Two inches (maybe) below the A drive, which, oh, hey, works. Personally, I'd rather have the zip, thank you. But no, you open the Windows Explorer, or open the My Computer icon, and there is no fucking way to access that little drive.
Personally? I think Heather Chandler said it best when she said...."Fuck me gently with a chainsaw."
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Sunday, June 09, 2002
*blinks repeatedly* I won a Soultaker DVD....
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So, we picked up the restored harddrive yesterday. Had to go down to fucking Timmonium to get it, as the Gateway service center over in Harrisburg closed for some inexplicable reason. This is very cool, as it means I now have a CD-RW drive, and 40 gigs to call my very own. This is also complete ass as it means that I have to move all my files AGAIN (ugh...didn't I just finish doing this?) and considering the sheer amount of media files I have, I don't think everything will fit on the number of zip disks I have. Which means copying as much as possible, transferring all necessary hookups over to the new tower, dropping shit onto it, and then transferring all the cords back to get the rest of it. No, its not terribly hard, but it is one of the most tedious events ever.
Bleh. My sleep schedule is on crack right now. I keep going to bed at like, 8 or 9pm and then waking up at two in the morning and I have no idea why. All I do know is that its got me feeling sleepy and kind of surreal.
I also feel really intelligent, as I can't remember whether I bought my domain and hostage for one year or two. As it reached the one year mark yesterday and bAoi still seems to be here...I'm gonna say two. Which means I'm really probably just being lulled into a false sense of security, but I'm really too tired to care just now.
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Saturday, June 08, 2002
Via Evamaria's World of Ego....
Current mood: Frustrated...cause I can't create >.<
Current music: "The Answer to Our Life," Backstreet Boys...loud, and on repeat
Current taste: PB&J; Sour Cream & Onion Thunder Chips
Current hair: Messy
Current dress: Navy shorts, decaying oversized grey t-shirt, eyebrow ring
Current grievance: I CAN'T CREATE!!!
Current annoyance: *glares and points above*
Current smell: SC&O Thunder Chips (these things are serious, yo)
Current musing: Will Amelia take it as a compliment or an insult that I'm basing the next SaPi on what she did for CiW?
Current longing: Amelia, and a graphics program...or eight.
Current game: Wild Arms. Its fucked up, old-school graphics, but shibby
Current thing I ought to be doing: Backing up shit for the retrieval of my new harddrive tomorrow...er...today....
Current windows open: Solitaire, 4 IE windows (email, slash site, Evamaria's LJ, Official BSB Fic Fanlisting), WinAmp, ICQ
Current desktop picture: Legolas (tasty!)
Current favorite artist: Um...music, Tony Head. Art, Monet (always).
Current favorite group: Anyone from The House that Lou Built it seems these days....
Current book: Tokyo Suckerpunch
Current CDs in stereo: The "Drowning" promo single, BtVS the Musical, The IGBM Remixes
Current DVD in player: Don't have one...but Amelia bought my "On the Line" ^^;;;
Current color of toenails: Sally Henson's Aqua Chrome (chipping badly)
Current earrings: none (I only seem to wear them if I'm going out anymore)
Current refreshment: COCA-COLA, BABY!
Current worry: Amelia
Current malicious intent: The Death and Dismemberment of Joss Whedon
Current crush: Sean Biggerstaff
Current favorite celebrity: Orlando Bloom (that voice...Legolas....) and Sean Biggerstaff (sweet jeez, that accent!)
Current time: 5:25 am
Current hate: Sour Cream & Onion Thunder Chips *eats another*
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Friday, June 07, 2002
I would like to be asleep right now. I'm not tired, really, but my head hurts and I don't feel exactly sociable. Then again, do I ever?
It would be nice to actually seriously work on something, as I have a vague plan for bAoi, and I much more solid idea for SaPi, but no graphics editors, and I gotta tell you, from looking at a couple trial and shareware programs, if it ain't Paint Shop or Adobe...its not worth your time. We're talking "makes decaying rat testicles look tasty" here, folks. *shudders*
Actually, y'know, scratch that...I think I am tired....
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According to the Which Backstreet Boy Are You? quiz, I'm either AJ or Brian. Or possibly the amazing mutant love child of the two. Which, while funny, is also very scary. *takes Brian's ears, and a couple of AJ's piercings....borrows Liv Tyler's mouth....uses AJ's shoulders and nose, Brian's height, throws in a padawan haircut...quickly tosses in a pair of AJ's shades to hide the fact that Brian's squinty eyes are the wrong color...and steps back* Huh. What do you know. That is me. *quietly puts down the psuedo-self, s-l-o-w-l-y backs away, and once out of the room, runs like hell*
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Dude, I am so addicted to Spun it just not even funny.
We had a hella storm earlier. Knocked out the electricity for hours. Fuuuuun. I was pretty much passed out for most of it, on account of having been up all night (and part of the morning...) on a relatively fruitless search for material for the next wave at bAoi. So when the sounds of a monsoon broke through to my brain, and I groggily looked up at my clock to see blank pitch instead of glowing red numbers, I said fuck all and decided that I would not be getting up until the electricty came back on. Or daylight hit, whichever. It was a good plan, seemingly, on account of the power came back right around the time my brain was actually willing to be awake and my body was starting to dislike my bed, anyways.
To quote Hannibal...I love it when a plan comes together. *lol*
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Wednesday, June 05, 2002
The air-conditioner is on. O.O
*looks outside to see if the sky is falling*
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People who start quoting religious arcana in blogs are evil and have issues. Am I sitting here reciting the Wiccan Rede at you? NO. And you know why? I HAVE A SOUL. ...........also, I'd much rather babble about insignificant things that won't end in some shitheel emailing me telling me that I'm going to burn in a pagan hell (physically impossible, dude, we DON'T HAVE hell) and that the light of the lord can change my life and blah blah fucking blah. Please. I went to a Christian private school for nine years, and other than a healthy respect for their ability to gloss over their own contradictions, all I walked away with was a feeling best summed up by this little blogsticker here...
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Tuesday, June 04, 2002
Y'know, this actually works. I mean, I'm not Christian -- been there, done that, you do not have enough money to make me go back -- but I am kind of obsessed with crosses, and the fact that its wrapped in a banner that reads "BONE" is just...sacreligious and perverted and fucking beautiful. Gotta love it. Go, J-man.
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Monday, June 03, 2002
So, Spike Can Kick finally has its new layout. New being an subjective term in this case, as I've been sitting on the damn thing for about a year, but it is only just now reaching the site. And can I just say that I FUCKING HATE FREESERVERS.COM?!?
One assumes that if one gives them money, they cease their immense suckage, but honestly? Given the hell they have turned their free hosting package into, I am not giving them so much as the dime they would get from clicking on a banner link. Fuck them, and the shit-encrusted horse then galloped in under. >.<
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Sunday, June 02, 2002
So, Music for Elevators arrived today, and join me in dancing, won't you? Tony Head is just....gah. Words, there are none. In a good way, for once. Admittedly, I think I would've liked it better if it had been a bit more about his lovely voice and a bit less about George Sarah's wonky production techniques, but still, I enjoyed. And that fact that a handful of his BtVS buddies (Amber Benson, James Marsters, Alyson Hannigan) appear on the album gave me grinnies. Joss even wrote him a song. ^^
I was kind of surprised that Aly-san was on it, tho. Backup vocals only, but still. I love Aly, but after seeing the Buffy Musical...she can't sing. Not that that stops Nick Carter, either, but that's a whole other ball of flat-voiced wax....
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Saturday, June 01, 2002
Harry Potter really whips the llama's ass!!
..............did I just actually fucking say that?
sounds like nsync, "its gonna be me - digital black-n-groove club mix"
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