Locuran

Thursday, July 27, 2006



(7:28 pm PT) - Hn
[link] - (grumpy)

Contrary to popular belief, person with obscenely long fanfic, no, I don't want to read it, and I don't enjoy scrolling through it. Use the freakin' LJ cut, kthxfoff.

In other news, SNAFU. Life has been busy. And inbetween times, I've been playing more with my ipod than my lappy. For I am just one line, my router stinks, and Lappy needs net access.

But am I so glad I have the external, as I'll just plug that to Lappy for any files I need to transfer. Though first, I have to share some emus with the B-unit... yes, I'm just moving the exHD to his room, for burning and labeling is tedious, and I am both lazy tired and cheap out of CDs.

Finally, to whoever stole my desert dry heat and gave me this hellish humidity, give it back. I hate heat, true, but it's never been this humid before. Gah...

Sunday, May 07, 2006



(12:51 am PT) - conundrum
[link] - (grumpy)

I like Nucleus, really. I don't think there's a freeware php program out there that I like more than this lovely. I have so many sites that run off Nucleus installs.

However, LJ is very very slow in updating the feed. And while I can somewhat copy things like locked posts and LJ cuts, it's not the same.

I find I could embed my LJ into Locuran, and thus just stick to using LJ, but I'm not sure how it handles going back and forth through the pages. Plus, I prefer Nuclues' archiving to LJ's. Still, with using LJ, I wouldn't lose comments people make on the feed via LJ. (Entries disappear after two weeks, so when someone comments at LJ, I eventually lose it.) Lastly, embedding LJ hides the locked post if I look at it through Locuran, though since I have myself friended, it would come up on the friends page, which I view through LJ anyway.

::sigh:: Confused on this one, so suggestions welcomed.

Another thing I'm stuck on is how I want an ad/announcement page to look over at yaoiville. For some reason I'm drawing a blank on how the individual posts should look inside the box. Usually I don't have trouble coming up with layouts, so I don't know why I'm stumped on this one. Urg.

Oh yes, to those who have DS. Brain Age. Get it. I bought Brain Age, and now I have the mind of a 20 year old. Now if only I could get a body to match...

Sunday, June 26, 2005



(3:58 pm PT) - Broken?
[link] - (grumpy)

Hm, WInMX doesn't seem to want to work for me anymore. Anyone using this having any trouble?

I hope I don't have to go searching for another p2p. I hate looking, because it takes installing and trying and uninstalling a few times before I get one that's satisfactory.

Shee. And just as I was going to try the music recs.

Sunday, April 10, 2005



(5:28 pm PT) - Mild brain irritation
[link] - (grumpy)

Dearest family, cough
If I'm playing a game, even one I've complained about, then please don't assume that's the perfect time to show me your latest acquisition of X amount of 'inhaled herbal relaxers'. It's not, especially when I've said time and again how I can't tolerate the smell of it anyway. Yes, I'm happy you were able to purchase so much. Now keep that to yourself and leave me be. And please, don't bring it in the house anyway, considering it's still an illegal substance.

Tuesday, January 25, 2005



(4:30 pm PT) - RL hates me, I am convinced of this.
[link] - (grumpy)

So just as I'm beginning to develop a tiny and long lost inspiration to write some fanfiction, today happens. That's the only way to sum it up. Just, "today." (My grandmother never did like Tuesdays. I'm beginning to agree with her, RIP.)

- I woke up with a bad headache around 6-ish. (Way too early.)
- After the usual bathroom trip, a check for email finds my connection not connecting. Or rather, it connects, but I'm not going anywhere.
- Call to tech support lands me someone with an accent ten miles wide, making it hard to understand.
- Tech support gets me nowhere, even after doing the exact same things I already know to do BEFORE I call them.
- Headache turns into bad migraine. On verge of tears from pain.
- Period comes one week early, resulting in cramps on top of everything else.

Yup, one of those days. Eventually, (obviously) the connection started working. All I can figure is I was affected by problems in another city, though thanks to Ms Accent, I couldn't tell you what city. (Sounded like "elmo" coming out of her mouth.)

Kit, if you do find anyone interested, please do send them my way, thanks. Soon as I get a finished product, I'll be sure and let you know. (Oh yes, archive your pitas, it's a bit long in the tooth.)

Anyone have an original female character they wouldn't mind loaning out to me? By that I mean some sort of artowrk. Why? If you're familiar with Yaoiville.net, you'll see that devlish looking fellow at the top. (Mo're for the curious.) I'm going to make a similar design for the upcoming Yuriville.net, but I personally don't have any female characters that I'd put in that spot. (There's Saresh, but she's such an eeeeeeeevil so-n-so.)

Not sure if the Yuriville link is working yet. I just bought the domain yesterday, and you know how all that "propagate through the net" business goes.

Before anyone asks, no, I'm not exactly a yuri fan. I've just considered a sister archive for yaoiville for awhile, and CW's unintentional request on a ML finally spurred me on, is all. I'm just doing site creation/maintanence. She'll be in charge of content control since I'm not familiar with yuri fandoms. (And she's much more strict that I am, I'm sure.)

Going to see what else needs to be worked on. Maybe I can squeeze in some Pretear watching in a few. (Or just put work on hold, since I'm feeling out of it anyway. Damn period.)

Monday, August 30, 2004



(8:48 am PT) - Gmail invites
[link] - (grumpy)

4 gmail invites up for grabs. Only going to those who I know, so if you're coming in from google or I've never heard of you before in my life, sorry, SOL.

Monday, August 02, 2004



(1:10 pm PT) - The final straw
[link] - (grumpy)

Okay, IE, that's it. You had your chance, but this is it. You blew it.

To the cause of that seemingly inexplicable blowup, it's like this. I recently joined a Paintshop Pro ML. Of course this means images are going to be sent through the list. But for some strange reason, I couldn't see anything. I kept getting the little red X of death. Now mind you, I use hotmail, and was looking at it through the IE browser. It's all Microsoft. Well today on a whim, I opened Hotmail in Firefox. Lo and behold, the images work. "Well shut my mouth and call me sassy."

Now even though I've been using Firefox for the past few weeks, I hadn't ever changed it to my default browser. But seeing that for some weird reason, (probably warped security options), IE wouldn't show Hotmail email correctly, I finally said to heck with it.

So long, IE. Come back when you've matured.

Friday, May 28, 2004



(10:03 am PT) - ::groans::
[link] - (grumpy)

Now I'm all for creative freedom, write what you want in fanfiction, yadda yadda yadda. Unless you're setting out to purposely hurt someone else, there's little to no harm with it, (save people complaining about their oh-so-delicate sensibilities, but I won't get into that). I've loudly decried on more than one occasion so called fic review groups/sites who only seem interested in tearing down authors because they didn't meet some unknown, self-perceived, ego feeding standard.

You pretty much know all that.

But I do have one gripe in fanfiction. Just one small one. See, most of my other dislikes are choice, so if I come across a fic that I think is going to fall into one of those slots, I don't read it.

::gasp:: What a concept.

But this gripe, I must get off my chest, because it disguises itself sometimes in the form fics that, were it done by anyone else, I might have read and enjoyed.

My gripe?

FINISH LOOKING AT THE DAMN SERIES FIRST!!!

::breathes:: I'm calm, really.

Okay, I can make exceptions. Yu-Gi-oh, Inuyasha, those things are over 100 eps long, and there's no telling when the ends will ever get over here, (especially with those cheap bastards at Viz only putting three lousy eps on a disc). So I can completely understand wanting to write before you finish a series with that kind of length.

However, something like Cowboy Bebop, Yami no Matsuei, and Gravitation all have a much smaller, finite number of eps. So for the love of hell, why do people look at one or two eps and suddenly want to write some grandiose epic, or just grab the notion of the character/character designs and pluck them wherever?

Don't get me wrong, some outrageous AUs can be well done, especially of the parody persuasion. Though often this only tends to work in a humour aspect.

Plopping the guys from Saiyuki into a Boy Band is not my idea of a good read, especially from someone who only watched 3-5 lousy eps.

(Though in all honesty, even if a person knows Saiyuki frontwards and back, I still doubt that I'd want to read a fic like that.)

However, I do have some problems with manga purists who complain about writers who base their works solely on an anime version of a series. Manga is only now becoming as popular, if not moreso, than actual anime. Before, anime was often the only way people had access to a series. So lighten up on that.

But whether it's a book or a disc, is it too much to ask that people go beyond the initial "ooh pretty" and actually watch the series?

Give me a reason to try and defend the right to create badfics. Let me know you actually put some effort into it, regardless of how painful it is to read, by watching more than a couple of lousy eps/volumes.

(Because we all know even though some people look at the whole thing, they still can produce fics of questionable quality.)

Monday, April 19, 2004



(9:26 am PT) - For the record
[link] - (grumpy)

April doth sucketh greatly. Next year, I'm moving to a mountain for the month. Who wants to join me, and who knows of any good mountains.

... hm, nudist colony, maybe...

Saturday, April 03, 2004



(9:12 pm PT) - Hot totty tastes horrible
[link] - (grumpy)

Say that subject a few times.

Seriously, after hearing me sound like I had a cough from smoking three packs a day, (I don't smoke), my friend made me a hot totty. Her version has no water, just brandy, honey, and lemon. It tastes terrible! It better work, or I'm going to think she was just trying to poison me under the guise of being helpful.

It's all a cough, now, but a bad one. My throat's okay, though I haven't gotten all of my singing voice back, (I want to sing, damnit). The cough is really doing me in, though. I'm hoping the infection hasn't moved to my lungs or anything, because that might mean a stay in the hospital, and I refuse. Last time I was in there, I was an arm baby, and it was for pneumonia (sp?). I hate those places, even the good ones, and I don't want to visit one overnight, let alone a few days.

I know I've been complaining about being sick for a while, but the truth is, I haven't been this sick since I was a kid. I'm used to 2-3 days worth, then being back to semi-normal. Not being out for over a week, going on two, and not being able to do even the sinple things I'd normally enjoy. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in over the said week. Music? Nope. Online? Forget it. And it's driving me nuts. I understand as I get older, things will wear down. I accept that. But there's a big difference between that and just plain ill. I wouldn't say I'm healthy as a horse, but I've never been down like this, and I can't say I'm happy about it.

I don't see how/why hypochondriacs do it. I wouldn't want to be sick like this all the time.

There's also a distinct, irrational, undeniable sense of betrayal on my part. It's my body, it should cooperate, and it's not. Before anyone tells me about the intricate nature of the body fighting a virus, remember, I did say irrational.

Oh well, I'll try to quit bitching and poison myself on more of this totty. Though honestly, I think only an alcoholic can appreciate this cure. (No offense.)

Thursday, April 01, 2004



(11:08 am PT) - Uh-oh.
[link] - (grumpy)

Okay, so apparently I am teh sick. Seriously. A cough that just gets progressively worse, and a throat that's not letting me have anything solid, and even then, it's pure torture. Time for a trip to the doctor's, at least.

Except, the ratbastards who were supposed to send me my medi-cal card never did. And it should have been sent this time last year.

So now I'm going to have to scramble to get an emergency one, then hopefully go see a dctor, and PRAY this all doesn't end up in a stay at the hospital.

In either event, I'm going to give up trying to get online until I'm at least back to 90% health.

Sunday, March 21, 2004



(11:15 am PT) - Why the hell should I feel ashamed at a hobby?
[link] - (grumpy)

I was going through another person's friends list to look for something, which in and of itself is always a risk of just getting annoyed. But what really made me twitch is when a party who's name/LJ I will not post seemed to imply that writing fanfiction was akin to doing something shameful, or it's a bad thing to even own up to it to anyone else.

Um, hello. It's a freaking hobby. Those who see it as more, well, I can't help them, unless they're using it as a stepping stone to a writing career. For everyone else, it's a hobby. It's entertainment. Why the hell do you need to feel bad just because other people don't get it?

The same thing went around about anime for awhile, as I recall. Now it's practically mainstream.

Now there's the problem of what one is writing fanfiction for. If you're not doing it just for kicks, or you post to an archive just to get reviews, there's going to be a problem. Somewhere along the line, you're going to get disappointed. I know from experience.

Nowadays, I don't put my stuff out to large masses, which include ff.net. I don't care who reads it, really, but places like that are self-invites for pain, IMO. Instead, I write to smaller groups that have similar interests, and for the most part, we're happy. No, this isn't an elitist circle or anything so shallow. But why would I want to push myself on someone who may not like the subject matter? I'd rather just stick with what I know, who I know, and if someone else shows an interest, sure, I'll welcome them too if they want.

I write fanfiction, and as long as I'm not holding a gun to people's head to make them read, I really don't give a flying marshmallow what anyone else thinks about it.

Monday, March 15, 2004



(7:11 pm PT) - Food, or things pretending to be
[link] - (grumpy)

Dear folks at Burger King,
   If I wanted a tendy, crispy chicken sandwich that tasted like rubber, I would in fact go get a chicken flavoured condom.

Don't think I can't. I'm in California. I can get all sorts of weird sexual devices.

Friday, February 13, 2004



(10:16 pm PT) - fic peeve
[link] - (grumpy)

A fic peeve of mine I've recently discovered.

If two characters can't stand each other canon, it makes me very twitchy to see one profess to loving the other without any sort of plot buildup explaining where this sudden confession is coming from. I can see it if, canon, it's friends, mutual acquaintances, something of a lighthearted line. But bitter enemies? I need more than a sentence for a declaration of love, thanks.

I can understand if this is in fact for a PWP, but if that's the case, then it should be marked a PWP so I don't look for a plot. Then it makes perfect sense to have enemies admitted they actually love each other and oh let's go find a bed to break while we're at it.

Seriously, I do understand.

Domino, Thanks for the pic. I'll try to catch you tomorrow, yah? Email me to remind me around 8ish.

Miracle, have I've been missing you, or are you still feeling under the weather and not logged on?

I'm stuck. I'm so flippin' stuck and it's pissing me off to the Nth degree, because I want to finish this fic, it's got a perfectly good start, and the muse just stopped working! Argh. ::beats head in:: This can't be happening.

::beats head in some more, hoping to achieve a state of unconsciousness::

Friday, December 19, 2003



(3:27 am PT) - Oops
[link] - (grumpy)

If anyone "saw" me on MSN last night, and I didn't reply, sorry. I usually leave it on "offline" status. However, I wasn't feeling well and went to bed early, forgetting to just sign out, and the damn bugger apparently signed me out, then signed me back in, leaving my status as "online."

I'll be so glad when the stress of the holidays is over. C'mon, New Year's, I need to get drunk, even if I don't go anywhere.

Tuesday, November 18, 2003



(10:20 pm PT) - Ahem
[link] - (grumpy)

To all of those who continue the stance against homosexuality on the premise/defense that such pairings can't produce children, which is the whole basis for any and all such unions, I'd like to point something out.

THE WORLD IS FREAKING OVERCROWDED

Seriously, how many people do you want before the word just goes kabloowie? There's too many, period. So the thought of making more is ludicrous at best. And I've news, a surefire way of killing a species is to have too many.

So that argument is leaky at best. It might have been okay when Farmer Joe needed those thirteen kids to plow the acres and such, but obviously that's not the case today.

Tuesday, October 21, 2003



(6:21 pm PT) - Yeah, I know
[link] - (grumpy)

I know, people are waiting for the report about Ycon, but it's going to be delayed until my film gets developed. Sorry, and the management thanks you for your patience.

In other news, we're getting an Indian Summer down here. So I have: 1. a cold, 2. a cycle, and 3. stupid hot weather.

Screw you, fate, I still enjoyed the con.

Anyway, the cold at least is trying to let up, methinks. Good, I have stuff to write, before this hellhole sucks whatever creative muses I built up during the con right out.

Thursday, October 09, 2003



(7:32 pm PT) - Lovely
[link] - (grumpy)

Anyone looking for me tonight, well, don't. I'm having connection trouble and I don't know how long they'll last.

Tuesday, September 23, 2003



(6:11 pm PT) - For the record
[link] - (grumpy)

It should be noted that, instead of saying this country did this or that country did that, it would be better to say the government of this or that country, because believe me, 9 out of 10 the civilians didn't do a damn thing, and it's a slim chance that the governments are doing anything in the interests of said civilians.

Civilians in any country, unless they're in the power class (that would be Corporate America in the US), are often times the weakest link, and the ones who get screwed the most.

Thursday, September 11, 2003



(3:10 pm PT) - One of those days
[link] - (grumpy)

You know you're going to have one of those days, when one of the first emails in your box is this

fake, fake, and nothing but fake

Now if you check, you'll see your cursor doesn't change to a text mark when you move your mouse over it. Why? That's merely an image sent in a plain email meant to look like regular text. This is of course linked to an obviously fake site asking for such information as ssn, credit card, et cetera. Why obviously? Sure, it looks like a genuine eBay site, but with a url like http://211.20.71.85:8734/, you've got to be firing off only two charged braincells not to get suspicious at the very least.

Ah, hackers, spammers, and other dregs who wish to steal my money. Where would I be without you?

Oh yes, a lot less annoyed, that's where I'd be.

Edit: I guess eBay got my message, as the site seems to be broken. Moral? Never send a scam to an irritated individual unless you can guarantee a certain level of stupidity naiveté.

Thursday, September 04, 2003



(8:02 am PT) - Reality check
[link] - (grumpy)

Prayer is simply a form of meditation. All you rock-hard Christians who disagree can bite me, because nothing you say is going to change that, and here's why. (excerpt from Dictionary.com)

2. A contemplative discourse, usually on a religious or philosophical subject.1

And I'm sure the majority of Christians are praying to God, or Jesus, or one of the three in the triad. This can be construed as a discource, which is a verbal expression in speech or writing. Note the term expression, not necessarily exchange. So you don't need a reply.

And to the anal rententive who will say they pray in silent, I've got you too. Also from Dictionary.com

1. The act of meditating; close or continued thought; the turning or revolving of a subject in the mind; serious contemplation; reflection; musing.2.

Therefore, when compared against the preceeding definitions, prayer is in fact a form of meditation. This applies to all religions that practice it, but I seem to run into more problems with Christians trying to say no, it's diffierent.

It's not.

So what was the point to that? Well I needed it for clarity's sake to the following rant.

Because so help me, the next person who says I need more prayer in my life is going to get tied up, beat down, and forced to live in this hellhole that I've endured for over ten years.

YOU try and meditate when you have someone outside your window screaming, "HEY MUTHAFUCKAH!" somewhere in the early a.m., as a freakin' casual greeting no less.

It's not possible, I assure you.

When I move, I hope to become more spiritual in the path that I feel comfortable in (Christianity probably isn't the one). But until then, I'll stick to my secular vices.

Thank you and good day.

1. The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition
Copyright © 2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company.
2. Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary, © 1996, 1998 MICRA, Inc.


Thursday, August 28, 2003



(6:06 pm PT) - To self: Okay, smartie, now what?
[link] - (grumpy)

Okay, so the archive is more or less finished, though I need to put up a redirect on the domain name, but that will take all of five minutes.

Now comes the part I hate. Advertising it. Don't ask me why, I just loathe what everyone would see as simply a matter of posting to a few MLs. I hate it, and I don't know why. But trust me, I do.

I'm putting it off as we speak, because I have Animal Crossing in the Cube (after a healthy dose of Soul Calibur 2. Damn, Link... gorgeous).

Before I forget. This is to Fido. Please tell me exactly how your comment related to the item you posted on, as I don't know what you're asking that in reference to, or if you just wanted to test out the comment feature... honestly, I don't know. But I will answer your question, which is a resounding no.

Thursday, July 24, 2003



(6:19 pm PT) - Lovely...
[link] - (grumpy)

Something weird is going on with Locuran (actually all the y-org sites are loading slow, but Locuran especially). Don't know the cause, so I'll give it a few before I get annoyed enough to email tech support. So you've been warned.

Sunday, July 13, 2003



(6:19 am PT) - It's too early...
[link] - (grumpy)

Doomino - Got home, after sitting in the terminal for four hours, enduring a rather hellish trip, (I hate women who think they're so young/cute they can do what they please), and getting here at 4:30 in the morning. So I'm out of it, obviously. I'll look for that fic, but remind of the stuff I said I would send you. Oh yes, and send me your LJ addie.

Saturday, June 21, 2003



(10:29 am PT) - Just for the record...
[link] - (grumpy)

This won't do me a bit of good, but in case stupid chain letter writers see this, or a spammer should happen by whilst trying to harvest an addie or two-thousand...

No...
I don't want a moster dick.
I don't want to see hot, young, nubile teens getting gangbanged.
I don't want to see Victoria getting fucked by a horse.
I don't want to see your mother getting fucked by the family dog.
I don't want the greatest money marketing opportunity since DOS.
I don't want my free vidcam. (If it were free, just send the damn thing.)
I don't want to play blackjack.
I don't want to give/get a golden shower.
I don't want to see Mimi licking Jessica's twat.
I don't want to see John Q Stud taking it like a man up the ass.
I don't want to know what a bad girl Jane's been.
I don't want free business grants for a nominal fee.
I'm not clicking that stupid blinking banner.
I don't care if I'm the xxx,xxx,xxx,xxx visitor to the site, since I never went there in the first place of my own free will.
I don't want grandma's brownies.
I don't want those brownies either.
I don't want the video with the greatest secrets of all time to make me money.
I don't need to know I'm being watched.
I will not give you my name and phone number for your dating service.
I don't want you unaccredited education for a mere $550.
I definitely do NOT need bigger tits.
I do not want to, nor can I grow an extra 3 inches on my penis. (first one who tells me to grow 3 inches on my clit gets their own genetalia removed with extreme force)
I do not want you trying to help me clear all my debts.
I don't have a house to finance a second loan.
I don't want your super fantastic no APR for the first week credit card.
I am not getting an account with your bank.
I don't want my sites on the top search engines in the world.
I don't want your spy cam.
I don't want your web deisgn service.
I don't want your email harvester.
I don't want your email broadcast, unless I want to join the ranks of spammer myself, lose what little meaning of life I have, and have the world hate my guts every time they go into their inbox. (hint fucking hint)

And the number one most annoying...

I do not, repeat, do not want any fucking Viagra.

Thank you, that is all.

Monday, May 19, 2003



(8:59 am PT) - Not my fault, really
[link] - (grumpy)

If anyone's friends pages get spammed by familiar looking posts, I apologize. Honestly, t'was not my fault.

Hostit, I do like your service. Your support is excellent. You've been very generous to my account giving me extras free of charge just because I asked, but in the future when you plan to do something as important as moving a to a new server, WARN ME.

I'll explain later, I'm still fixing my databases.

Sunday, May 04, 2003



(8:33 pm PT) - To arms
[link] - (grumpy)

"We have captured your uterus. There will be no negotiations at this time."
-Commander of the Red Infantry


Wednesday, April 09, 2003



(10:58 am PT) - He's still a dique
[link] - (grumpy)

Thank you Raine and Amber. Sometimes I need other eyes just to make sure that I'm not wrong. I know most times when I am, but other times when I think I'm right but I'm standing on my own ideals at the time, I begin to wonder slightly.

It's also nice to know that I'm not the only one who feels this way at the forum itself. I give Matt great respect in his refusal to state names, but, knowing which side I'd been arguing, I have no doubt who he is referring to, and it is most definitely not me.

Raine, I fixed that link, by the way. In truth I plan to revamp the whole site, once I get have a mind to do it.

Mirchan - It was short, but least we finally connected, yes? Will try for tonight.

Mina - work on the associates page will unfortunately be delayed until later this evening, or I get painkillers for the arrival of the Crimson Tide, whichever comes first.

Tuesday, April 08, 2003



(12:58 pm PT) - I state the obvious
[link] - (grumpy)

People are diques.

This message brought to you by current experience in the Nucleus forum, Kit's situation at school, real life, and personal experience I'm sure %98 of you can draw from. Thank you.

Mirchan - Sorry, my mood's been so foul I just didn't want to bring you down with it. And now my connection's unstable, but please, do me a favour. If I'm not on by 9 PT tonight, send me an email and tell me to get my ass on.

Sunday, April 06, 2003



(6:44 pm PT) - He called himself an arrogant bastard...
[link] - (grumpy)

This is a thread at the Nucleus forum. It started innocently enough, but then we have the ever authoritive 'vj' who thinks nobody should have an opinion to his arguments. I'm not going to ask you to read the whole thing if you don't want to, and it will get technical at one point. However, I would like to point to the posts beginning on page three. Notice that while others agreed with 'vj' he was quite fine in arguing his point and stating how I was being disrespectful in my not agreeing. However, the minute one person says what I'd been trying to say, he seems to go for a more personal insulting reply.

So the poll for today, was I wrong, or is he just being a coward?

Tuesday, April 01, 2003



(2:34 pm PT) - Ah well...
[link] - (grumpy)

While I fully expected Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker to monopolize my time, it is not the cause of my sudden disappearance.

Comp trouble is to blame.

But it can be fixed, so look for me in a few days. Thanks.

Friday, March 21, 2003



(9:17 am PT) - Red Infantry was only the first wave, second wave, Germ Squad
[link] - (grumpy)

Just for the record, I'm not a masochist, therefore, I hate being sick. Moving along...

The individuals I'm directing this to will know who they are, though I doubt if they ever see it.

Don't assume my Silence is agreement. Nor should you assume that it is disagreement.

Do not think my lack of words is a symbol of my political stand. However, neither should it imply that I am without an opinion.

There is a very logical reason why you are not going to hear me say anything further upon present matters and the world around me.

An argument is an irrational discussion between two fools. But no one can prove that I am indeed one so long as I keep my mouth shut.

Not to mention, a fool is based on a rather biased perception by the one making the label.

Thank you.

Saturday, March 15, 2003



(9:50 pm PT) - The first line has broken through
[link] - (grumpy)

Anyone looking for me tonight, um, don't. The first wave of the Red Infantry has breached the perimeter defense. The Excedrin Guards are barely keeping them at bay as we speak.

Friday, February 21, 2003



(7:43 pm PT) - I should answer my own question...
[link] - (grumpy)

Well if I'm going to ask the question, I should answer.

My grave, I'm hoping, will not be a grave, but a tree. I'm hoping for either orange or redwood. That's my first choice. My second won't be a grave either. Mom and I want to go in for the lifegems and get set into a nice ring or necklace and pass it down. I especially want to do it for her. Imagine the conversations.

"Oh what a lovely necklace."
"Thank you, it's my mother."
"Oh, it was your mother's?"
"No, it is my mother. This gem right here, see? That's mom."
"..."

I want to be able to say that.

In other news... I'm ripping my hair out! Okay, deep breath. Anand made this wonderful plugin called NP_PostMan. According to the page there, it seems like one should be able to use it with a form, thus helping me to create a kind of self-publishing archive. (The post will go to drafts first so I can look it over, then approve.) Only problem, the crontab keeps returning an error! No such plugin... what do you mean no such plugin! It's sitting right there where I'm telling you to go you numbnet!

This, and I feel a headcold coming. I need tea. I pray the visitor with some children I don't like (when do I ever like children, I wonder) has left by now.

Friday, February 14, 2003



(12:50 am PT) - It's that time again
[link] - (grumpy)

I have only two things to say about today.

1. blegh
2. half-off candy sales begin tomorrow

Friday, February 07, 2003



(7:46 pm PT) - Shoot me
[link] - (grumpy)

Ever have those days where it seems like all the little crap wants to pile up for no good reason, and merge into one big pile of crap?

But it's still crap?

The only thing I would enjoy would be working on Mina's lj layout, but I have to wait until tomorrow while I go and work on a copy alteration for a neighbor that technically could have been avoided if 1: he'd told me to make more than one copy at the time that I asked. 2: he'd taken better care of the copy I gave him, there by making my job easier. But no, my luck is shit. To top it off, he gives me a worse copy to work with, which I know is going to scan very badly.

I won't start about the ML and the headache I got today.

Finally got the copy of Wolf's Rain 5 that I wanted. I only like getting them from a particular fansubber of BitTorrents. The first file I had, the synch was terrible. The second wouldn't even play (I have the latest codex, so whatever it used must have been obscure.) Finally Solar and Aoi put their copy out.

...and yes, Kit, my jaw hung open too. Poor gramps. Poor Kiba. Poor Toboe.

Ki, already beamed it to you. This file will work.

Mchan, found some blanks, so going to burn and send to you soon.

I'd say more, but I want to get this @#$%& scan job out the way.

I'm surrounded by idiots.

Monday, January 13, 2003



(10:08 pm PT) - zzzzzzz
[link] - (grumpy)

Oops, overslept. Didn't wake up until 9:22pm PST. Hrr. Oh well, suppose I needed to sleep.

I realize just why this whole situation at home has gotten to me so badly. See, before the 'guests', when I'd get just tee totally sick of either my comp or my room, I'd wander into the living room where I let my PS2 live. (It's currently in brother's room for fear the 'guests' would treat it badly.) I could play a game or chat wither the brother and mother units. It was my form of relaxation.

Well, I haven't been able to do that since December, the month when I'd need to most. It's now January, and they're still here.

Well, even if I can't do anything about it, least I know the root of the problem.

Kaie - Honestly, I don't know. But there were some other flavours that I think got discontinued, like Earth, Lightning, and Moon. ::misses Earth::

Domino - as follows:
host address: ftp.yaoiville.org
username: dominochan
password: (the one you sent)

Any problems, let me know.

Raine - I was, but it seems to be working now. I'm using a dev version versus a stable release, you see. I wish Karma would make the table names a variable you could define on install, versus hardcoding "nucleus_" in there. That makes it difficult to have a second install of it on the server.

Ki - Like I said, overslept.

Made apple wraps. Can't call them turnovers, the dough is all wrong. But, when I get the right dough, then I can call them that. The wraps aren't too bad, though.

Mongrels went to school today, so least I had a few hours peace. Unfortunately, they came back.

If anyone related to Fate is listening, do not stop me from goinog to my appointment tomorrow. Something violent will happen otherwise.

Saturday, January 04, 2003



(8:39 pm PT) - Another day, another grey hair...
[link] - (grumpy)

Nothing to report. Plenty to bitch about, but too tired. Did get my Saiyuki tapes, though. Forgot if I mentioned that here. Ah well...

And I thought I liked Gojyo before. What kills me is he gets no good fic time, or it's with a Mary Sue. Blegh. Shoot me...later.

Saturday, December 28, 2002



(8:59 pm PT) - People!
[link] - (grumpy)

C'mon, give me a break. Some things just shouldn't be crossed over. It was pushing the line with YnM and HP, but Saiyuki and HP?? Come on! If you're going to do a crossover, do a sensible one. Maybe HP and LotR (not having seen either, I could be wrong on how well that works). YnM and WK is a sensible Xover. WK and SM is not.

And this may piss people off who have either written or read something like what I mentioned, but remember... ::points to disclaimer on right side of screen:: ...that's right, nobody's holding a gun to your head to be here. This is my opinion stated freely on my bloournal.

::cools off:: Anyway, forgetting that...

Kit - we can push it back again if you want, though I'd suggest Wednesday now for financial reasons.

Man, this month bites.

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