shut up go boom

Look, I do write! I do!

2008-02-03T21:18:00.000-07:00

Just because I don't have the time to type if I want to keep my scholarship doesn't mean I don't have plenty of ideas, my head like a bag of popcorn in the microwave oven of the multiverse: ideas going pop pop pop pop pop pop!

I don't really even have this time, but I'm stealing it, so I can type this poem up:

Say This In Lieu of a Pledge of Allegiance

I pledge allegiance to this Thing
A pledge, allegiance doesn't bring
It doesn't matter anyway
Just something that you only say
To look good, something that you do
So teachers will not yell at you
So go on, don't let me interrupt
I'm 'sorry' if I was abrupt
And rude, since I spoke the Truth

A most treacherous thing, that is
That bites the hand, that fans the flames
Of defiance, which makes people thing
Compliance kind of sucks...
So why should we do it? We shouldn't?
Then screw it! The pens are in our hands
Have at it!

Truth makes for independent thoughts
Which leaves civilizations all distraught
The only way to have society
Is to live with absolute piety
With the doctrines of no new ideas
Individuality being the highest sin
That anyone can deal in
Averageness the highest virtue
(Don't stand out, the world might bite you)
That to heaven (or something) lets you go,

But you know? Heaven has always seemed
To me, only a pale smokescreen between
Something and something else,
Not somewhere in itself
But hey! How could I know
How could you know
How could anyone know?
We can't - what remains to discuss?

I pledge allegiance to this thing
But I don't, really, just pull the string
To see the truth or a different lie;
Someday even death may die.

Um... Monkeys have Feet?

2007-12-24T18:04:00.000-07:00

Merry Christmanukwanza!!

Guess Who is visiting?

2007-12-23T22:16:00.000-07:00

Oreo-zerg, oreo-zerg,
Does whatever a zerg/cookie hybrid does....
Oh my gods, now I can't
Get the image
Out of my head
Run away, it's oreo-zerg

Yeah. And, no, we haven't been watching the Simpsons Movie... of course we haven't... yeah... the hand wavey thing will erase all your memories...
No, we didn't make cookies... And we didn't eat cookies... Or prodigious amounts of Hershey's Kisses... or brownies... or hotdogs... Nooo... Of course not...
And there's no way that we were obsessively playing games of set, over and over and over...

ha, we pwn!

Problems.

2007-12-22T13:34:00.000-07:00

THE DECEMBER MASTHEAD IS UNDER REVAMPING. OR SOMETHING. IT WILL BE BACK LATER TODAY (22-dec-07) OR TOMORROW DEPENDING ON WHERE YOU ARE AND HOW MUCH I GET DONE. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY OFFENSE CREATED. IT - AND I SWEAR THIS BY ALL THAT I HOLD DEAR - IT WAS UNINTENTIONAL.

plus, blogger is being very annoying, won't let me add widgets, so even when I get the masthead acceptable I will not be able to put it up. it will be up ASAP, but ASAP might not be that soon. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. I liked the original too, but circumstances, causes, and effects outside of my understanding and/or control have conspired to get whirled peas off. sorry to the offended and/or annoyed parties. even though the masthead was not made at a party.

Two mastheads no more!!

2007-12-20T19:30:00.000-07:00

I fixed it! Well, sorta! It'll still need work to be permanent, but, hey! It's no more double-vision! Yay!!

[Naren notes - WHO GAVE 369 CHOCOLATE?? Or sugar? Or - what?! She's hyper! Too many exclamation points - that is bad, it's even influencing me---
[Cosima informs Naren that it might be wise to shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up now.]

If you guess what is quoting a song and where the lyrics are from I'll make March's masthead in your honor. (I'd make January, but Jan.'s done and Feb.'s background's done and the foreground would be in the works if I had remembered my sketchybook.)

369'll rescue the page... later!

2007-12-20T19:18:00.000-07:00

Yes, I am aware that there are two mastheads. That's what I get for trying to center it! And I've got a January masthead and a Feb. in the works, so I'll end up having to repeat the process, around and around! ANYway, the two mastheads - 369'll fix everything. Just not now. (369 is me when (poly? I wish. Discuss)mathy.) Because right now I am blogging from a computer that is not my own.
Have fun! I'll be back with your unreliable, non-hiatused, no-way-is-it-normal bite-sized insanity soon! And even, perhaps, with a decent template! (The Thisaway Blue is only because it went well with the masthead. Please do not be tempted to make jokes about regressions to sixthgraderhood! (As if anyone would, but it makes me feel better to pretend that there are readers, and readers who would joke ;S )) Be that as it may, gotta go - there is movie and this compu's keyboard is impossible. I like mine better!

december masthead

2007-12-19T15:20:00.000-07:00

Here it is, the final! Peas on earth, goodwill to cats!

here it is with no text.

CREDIT WHERE CREDIT IS MORE THAN DUE: utterly, supersentiently fexelent photoshop brushes from designfrut (specifically, fresh foliage) and =scully7491 (to be exact, starlight brushes). background image came with my little portable 1gb hard drive.

The stars are supposed to be snow. Can you tell I've never seen it?

if you take advantage of the lack of text however i'll hack your site and crash it! and, yes, i'll learn to hack just for revenge. i hold grudges! *creepy, evil grin*

removing programs... sort of?

2007-12-19T15:04:00.000-07:00

there's this one program - typing instructor deluxe - that was on my machine that i never use (well, ok, i'd occasionally clock how fast i type - it's around seventy words per minute but with a lot of mistakes if i can't use backspace) and it was, holy holly, it was huge. and my machine was critically low on space, so i thought i'd delete some useless stuff. but its uninstall didn't work, possibly didn't even exist. (it's been on my cattop for, what, years? so it's been through a lot of machine crashes) so, i google 'uninstall programs manually' and i get this nice tutorial - you can find it here - problem is, it's all DOS and i don't really know any DOS - at all. ya, sad, isn't it?
but here's the possibly useful thing. i hold no illusions that this got the whole sock-darned thing out of my cattop, but at least it cleared 450 mb - i went to my computer> c drive> [...i think] cosima's documents> well some way or another i got to program files, and i went to its folder and deleted it. so that's a simple way of getting most of a program off of one's machine, i guess. hope it's useful to you and that the all-lowercase isn't too annoying - remember, it's only until january 7th!

more spiced ham

2007-12-19T14:52:00.000-07:00

what happened? suddenly i'm getting quite a bit of spiced ham! three more lottery things (get it into your thick heads, people, i'm not in the uk!) and one that got past my filter and so i shall post it:

Greetings,

I am Major Andrew Biko, squadron leader with the ECOMOG (Economic
Community of Africa Monitoring Group) Army; I requests your co-operation in
this confidential transaction of cash money amounting to total sum of
Thirty-Two Million United States Dollars into your facility. before the
My squad and I secured this fund during the course of our duty in the
invading of the RUF (Revolutionary United Front) guerilla rebel camp in
Angola, The Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC), Sierra Leone and
Liberia where they trade Conflict Diamond for Amunition . Due to our
sensitive position and civil code of conduct, which does not allow us
to own or operate foreign bank accounts and many other Rigorously benchmark, we
seek your cooperation in this deal to externalize this fund.
We will provide you with the necessary logistics for this project if
you are interested in this deal, please reply to my personal mailbox:
andrew_biko01@yahoo.co.uk

Yours sincerely.
Major Andrew Biko

someone please spam his email address. he deserves it, for crimes against inboxes, grammar and proper capitalization*. and some of the phrases he used belong in an rpg!

oh, and name change notification thing - due to a joke, oreoboy is oreozerg when he's being a... *refrains from saying what "methe"_i called potato king*

*which usually i advocate but for the vacations i write in all lowercase, justine larbalstier-esque-ly.

_i pronounce it mee-thee. it's a translation, more or less, of the first two syllables of her name - the only ones i know how to spell.

While figuring out Very Temporary Sleeping Arrangements

2007-12-18T16:10:00.000-07:00

"I am an adept at sleeping on couches."

Guess the context. No, it's not disgusting or anything like that. But I found it funny.

Mysterious... Thingy... of... thing!

2007-12-14T14:16:00.000-07:00

Well, so, yeah...
I had this mysterious Hanukkah present. Thing. That Dad was on the phone for most of Sunday and Monday trying to finagle. Well, he told me what it is...
I'M GETTING PHOTOSHOP ELEMENTS SIX I'M GETTING PHOTOSHOP ELEMENTS SIX OH YEAH!
(bit of background here - I have been running Photoshop Elements 2 for as long as I've had this computer, pretty much - longer than I've had Seh's trusty tablety sidekick of doom - and boy oh boy was I surprised when I found out there was 5 while reading the comments on Scott Westerfeld's blog while people waited for the Author to post so that they could, theoretically, win a copy of Extras - "I'm downloading a demo of Photoshop Elements 5 while I wait." "I'm having pizza." "Cool, pizza." "Yum." "I'm hungry." "I'm eating popcorn." "Popcorn and bloggery? Party down!" "Wait, Photoshop Elements 5? WOW! What's it like???" "Um, shiny?" - and shiny is good, right? Right?)

A most unaspicious date

2007-12-12T17:23:00.000-07:00

Not that I had a bad day or anything, but I like doing what I refer to as "reducing" numbers, plus I'm a bit Midnighters-obsessed at the moment (Read Scott Westerfeld's books) after having read Touching Darkness (no I don't have the first one. Or Blue Noon) so I've been poking at every number I find - and twelves, twelves, are very very bad.

Look. 12 (day) + 12 (month)= 24 (bad). Now, 24 (=12+12) + 9 (2+0+0+7= 2+7= 9) = 33, and I don't know what I think about 33 - elevens aren't that good, but I stand by my beloved 3s - and - hey! 1+2+2+1= 6 again and... um. Again, don't know much about 6s.
And, for the heck of it (haven't done this yet) let's see...
t-w-e-v-l-e-d-e-c-e-m-b-e-r is 1-2-3-4-5-6 + 2, 4, 6, 8 so that's, ah, fourteen? Not as bad as the rest...
And d-e-c-e-m-b-e-r-t-w-e-l-f-t-h is 8, and, um, and, um (these are really my thought processes as I do this - I wuves math, but this is boring, even if it's numerology, because I can't skip steps because I'm typing them up!) 7, so that's - 15? Don't know anything about 15s.
Still, even if the letter counts result fairly neutral, twelves are icky--

Wait!
*counting occurs*
14+19= 33, again!
15+19=34.
Huh. I still don't like the twelves, though.

(19= number of letters in Two Thousand and Seven that I came up with. I may be wrong, I'm addled at the moment.)

FYI, if you read By Freaks, For Freaks - I have two book reports from English class and on Friday I'm going to write an essay thing on why (well, in some cases middling and higher) YA is preferable to - IMHO - all other age ranges in books. I'll post all three, theoretically, during the vacation, but also during the vacation I have to work on peoples's presents, They are leaving us several projects, and Maestra Olga Español expects me to illustrate my dictionary and work on my book project, too. For the presents, however, I will post the better results here and (hopefully) on DeviantArt. Also, I'm going to digitize some of my better done projects, since the plant one is universally turning brown.
Whee.

W... T... H?!

2007-12-12T17:17:00.000-07:00

Suddenly, I'm getting (for me) record amounts of spam! Holy Goldfish, what in the worlds happened to gMail's most auspicious capacity for finding spam? (not that my accounts've had much practice) This is my second spam email in the last two weeks! I still find them funny though. You see, I've never even been to the UK!

FERENCE NUMBER:UK/786543X4/28
BATCH NUMBER:034/099/YX46
TICKET NUMBER:005-4432-971-878

ONLINE NOTIFICATION
We are pleased to inform you today of the result of the winners of the UK
NATIONAL LOTTERY ONLINE PROMO PROGRAMME, held today .
You have therefore been approved for a lump sum pay out of £1,000,000
(One Million Britain pounds sterlings) in cash credited to file
YL/26510460037/06.
To file for your claim, please contact our claims agent;
Dr. Pinkett Griffin
Email: claimsdepts21@yahoo.de
TELL:+44 7045708136

Provide him with the information below:
1.Full Name:2.Full Address:3.Marital Status:4.Occupation:5.Age:
6.Sex:7.Nationality:8.Country Of Residence:9.Telephone Number:

Congratulations once more from all members and staffs of this program.
Sincerely,
Mrs. Rose Wood

Hm, "Staffs"? *grabs a nine of wands card* *waves a clenched fist over it* *SPARKLIES!!* *she now has nine "staffs"* Like this?

It tasted good.

2007-12-10T16:36:00.000-07:00

"Why do you hate me so? I only burnt your cross... and everything else... and ... cannibalized Jesus..."
"You ate Jesus?"

OreoBoy is over here doing homework

2007-12-10T16:30:00.000-07:00

And we all know that results in great quotes...

OreoBoy: (holding something up) What's this?
Me: (looks at the thing in his hand) That is a potato.
OreoBoy: Oh.

OreoBoy: Wait, dad has an accent but potato doesn't?
Me: Yeah.
OreoBoy: Oh, okay.
Me: Why, did you write that it was your dad pasted to that paper?
OreoBoy: (snerk) (sounding like a kindergardener) Daddy!

OreoBoy: Brocolies are like small bonai trees.

New song

2007-12-08T14:57:00.000-07:00

Ok, I thought this song was pretty silly. Other people thought it was weird. No doubt Ipso will think it too negative. I'm still working on it. In theory it's a duet. And the mouse bit is only a placeholder, seeing as it has the correct number of sylables and the right cadence and rhymes.
Enjoy. (Working title's Doomsday; as soon as homework allows and as I can get Audacity I will post a recording, though vocals only unfortunately.) But here goes nothing:

Doomsday, it's
Doom's day, so
let him have his fun
Today-o,
Doomsday, it's
Doomsday, so
Let him have his fun/(Count slowly to one)
Today-o.

Tomorrow things
will proceed
much as they have before
as long as you
don't go outside
and don't look out the door

Stay away
From doors and windows,
Stay inside the house
Stay away
From the great unwashed
And would you kill that mouse?
For me-o,

Doomsday, it's
Doomsday, so
Let him have his fun
Today-o
Doomsday, it's
Doomsday, so
Let him have his fun / (stay hidden everyone)
Today-o

And by-the-by, happy holidays

2007-12-01T22:28:00.000-07:00

Today I recieved (or at least found out that I had received) my first spam message of this type! The only kinds of spam I have had to date, believe it or not, are the chainmail type that friends pass on. Here, take a look! And with my commentary, too!

Hello,
Do accept my sincere apologies if my mail does not meet your personal ethics although, I wish to use this medium to get in touch with you first because it's fastest means.

"Hello, please accept my apologies because I believe you have no brain. Oh yes, and I lack grammar." (Yes, he/she/it does! Needs it quite badly!)

I am an external auditor of a well known bank here in the United Kingdom. In one of our periodic auditing I discovered dormant accounts with holding balance of 35,700,000 (Thirty Five Million Seven Hundred Thousand British Pounds) which has not been operated for the past three years. From my investigations and confirmations, the owner of this account, a foreigner who died in plane crash in July 19,2003 and since then nobody has done anything as regards the claiming of this money because he has no family members who are aware of the existence of neither the account nor the funds.

The plurals went bye-bye. So did the grammar. And reality. (In war, politics and spam truth is always the first casualty.)

I have secretly discussed this matter with a top senior minister official of the federal ministry of finance here and we have agreed to find a reliable foreign partner to deal with us although due to his position he did not want to take active part but as soon as you follow my instructions everything will be successful because we will be working hand in hand with him. We thus propose to do business with you,standing in as the next of kin of these funds from the deceased and after due legal processes have been followed the fund will be released to your account without delay and we will use it for investment and to assist the less privileged in the society because if we left the fund with the government it will be fortified for nothing and will be used to suppress the poor masses in the society.

Ooh, top senior minister official! Did he label it "top urgent," by any chance?

This transaction is totally free of risk and troubles as the fund is legitimate and does not originate from drug, money laundry, terrorism or any other illegal act. Finally, I will give you 35% for your corporation,5% will be for expenses both parties might have incurred during this process. On receipt of your response I will furnish you with detailed clarification as it relates to this mutual benefit transaction.

The plurals went on vacation again! So did the word "the". Jeez, what does he/she/it think I am? Potato King or something? (please note that Potato King is a jerk in my class and not to be confused with Hycanith Hyatt, the colorblind General of Potatoes of a story of mine.)

I look forward to hear from you as soon as possible if you are interested.

"...in burning me in effigy every 1rst December..."

Regards,

Mr.Martin Bruce.

I only left the name in so that if an email with this name on it gets through your spam filters you can damn it to the firey pits of Hades - or at least of your Spambox!

Moo

2007-11-06T19:00:00.000-07:00

I am sick. Strep throat. This has happened before. "How dreadful," you might say? No, not really. I rather like it. It's my first opportunities at a day or two or - Gods above! Dare I hope? - three off, off from school and off from headaches and off from dealing with the Ki'set'tch* . And it gives me a chance to blog, if I allow some homework to wilt a little.
Enjoy.

*Just in case Blogger re-screws-up my acronym tag, it should say: the idiots, the great unwashed, the useless, the nuisances, the... most of my classmates.

Help!

2007-10-24T10:50:00.000-06:00

Okay, I'm asking anyone wiht relevant info a favor. I'm doing a promocional thing for Espanol? On a city? Well everyone's doing it really, but I picked New York, so if anyone has any info they think I should stick in the the "folleto" then please come forward if you don’t mind me translating it into Spanish. Thanks.

And now for something completely different! Do you think Sakk is a stupid name? (As always I’m working on a new story.)

Did you know?

2007-10-21T14:18:00.000-06:00

Well, my computer's running Windows XP so it might be different for people on different Windowses and it's definitely different for different OSs, but if you delete stuff permanently from the outset, instead of a page flying of it's own accord into a trash can, it's a page crumpling itself up, then turning into a little firework. Cute.
Why am I deleting stuff from the outset? Because I did a really stupid thing, I set a hard drive to back itself up, and said hard drive is now full. So I'm deleting all record of it backing itself up, only Windows wouldn't let me send it to Recycling, so I'm trying to delete it all but my dear Windows is being odd. And here I thought an eighty gig hard drive was the solution to all my problems; now, disillusioned, I wish for a terabyte and a USB hub.

Public Letter thing

2007-10-17T09:45:00.000-06:00

It’s taken me a while to get the news through my very, oh-so-very thick skull, but I’m finally kind of believing that Kirsten Miller’s comment was real (Or someone who knows how to trick blogger… But I’m fairly sure I’m the only one that’s occurred to… it was a fairly good idea… oh well) and if so then I have a question for her, a correction, and a couple quadrillion thanks.
Number one – the question.
Your comment just said email me at kikistrike.com – one problem, no email address given. I was thinking of asking the Webmaster but this works too I guess.
Number two – a correction.
Well, maybe. I don’t live in Mexico City, at the airport of which there were beckoning bookstores but the nasty, nasty escort teachers wouldn’t let me visit, but in a little bookstore-forsaken town with a backwards school system that makes me wish every waking moment I am here I was homeschooled, or at least somewheres with a working computer lab and a foreign language teacher who actually knows her subject. I visited Mexico D.F. for a week. I liked it there, a lot.
Three – thanks.
Yes, please, I would love a copy of the Empress’s Tomb (insert gratuitous exclamation points here) and thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you, thank-you…
I can’t thank you enough.

Okay, and for the rest of you – I figured out one of the tricks to this stupid computer. (I’m on the same one as last time – remember the time with the chairs?) The symbols on the keyboard, to the computer, are shifted to one side, on the shift-version of the number bar. So if I go from 1 to = on SHIFT I get: !”•$%&/()=?¿. In fact, the whole keyboard looks like this:

ª ! ” • $ % & / ( ) = ? ¿ backspace,
º 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 ‘ ¡ backspace,
caps lock A S D F G H J K L Ñ ¨ enter
caps lock a s d f g h j k l ñ enter
shift Z X C V B N M ; : _ shift
shift z x c v b n m , . – shift
ctrl windows alt space alt windows I-don’t-know-what-but-it’s-damn-annoying ctrl.

That would be a diagram of your common Spanish-language keyboard – ONLY THE KEYBOARD ITSELF IS ENGLISH.
(English language keyboard on my laptop:
~ ! @ # $ % ^ & * ( ) _ + backspace home
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 0 - = backspace home
tab Q W E R T Y U I O P { } | PgUp
tab q w e r t y u i o p [ ] \ Pgup
caps A S D F G H J K L : " enter PgDn
lock a s d f g h j k l ; ' enter PgDn
shift Z X C V B N M < > ? Shift End
Shift z x c v b n m , . / shift end
ctrl fn windows alt space alt i-don't-know-what-it-is-but-it's-damn-annoying ins del
arrow keys
So you can see why I'd be having trouble even if it wasn't a Very Perplexed Desktop.)

Aaah!

SinCerely.

Jacket theft foiled!

2007-10-14T17:25:00.000-06:00

Well at the festival which ends today I was carrying around my Olimpiada jacket since the Kamikaze made having a jacket useless (I don't want my jacket soaked in cold sweat, thank-you-very-much-and-have-a-nice-monkey) so then we went on the trampoline only later I was cold, so I went for my jacket only - what the bleepka? - it wasn't there, so I was chanting "oh [expletive] [expletive] [expletive], my mom's gonna kill me if I loose that jacket, my mom's gonna kill me if I loose that jacket then I'll revive me and re-kill me argh! [Expletive]! [Expletive]! I am so DEAD!" ("But, I like you better when you're not dead!" protested OreoBoy. Good to hear!). So, we went through the mandatory 'but I've looked everywhere!'-inducing list of places we'd been. Since the Kamikaze? Um, let's see.... the tin stand of the mayonaise-and-corn-and-churro-and-soda-and-aguas-de-variable-x-vendor-person, and the trampoline. So we went back to the trampoline, and looked, and I thought, well, it isn't on the chair, maybe the lady saw it, or maybe that awful kid who I'd like to introduce to the culinary delights of STCFMBRAAR (Stuff That Causes Fairly Mild But Really Annoying Allergic Reactions) grabbed it, because though he's, like, eight it is a nice jacket. But when we were asking the lady OreoBoy says he saw her pushing something under her shawl, but I think he's showing off, because I saw the swatch of navy as well, and picked at it - much to her chagrin I think - but I for some reason thought my jacket's lining was gray, not white, so I turned to go away and OreoBoy says, 'Hey, what's this?' and grabs it out from under the lady and lo and behold if it isn't glowing slightly weather-beatenly, '[iNitiAlS Of MY StAtE]' on the back!
So now OreoBoy has huge bragging rights, bah.

2007-10-08T09:17:00.000-06:00

Just figured that I´m not at that much risk, because there are people beating on eachoter with chairs -- just found that Draft fixed a sucky feature -- so me not on RedEscolar will be the least of Prof. Reporter´s worries. W00t!

Post from Hell - Oops, I mean School

2007-10-08T09:08:00.000-06:00

Okay. I am writing this at school so I’ve got to be double-quick, and Gods on a pogo stick is that hard when the keyboard is an English one but the computer thinks it’s Spanish. In other words, everything I write gets all messed up.
So. I have not posted, and am sorry. But there’s not much I can do about it right now, as the teacher will be back in T-minus blank, ready to kill me.
Just wanted you to know I haven’t died or anything. And FYI, By Freaks, For Freaks is cool, and that is not self-promotion, as I have not done anything yet. I’m just saying I respect Bloody Awful Poetry, International Mastermind, and Theatre-Teen Vegan, so check the blog out. It posts more often than here, too.
Oh. And Potato, who is sitting behind me RIGHT NOW so I have to invent a pseudo on the fly, is the KING of IDIOTS. Yes, the KING. He’s THAT stupid.
(No, formatting is NOT working for this gods-forsaken machine. Because it SUCKS!)

Template Issues

2007-09-14T18:50:00.000-06:00

Well, I've switch'd to a slightly nicer Thisaway Rose, the pink version of IRCaF!'s. I might switch to Ms. Moto, but if you see Minima, that is my very vague base, it will mean I really am working on this template thing.
And then you will see something completely different!
Well, not really. Raining Noodles readers will recognize some of it, as I admire the color-coding, the minimalism, and it is a complete coincidence that it will all be Lucida Sans Unicode (Vitally different from Lucida Sans, at least to a semi-typography geek like me who id's fonts on sight.) - it's unicode, after all.

[Update] I switched to something completely different! Sentients, say hello to Son of Moto, also known as Attack of the Green, or at least thus I have coined it. Enjoy. This gives no hint of my neeeeew plaans! Mwahahaha! [/Update but not Insanity]

Content salvage

2007-09-14T18:28:00.000-06:00

It's high time to blawg in Spanish, so I'm scrapping the Windows Space I was previously using as a rarely-updated diary of my flounderings as an awkward writer. In it is preserved three okay pages of writing, and one title and URL which unless the people who wrote the thing that inspired it want it, I want I want I want. I still love the URL 14by19ftdragons and the title The Surface Area of Dragons: The Evolution of a Writer. I may have to revive it, but when I have more time.
So: Content salvage. There are three posts of five worth saving. Here they are.

From April 9th:
Title: Drabbles on Seradoc and the nature of gods vs. mortals.
Text:

Newest writings/drabbles: three pages in the Dæ^hishara multiverses written last night- a dialog between Seradoc and a rather snippy Tabita; something on the eyes of gods moving onto how said eyes influence the fact that a ridiculous amount of girls fall for said cat god; and something that starts as a note of Seradoc's habit of tangling the strings of the fates which, among other things, produces people torn between realms, moving onto the impossibility of justice for those people.
"She loves you," Tabita didn't have to say. She did, though. If she didn't, things might've been different. "We both know what will happen."
"Do tell," Seradoc said sharply. His voice, though calm, was icy; his hands clenched behind his back, which she could've seen: he wouldn't face her. But she didn't; she didn't need to. She made a note of it for future reference.
"She'll have her 'love', for a while," she continued, her voice brittle. "You'll have to go - she'll understand, of course - there will be tears - reassurances - cliches.
"Eventually you'll be gone for good, and her world will end up with a few more heroes; I can't see why we need so many. Humans just can't seem to work out their own affairs.
"That's how it always ends up, isn't it?"
"We're a dying breed, Tabita," he said distantly, looking somewhere else, sometime else perhaps. "The worlds need more gods that don't depend upon belief as we do. Humans don't want to believe anymore. It's dangerous to their comfort... and to their sanity."
"Which is?" Tabita couldn't help asking. "To believe, or not to believe?"
"Both..." His reply came distantly to her still-human ears. The man she had been talking to wasn't there any more. A black cat in a hurry pushed past her ankles.
"You just keep telling yourself that," she instructed the empty air.
"And I rather pity her, when it all comes down to emotions," she added some time later, in case he would deign to hear. "I must be too compassionate. I can't imagine how Hera must've felt, I really can't."

This one I have some idea of what to do with: it may be the vision that will distract Elshara so she can run into the cart and find the paper that, by all accounts, should've turned to mush on which the title of the series is written. The others I am less sure what to do with; 3 may be something Tabita says, it sounds a bit like her. But to who? I need Elshara to know it...

There is a certain quality in the eyes of gods that those of undiluted mortals simply can't compare to, and which is rather hopeless to describe.
There are eternities of history that they could change at will to fit their fancies spoken of in those eyes; shifting stars that can and have ensnared people, humans the most; make them ridiculously happy or cause utter despair. Their eyes have too much power for their own good, and often act on intentions and impulses in the younger gods who haven't learned to control them yet. Younger relatively, of course; though some act like children at times the utter inhumanity (to humans, of course) is glaringly obvious and rather disturbing: these, though they may take familiar shapes, do not play by the same rules we do.
Therefore, it really isn't surprising how, despite her best efforts - or perhaps because of them: I cannot fathom gods' minds, I merely create and transcribe them - Elshara fell head-over-heels for a god who, among other things, was her perhaps not-so-distant ancestor.
Many girls did, would, could and most likely will fall for him, ancestor or not.
It was in many cases not only utterly improper and rather unwise, of course, but rather impossible to boot.
I very much doubt he minds.

This is an important drabble, but I have honestly no idea where to put it. I love it; it's a perfect example of what my writing aspires to be, and imho, it's pretty good to boot. Maybe it'll get me a book deal (hint, hint, nudge, nudge)? There, in one sentence, is outlined the dream of all obsesionists of at least one canon, - possibly excluding major religions but I can never be sure - the fantasy ones are the best inspiration in that respect, I've found.

Seradoc has an unfortunate habit of going and playing with the strings of the Fates. When they come to be angry in his general direction for the frazzled and pocketed mess he has turned one of their tapestries into - pulling and clawing and unraveling- he will look up with a wide-eyed guiltless expression (when it comes to looking guiltless, even toddlers and kittens cannot compete to him) - as if he honestly doesn't know why he is being bustled out by a huffy Fate. He will be back. Cats are like that, and at heart he is a cat, even if he often favors human form; the result of the unravelings that great cat does are many of the inconsistencies of history. They ofter appear sarcastic.
One cannot expect gods to act by the same varying standards of decency one can expect of mortals; to judge a god by the same standards as a mortal would not only be unfair, it would be downright foolish.
Woe betides those who are caught between the worlds. No one can judge them rightly; all judgements passed upon them are wrong.
Justice is a laughable mockery, my dear.

I think I should have Tabita tell Elshara this: I can imagine her saying most of it, but... when in the seven hells would she have the opportunity though? I don't want to mess around with my own canon.

Title: They're REAL
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During a recent RP (the pictures are in your heaaaaaad...) I had my character summon all of the Dæ^hishara gods. It nearly killed her, she had a fangirl fit and though Tabita managed to deck the bad guy with a cello, he's still out there...
My character had a fangirlish fit for a good reason.
I've summoned them. There's no going back.

They're REAL now...

This may seem like a mere flight of fancy, but I can feel that it's ever so much more. I think I'm caught in something rather more powerful then even I; I say I'm powerful because these gods I made? They were able to hit what was essentially a devil over the head with a cello.
Summoning takes an amazing amount of energy, but since it was only a game I didn't in a million years expect to be tired. But I'm nearly exhausted. It's probably nullified a bit because others tried to take some of it, but... ye gods.
What in the seven hells am I, that I'm able to do this?

There you go. I'm sorry, the formatting sucks, I know.

And I'm sorry, I'm a miserable slacker. Today we had an odd day though, so I'll try to catch up on blogging today and tommorrow, perhaps even introduce my dear Ipso Facto, an entirely new and unmentioned character who, I bet, would not recognize Ipso Facto's own self if presented with my point of view.

Hurricanes, Hurricanes, Hurricanes!

2007-09-04T15:24:00.000-06:00

I've heard it's ran aground now but there's still quite a lot of wind and stuff. Glee. And Felix might cross over the skinny bit of Central America and give us grief. That would be pretty insulting; who wants a secondhand hurricane?
Well, as long as I'm talking 'bout weather, just warning you, I might go AWOL for a while. Jeez that's a lot of wind.
And while we're on weather Sunday we had an earthquake! Check Dad's blog for the details that I am too lazy to post at the minute. I'll give you my views and some info if I can dig it up... Later!

PS- You might wonder why I'm using this lousy Minima template (I mean, no offense to the Minima guy, but it is not bubbly. At all.). Well, it's homework and laziness and the fact that a template is a work of several days while since I have been forbidded from hibernation of the Cattop, my work is restricted to one day, then start from scratch. Neh.
I've been trying to at least get the parts of the layout I've got to do in blogger's imperfect, bogus WYSIWYG to work, but they won't. Baaaaah.
Just overheard: "C'mere, Estrella!"
(Estrella is my doggy)
"C'mere, girl! C'mon!"
*Estrella runs away*
"No, Estrella, come-!"
*Estrella's out in the rain*
And despite what it may look like, Estrella is not stupid. Far from it. She's pretty darn smart. She thought she was in trouble is all.

PPS- This wind is so strong, even the screen that actually fits in the window blew out. Although it had been dislodged once today already. Funny story behind that. I'll tell you later. It's kind of long.

Chains of fools?

2007-09-04T10:13:00.000-06:00

I usually ignore the mail in the hotmail address I use for IMing. This is because it is filled with epic proportions of junk and spam. You'd think I plastered my email everywhere. But no. This is the work of my classmates.
So I finally did something I've been wanting to for a long, long time (I'll do the English version later. Go, Innovator Cosima!) - I started a Chain against Chain Mail. Or tDoaC (mirrors my worlds' names, doesn't it? My worlds are tDoaS, becuase if the stories keep expanding at this rate they'll implode upon themselves. "When you're ten miles up, and you're coming down you won't feel a thing when you hit the ground"* but it will sure make a momentous splat. I bet the world - or at least I - would majorly feel it.) - the Death of all Chains, which may be the title of the English version I have yet to do.
Let me know if anyone's done this before, but I'm fairly proud of it.
Spanish version, for anyone quien hable casteliano (or just plain spanish)

No te molesta cuantos cadenas te han mandando todo el tiempo? Preguntas a tus amigos que no lo hagan, pero todavia los envian.
He decidido que ya es el tiempo a pelear al fuego con fuego.
Y por eso estoy empezando una cadena contra cadenas.
No prometo suerte, amor, ni nada mas que, a lo mejor, un dia, ya no hubiera cadenas, solo personas conversando en lugar que no utilizar su email porque estan tan enfadados de cadenas.
Si estas conmigo en esto, pon el nombre con cual te quieres identificar abajo (y, si te antoja, tu pais o continente, o... algo de informacion) y envialo a los que piensas que lo apreciarian, y a el o ella quien te lo envio para que ellos saben que lo soportas. A lo mejor ellos lo regresarian a mi, para que veo como va mi proyecto.
Suerte!
Cosima Rose, 4 de Septiembre del 2007

1. Cosima Rose, Mexico.
2.

So, are you with me?
Spanish speakers: take one down, pass it around, plenty of anti-chain** left on the e-wall.
Hey, it doesn't have that much ring to it, but it's a good cause: the extinction of chain mail that is stupid, misspelled, and just wants you to forward it and - as one of the ones I came across said - press F6 to see the name of your true love. Yeah, right! What does F6 do? I only know F4, which a friend of mine pressed once when some guy on an RPG said it would get you a zillion gold.
He shut the window and lost all his progress.
Bitter fruit of the crazy-chain people. Time to fight fire with fire. I'm quite aware that this may sound like I've finally not only gone 'round the bend, but circled back and passed by again, but I am SERIOUS. And seriously ANNOYED.

English coming soon.

*Jonathan Coulton, "Pull the String", The Thing A Week Project. It be awesome. It belongs to him.
**Think anti-client, as in So Yestarday, as in Scott Westerfeld.

[UPDATE at 11:17AM on the same day] It is so pathetic that I was amazed that I managed to get my unread mail count below 100. Under fifty and I think I'm dreaming. This is what I'm trying to stop. I have friends who are SUPER mad at me because I haven't answered them, it's because I avoid that email like the plauge. THIS HAS TO STOP. [/UPDATE and RANT]

If you value your braincells don't read this.

2007-09-04T09:23:00.000-06:00

But this is an example of what I'm trying to stop. I back-posted for formatting purposes.

OMGOSH!! IM MOVING TO JAPAN IM NOT KIDDING!! :,( I CANT STOP CRYING!!

!!LOL!!JUST KIDDING!!LOL!!

ITS PRETTY FUNNY THAT YOU OPENED THIS because in the next seven days you will:
1. Have someone fall in love with you
2. Find a $20.00 bill on the ground
3. Make-out with the person you like
4. Your best friend will get you a really nice gift
BUT...
first you will have to repost this with of this title: IM moving to Japan (or a random state/province) Repost this and see how many people you scare!
No Send Backs! TAG UR IT!! This is so scary. Send this to 10 people in the next 143 min. When you are done press F6 and your crushes name will appear on the screen in big letters. This is scary cuz it works!! if you break the chain you will have problems with relationships for the next 5 years JUST COPY AND PASTE!!!>>NO FORWARDS!!!!

Admitedly I would like to see peoples' reactions if I said I'M MOVING TO ... um ... random place, random place... FINLAND! I bet no one would believe me. Maybe New York City they would, they know how I'm obsessed with my imagined idea of it. But I am not a hypocrite.
*sigh* this tDoaC thing is complicating everything.

But you know what's worse than just sending them, which can ocasionally be fun though in bulk is just annoying? I know someone who we shall call Translator. Not only does Translator pass them, Translator translates them to double or triple the infection.
EEEVIL!

RAIN!

2007-09-04T08:27:00.000-06:00

Isn't it the best smell in the world? Air actually smells tolerable, and you can breathe without it being bogusly hard - which it nearly always is for me, I have some unknown and unacknowledged respiratory thingy - it's as if even though there's 100-per humidity, if you take all the, well, you know, water aka rain out of the equation it's more like 35-per, and it smells. So. Wonderful.
This is my backwards way of telling you the hurricane has hit and I have no school because, um, yeah. There's still electricity though.
On my dad's blog you can see the trajectories. Not giving you a link though. Seek and you shall find! *snerk*
Okay, mom wants the compu now.

No Comment

2007-09-03T15:22:00.000-06:00

I'm really sorry about the neglect to this blog, but here's why I haven't been posting:
Homework. Homework. Homework. And then, when I'm wiping the sweat from this awful weather off my brow, whaaaat?! pounces?
SCHOOL! And it's another day when they can leave us homework.
Speaking of which, I've got to go do it.
Aaaargh!!!

C is fitting

2007-08-21T17:19:00.000-06:00

Aaah! School! Run away from the evility! I'm in 1rst grade of 2nd-aria! (And you get a carrot if you figure that out. I don't expect anyone to though. Because, you know... I don't have a carrot?)
Well so I did a lot of classhopping but ended up in C. Which is fitting you know. Y el que no adivine porque es un burro cabeson.

On another subject I am considering changing the sub-domain to nuclearpeanutbutter because I love that phrase, so Copyright Lords willing it'll get done sooner or later.

The origins of remotely foodlike substances

2007-08-21T16:34:00.000-06:00

The memorable phrase comes from an argument about whether you can eat something that isn't food or whether if you can eat it and it doesn't kill you, it's food (what doesn't kill me makes me stronger...). The argument ended, if memory serves, as such arguments often do: "Leave it at 'remotely foodlike substances'! I'm hungry! Will you go to the store?"
And therefore since them, mere "I'm hungry." "What do you want to eat?" "Uh.... foood!" convos won't cut it. This is now commonplace:

"I'm hungry."
"What do you want to eat?"
"Food."
"Don't think we have much of that."
"(and this is a chef's house!) Um... remotely foodlike substances then?"
"Here's paper..."

Thought You Ought to Know

1995-08-02T17:40:00.000-06:00

In almost exactly 24 hours, I will be born.