Look, I do write! I **do**!

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.

Problems.

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!!

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!

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!

removing programs... sort of?

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!

A most unaspicious date

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.

It tasted good.

"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

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

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

Did you know?

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.

RAIN!

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.