August 31, 2002

Random thought while watching AMC tonight...

You know what I think would be funny? Dress up in a Rocky Horror Picture Show costume. A really really good one. Ideally, be a guy and dress up as Frank. Then when you get to whatever theatre is showing RHPS, get in line to buy your ticket. When you get to the window, say:

"I'd like one for the midnight showing of Spy Kids 2, please."

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August 27, 2002

And you all must go

And you all must go here and give my kittens the 10s they deserve.

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August 25, 2002

5am...

5am is a lonely time. Not quite as lonely as 4am, but still lonely. I have, of course, been awake all night, mostly goofing off. I've done a little housework, played with the cats, watched a lot of bad TV. Sleep? Yeah, maybe eventually.

It's a quiet time, even an apartment building. I haven't heard any noise from my neighbors in hours, not even water running.

Daylight always comes as a surprise when I stay up all night. It's like, one minute it's nighttime, the next minute there's a sunrise outside my window and I can hear the birds singing. If I've stayed up all night to accomplish something (like say, writing a paper), this is where I start to panic, particularly if I haven't finished. If I stayed up all night when I shouldn't (like if I have class or work in two hours or so), this is also when I start to panic.

Of course, if I have nothing at all going on the next day, this is when I wonder to myself, "Why the fuck did I stay up all night?"

Why the fuck did I stay up all night?

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This is one of the

This is one of the cutest, sweetest things I've seen in a long while. Rob has the second cutest child on the planet. After Justin, of course.

(If you follow the above link, be prepared, it's a big movie file, but if you like cute kids, well worth it.)

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August 24, 2002

Dude. Not only is New

Dude. Not only is New Zealand Middle Earth, but they have an official national wizard too.

He became Wizard of Christchurch in 1980, and a decade later was officially appointed New Zealand's first wizard by Mike Moore, prime minister at the time.

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August 23, 2002

Don't ask how we got

Don't ask how we got here.

Haylon says "God slobber is nasty."
Haylon puts his face in his hand.
Cinderella blinks at Haylon.
Cinderella falls out of her chair.
Haylon says "Dog."
Haylon says "DOG slobber is nasty."
Haylon says "God slobber... well, depends on the God."

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Somebody tell me I'm not

Somebody tell me I'm not crazy. I keep seeing this commercial on Comedy Central, and I have NO IDEA what it's for. It's a series of almost random shots, an eclipse, a computer generated burning tree, a woman from several different angles. The voiceover says something that sounds like "before you die, you see the ring" or something. Has anyone else seen this, or do they just play it late late at night to fuck with the insomniacs? Internet searches have not been helpful, because I don't have much text to search with. Anybody know what this is an ad for? Anybody?

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August 22, 2002

Which Princess Bride Character are

Buttercup

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
this quiz was made by mysti
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Do I really need to say anything further?

Kitty hug!
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August 21, 2002

It's truer than I'd like to admit...


I'm Velma, which ambiguous dyke are you? Quiz by Turi.
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Pooka has a new obsession.

Pooka has a new obsession. It's a game called, "Give the Baby a Bath Until He Cries". Seriously. This cat is now obsessed with giving Rumpus a bath. Every time he walks past her. She sometimes pins him down with one paw and washes him until he starts crying and squirming to get free. I'm thinking this has got to be maternal behavior, right? Normally he doesn't seem to mind, but he doesn't like his ears washed. It's just funny when he comes to me and his fur is all damp.

There is some serious cat cuteness going on in this house.

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August 20, 2002

Yearning

I spend a lot of my time focusing on sex. Odd, I know, for someone who hasn't had it in four years. But I focus on it. Not just masturbation (although that's part of it), and not pornography or anything like that, just... passion. I think at times that I long for it desperately, and that I'm miserable without it.



I don't believe that's true anymore.



I went and saw "Possession" today. Lovely movie. I'm looking forward to reading the book. But when it ended, I was unbelievably sad and a little empty. Sitting watching the credits, I realized it's not sex that I want so badly. It's romance. Big, sweeping, irrational, unrealistic romance like what you see in the movies. I've written about these unrealistic expectations before.



What I want goes beyond just a relationship, beyond just someone to date. I want a true love, I suppose. Really, the sort of relationship I want doesn't exist anymore, if it ever really did. A part of me really wants that sort of lovely, tortured, Victorian sort of romance, where words mean more than what they seem, where every look has power.



A part of me wants to try writing something like this, but I know I can't. I can't write romance in any of my stories, not from a female perspective. Oddly, I've managed quite nicely from the male perspective (I think, at least). But to write from the female perspective seems too personal, too close. I'm afraid that it would, rather than seeming real, seem obviously autobiographical in a way that always makes me groan when I see other writers doing it. I've had some folks tell me that the main character of The Host seems very autobiographical in that way, and it makes me crazy, because it wasn't intentional, and I can't unmake what she is. (It's worth noting though, the romance I intended for her in the novel came out horribly, so badly I'm considering cutting it.)



I keep being reminded of a quote from Moulin Rouge, one that's stuck with me from the first time I saw the movie. Toulouse says, "Christian, you may see me only as a drunken, vice-ridden gnome whose friends are just pimps and girls from the brothels. But I know about love, if only because I long for it with every fiber of my being." I don't look like someone with an intensely romantic heart. Or maybe I do and I'm fooling myself, but I don't think I do. I tend to hide it from my friends, even, to put up a front of cynicism about all things romantic, or to hide it behind pure horniness.



I want to be yearned for. Particularly if 'yearned' sounds the way it only can when pronounced in an English accent. I don't necessarily mean I want to be the princess in the tower, waiting for rescue, or anything. In fact, I particularly don't want that. I don't know how to describe what I want. Saying that it's all sex is easy. If I really wanted to, even I could find someone to have sex with, if I just wanted a one-time thing, but that's not who I am.



And that's not what I really want.

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August 19, 2002

Memes R Us

Ugh. Headache won't go away. I was planning to do all sorts of stuff today, but it didn't happen. Tomorrow, I hope.

On the kitten front, Pooka decided today that Rumpus needed a bath, so she held him down and washed him. It was incredibly cute. Rumpus looked like a kid getting his face washed by his mom with a spit-covered kleenex. They're getting along remarkably well. Now if Rumpus can just get over his tummy problems I can safely let him roam the house without following him...

Fictional Characters You Would Most Likely...

Spend the rest of my life with in perfect bliss:

Oy, I'm ashamed to admit to this one, but... Jake's husband Elathan--without a doubt one of the most romantic, lovely roleplaying characters I've ever seen. Let's just say there's a reason why this lithograph hung on my wall until it fell apart, and why I'm thinking of buying another copy to replace it.
Although, I'd settle for Aragorn.

Have an emotionally void but wicked hot one-night stand with:

Gabriel Bowman from Witchblade (the TV series)
Actually, almost any of the pretty boys from that show

Set up with my best friend:

All of my closest friends are taken or married. But if they weren't? Hm. Male: Alan Pangborn from various Stephen King Castle Rock books. Female: Heh. I'd set Brand up with one of my roleplaying characters, probably either Jake or Marisol. He'd like that.

Get wasted with:

Anita Blake, except she doesn't drink, apparently.
Heehee, the hobbits from LOTR.

Employ as a live-in masseuse:

Heh, all the people I can think of here aren't fictional. Actors yes, characters no. Oh, I lied. Oded Fehr's character in The Mummy and The Mummy Returns. Put him in just about any of the categories on here, in fact. Lord.

Use as a human pillow (or footstool):

Legolas, as played by Orlando Bloom

Bring home to meet the 'rents:

Richard, from the Anita Blake books

Tie up in your basement and kick when you're feeling frustrated:

Raina, again from the Anita Blake books

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August 15, 2002

Graceful?

Rumpus needs to learn to stop pouncing at everything headfirst. From under the bed I hear *scrabble scrabble scrabble* followed by a hollow *bonk* as his head hit one of the railings. He pounces the reflection in the mirror -- *bonk*. He jumps about playing with one of his toys and doesn't see the wall in front of him -- *bonk*.

I've had him out all morning, and he and Pooka seem to be getting along pretty well. At one point this morning, Pooka came tearing into the living room, chased by Rumpus. About thirty seconds later, Rumpus dashed back to the bedroom, Pooka hot on his tail. It's interesting to watch Pooka set the guidelines for what's acceptable kitten behavior and what isn't. Pouncing at her is fine; pouncing ON her is not. No major skirmishes yet, cause Rumpus seems to be a quick learner.

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August 13, 2002

Whaddya think of Rumpus for

Whaddya think of Rumpus for a kitty name? My user icon, by the way, is a picture of him peeking at me over the bathtub rim. :)

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Okay, at the risk of

Okay, at the risk of this becoming a kitten blog... Rumpus (is that his name? I'm starting to think so) thinks there are three cats in the house. Himself, Pooka, and the little black kitten he keeps bumping his head trying to pounce. You know, the one in the mirror.

Also, I think I'm going to need to kittenproof my cabinets. I went into the bathroom to see him a few minutes ago, and he was nowhere. Not behind the toilet, not in the bathtub, not anywhere. Then I notice that one of the cabinets is cracked open. I look inside, and amidst the new mess there, are two big eyes peeking out at me. I'm so in love. :)

Pooka remains unconvinced. She isn't hissing and growling as much, but she's watching. Closely. In case that little black furball starts causing trouble. Whenever he's out of the bathroom playing, she goes in and gives everything a thorough sniffing. Food, litterbox, bed, everything. Interestingly, she hasn't tried to eat the food. I figure she's maybe trying to get used to his scent? I'm assuming she realizes he's a baby cat, but that may be assuming too much...

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Here's me, unsurprised


If I lived in Middle-Earth, it would be in:
Lothlorien or Rivendell

You prefer the tranquilty and peacefulness of nature and enjoy the milder seasons of the year. While you know it is necessary to keep in contact with other living beings, most of the time you enjoy the seclusion of an aesthetically pleasing, woodland environment.

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Look at this little guy,

Look at this little guy, will you?


The


His legs are as big around as my fingers and are twice as long as his torso is tall. He's the gangliest kitten I've ever seen. Pooka still doesn't know what to think. She hisses and growls, but not as much as last night. Mostly now she just watches. And if he starts making noise in the bathroom (playing or meowing), she goes and stares at the door. I'm hoping maybe she won't hate him after all.

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August 12, 2002

Poor little nameless kitten. He

Poor little nameless kitten. He wants so badly to play and cuddle with Pooka, but every time he tries to go near her, she hisses and growls low in her throat. I think she's jealous--she gets especially pissy if I'm petting him or holding him at the time.

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Er... okay.


What kith are you? Find out here.

In other news, I have the kitten. :) Name suggestions are still welcome.

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All righty, I need some

All righty, I need some help here folks. Here's a picture of the new little guy. What should I name him?

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Once again, I'm still awake.

Once again, I'm still awake. Thinking about trying to start taking melatonin or something, just to fix my sleep cycle. Of course, I'm tired as hell, but when I try to go to sleep my brain won't shut up about all the things I need to get done and all the things I should be worried about. Anxiety sucks.

Still thinking about kitten names. Penumbra is rising high on the list at the moment. I had a friend with a black kitten named Penumbra, and I thought it was the coolest thing. Anyway, here's some quizzes I stole from .


An aspiring film-maker, you're rarely seen without your trusty
camera. Try living life for a while instead of just observing it.

Take the RENT personality quizlet here!

Take the Greek Goddess Test @ Rasberry Rain

I WAS A GIFTED CHILD
i had my niche.
intelligent. creative. or artistic.
what kind of child were you?
(brought you by april)
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August 11, 2002

I go to pick up

I go to pick up my new kitten tomorrow afternoon. :) I adopted him on Saturday, when I took Pooka to the vet. I hadn't really planned on it, but the kittens were so cute, and I really did want to get a kitten back when I adopted Pooka... The clinic named him Cornelius. He's eight weeks old and black with big gray eyes. I need another name for him, I think, perhaps in keeping with the faerie/mythology motif. Or with a roleplaying motif. So far the names that have been suggested/considered are Piskie, Ragabash, Magpie, Selkie, Bagheera, Nocker, Gremlin. I'm also sitting here remembering that a friend of mine once had a black kitten named Penumbra. Hm. That one might win out. Maybe I should have a Name the Kitten contest? :)

Wondering how Pooka's going to react to no longer being the only cat in the house. Kinda hoping she'll get all maternal on the little guy. God knows I am.

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August 10, 2002

Kittenness!

Perhaps this is me trying to pull myself out of the funk I've been in for the past several weeks. I can live with that. I took Pooka to the vet today because she's been scratching at her chin a lot lately. Turns out she's got acne. Aroo? I didn't know cats got acne! Anyway, the cat clinic also has a large adoption program -- that's where I got Pooka, in fact. And today, they had (*gasp*) KITTENS! So while Pooka cried and whined in her cat carrier, I looked at the kittens. Several of them stole my heart away, but the biggest thief was a little black 8 week old named Cornelius. I picked him up and he absolutely sprawled in my arms and purred loud enough to hear across the lobby, looking up at me with big grayish eyes. So I adopted him. I could've brought him home today, but I'm not quite ready. No supplies for an extra cat, and things are kinda messy. I'd lose him under a pile of homework! But I'm picking him up Monday. This makes me absurdly happy. I've wanted to get a second cat ever since I got Pooka.

I think I need a better name than Cornelius though. I'd like to stick with the faerie motif, maybe, or maybe go with a White Wolf splat motif -- which Bastets are the panthery ones? I'd considered Brownie, but that would confuse the mundanes because he's black. ;) Heh. I should do some faerie mythology research...

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August 08, 2002

Fuck.

5:30 am. I'm awake. Still. Did I write my paper? No. Did I start it? No. What the fuck is wrong with me? I sat here all day like a huge lump, when I wasn't sleeping on the couch. Is this depression again? I don't know for sure. I think it's a big delayed funk from losing my job and missing people I shouldn't be missing.

I think I'm going to have to email my prof and beg for mercy, then spend the weekend pulling myself back together. This up until sunrise every night shit has to STOP. And I, uh, NEED to start going to class again. Jesus. Did I mention my apartment's a mess right now too? I know if I can get the apartment cleaned, that'll make a huge difference here.

Writing? Oh yeah. Need to do that too. Fuck, I want my laptop back.

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August 07, 2002

You are 52% geekYou are

You are 52% geek
You are a geek. Good for you! Considering the endless complexity of the universe, as well as whatever discipline you happen to be most interested in, you'll never be bored as long as you have a good book store, a net connection, and thousands of dollars worth of expensive equipment. Assuming you're a technical geek, you'll be able to afford it, too. If you're not a technical geek, you're geek enough to mate with a technical geek and thereby get the needed dough. Dating tip: Don't date a geek of the same persuasion as you. You'll constantly try to out-geek the other.
Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com


Intuition. Insight. Emotions. Feelings.
Take the quiz.


You are Richard, Anita's ex-fiancee. She kinda left you after she saw you eat someone. Despite the whole "eating someone" thing, you're a pretty nice guy: teacher, philanthropist, outdoorsy, and all around good-guy. However your boy-scout principles can get you and the people you're supposed to protect in trouble.
Which Anita Blake Character Are You?

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You are Richard, Anita's ex-fiancee.



You are Richard, Anita's ex-fiancee. She kinda left you after she saw you eat someone. Despite the whole "eating someone" thing, you're a pretty nice guy: teacher, philanthropist, outdoorsy, and all around good-guy. However your boy-scout principles can get you and the people you're supposed to protect in trouble.
Which Anita Blake Character Are You?

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"Let's hunt some orc." *gleeful

"Let's hunt some orc."

*gleeful cackle*

I have my precious on DVD now, oh yes, I do.

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August 06, 2002

Called Gateway about the computer

Called Gateway about the computer cord. The 'real human with half a clue' never bothered to place the order for my power cord. So supposedly I should get it within the next day or so. We'll see.

In OTHER news though, I got my copy of the LOTR DVD, so I'm off to drown myself in it for a couple of hours. :)

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August 05, 2002

Someone's dumped sleeping gas into

Someone's dumped sleeping gas into my apartment today. I couldn't sleep last night -- which has been a trend lately. Instead, I fell asleep at around 4:30 or 5 am, and slept blissfully through until 10:30, meaning I missed my class again. Then I managed to wake up long enough to eat breakfast, after which I promptly fell asleep again. I've spent most of the day asleep. Even now I want to go sleep some more. This is how days and nights get turned around. :P

I desperately need to clean my apartment, as well, but if I can't stay awake long enough to read, how can I stay awake long enough to clean? Feh. In a rut and I gotta get out.

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August 03, 2002

Still no computer cord. I

Still no computer cord. I have the battery, but of course it isn't charged.

But that's not what I came here to tell you. I saw Signs today. Whoa. Scary stuff, right there. I liked, very much.

That's not what I cam here to tell you either. Among the previews I saw (saw The Two Towers trailer again, whee!), was one that absolutely had my jaw dropping. I sat there staring at the screen waiting to hear what the movie was. To my shame, it was this. Is Disney on its way back? The idea sounds utterly retarded, but Jesus, the stuff that was on that movie screen...

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