Codename: Bandit |9:44 AM|
My mother rescued a cat. A kitten, really, that had apparently been bumped by a car. The kitten's legs had been messed up badly by the impact, but not permanently maimed. His tail was bent by the impact, and he was very scared and angry. He now spends most of his time hiding under things, and hissing. But he stops hissing when you put him in your lap and he'll go to sleep, right in your lap. He's such a cute bugger. We're looking for a home for Mr. Tough Guy. My little sister has nicknamed him Bandit, because of his black mask face, but I think whoever gets him will be able to name him whatever they want.
These comments work. Probably. ->
(0) comments
Friday, May 16, 2003
|11:14 PM|Vorpal had his official graduation on friday. I was damned busy while moving, and several of Vorpal's other friends were occupied, like leaving town. Vorpal seemed bummed about the lack of celebration. AcidsCraze, Dante, and I suprised Vorpal at his apartment with gifts and cards. I believe mine was a blank sunflower card, with a picture of a snake drawn in Strong Bad style (S and more different S) with "OMG SNAKE LOL". We got him to dress up in his robes, though. He felt enough gratitude at our outpouring of love and generosity to don his silly costume. Vorpal Robes And Again
|10:25 AM|This post has finally been edited to include the images I promised. I'll take this time to post images from the camera of various animals and other creatures I ran into recently.
Outside Korea house (Which has excellent Sushi) There were toads, singing to each other.
The next morning, Portal and I went out for breakfast at Magnolia Cafe, which is a nice (sometimes) place to purchase French toast. While wandering around outside, we came across a baby grackle that had apparently jumped out of the nest. We didn't want to touch the little guy since it was possible momma or poppa was watching, and waiting to get him back.
Later that evening we saw the LadeeLeroy show. The posters were neato, but we were unable to snag one of them. I spoke to LL and she said that she had to end up stealing one herself from a coffee shop she frequents. She gave me permission to go gank one from where ever I could.
This is a picture of the view I have out my window at my new apartment. It's a solid brick wall, which can be described as "cozy". Portal says she might paint me a sky. I've got two windows, so I'll probably put the sky in one and leave the other cozy. More details as they emerge.
My love of batoids. |9:53 AM| Are there such things as fetal sharks? I've never heard the term shark eggs, so I would assume. This started off as a "conversation breaker". It's a discussion you can have with certain people, something that messes with their heads. It's a "wait a second....where DO sharks come from?" No one believes those tales of a submersible stork bringing bundles of carnivorous joy to underwater couples.
After some research (Whereupon I cam across the word "batoids" to describe skates and manta rays. Status: Alright.) I have found that a large number of sharks give live births, that the mother has this pouch to contain her offspring, complete with umbilical chord.
Wacky.
Machine |11:44 AM|
Big suprise, I take a drug called Effexor. It works by affecting serotonin and norepinephrine levels in my head. It's an anti-depressent, but I wasn't just depressed, I was also extremely happy. But going from depressed to whatever at the drop of a hat isn't healthy.
Readers from a while back know that if I go off the drugs, I've got about 24-36 hours before bad shit starts to happen. Headaches -> loss of orientation -> REALLY BAD HEADACHES -> dunno. The issue I have, is that at one point I was off my drugs for 3 days. I just happened to spend a lot of time around Portal. I felt fine, but after I left, the headaches kicked in immediately. Withdrawl was sudden and very painful. Being around her was having the same effect as mood altering drugs. Emotions are mechanical, a complex interaction of chemicals, and apparently nothing more. I find that depressing, though I understand the truth at the heart of it. This is not to say that emotions mean any less, or that how I feel about someone is devalued. It just takes a little while for it to all sink in.
Give Rilo Kiley a shot. I'm also getting into an Emo (GAH!) band called "The Exit".
Your party has gained an item |9:48 PM|
New edit. The computer is mostly functional it was a grounding of the power supply issue. Thank goodness.
I'm dealing with replacing the powersupply in a computer. So far I have swapped the motherboard, and the powersupply.Given the chance, I would murder every human being at the electric company with my bare hands.
At this point, after a couple hours of work, I posted my question to a hardware forum. The most promising answers involved a grounding issue with the power supply itself. One of the tests involved fooling the power supply into turning on, with the use of a paper clip.
I do not have any paper clips. Attemps to build a paper clip out of a wire hanger with my leatherman resulted in hand injuries, and the bit of wire did not do the trick anyway. This post is about the search for a paper clip in my apartment.
Items found while seeking a paper clip:
A birthday party whistle
A lava lamp replacement bulb
Marknet box that is very dead (Black)
a crapload of screws
A guitar pick
Small geode (uncut)
That dart that went missing
My chopstick that is part of a pair of which the other is under the oven
A thimble from Las Vegas that was supposed to go to Zusty
A fork
|11:46 AM|
Dammit. Another post eaten. And I got to use the word "minutia"
These comments work. Probably. ->
(0) comments
Insert witty quote from "Real Genius" about socrates and hemlock here. |12:42 AM|Useful
Absurd. Vid and I were discussing stupid shit when I decided to see if there were any "active vampires" around Austin. I exclaimed in silly joy when I found this scheduled meet up. Vid has signed up and posted that comment that is currently at the top of the bulletin board. It's in 7 days, and per Vid's idea, we're going dressed as axe murderers. Well tailored outfits, with rain jackets.
It should be interesting. Damn vampires.
These comments work. Probably. ->
(0) comments
Sunday, May 11, 2003
The chicken caper |4:06 PM|You know how I said I'd edit this to include pictures? Well I left the damn pictures in PortalStar's dorm room because I'm an idiot.
I got attacked by a chicken, kind of. I was at a petting zoo at a hotel and a rooster got loose
I followed it, a security guard, and a desk guy followed it with me. We tried to corner it a couple times, but despite having a brain the size of a pencil eraser, it was adept at getting away. At one point we had it cornered under a desk. We had the little bastard. And so Mr. Chicken sees: A security guard, hardened by several brutal rate disputes, desperate for combat. A front desk jockey, fully misanthropic, praying for the death of customers or himself. ...and some jack ass in a polo shirt and khakis saying "Here rooster rooster rooster!" He charged me, the least threatening, from under the desk. He bonked me in the forehead on his way by, and try to slip around me in the confusion. I had my hands on him as he scuttled by, but I didn't want to break his widdle wings.
His cute, widdle chicken wings. So I let go, and he ran past me.
That's when it gets even weirder.
This little kid had been watching from a distance. In his hand he was carrying a small leaf, delicately pinched between two fingers. When the rooster made a break for it, he walks right up to it. Instead of running, the bird freezes in place. The kid walks up, taps the rooster with the leaf, and says "I gotchoo wooster! I gotchooo now!" At this point, said rooster just stands there for the guard to pick him up.
I have no idea why the 2 volt brain of the rooster decided that the tiny waddling kid was a safe thing, or why it decided to hang around after being tapped gently with a leaf. However, he was soon back behind bars.
Nanook of the third floor. |5:41 AM|
Could shit PLEASE stop going wrong with my air conditioner?
Alright, alright, so I should have had them look at it previously.
You know, when I found out my air filter was about 1 inch solid gunk But no, I cleaned it myself and put it all back together. Then, about 3 days ago, whenever it was on, I heard this terribly loud sound of rushing water. So loud was the sound of River AC Vent that I had to go over and check each time it came on to make sure it wasn't a fucking waterfall in my living room
But upon checking it I found nothing. No water. The sound continued.
It stopped tonight. But so did the flow of cold air.
I pop open the access hatch on the air conditioner, and am met with a SOLID INCH of ice. 3 square feet, one inch thick, of ice. I know it's an inch thick because I melted through some of it with a damn lighter. This MIGHT explain why my electric bills are always so fucking outrageous.
Christ. I'm glad I'm moving this week.
added several hours later at another forum:
Motherfucking air condition not fucking working right for 3 fucking weeks now doesn't work at a covered in fucking ice means compressor has gone tit fucking (Ven Diagram!) up chuck-fuck-a-duck cat crushing dog eating squirrel raping Steven Seagal blowing fag-gag-stag-stomping shit weasiling shit-festival crap carnival ass concert all fucking night.
Archelogists are kinky as hell, as you'd imagine. "Let's tie ourselves to the T-rex skeleton and pretend it was a hermaphodite and could fuck itself! I'll be the underdeveloped clitoris!" or "Lets fuck so hard the genes split and we have neanderthals!"
Are you amused? I dunno.
I signed up for a guestbook. Took like 15 seconds. That's a lot faster than my struggling with a hack of a hack of another site's guestbook. I'm so weak.
Tech woes. I've lost a machine due to power supply failure. Another one had its disks wiped and so installed Slackware on it with no bootdisk is turning out to be classified as "impossible". Movable type is probably easy to install but my mouth bleeds whenever I open the text file for mt.cfg. Uhhh, yeah. I think that's all. Oh, and my A/C sucks balls.
I can't wait to be out of this apartment. It's hot in here. I'm glad I have a pair of heatsinks installed in my chest. I may go sit in the shower and let it freeze me.
These comments work. Probably. ->
(0) comments
