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Wednesday, June 26, 2002 I've come to the conclusion that people have...well...things seriously wrong with the way they are wired, and the only thing you can do is thank God you're not like that and go your way. :( Lots of bad happening lately.....Moogle's sad....Nagi's uncle passed away......Snuffles in rehab...wait a sec..that's a good thing, actually. A rabbit with a addiction to booze like that is scary. But the thing that's annoying me the most right now is that I can't seem to leave the house without some drama erupting. Come with me please, and hear the drama about what happened on Monday. Left house. Come back to crying son, pissed-off bandaged sister, and Mom telling me to "have a seat." Seems like the minute I left, dear sister decided that she had something of the upmost importance to do..in my section of the house. Where Hellfang is. The dog that she's so afraid of. The dog that took an instant dislike to her the minute she set foot in the house. The dog that whenever she comes downstairs, she has either my son or myself hold him. She decided to take Kupo downstairs with her (even though I told everyone in the house that Kupo was NOT to be downstairs for ANY reason while I'm not home) to "restrain him." Not very smart of her, you think? Of course, she decided to do this when Mom wasn't home as well. So Hellfang, seeing that neither one of the mistressess are home, and seeing a stranger (to him) coming downstairs with the one person he treasures over almost everyone else did what any dog would do....he ran over to her, snatched her bag out of her hand, and then proceeded to bite her. On her foot. HARD. Kupo actually had to SIT on the dog to prevent him from taking a bite out of crime. Mom comes home shortly afterwards to Ivyvine (hereafter named "Princess") bleeding all over the kitchen, a crying Kupo, and 2 squad cars and an ambulance outside her front door. Off to the emergency room she goes...to get bandaged. No stitches. Her wounds cleaned. My mom fills out the "complaint" Ms Thing filed against my dog, telling them he's a family dog, had all his shots, and she was in an area of the house that the dog's mistress lives in...(who's currently not home, of course) I think all of those things prevented Hellfang from taking a trip down to the pound. So anyway...Mom is telling me all of this and I'm trying to talk to Ms Thing, trying to find out the extent of the injuries, and she's snapping at me while answering, but I'm trying to ignore that seeing that she's in pain and my dog just bit her, okay? All was well until she got to the part where she took Kupo downstairs. "Excuse me, but WHY did you take him downstairs when I told everyone in this house that after he broke my VCR, he was not to go down there at all when I'm not home....and by the way, why were you down there in the first place?" Sensible fucking question, I think. But oh no. Oh, Ms Thing just lost it then. She sat up and called me everything except a child of God, with some well-timed insults mixed in just to sting my ass. The evil Aku inside that I thought was beaten into submission came out, hissing. My vision blacked out until all I saw was red (literally!) and Mom had to pin me down and carry me out of the kitchen to prevent me from ripping her head off and blowing her spine out of her ass. The upshot of this? Mom's not going on holiday at the end of the week with Kupo, because she's afraid of coming back home and finding one of us in a body-bag, and the other in jail. I'm not having a "vacation" of my own since they're not going, plus I'm looking at over $500 in doctor bills and a damn ticket from the cop for having a crazy ass dog, probably. Kupo's both mad and confused because he just witnessed his aunt call his mom all sorts of things, his mom going ballistic, his Grandma carrying his mom out of the room, he's not going on the ranch to ride the horses like he's looked forward to every year; his special time with Grandma is ruined, and he's scared as hell his dog may be put to sleep. Hell, Hellfang's probably upset too...and Danger Kitty is probaly immensly displeased that all the ruckus interrupted her nappy time. And of course, somehow, all this is supposed to be my fault, even though I wasn't even HOME at the time and because I wasn't properly "upset and apologetic" about it. All this drama because someone didn't have the common sense to NOT go into an area where a dog is that she is so deathly afraid of in the first place, but apparently felt the need to go there anyway WITHOUT the owner home? WTF was she thinking? *sigh* Calgon, take me awayyyyyy..... malkavians carried london away @ 01:33 AM CST Sunday, June 23, 2002 Last night for a change of pace, Ronin and I went to one of his friend's surprise birthday party..and it turned out rather nice. I needed to get out of the house anyway, since I was furious with Kupo for breaking my damn VCR by his constant back-and-forth rewinding and stopping, and was a inch away from snapping that ass until I felt better. Not a good place for a parent to be, and IMO, if you get to that point, you better leave the house, draw, go for a run...ANYTHING to prevent you doing something you would be damn sorry for later. but anyways, the party was Hawaiian-themed, so the guy's GF had made leis and had decorations all about the house. I have to admit, it's rather nice to be around almost-normal people who actually like you (and you like them back) Yet another welcome switch from that Creep-formerly-Known-As-Boyfriend. :/ Spent the morning catching up with Archer. I feel quite bad...we haven't seen each other in ages, and I think I may be neglecting him a tad bit. What I'm going to do is probably make a stop up to PRIDE next weekend and play catch-up with everybody...I do miss them, and he always finds the right things to say to me..even if it's something I'd rather not hear at the moment. After his health scare this year, I'm just happy as hell he's still with me...and I intend to spend some time with him before he goes off traveling again. And I hven't seen Dancer in ages! And the Kupo is going on holiday next week with Grandma! *looks forward to wacky good times* LOL...Poor you! Did you feel like you were being remolded...reshaped....remodeled, or did you feel ike an extra in Beauty-School....The Movie?" Session 9 is a damn good movie...I'm so glad that you rented it. I liked it because it reminded me a lot of The Shining style, and it's a few steps beyond all the "I Know What You And Your Tits Did Last Summer" type of horror....I like movies that aren't cut and dried, and that make you think. Oh yeah, that room in the movie that had all the steel tanks in the movie was actually "The Lobotomy Room." Awful....they would line people up and do that to them, assembly-line style. I'm so glad they outlawed that treatment here in America. I like your new layout, Elf girl! malkavians carried london away @ 03:06 PM CST Thursday, June 20, 2002 I just finished this layout, and decided to try it out, woo hee hoo...*sniff* God, it's hot out today..about 95 degrees...I'm scared to find out how hot it with the humidity. One more week till Kupo goes on vacation, hurray! He loves spending time with Grandma, and it will be a well-needed break for both of us, I guess. Now if only Ivyvine was going as well....oh well, can't have everything in life. -_-. I refuse to let her aggravate me. She's like the weather...you can't change it if it's raining, but you can sure as hell gear up for it by carrying an umbrella or a raincoat. Went out in the garden this evening and saw loads of fireflies. They seem to prefer my mom's yard to anyone else's, because it seemed like every firefly in the neighborhood was in our yard, doing firefly-type things. I remember being a little kid seeing the same thing and pretending they were fairies; I was fascinated by them. I guess some things you just don't outgrow...seeing them tonight made me feel the same way; that anything could happen, and everything is possible. malkavians carried london away @ 11:46 PM CST Monday, June 17, 2002 Hmmm..in a good mood today...Aunt Flow finally packed all her shit and left! XD! Still going to do the other tests and such, but right now, I'm overjoyed! Finished the shell of Hedwig and uploaded it for approval. Now all I have to do is add the type for all those pages (as soon as they finished writing it) and I'm all done with that. I also heard from this guy whom I'm supposed to team up with to do some multimedia and web thingys for some serious cash! ^_^. Only catch is, he told me to "brush up" on my Director. I haven't touched Director since college, and that was version 7. (theyre on 8.5 now) Not to mention the fact that "brushing up" on Director is akin to saying my eye is attached to my ass. The basics of Director are pretty simple...it's when you get into the Lingo is well...when things go crazy. Lingo and Actionscripting are like Apples and oranges; they are both fruit, but that's about it. Enough things in common to ease you into thinking "Oh, they're the same", enough differences to make you go O_o. But never mind all that...I got a copy of Director, and am bringing myself up to speed. But anyways...now for the online stuffys... This looks damn good for something put together at 3 in the morning! malkavians carried london away @ 09:56 PM CST Saturday, June 15, 2002 Random thoughts about Dr. Offices: 1. Why aren't there ever any good reading materials in the waiting room? All they have is 3 month old US magazines, a Vogue with half the pics torn out, and something you don't even know the name of because the first 10 pages are missing. *mental note to self: always bring own reading materials* 2. Why is it that when my appt is at a certain time, the Dr. never sees you at that time, and it's more like a half-hour before she calls you in? 3. Why is it when the Dr tells you to get undressed and in the saddle, they always go off somewhere and leave you hanging for a good 15 minutes if you don't bring your reading material? 4. Or they come back within two minutes if you did bring a good book? 5. Why stirrups, no matter how tall or short you are, are way too short and you have to streeeetchhhh to put your feet in them? 6. Why TF they don't have a such thing as a heated speculum? 7. Why guys never go through this sort of thing? (oh, wait, they have that nasty, stick-a-Q-tip-in-the hole-thing going on....never mind, I'd rather have a pap than that! >_<) 8. Why, when there's something wrong with you, they never take your word for it and give you a pregnancy test anyway, even though you know there's not a chance in hell that's the case? 9. Did I mention the cold-as-f*ck speculum? (just checking) The good news it that I don't have anything that can kill me. (yay!) The bad news is, Ms Snatch Quack thinks the reason why Aunt Flow is still here knitting her ass off may be something else heinous going on, and made a referral to a "specialist" so I can get a thyroid test, testorone test and ultrasound ASAP. Ugh. But I concentrate on the good. The good thing is, there's a lot of minor things that can be causing this. It can be fixed. I'll be okay. And as far as I'm concerned, that's all I need to hear. malkavians carried london away @ 11:43 PM CST Friday, June 14, 2002 Random observation: Do people even THINK before hitting the "send" button 2:30 am. Witching time. Finished Hedwig site outline...waiting for content. Worried about Dr's appointment tomorrow. Dog threw up on Kupo's bed about an hour ago. Child wakes up screaming bloody murder. Stick puky bedsheets into wash. Sticks child into wash. Cat meows her displeasure, then hops on dog's back like a demented, furry jockey. Dog runs around, howling Sister yells: DON'T YOU PEOPLE EVER SLEEP? Cat jumps off dog, gets chased underneath couch. Snuffles still drunk probably. Poor bunny. Somehow, everyone calms the fuck down and goes to sleep...except me. Write to Halo to ask is Snuffles okay, still drunk, or what? Anything to distract me from tomorrow. Another night in this asylum called home. malkavians carried london away @ 02:39 AM CST Tuesday, June 11, 2002 Yay! Got an funny-ass email from my friend Halo today, who's currently in S. Korea enjoying his life, working, etc. He got the opportunity to experience the soccer games that are going on right now....and all the drama that goes on along with it, so I'm posting it. (note, names have been changed to protect the guilty from bunny-lovers everywhere) 10/6/2002 8:30: Wake up: football. Thumbs cramped from squeezing all night. Usual 9:00: Shower. Get dressed: regulation Korean football socks, ÒBe the 11:00: Class. expected hostile reaction from the Japanese and English 1:00 oÕclock: class over! Yeah! Swim through the tide of red shirts to 2:00 oÕ clock: Rain. TV helicopters leave but damp red fans intensify 2:30: Phone vibrates. Message from Grace (his lady). Meet in front of bookstore. 2:45: Tempest. Crowd thickens. Still waiting for Grace. Damn. 3:00: Monsoon. Crowd going wild. Fireworks. Chanting. Singing. Bouncing. 3:30: Grace arrives in full regulation gear with bad news. Idiot new 3:54: America scores. Damn. 4:00: Rain quells to river-strength. Grace leaves. Damn. Takes bag of 4:15: Rain picks back up to nep tide. Crowd goes wild. Match resumes. 4:59 Korea scores. Crowd goes wild. Rain intensifies. The fans are 5:30ish: Rain ends. Match ends. Koreans still chanting, smiling, 7:00: Arrive home with ice sickles hanging off my regulation jersey from 7:37: Grace stumbles in. Drunk as a Russian bus driver, (Regulation 7:45: Bunny in shopping bag Grace by the waist I dash (read zig-zagging ÒInebriated, blotto, pissed.Ó Said the vet. ÒHow drunk?Ó I sheepishly inquired. ÒAs drunk as your wife.Ó Said the vet as Grace slumped face first into ÒBurp.Ó Said Snuffles. The vet justifiably condescendingly Òmm-hmmedÓ as he wrote his report ÒMm-hmm, Name?Ó he asked. ÒUh, (Halo).Ó I answered. ÒFunny name for a pet.Ó Said the vet. ÒOh, uh, Snuffles.Ó I answered. ÒReally, I just forgot about the can I ÒMm-hmm, Sex?Ó he asked. Grace wakes up. ÒUh, erm, Snuffles? Boy.Ó I say. After another cursory examination of the furry little lush, the vet hits HellÕs Bells. I was always for equal rights. Maybe the regulations will 00:00: Exhausted sleep with visions of flags, red shirts, etc. malkavians carried london away @ 06:33 PM CST Saturday, June 8, 2002 In a much better mood than I was the last time I blogged. Made my peace with Mom's friend. She's really a nice lady, but as I said before, scores a 0 in the tact dept. Met with the other designers about hedwig, and We're all systems go now. The site is looking lovely...and now with everything worked out, I am all set to get to work, which suits me just fine. Makes me feel like I'm still a part of the design world...and ultimately, this is going to help me as well as them. Also went to see Ms. Snatch Quack about some problems I've been having...without getting gross here, let's jsut say Aunt Flow came to visit early last month...and she has completely wore out her welcome now. -_-. Fortunately, all the tests she ran on me came up negative, and the only thing she could come up with is the fact that I started a new medication this month which is probably interacting with another medication I take which may be causing the problem. Of course, I quit taking that shit ASAP, and I will express my displeasure with my other doctor about perscribing medication that royally screw up cycles. -_- Aunt Flow, don't go away mad...just go away! But other than all of this, I feel pretty good. Started some new sketches....still taping sections of FFX for screencaps for a shrine I'll do in the near future, and best of all, went out with Ronin last night to Ye Olde Noodle shoppe...yes, I am a complete slave to the Tapioca Bubbleness....yummm....Today we vegged out and watched two movies; City of Lost Children (yet again) and a indie called "the Anniversary Party." If I get married ever and my anniversary party turns out like that, someone shoot me, please. Halfway during the movie, Kupo called me, screaming that Hellfang was outside havng a seizure. -_-. Thankfully, it' s a minor one, but if he keeps having them, I'm going to his vet and insisting that he get put on some sort of medication. Right now he has them about every three months, and the vet says that he has to be having them about once a week for medication to help. Poor Hellfang. No wonder he's so damn crazy. malkavians carried london away @ 10:56 PM CST Wednesday, June 5, 2002 Yesterday was a day so unbearably bad, it's unbelievable. It would be different if it was just one thing, but when I have bad days.....they STAY bad. Went to this "interview" (and I do use that term loosely) Where when I called, these people didn't ask me if I was qualified, didn't ask me any questions as a matter of fact. Just told me to "come on in with an ID." Now I was skeptical from the word go, but like the fool I often am, decided to check it out anyway. I go outside to catch the bus, and all of a sudden, it was like the Devil himself decided to spread his legs and take a piss on the world. This was like...Noah's Flood, and I had to wait for the bus in it. Fortunately, it came soon. Get all the way downtown to the place, and I'm waiting for someone to at least acknowledge the fact that I'm standing there while they are just sitting there gossiping. Finally, some lady speaks to me: Lady: May I help you? Things like this REALLY piss me off. Apparently, it's a little HARD to at least take people's names and numbers when they call in for interviews, so you can call them and LET THEM KNOW when the position is filled, thereby saving them time. I guess I expect too much from people, huh? But then again, a company that just asks you to "come on in" for a cattle call isn't exactly the type of company I care to associate myself with anyway. But wait! The day is not yet over! On my way to this study thingy I do, some guy passes me in the bus terminal all decked out with a Skrewdriver T-shirt and iron crosses all over his jacket. Probably a copy of some "alternative literature" in his backpack. The buttons on his jacket were enough to make most people want to set his ass on fire. He gave me a look; I gave him a look back. I guess could sense I was NOT to be fucked with, so he just took his ass on. Life is hard when you don't have your buddies to back you up, I guess, but then again, I wouldn't know because I don't mess with random people whom I don't know, don't want to know, and don't care for; I just let them live their lives. :/ Unfortunately, Malkavian ax-murderers are never around when you need them, so he got on his bus okay, worse luck. :/ Got to the study thingy, and had to deal with my mom's friend, who's also in it. You would like to think that some people at a certain time of their life would develop the grand gift of tact, but that doesn't exist with this woman, oh god no. Adult Fact # 205: So you think that once you get older, "grow up," pass the rites of adulthood, etc....that people stop being petty? That people develop common sense? That people stop acting like HS, and finally get real? Rude awakening. There are some people out there who simply don't want to grow. 20 years from now, you will meet them, and it's HS all over again. 20 more years, they're the same way. Have pity on their souls, and go your way. It goes the other way around, too. Elf Girl at 16 has more common sense than some adults I know 3x her age, and is absolutely gifted in the art of diplomacy. It's a grave mistake to assume that just because one is younger, they don't know what they are talking about. I wish more adults knew that. But anyways....for some odd reason, this woman feels the need to tell me, everytime she sees me, just how MUCH I don't look like anyone in my family, as if I haven't heard that 2,987,684 times already. It goes beyond just generalization...she goes into detail as to how, and why. And it's NOT flattering. I've tried to just smile it off, but today, I just let her have it full force. Mom's friend: You know, everytime I see you, I'm struck by how MUCH you don't resemble your mother and your sister AT ALL. I mean, your mom is...simply stunning. And your sister....she looks like a little petite goddess, as a matter of fact. Not meaning you're ugly, dearie, but..what happened? (I shit you not; these words actually came out of her mouth.) I mean...you look so... different... One of the things that I love the most about getting older is the fact that you don't HAVE to take anyone's shit...period. When you're younger, you have to bite your tongue a lot when these jackanapes start on you, and talk to your parents about it later. Not when you get older; If someone's tongue is slithering out, you can and should snatch it out. And the best thing about it is...you don't need to mumble nary a curse or get heated up about it. Just state the facts. Most times, they will STFU and leave you alone. Everyone has their personal tolerance for bull-shit...and I'm afraid I've reached mine. Happiest note of the day: Ronin drove me home, and Kupo was still up. He'd drawn a picture for me. He asked me how my day went, and I told him it was bad, and left it at that. Sometimes, he makes a lot of sense. malkavians carried london away @ 10:32 AM CST Sunday, June 2, 2002
After getting Clanbook-Giovanni, I wonder deeply about why people would want to roleplay nasty, dead-eatin' necrophilia-inclined...vamps. ugh. Their whole philosophy is here in a nutshell: Apparently, Friday was "take your GF to work" day at Ronin's job. I went (along with my portfolio, of course) the 3-D designer bought his lady, and we all hung out and ate and talked. It's so nice to actually be around people who are actually working in the field again, swapping tips and whatnot. It'll also be nice to get some freelance out of it as well. ;P As long as I actually don't have to work side-by-side by Ronin..I've always thought it was a good policy to not shit where you eat. Saturday, we grubbed down on sushi and bubble drinks (I'm a slave to the tapioca, yes indeedy) and went way the hell out in Suburbialand to pick up Ronin's nephew to take him and Kupo to see Star Wars, and it was..nice. Not good, not bad, but just..nice. It didn't help that we had to watch it on projection reather than the digital...yes, you can tell the difference. (note: the following contains spoilers (sort of) so don't continue to read if you want to be surprised) I know they had to establish the background for everything, but the first hour (with a few surprises) was kinda slow, so I amused myself by watching the Senator floss it about in all her finery and flapperies. Her outfits were more natural this time, including the dress she wears the first time she kisses Anakin. She went from "functional"..to "ded sexy" (the aforemetioned outfit) to "hey hippie chick!" to "Dominitrix sleeps tonight!" The whole love story aspect cracked me the hell up...everytime Anakin opened his mouth to say "I'm buring with desire..your skin is soft...smooth...." I wanted to laugh until the tears rolled out of my eyes; I kept expecting him to say: "And you set mah sole on fire....come wit mez...to the Casbah!" I wanted the Senator to tell him to stop his madness, but she wouldn't. I was also waiting for him to tell her something even cornier like " Senator, you're so sweet, I'll drank your bathwater!" but that never happened. But they did look sweet together. Things pick up mightly during the second hour, when ObiWan (yummy) goes to a very weird planet, to check out some weird people doing weird things...and also to give us more gratutuios shots of his ass in those tight pants he had on. Then out flounces a person playing a very pivotal character, and it's the man from the great New Zealand flick "Once Were Warriors." So I was laughing, picturing him saying "Fuck this warrior shit!" everytime he opened HIS mouth, but there wasn't a need to do that...he grabbed that role and made it his own. Anakin, of course, is disobeying everyone all and sundry (he has a mind of his own, that Anakin) but his motives were understandable, and he smites some people who really deserve it proper-style. Yoda and Mace pick up on it back at the ranch (where they prolly just finished a nice Roscoe's chicken dinner, natch) but can't, for some odd reason, figure it all out. So basically everyone gets caught up in some stuff and gets captured, some wonderful scenes grow out of that, and Yoda shows up (prolly powered on teh Power of the chicken) and shows once and for all, he is NOBODY'S bitch. The last half-hour is still in my mind, it was that wonderful, and all and all, it's awesome summer faire. I think I'll read the book as well though...to get more understanding of the background part. I hate reading the books before the movie comes out...riuns the surprises, in most part. And I find that too often, the book is better than the movie (like the Bone Collector, for example, and that movie was pretty good!) but in a way, anything in the Star Wars franchise has a lot to live up to...it's like you get all this hype...that a movie can't possibly live up to. Still, it was pretty enjoyable. malkavians carried london away @ 11:45 AM CST |
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