It's really cold now, but the weather has been too warm. There are crocus shoots in front of the library that are 2 inches high already.

~inky 11:58 a.m., Wednesday, February 6, 2002

Yay! Mizzy finished her gifts. They look great, Miz. *hugglesmooch*

(Hey look! I'm not even stealing bandwidth. *gives another swift kick to the people who steal mine*)

My Kyo card is perfect. I love Summoners (because of Rydia in FFIV, not because of Yuna in FFX), dark green is my favorite color, I love Kyo (of course ^_~), and I like what you chose to have the card say. Thank you. *^^*

Bring on the randomness:
There's one short, perky blonde that is a student here. I think he's cute, but as he's shorter than me, haven't really dwelled on his cuteness too much. Yesterday, though... *distracted by happy thoughts*

(*happy thoughts ruined by a rude bitch on the phone* And they let you teach here? I hope someone takes that ugly hat you seem so proud of and runs it over.)

Anyhoo, he was wearing a pair of black chinos that did amazing things for his ass. All I could think was "cute butt, nice pants, Takeshi needs those pants." H__H I kept seeing him yesterday, too. Had to keep reeling my gaze in.

I ficced a bit yesterday, but it was rather bad. Haven't put it in the blog. I am debating about it. It is obvious that my mind was still on cute, perky guy's butt when I wrote it.

One of this semester's new students is a short, incredibly butch woman with an accent I can't quite place. She's older (random guess=43?), has dark gray hair and a bit of arthritis. I like how she stretches her hands as she says "manual dexterity." I'm not usually attracted to butch women, but there is something appealing about her. She makes me think of birds--something small, delicate-boned, and lethal. A hawk? The small falcon that lived in our breeze-way eating raw hamburger for a couple of days one winter after a bad ice storm? Hmm...

Oh, and there's a cute new Korean student, too. Nice voice. ^_^ But her hair reminds me of Rinoa.

(Ooo... I commented on the ugly hat lady's rudeness to the Dean's assistant and she's going to make a note of it. ^^)

I managed to bribe scary girl into working that Tuesday shift for me. I'm supposed to take her out to dinner. >.>

*sighs*

I finished chapter 1 of FFT last night. I restarted at one point and began leveling up again in a more organized manner. It made a big difference. In 3/4 of the time, I got the characters to be 6 levels higher and have a better collection of skills. ^_^ Next on my agenda? Get a male geomancer because their outfits amuse me.

Now, for the playstation-inspired dream update:
I had been babysitting some hellions. As payment for putting up with these terrors, I was taken out to the garage and given a vehicle. ^^

It was called a Vitz, but I know it wasn't a Vitz. (I never heard of them before playing GT3.) It was tiny and white. Looked like an old VW Beetle convertible--but even smaller.

I'm standing in the garage, pretty amazed that they'd give me a car even if it is a tiny, two-seater, when they press a button. Wings fold out from some secret compartment on the car. It now looks a lot like the Epoch (from Chrono Trigger).

"Ooo, a time machine!"

They look at me like I'm insane--so, not a time machine, then. Darn.

They take it out to demonstrate it. There is a long string tied to the steering wheel. One of them hops onto the car--a foot on each seat--and grabs the string. Somehow he manages to turn the ignition with his toes. (That's talent!) The car rockets into space and he's riding/steering it like Van rides Escaflowne when it's in dragon-form.

I am suitably impressed.

Then it is my turn. It is very hard to steer a car with a piece of string--especially when you're floating around in zero gravity.

(I've never taken Physics, but my mind is shouting at the dream. "Oh come on! That would never happen! The steering wouldn't be like that!" The steering wouldn't be like that? Is that the only thing wrong with the whole scenario that my brain noticed? o.O)

So, I'm space-surfing on the back of VW, spinning out of control, feeling really dizzy, and horrified that I'm going to lose sight of Earth and just drift away.

*panic*

I happen to look in the right direction.

*blinks*

How incredibly convenient!

From space, the world really does look like an RPG world map! There's a huge-ass, blinking yellow cross over the island I'm supposed to land on. There's a tiny, spinning white triangle indicating the bit of land I'm currently tumbling around out of control over.

What a miracle of modern cartography. I am saved.

I land easily on the yellow X. I step off the space convertible. I happen to notice the fuel indicator as I do so.

"Man, what lousy mileage."

The End

~inky 08:13 a.m., Wednesday, February 6, 2002

Frustration.

Hase said I wasn't allowed to go around killing people at work today. Grr.

Scary girl quit. Scary girl was the only student worker available for Tuesday afternoon shifts. I'm having a hell of a time trying to figure out how to replace her.

What's making me growl is that it seems--from trying to get her back to work at least the one shift--that her decision wasn't as spur-of-the-moment as I thought it was. I am beginning to get this bad feeling that part of her reason for quitting is that I wouldn't date her. >.<# Isn't that... reverse sexual harassment or something? (More confirmation that she is as scary as I thought she was. Fu--she was a good worker, though.)

~inky 09:38 a.m., Tuesday, February 5, 2002

I suddenly feel very pervy. Someone searching for "the stages a sea otter goes through in life" hit the blog. o.O And I can't even blame them--from the blurb, the only thing that might have clued them in that I was talking about an insane yaoi dj and NOT a school topic is the title. ^^;; I feel like a corrupter of youth. (I assume it was someone looking for help on a school report.)

Another sweater fetish search (men's sweater fetish). I feel like I have to make the sweater fic extra kinky now to satisfy all those searchers. You know, I never even knew it was a fetish. ;>.> I just knew I liked Ryou wearing the sweater and nothing else. Maybe someone needs to do pictures for me. (You know, at one point I was going to have every guy that wore it show up in the fic wearing only it... except then I realized that if I made Bunta wear it... O.o)

Oh, totally unrelated:
Sami, remember the creepy guy I mentioned last week Thursday or Friday? The one just sitting there looking at me and my desk even when I was locking up the lobby and saying the offices were closed? Well, aren't I lucky? He's moved into my building. (Apt 203 shall now be known as the Apartment of Doom...) He stopped by my desk 3 times at work today--called three times as well. He was really impressed that I knew his name the second time he came around. (Buddy, I make a point of knowing the names of the wackos around here. I wouldn't be too impressed.)

~inky 11:16 p.m., Monday, February 4, 2002

I don't think the sensei fic will be done in time for the contest. >.> Cyssy, I'll still write it for you even though I am bad with deadlines.

Man, I have a really bad case of Playstation thumb. ^^;; (Yes, that's why the fic isn't getting done.) When I bought GT3, I also bought FF Tactics ("What the heck, I'm spending this much, why not buy more?"). Never played FFT before. I didn't expect to play it for awhile, but my thumb was tired from always being on the GT3 accelerator... and it just sucked me in. o.O

(I hit the part of FFX that all FF games after FFIV had for me. The ho-hum, time for side quests and leveling up--and even though I'm usually a level h0--I'm just not compelled to continue right away.)

I'm rambling. The point was that I've been playing way too much Playstation for my own good. My dreams are a sign of that.

I don't recall much of this morning's dream. There were cars belonging to knights. The knights' shining armor were used as hood ornaments--big ol' shiny helmets on the hoods. The cars were blue. There was also a blue chocobo--a four-legged blue chocobo. I remember thinking it was an emu/llama hybrid.

Cid Highwind appeared and took a look at the chocobo. He lit a cigarette, looked at the chocobo again, and then turned and spoke to someone I couldn't see. "Well, screw me, it's a four-legged chocobo. I don't know whether to ride it or take it home for dinner."

*shrugs*

~inky 09:34 a.m., Monday, February 4, 2002

searching for Ryou, I assume:
accident prone fetish
medical fetish hospital

looking for Kyouichi?
how a gay man wears a bandana
bandana 2002

Kyo: Bandana 2002? I don't know what that event is, but I want to go.

~inky 08:48 a.m., Monday, February 4, 2002

Another dream slightly GT3 related:
I am camping at the base of a small cliff. It's somewhere warm because (1) all the camping gear I have is a sheet and some pillows and (2) there's all these flamingos. I am camping here because it is my job to keep the flamingos off of this part of the race course. (Don't ask 'cause I don't know.)

It's a long time before the race starts. I roll over--I'm snuggled in right next to the wall of the cliff--and notice there's something on top of the cliff.

"Elephant trunks," I think. "No... wait... those are the soles of several elephants' hind feet. Weird." I roll back over, huggle a pillow--"Wait a minute... elephants... hind ends... elephants parked above me... I have a bad feeling."

Sure enough, right then there are three plopping sounds. I open my eyes and peer at the damage. Two of the piles hit the sand and grass near me. The third... O_O;;

I jump up yelling because there's elephant dung on my sheet. One of my friends, who's always teasing me for being online so much, appears with his laptop. "We'll do a Google search," he says.

So, if anyone gets a search hit from "how to sanitize sheets elephant shit," you know that somehow, it was my dream friend that did the search. (Now I actually want to run the search just to see.)

Mwahaha. I ran that search. Only four hits. Strangely enough, one is a fic at gwaddiction. ^^;; Small world, eh?

~inky 09:46 a.m., Saturday, February 2, 2002

Oh, I forgot! I was going to write about the dream I had earlier. (I took a nap before the most recent bout of GT3.)

Background info:
François Delecour and his Evo ended up on the wrong side of a snow bank yesterday in Sweden. (What amused me about this was his comment about the lack of spectators at the curve where he had his problems. "There were also only five spectators there, so we had to dig the bank out of the way before pushing the car back onto the road." Does this mean that spectators help with shoveling the cars out?)

I got stuck yesterday on the Laguna Seca Raceway in GT3. Repeatedly. I lost track of how many times I spun out. (I don't know why this track gave me so much trouble. I noticed today that I was a tiny bit better at it with a lower-powered car. I kept picking lower and lower powered cars until I finally won... with a Mini Cooper. ^^;; I don't think I broke 60 mph with it. I'm not sure if the game has any cars with less power.)

Dream:
Shingo is racing at the Laguna track. There is a lot of snow--deep snow banks on the track and around all the palm trees. It's an endurance race. Shingo is doing terribly, but so is everyone else. Snow is flying like mad. Shingo is cursing as he goes down the hill that gave me the most trouble. The back end of the Civic is all over the place.

Suddenly, from nowhere, this llama on skis comes flying past. (two skis, two feet per ski) The llama at first is flying like it's just used a ski jump. It then makes a perfect landing right in front of the Civic and keeps skiing right in front of Shingo. (The Civic doesn't hit it, because this llama is FAST.)

Shingo is cursing even more. There's no way a damn llama is going to beat him. He does pass the llama on the hill climb, but on the way downhill again...

Poof! There's the llama. The llama has ditched the skis this time, but is still as fast as when it was on skis. The llama gets close to the Civic, and suddenly, in that way dreams do things, the Civic is now a convertible with the top down. The llama leaps--it looks like a real llama, but it moves like the llama in the Emperor's New Groove--and so nimble it's amazing, lands on Shingo's shoulders.

The llama is treating Shingo like he's his chariot driver and the Civic is his chariot. Shingo is griping. "F*ckin' llama, I am not a chauffeur." The llama just laughs.

Close to the finish line, the llama leaps from Shingo's shoulders and lands in first place, winning by just the length of a llama. >.>

Yes, I'm cracked.

~inky 12:49 a.m., Saturday, February 2, 2002

My Shingo sb just beat an Evo VII and a RX-8. That gave him quite a thrill.

A little before that, my Takumi sb beat a white RX-7 Infini. >.> Yeah, okay, so he does that in ini-d, too. So, nothing special--except he was driving just like my maniac Shingo sb (that is, I use crashing into the other cars at just the right moment as a way to improve my line). After the race, my Ryousuke sb went to have a word with Takumi sb.

Ryou: What the hell was that?
Taku: *innocent look*
Ryou: Look what you did to my car! What's wrong with you?
Taku: ah...
Shingo: *saunters in and wraps his arms around Taku's waist*
Ryou: *jaw drops*
Shingo and Taku: *long kiss*
Ryou: *meeps*
Shingo and Taku: *still kissing*
Ryou: *turns green*
Shingo: *smirks*
Taku: Ryousuke-san, Shingo has been helping me with my technique.
Ryou: x.x

And before that, Kyouichi sb (now driving the Evo VII rally car prototype ^^) convinced a different version of my Ryou sb to give up medicine and be his co-driver.

So, I think GT3 is a bad influence on me. >.>

~inky 10:46 p.m., Friday, February 1, 2002

pastor blog: oops, sorry, I'm pretty sure this was not what you were looking for. Not sure why you would click on a link titled "bandana fetish" that had this blurb behind it: "the picture of Legolas I saw in miz's blog did nothing for me."

The person looking for ryousuke x keisuke yaoi should check out sami's site, Power of the Sun. I know she has a kei x ryou fic.

Ryousuke would like to meet the person searching for medical fetish. He's also quite interested to note that yahoo lists 399,000 web page matches for that search. He made me add "gay" to the search--just for research. Only 28,300 web page matches that way. He's now asking if we can at least visit the first site listed.

No, Ryou, not this time--and not ever! You may not go to Dr. Boner's Degenerate Hospital, and that's final! >.<#

~inky 07:48 a.m., Friday, February 1, 2002

Oh, the power of suggestion...

I went and got a fic blog. It's name? precarious adhesion

>.>

For right now, it's semi-private. You'll need a name and password. ("iam" "stuck") The few that are interested will now get to see my crap more frequently. ^.^ The few that aren't interested won't have to see long blog entries here.

~inky 07:25 p.m., Thursday, January 31, 2002

gay shorts and cut offs

Ah, but that reminds me, I meant to let other people see that pic. I'll have to hunt down where I stuck it.

~inky 03:48 p.m., Thursday, January 31, 2002

Good thing I read rally-live for its information and not its writing style. I get a kick out of some of it, though. Like this: "The day's events were also interrupted repeatedly because numerous competitors got stuck due to the precarious adhesion."

"Precarious Adhesion" ought to be a blog title or a band or something...

~inky 02:49 p.m., Thursday, January 31, 2002

I don't know if I will keep these bits, but right now I am writing something that I need some help with. Does anyone know how old Tsugumi is? Does anyone know what the interior of Kei's car is like? (upholstery: vinyl, fabric, or leather?)

Thanks for any help you guys can give me. ^_^

~inky 12:14 p.m., Thursday, January 31, 2002

I made a wallpaper for Cys with her favorite Kyo piccie. I also snatched the Mitsubishi logo and played with their slogan for the wallpaper. It sounded like a blog title to me... *shrugs*

This blog design focuses on one of Kyo's obsessions instead of my Kyo obsession. My being obsessed with ini-d and Kyo, has led me to discover WRC. I figure the best way to learn the basics is to follow just one team, otherwise I will be swamped. Kyo refused to let me pick Subaru--said liking the car's paint job isn't a good enough reason to betray him. So, it's LanEvos for us. ^_^v

~inky 12:07 a.m., Thursday, January 31, 2002