Worship me because I'm damn cute!

~inky 06:28 p.m., Tuesday, February 19, 2002

I love you. You are an evil genius. It's so damn cute, I may have to poke an eye out. (So one eye can look at it all the time.)

I wish I had a digital camera so I could show everyone the wee lil giftie from sami. I don't think it would scan.

Kyouichi and his bandana have never been so cute. *^^*

~inky 11:25 a.m., Tuesday, February 19, 2002

Does anyone know why Mozilla doesn't like my yahoo mail account? I can read my mail, but it won't ever send a message via yahoo.

Unrelated: David Byrne keeps whispering in my head this morning.

You're looking at me but you can't see me
I'm invisible to the naked eye
I'm a part of everything you're doing
I'm a part of you down deep inside
I'm the part that sings those goofy love songs
I'm the part of you you can't control
I'm the part that fucked up your promotion
I'm the part that hurts when you're alone

It's probably been a year since that cd got a bad scratch. I wonder if that song is on the still playable part.

~inky 08:12 a.m., Tuesday, February 19, 2002

For curiosity's sake, I checked the stats at ini-d insanity. It looks like about 130 people have read the warning and not entered the site. That makes me happy. A big round of applause for people that don't look at what they know they won't like.

One odd thing: My sweater fic has been found twice by someone searching for docmazda/evoking. Those names are made up. It has to be someone that knows the fic to be searching with quite that search... and yet... the fic is EvoKing/DocMazda.

I need to start working on that again... after I finish the contest fic--and after the PS2 releases my soul.

(My hair is plain dark brown again... after three years of dark, very RED auburn. Let's see if anyone notices.)

~inky 07:29 a.m., Tuesday, February 19, 2002

There's lots of things to rant about, but to spare everyone, I'll just mention something I found cute today.

I was eating lunch in the coffee shop when one of my former workers walked by with his wife and their little girl. Their daughter is about 26 months old.

I said hi to him, then I turned and said hi to Emma. I'm okay if little kids don't say hi back, but you know how some parents get--trying to coax her to talk to me. I laugh and say it's okay.

They continue to walk towards the door. Emma's father is now trying to convince her to say bye because she's "so much better at saying bye-bye." She's busy pushing at the door she can't possibly open.

"Come on, aren't you going to say bye to her?"

Loud toddler whisper: "Not today."

Ah well, it amused me.

~inky 07:27 p.m., Monday, February 18, 2002

The washers are still not working!

They were "fixed" for maybe two hours on Friday. *growls*

I read that balloon fic review at ficbitches. I also read the balloon fic and the one that inpired it. I guess I wanted to kill brain cells. The fics make my brain cells whimper. Every couple of hours now, some twisted bit of my brain whispers "squeakysqueeEEEAK" just to watch the rest of the brain cells twitch in agony.

I spent a good chunk of the weekend with the PS2. Sorry, sami.

Five days of search hits:

tattoo of a "sea otter" (If you'd seen the dj I was describing, you probably would not want a sea otter tattoo.)

tattoo bandana (Does this mean a tattoo of a bandana? Or does it mean sexy, tattooed, bandana-wearing Kyouichi being drooled over by Cyssy and inky?)

anime email list girl's anything good (It's nice to see that you're not too picky, however, I don't think Google makes value judgements about our pages.)

women wearing diapers (No, already! One more time and I will be forced to share the disturbing nursing home story.)

legolas accident prone (Don't look down on him for being accident prone; it takes skill to poke your eye out with a bow and arrow. I know that I couldn't do it--not with a long bow, anyways. With a crossbow, perhaps?)

wild arms 2 movie intro (I don't have it for download. It does look pretty cool, but I was disappointed in the music. I would watch the first Wild Arms intro over and over just because the whistling was so catchy. I can still whistle it now, even though one of my friends went AWOL with my Wild Arms disc about two years ago.)

what does al bhed mean (I don't know. Is it supposed to mean something? I just figured it was an Arabic-sounding name to give to the people we know as "Al Bhed." If you find out it means anything, I want to know. Side note: I just finished up the part of Final Fantasy Tactics that takes place in the Bed Desert. I assumed the name was a precurser to the Al Bhed. I was even going to comment on it before I saw this search hit. ^^)

Now, let's be international!

From the U.K.: dog fetish

Spanish language search: kenta yaoi (You know, I do have a Kenta yaoi plot bunny, but it is to make fun of the rabid fanboy. Tell me there is another Kenta that someone could be searching for. Please, tell me that people don't have cravings for Orange Boy.)

I think this is a Korean search: fetish ass.

German: jeans butt, shit fetish

Thai: yaoi (Proud to be #790. ^_^v)

~inky 09:33 a.m., Monday, February 18, 2002

The dancing queen is going to be a father.

Remember how shocked I was when he went ahead and got married after calling off the wedding? Increase the shock by a factor of 10.

What he wants to name the baby:
girl: Madonna
boy: Mister DJ

*twitch*

~inky 12:10 p.m., Saturday, February 16, 2002

My Mormon name is Cherstin Miracles Precious One!
What's yours?

I like this because my twin and I both have names that mean something religious. I was always jealous of the meaning of his. He's "Beloved Gift from God" and I am boring old "Christian Reborn."

Not anymore, buddy, I'm "Ms. Miracles Precious One" to you! XP

My most common aliases are now "Bonniekaye LaDreama" and "Denim Levi Stockton Malone."

~inky 08:51 a.m., Thursday, February 14, 2002

I said something to the head of maintenance about those damn out-of-order washers this morning. They are still out of order. I cannot believe that I am the only person in this building that is upset about this. I know I could take my laundry elsewhere, but, dammit, what's the point of paying rent around here? Tomorrow, I think I am going to make a comment to the director of housing and the president's assistant. The president's assistant and the vice president both say I am someone that doesn't get upset easily...

~inky 10:51 p.m., Wednesday, February 13, 2002

The muppet master just ditched me to watch a movie with a cute person in it. ;_;

I got shampoo in my eye this morning. An hour and a half later it is still bloodshot and hurting. One of the women at work said I look like hell.

My highschool biology teacher said the eyes are the windows to the soul because they are the only part of our bodies where living cells are exposed to the world.

The washing machines are still out of order. I am not pleased.

The back of the package of matches said, "Caution: Contents Flammable."

And now, let's pretend it's still yesterday. I want to blog what I wanted to blog then.

~~~~

The fucked-up dream from this morning (what I can remember of it now, after getting so upset at work this morning):

A dream with FFT, FFX, and Sorcerer Hunters overtones (as well as other odd stuff)

Final Fantasy Tactics is the "Zodiac Brave Story," right? I still haven't gotten far into the Zodiac Brave part of it. (Finally met Izlude, though, and finished the part in the underground book storage.)

The dream was loosely based on the Zodiac Brave idea. "Loosely"=they both involve groups of 12. There were 12 heroes and 12 boss enemies.

It begins like a generic RPG/Sorcerer Hunters-ish thing. You've got a band of heroes. They go wandering about. There must be some method to their madness, but it's not readily apparent. They meet boss baddies. They fight.

Every fight stars a different hero as THE hero who has the one perfect special skill to beat that particular boss baddy. The group, only 3 out of the 12 can fight at a time (how very FFVI-VIII), fights. They are losing pretty badly. Then THE hero for that fight goes through a Sailor Moon/Magic Knight Rayearth transformation sequence. The transformation scene reveals his/her special costume and skill (and in every female's case, a whole lot of cleavage.)

One of the heroes is Chocolate from Sorcerer Hunters. (Why Chocolate? Marron is my favorite. A dream starring Marron would be appreciated.) Another hero is Lulu from FFX. Many of the special "skills" actually involve nothing more than bending over while wearing a bustier and jiggling improbable anime breasts. (The search engines will have a lot of fun with this entry.) (I am disturbed by this dream. I swear I don't usually objectify women like this. I really think all the breast shots were for humor.) Bending over is a special skill because the baddies stare at the woman's chest and never see her whipping out the massive battle axe.

Some of the skills were bizarre, but had great special effects. One woman causes a swirling, funnel cloud of autumn leaves to dance about her. The leaves look so pretty and then they fly at the baddy and cut him like Kurama's rose petals would.

Another woman has what she called a "Canadian Flue." It was a magical length of tubing that sucked cold air from Alberta into compartments in her dress. The compartments would inflate, further accentuating her perky anime breasts. The baddy gets too close to her chest, and she rips open her blouse, blasting him with a blizzard that would make all the Final Fantasies' Shivas proud.

(Speaking of Shiva--I find FFX's version to be insanely sexy. Damn. I love that hair. Massive amounts of blue hair done all funky with chunky bits of gold jewelry... I also love how she just tosses that scarf at Yuna like Yuna is her maid and there's no question that Yuna will hold it for her. It reminds me of that favorite scene of Ryousuke taking off his jacket and casually treating Keisuke like a coat rack.)

There are all these women heroes. Must have been some men too, but they're not memorable--'cept this one. He looked a lot like the big, tubby guy that joins the hero really early in Suikoden II. (Can't remember his name. It's been too long since I played it. His sisters would do something as part of their special group move and then he would shoot out a breath of fire.) The guy in my dream would eat a can of beans and then have a special gas attack. It knocked the baddy down flat.

Yeah, not everything in dreams is deep and meaningful.

So all this happens. 12 battles. Then things go weird.

The 12 heroes go home to my grandmother's house (the house my mother grew up in--not the nursing home. There's no way that house in big enough for 12. It amazes me that a family of 7 fit.).

They go home to my grandmother's house where they live like one big happy--deranged--family. They bring with them the bodies of the 12 boss baddies and chop them into manageable bits and put them in garbage and set the bags along the side of the garage (in that narrow space between the garage and the neighbor's picket fence). There are a lot of bags. The baddies were all larger than human-size. The garbage bags are lined up two deep down the whole length of the garage. (My grandma's neighbors cannot be happy about this.)

They spend some time washing their three cars. (Grandpa washed his car a lot.) Later, there's a fight about who's going to fill the dishwasher. It's all very normal, boring stuff right there at grandma's.

Then the school that one of the heroes--one of the girls--goes to--when she is not exposing herself in the name of saving the world and life as we know it--calls because the guidance counselor is worried about her many absences. One of the boys pretends to be her father (all the while flirting and carrying on with the other boys because one of my dreams has to have yaoi in it somewhere, right?).

Lulu gets fed up with him. She grabs the phone and sends the boys to their room.

In a low voice, she has a long talk revealing her worries about the other girl because she's now gone so dark and depressed and gothy. (Lulu has a problem with this? With dressing gothy?)

The girl in question walks into the room. "One of our grandmothers is dead. There's so many of us, I'm not sure whose grandma she was. I guess that means we all better go to the funeral."

Yeah, that's it. Thanks for bearing with me.

~inky 10:19 a.m., Wednesday, February 13, 2002

PS2: *hands you the llama* Her soul is mine, but you can play with her for a while.

Actually, I haven't played it at all today. Things were a bit wacko after work, I didn't get back here until almost 6. Then I had to calm my racing brain. It was skittering around all over the place. Nothing was working. Finally, I broke down, went outside, had a cigarette, came back, brushed my teeth, changed clothes, did my best to scrub the smell off me (I really don't like cigarette smoke), locked myself in the other room, and actually did a tiny bit of ficcing.

I released myself from the solitary confinement only after promising not to look at the PS2 today. I am supposed to be typing what I just scribbled. Don't know if I actually will.

Something needs to happen to get me out of this writing slump.

~inky 08:02 p.m., Tuesday, February 12, 2002

Miz, your racy fics caused a dorm fire?

I guess you are the Lemon Queen. ^_~v Long live the Queen!

Totally unrelated: I finally deposited my birthday money. Yes, look again at my birthdate.

No further comments

~inky 12:11 p.m., Tuesday, February 12, 2002

I will follow up the previous rant with something on a lighter note.

Last 2 days I got a lot of "normal" hits. People searching for one of my sites by its name (I may have to rethink getting rid of it) or people looking for Legolas yaoi/ini D yaoi/random gay fetishes/bandanas.

Today, I am getting search hits that actually came from me mentioning some of the other scary options one search engine gave for a search hit.

I am #3 for "girl wearing bras." Yes, I am a woman. Yes, I do wear them. No, I do not wear more than one at a time. (They're not all that comfortable to begin with.)

A hit from SexManiac.com: "women wearing diapers." Yes, I am a woman. No, I do not wear diapers--not since 1975, anyway. I could tell you a long disturbing story about my first pastoral care visit to a nursing home. There is a woman wearing a diaper in that story--but it is not the least bit sexy.

(I didn't even know that search engine existed. I should have figured as much. The blurb for one of the other results intrigues me. "Designer diapers for cows are all the rage. Not only do these diapers make for happy cows and tastier meat. They will also improve relations with China and will earn the inventor a Nobel prize")

Unrelated note: I've noticed that a lot of the people doing pervy searches are doing them with their search engine's family filter ON. Wouldn't you think they would get better results with that turned OFF?

Last search hit: "girl fetish ideas." Hey, get your own ideas!

~inky 09:07 a.m., Tuesday, February 12, 2002

I work at a theological school. Roughly 90% of the sudents here are ministers/ministers-in-training. 99.4% of everyone here (students, faculty, staff) are regular church goers. (Yes, I'm one of the impure .6%) I am making those statistics up, but it is an educated guess. I got my degree here, so I've been on campus for 5 years.

The library has recently gotten a high-tech security system (as well as security cameras at all exits). All of the school's computers are bolted down. They weren't bolted down when I first got here, but one night two of the library's computers went AWOL--the rest were bolted down the next day.

The library also has a hard time keeping popular translations of the Bible on the shelves. The Bibles are all in the reference section (for use only in the library). After all, almost everyone here owns more than one Bible.

(I might be a little extreme in having 13, but at least my concentration was Biblical studies. If your goal in life is to convince more Christians that the Bible is a complex document that defies any set interpretations, you tend to collect random translations.)

Still, the favorite book to steal out of the librabry is the Bible. (I wonder which translation goes the fastest...)

Yesterday, while the faculty secretary was in the other room running some copies, someone entered her office stole 2 credit cards from her purse and charged thousands of dollars of stuff at Lazarus, Sears, and J.C. Penney's. (I guess she got a call from the credit card companies about unusual activity.) Her office is not in an area that a random outsider would usually come across.

Here are my comments to the offender:

Let's forget the whole "Thou shalt not steal" thing, because obviously your religious beliefs and your actions aren't coming into a great deal of conflict. Let's just talk about common (and criminal) sense. Almost every one leaves her wallet/bookbag/purse unattended around here--we're a stupidly trusting group of people--so why steal from the support staff? Don't you know that the support staff are on the bottom three rungs of the pay scale here? Think big! Go for the big money. Think faculty, think of the employees with bigger offices--hell, think of the administrative offices. Steal from one of the three offices that actually have leather chairs--you know their credit cards are probably platinum. Also, think "Quality." If I were going to be enjoying ill-gotten gains, you know damn well that I'd be purchasing them from places more elegant than Sears and Penney's.

Okay, enough of that.

For another rant, the damn brand new washing machines are still out of order! >.< I have no clean laundry. I am not happy. 12 hours is not enough time for things to drip dry in my apartment--the air is too cold and still, I guess. It feels like such a waste of quarters to have to hand wash clothes and then toss them in the drier. Grrr... (And they are talking about raising the cost of a wash. >.<)

I was going to ramble about dreams, but I'm not in a good mood now.

~inky 08:17 a.m., Tuesday, February 12, 2002

Yes, you guys were right, the PS2 ate me.

Hmm... you know, there are several things to rant about. The awful, only IE 5.5 or higher, new webpage of the school I work for... the brand-new (2 days old!) washers in the laundry room that are all out-of-order, forcing me to do emergency hand-laundering yesterday if I wanted a clean shirt for work... the pathetic bid for attention seen on one of the MLs... all that, but I'm not in a rant mood.

Hase described my weekend like this:
PS2: *burp*

That pretty much sums it up. I put in about 22 hours on FFT since Friday evening--mostly just leveling up. I can't seem to help it. I have a compulsion to master jobs. Early yesterday morning, I got to the beginning of chapter 3. I haven't actually fought any of the set battles in chapter 3 yet... I spent the rest of the day going to complete all the propositions in every town and leveling up. I have lots of money now. And Ramza is 16 levels higher. (Someone needs to stop me.)

Little Maiko said that if you like chess and tweaking characters' abilities, you'd like the game. I've heard it compared to chess before; that's why I never bothered to try it before now. (I see why one might compare it to chess, but don't let the comparison keep you from trying it.) The battles can take a long time, though. I had half an hour before work today and that was only long enough for one random battle.

I had a weird dream about a brat girl that was a year behind me in highschool and about the Michigan sweatshirt I wore a lot back then. Wonder why my brain was dragging out things over 10 years past.

Um...

Okay, let's end with the stupid phrase running through my head for a good chunk of yesterday:
"I sold my soul to Satan and all I got was this lousy T-shirt."

~inky 10:11 a.m., Monday, February 11, 2002

I really ought to start playing with people's minds more.

I think Sparky stole my watch. I haven't seen it since I was cat-sitting. I went to Wal-Mart today to get a new one--figured I'd just get something cheap. I saw what I thought was a great watch--chunky yet somehow sleek and shiny, with a huge, dark blue, numberless face--a men's watch, of course. I bought it. How could I resist? It's a big, chunky bracelet that can even wake me up in the morning. *smirks*

The woman at the counter assumed I was buying it as a Valentine's gift for my husband. >.> I'm not married, but I do wear a white-gold wedding band (on my right hand, 'cause it's too big for the left). I didn't correct her. I wanted to say, "Why, yes! It is a Valentine's gift... for my girl friend." <.<

Should have done it...

~inky 12:19 p.m., Friday, February 8, 2002

dog wife fetish (I'm in the top 10?)

Auron yaoi (I like Auron, but not enough to write him--not until he learns how to use sleeves, anyway.)

~inky 09:16 a.m., Friday, February 8, 2002

This is what I get for disagreeing with a test that said I was like a Persian cat obsessed with grooming my fur:
persian girl fetish
+sweater+fur+fetish

Not here, buddy:
sick+fetish+movie
mother and daughter smoking fetish

Vague much?
shocking behavior
The shocking behavior in my blog was Sparky cat. =^_^=

Two different people within two hours of each other:
Picture of a bandana
picture of bandana

No interesting dreams for today. I didn't spend any time with the PS2 yesterday. >.> I fear for my mental state if only the PS2 gives me memorable dreams anymore.

~inky 10:17 a.m., Thursday, February 7, 2002