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Household Interests: Final Fantasy, herding cats, anime, manga, reading, avoiding housework, more anime and reading, art, writing, encouraging artists and writers Weblog and Ficblog Links: (Header cartoon kitties by GryphonCat; BG and layout by Changeling; page title by Riss.) This weblog hosted by PITAS.com |
Rissicat And there was much wierdness.... Twig Sorry you fell offline so quickly, I hope you enjoyed the movie. I want to see it again, there was so much action, I felt like a missed tons.... The computer's clock was a day off - Very strange. And in other news, Changeling's got a whole new look, and it certainly ain't purple, this time around! Woo! ...scratched in the box at 10:41 p.m. on Sunday, May 25, 2003 Rissicat Hee. That you do, G-chan.... S'okay tho. Still cute. Back to school again. Only one class this time, though. And thank all the gods for small favors, since the next two weeks will be spent moving a 300+ member office to a new building. And management has sooooo kindly informed us that they will not close the office early to do this, so at 6pm we will turn off the network and the phones and start moving that - as well as all the computers. Looks like the first weekend in June will be hideous - working both Saturday and Sunday to get everything up and going, so that no one is inconvenienced on Monday morning. Huff. Tsaiko, good luck finding your medical records; sounds like it shouldn't be too hard. And at the risk of offering advice where it's not wanted, the last ditch thing you could do is have them draw your blood and run a "titre" check on it. (Testing for immunity) That's what I needed to do, since my childhood physician retired about a decade ago, and the records were destroyed. Ah well, back to the books. ...scratched in the box at 05:04 p.m. on Saturday, May 24, 2003 Gryphoncat -- Wow... Can I babble or what??? ...scratched in the box at 01:51 a.m. on Saturday, May 24, 2003 Gryphoncat -- posted while toasted (aka bacardi raspberry rum and fresca...disgusting,ne?) Sooo I just watched the first disk of Saiyuki. Watching it under the influence makes it much easier to bear. Oh, the humanity...err, demonity...ah, whatever. Bad art moments abound, and I don't care if Toshihiko Seki is the seiyuu for the surly monk, he's a bastard anyway. (Not a Bastard, that was Kazuki Yao. And *his* scary laugh is much scarier and more fun.) I like the dude with the little dragon...who was that, Hakkai? thanks, Rissicat...which I think is why I bought the figure almost a year ago. Yeah, the figure that since has become almost as round-heeled as my poor Squall figure. Ahh, the disadvantage of soft vinyl Kotobukiya figures. (Excuse me while I beat the figments for their suggestions of the advantages...kowaiiiiii....) I got him on his back right now so he doesn't always fall over when he's standing around Sephiroth.... <non sequitur> oh, and by the way, I call the place my figments hang out when they're not working on a story (or when they want to be out of character) the Chorus Line tavern...Chorus Line is the general term for the whole herd of them.</non sequitur> I was gonna write about the hibachi, wasn't I??? I suppose it's a good time to do that...hey Rissicat, don't go to bed without a goodnight kissu...there! Much better, even if it did include woobies (hee hee). Or maybe because it did. I have an idea about how to fix the faceplate on my car's CD player, but it's much to scary to reveal...unless it actually works. The faceplate usually bounces off the player when you hit the first bump on the road, but sometimes it waits...lures you into complaisance..err, relaxing...err, dammit, word here meaning lack of suspicion, and then it FLIES off in the middle of a smooth stretch of road right in the middle of the best passage of your favorite CD. (Which, for the record, is currently the Black Mages. Thank you, Thorne...was it you? or was it Catt who posted that?) ...And I'm gonna fix that sucker, I swear I am, in the least dignified way possible that does not include duct tape... ...oh yeah...hibachi. -- Oh my God it's EGG!!!! So there we are, sitting aroud a corner of the Hibachi table getting acquainted with Thorne, who is, of course, quite gracefully putting up with my dysaudia-induced "what? Say again?"s (did I punctuate that correctly?). And we are greatly amused and entertained by the hibachi chef's deft handling of dangerous weaponry. (Okay, I can't seem to keep my tenses straight here, so forgive me please...) The vegetables were chopped up and the keen little flaming onion volcano (LAAAAA!) had been made and was smoking merrily away when he pulled out.... ...an egg. Oh, our chef must have thought we were utterly amazed by the way he flipped that sucker around in the air with the utensils, but I'll bet he wondered why we jumped like abunch of startled cats when it hit the grill with a deadly *thwack*, breaking open on the hot metal. I don't know what Thorne thought either, 'cause we were staring at the sizzling ovum in horrified fascination, like the chef had pulled out a live snake and tossed it on the grill. Or a live grenade.... Egg it's an egg oh ghod snake I mean egg and it's gonna hurt us hurt us bad and I can't believe it's really an egg and I gotta save Rissicat somebody help us oh sweet buddha it's an egg um, I suppose some explanation is in order here? Rissicat suffered from migraines from the time she was about 9 years old. These hideous walls of torture last about 3 days long and nothing can stop the pain for her once it's started. Doctors told her it was hormones, her back, her weight, lifting stuff, caffeine, her nerves, etc., etc., etc. She had adjustments, drugs that she threw out when she found out they were addictive, a CAT scan, etc., etc., etc. Then she had a test to find out if she had any antibody reactions to certain foods. On a scale of 0 to 4, eggs rated a 4. Plus. Now if she avoids eggs, she does not get a migraine (which always developed 36 to 48 hours after she had the eggs, so we never could connect the two!). And then she does not hurt, and Changeling and I do not suffer the wrath of a Rissicat in pain...you so do not want to suffer the wrath of a Riss' in pain. So that's why we treated the egg like it was a harbinger of an Invid attack...or a second Bush term.... This is where being willing to speak up helps. I asked the waiter to get the chef an extra spatula, because if the egg got in with the veggies, it would hurt our friend here..yes, she is allergic to eggs (okay, food sensitive, really, but "allergy" is a fine buzz-word to use and makes waiters hop!)...thank you! And it only took a couple of tries for him to understand. With the noisy fan running over the hibachi table, I think he did better than I would have. Ahh yes, thus it was that the eeeevil egg was vanquished, served to the other couple who were our table-mates, and disaster was averted. And Thorne took all that snake...err, egg-wrangling in stride...is she smooth or what? After the wonderful meal we did stand out in the parking lot and talk and talk and talk until I'm sure the restaurant management just wanted us to conclude our drug deal, or shoot each other already, or something. But it was an awesome evening. I'm so glad that Thorne is just as cool as her writing...naah; Thorne is cooler. (Does this mean her writing will get jealous, and then get even better? ^_^;; ) Who will we meet next, and what weird thing can happen when we do? Can't wait to find out...Bwa ha ha haaaa!!!! Yeah, yeah, Chorus Line, "tune in next post" and all that. My goodness, I think the rum has worn off. Time for bed! ...scratched in the box at 01:49 a.m. on Saturday, May 24, 2003 Gryphoncat Weather Requisitions and Other Business.... Finally getting around to posting...bad me...^_^ I had waaay too much fun today planting purple pansies around the place. (No, not apoplectic figments; real flowers!) Only three or so more weeks until the massive campout that is Fort Fest. It’s a Fort Weyr fan club gathering of about 50 to 80 people. You’d think after running it for so long I wouldn’t get nervous. Rissicat handles it by not worrying about it until a couple days ahead of time, I freak out on the details. Like next weekend is the time to put the weather requisition in. I’ve noticed that if it’s really important, I can be fairly sure I’ll get the weather I want by asking for it *exactly* two weeks ahead of time. And asking each day, two weeks ahead. If I forget a day, sure enough, the corresponding day two weeks later will be the one where the weather fails to cooperate. No, really! Ahh, last weekend was great. We have not taken the time to travel for about ever, especially since most of my workdays are on the weekend and Rissicat has full-time normal employment in addition to her schooling. But thanks to Changeling, the arrangements were made and the trip was indeed accomplished. Thank you thank you thank you!!!! Pimlico racetrack is old. It’s not particularly friendly to the neophyte, especially a neophyte who ain’t drinking that weekend. But we managed, and I actually won a few dollars betting Funny Cide to place (sucker bet, really). But I did lose more than I won...but Rissicat won more than that in the last race betting on a horse called “Imanxlntdrivray”...or something like that. Dang horse *was* an excellent driver, and nipped in from the back at the very last second to take the race. It was neat to see da Riss’ so excited. Later, I let one of my figments from a more proper culture out as we walked back to the car. Tomo looked around at the amazing insanity, ducked back in, and I haven’t heard from him yet. Wimp. We had a great time visiting with our DC friends. Changeling managed to work some magic and got in touch with Thorne after all, so the dinner was on. Hibachi is a wonderful thing, except the fan makes it hard to hear what’s being said. Luckily Thorne didn’t seem to mind my “huh? Say again?”s too much at all. It was great to meet her and find that instant comfort zone that comes from being kindred spirits. And she liked my art...always a bonus! ^_^ Dang, I have to get to work! Tonight I’ll post one of the things that happened at the hibachi table....Gomen! ...scratched in the box at 04:38 p.m. on Friday, May 23, 2003 Rissicat Happy-Dance Department! Dashing off to my newest class, but I passed my Business professor from the Spring term in the hallway and she mentioned that I got an "A" in her class. That makes two "A's" and only my hell-psych class to go.... Damn but it feels good! And you are perfectly safe... I never throw things that actually hurt, but now you know that I will retaliate, if necessary! *EG* Hope to do it again. Want to kidnap everyone and feed them.... Logistically impractical, but a lot of fun to consider. ...scratched in the box at 05:30 p.m. on Monday, May 19, 2003 Rissicat Double-Barreled Woot What a weekend! During the "flying run" down to Baltimore we: Saw the Preakness in person, saw Matrix 2, got to actually meet Thorne in person. Thorne would have been worth the trip all alone. Thank you! Knew it would be a good weekend when Ch-chan and I both "wooted" simultaneously (and spontaneously!) after picking up Friday's mail, as we walked back up the driveway. Stupid-dumb-tired now.... Falling down, so I'm ready for school again in 16 hours. Ook. ...scratched in the box at 01:49 a.m. on Monday, May 19, 2003 Rissicat There was a graying tower by the edge of the sea; You became the light from the dark side of me. *chuf* MATRIX!! **Rawr!** Surviving. Wishing I had my grades... gearing up to go back to classes on Monday. For this weekend though, it's a wild run down to Maryland to visit friends, and hopefully Pimlico racetrack for the Preakness. Cloud story is coming along. I need one more session working on it to be done, I think. Current addiction: Mountain Dew: LiveWire. Orange-flavored caffeine... sweeeeeet. Have roomies, have chinese, have waffles.... Best damned life. Oh yeah... Am I the only one to note the irony in following a car that has these 2 bumper stickers: "Ignorance Should Be Painful" and "Elect Bush" ....? ...scratched in the box at 12:53 p.m. on Thursday, May 15, 2003 Rissicat I am in the ninth circle of "Mighty" Woke up with a "nothing can stop me" attitude, so I grabbed my daytimer and made a list. I not only did everything on the list (which included reading Twig-fic - never a bad thing!), I started cleaning up the house, too. And may yet succumb to the urge to start cooking like crazy. Last thing to maybe do: work on the fics that have languished this term. Oh, and the wonderful roomies baked me a wheat-free, dairy-free, egg-free cake. Best damned roomies in the whole blessed world!!! Purrrrrrrrrrrr ...scratched in the box at 09:50 p.m. on Saturday, May 10, 2003 Rissicat The Long, Slow Glide... Watched a Redtail Hawk perform a gorgeous, sweeping curve low over the road on my drive home tonight - and that was just how I felt inside. My last midterm exam was yesterday, and now I'm just riding the currents of time, waiting to see what the results of all my efforts were for this Spring. I know it won't be all A's again... not without the most amazing miracle or act of benevolence that I have yet to witness. I had to make up too much ground in Psych.... Coming down to the wire, I stopped everything even remotely like having a life and paid for it with a week-long tension headache that's finally starting to break. So I wait. And clean out my AOL mail, which is probably a terrifying prospect all on it's own... And maybe write a little, now that I can.... And go back into classes in 10 days, but only one, twice a week for about 4 hours a session. Roomies: Thank you so much for everything. For all the meals I didn't bother cooking, the distraction and short temper, the chores that I blew off, the dishes that piled so high that we're lucky the OSHA didn't condemn the kitchen, and for not killing me when I scared you to death by staying out at the Library until god-awful late at night, studying and researching.... You guys are my heart and soul and strength, and I wish I could say I won't do this again to you... but I can't. But I'll always do my best, because you are there for me. Always here for you, even when I'm terribly distracted ~ Rissi ...scratched in the box at 08:56 p.m. on Friday, May 9, 2003 Gryphoncat good gosh, I haven't had anything to say for a bit...sorry folks! I guess I'm still working on recovering from Medical Crisis Mode. With any luck I'll be writing again in a week or two. In the Cool Stuff Department: House O' Mews may be taking a trip to Maryland to watch the Preakness! If all works out, we'll be there when the horses are. The biggest hurdle to this trip has already been cleared: Changeling and I got the day off from the Post Office. YoW! I'll letcha know how it goes. And after that it's a trip to Kennywood, an amusement park with many wonderful ROLLER COASTERS...! That's in July. Can't wait! Hope everyone has good plans for the summer as well...except Vel', who's planning for the winter, I guess... ...scratched in the box at 04:21 p.m. on Tuesday, May 6, 2003 Changeling, D&D-world story beginning... *************** A Holy Father does not show nerves before the faithful. Andirs, high priest of Landrion's Church, reminded himself of that as he awaited word of the Church's mission to Olmedo. He raised his hands to smooth the heavy white silk of his robes and straighten the red and gold trim, noting as he did so that his fingers had an alarming tendency to tremble. Andirs drew a deep breath in hopes of settling his nerves. The attempt at calming himself failed miserably. Something has gone wrong, thought the senior cleric. We should have heard back from the Knights long before this. If anything has happened…. If anything has happened to him…. If his hair hadn't already been threaded with silver before, this interminable wait surely would have done the task. He went back to striding up and down the length of his office. While not as ornate as the cathedral proper outside, the room was more than large enough for satisfactory pacing. A hesitant tap at the door all but sent Andirs jumping out of his skin. He took a moment to force his voice to steadiness before calling out, "Yes, enter!" "Holy Father?" Brother Cabral, one of the young under-priests, entered the chamber hesitantly. "What word, Brother?" inquired the high priest, ignoring protocol in the urgency of his need to know. "Have the Knights returned from Olmedo? And were they successful?" The younger man nodded his tonsured head. "They have, Father. Brother Tirane is with them now, tending injuries. "The demon has been banished, although it claimed the life of Sir Gabren." He paused for a moment to make a sign of blessing in the departed knight's memory. "Alighieri and Florio were both badly hurt, but should recover fully with time and care." Andirs let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "That explains the delay then; they had to travel more slowly due to their wounds." "Actually, Father," Cabral admitted with more than a little reluctance, "most of the delay… was because of Sir Serafino." The High Priest twitched. "Serafino? Was he injured as well?" Amazing that his voice could sound so normal when his heart seemed to have left his body to sink through the floor. "Not badly hurt," the younger man hastened to reassure. "But… I think you should come to the sanctuary yourself, Holy Father. I don't quite know how to explain what seems to have happened." Swallowing hard against the sudden tension gripping him, Holy Father Andirs gave his surplice one last tug before abandoning his private office to follow Cabral. *************** Nothing. The young man lying prostrate on the sanctuary floor let out an unsteady breath, taking great care to keep it quiet. The near-silent huff of air stirred strands of his hair which splayed like a spill of sable ink across the pale marble tiles. Sir Serafino, Holy Knight of the Order of Heaven, raised his head until he could see the statue before him. He'd flung himself prone at the very feet of the mighty Justice-Bringer to make his plea; now, after a glance up at the stylized and inhumanly beautiful features of the gilded statue, he dared to reach out one unsteady hand and rest it on the toes of the idol. Please, my Lord… allow me to feel your presence! He tried to compose himself, to find that calm center where always before he'd been able to feel the warm impression of his deity's presence. Tried to touch the strength and knowledge beyond his own which were a Knight's true power and support. And still felt nothing. ...scratched in the box at 08:04 p.m. on Sunday, May 4, 2003 |