Friday, February 14, 2003
11:03 p.m.

[kicks Cupid right in his diapered balls. brutally. repetitively.]

Monday, February 10, 2003
08:24 p.m.

If this passes, it will be time to leave the country like rats leaving a sinking ship. I'll have to get contact lenses so as not to be 'detained' for wearing glasses & looking too smart.

Three nights in a row last week, I dreamed about cats coming to play with me... that was Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday nights, I think. Atilla even showed up once. I have no idea what this means. Need to get a kitten.

Thursday, January 30, 2003
11:27 p.m.

It has been a day of good omens, I think, if strange ones:

First item: on the way to class, on the Alameda heading into downtown San Jose. This area isn't downtown proper, but looks as if it may become that way, within eight decades. For now the businesses are situated in renovated old Victorian residences, which still have front lawns. It was on one of these front lawns, not far from the sidewalk, I might add, that a smallish raptor, probably a falcon (because all the hawks I've seen were rather bigger, and I've read that falcons adapt well to urban environments) was busy plucking a pigeon it had just downed. Right next to traffic, in somebody's front yard. Now there's a bird with balls.

Second item: a midget on a bicycle. Probably an SJSU student, as this was on campus. He appeared to be enjoying himself tremendously.

Third item, not much later: one of the new specialties aimed at otaku is a type of short-sleeved button-down shirt with an anime design of some series printed all over it; Trigun and DBZ shirts are highly available. It was on the Paseo in SJ (I forget the full name . . . it's the pedestrians-only street in the city, so it doesn't turn up on maps, or have streets marked at intersections. Gitwads.) that I saw a young man wearing one of these shirts . . . featuring Dark Schneider. I had to stop and shake his hand.

Lastly, I dunno how this counts, I was just over at the Hamon's playing with my fave rutile-quartz pendant, when I accidentally popped the stone out of its loose setting. That was bothersome for a few seconds, before I turned the stone upside-down and popped it back in. I knew the stone had been set upside-down, but I had no idea how well the bezel was crafted with regard to the correct orientation of the stone! It just can't be shifted, now; it doesn't even rattle--the fit is perfect!

Also, RG Veda scanlation is under way. >:D

Tuesday, January 21, 2003
11:45 p.m.

Well, Rabidcow went and took that "what type anime character are you" quiz (or something like that), and guess what he got. Just guess. >:D

Buuut, I guess it's just part of the nature of a typical (angsty) bishie to deny he's bishy.... XD

In other news, Reign of Fires bites. No, really. Let this be a lesson to non-American filmmakers: if you want to make a really cool semi-medieval movie with post-apocalyptic scenery and dragons, don't involve Americans. Don't cast them as characters, don't follow their directing examples, and for the love of God don't use all those nasty cliches from old American war movies. Certainly we're thrill-seeking, death-defying crazy-ass motherfuckers (to put it delicately), but if there aren't any of those in your own country, they must be putting something in your water supply. Play up your own national history of dragonslaying, already! International solidarity is all very well and good, but to pull it off properly in cinema would take the work of a filmmaking legend.

To summarize, in the cheeziest manner possible: don't play with fire, or you'll get burned, sonny.

Wednesday, January 15, 2003
03:21 p.m.

And now, my five minutes of defying authority.

Tuesday, January 14, 2003
08:38 p.m.

Sometimes I feel as if I could continue very happily for the rest of my life without a man, and sometimes I feel as if I am destined for a messy death by hormone overload, if I can't get one. I'm starting to wonder if this is just another sign that I need to lose weight: every time I gain, my libido goes haywire.

It does explain why so many of my severely overweight friends turned out so... *cough* frisky, I guess. Hmm, there might be something to this--not that I want to know what it is....

Tuesday, January 7, 2003
02:52 p.m.

Nuclear Minter, the first attempt:

Well, I suppose this might have gone better if we had been able to find a proper recipe with actual instructions, or even instructions on how to work the ice cream maker, if anyone involved had known what they were doing, or if the ice cream maker hadn't busted before the stuff froze properly. As it is, we're out one and a half tins of Altoids, a bag of York mints, a half-pint of heavy cream, and I feel like I should apologize to the dairy industry.

Rabidcow summarized it best with his Excel Saga quote: