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Written at 2:58 pm, Thursday, August 4th
So the wireless has decided that it hates my IP address. I think I know how to fix it but… Ever had one of those days where you wake up tired? Where you just want to curl into a ball and not be bothered? That’s today.
It sucks too, ‘cause I have all sorts of things that I really should be doing. Like calling for an appointment to get new glasses, figuring out when/where I can work on my costumes, sketching out some sort of meal plan for Otakon, doing the garbage (missed that this morning too… sigh), doing dishes (you know it’s time when there are no more clean plates). Fairly sure there are others. Need sugar or something… maybe caffeine. I’ve got music pumping out of the stereo… and it’s doing absolutely nothing. Energy vampires.
Maybe I’ll write a T short story for Hobbit. Hmm.
Or not. FFX takes less effort, neh?
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Friday, 6:45 am, August 5th: Villains and smurf-hats
Whelp. It’s morning. And still no net. Eh. Later I’ll move over and just use the LAN lines. One odd little thought. Playing FFX again, and I hit this boss battle with the creepy nemesis for the game. The thing that kind of threw me was the quote that he muttered at the very end, which was “I will have the power that defeated Anima!” I’ve fought this battle twice, and both times it’s been Auron (or Elvis for those who don’t care enough to play the game) who’s done the killing hit. (now that’s an awkward sentence.. Better than my previous version which was the finishing stroke… :p)
So my question is, when given the choice, what reasonable villain wouldn’t go after the naïve coed/teenage girl to gain power, rather than the grizzled 40-something man with serious 5 o’clock shadow issues? (Female ones into wabi-sabi? (sp?) The appreciation of simple/broken things)(what exactly is the definition of grizzled anyway?)
Make an interesting writing exercise. From the POV of the villain, a case of mistaken power-source causes him to go after the sweet-young-thing, when/how is the misunderstanding corrected (um, my uncle has the ultima weapon, not me… wait where are you going?), and what happens to the traditional “I want to force you to marry me to increase my powers and have my evil way with you,” plan after the truth comes out? (Look, I’m the evil villain of this plot, I don’t care how pretty I am I’m still not wearing the dress! White just isn‘t my color!)
Glee.
Now I really want to write that… there are so many evil things I could do with mixed up plots. I also really want to go play. Hmm. Video games at 7 interfere with watching the morning news though… So I suppose I’ll have to wait. Hmm. I could call Beth! Give her a nice wake up call, eh? (cue the maniacal laughter) Or not, given that she’s had probably had 2 or 3 hours of sleep at this point. I could do something productive, but that would just be wrong… Like, dishes… Or vacuuming… heeeey, loud noises, crank up the stereo… that might actually be fun in this sort of mood.
Or I could just sit here drinking my coffee and twitching. Hmm. Something else to add to the list for con, smurf-hat. No reference to exploding Smurf’s… Y’know the non-dairy coffee creamer that has the bright red tops that look like Smurf hat’s? That’s what I’m talking about… You just have to be careful about how much of it you drink. If you drink like 2 cups a day heavily creamed for 2 weeks you end up sweating French vanilla flavor out your pores. Creepy, but something to keep in mind. Kind of like pineapple to sweeten, yes?
*twitch-twitch* Perhaps I should stop drinking at this point. Yes, yes… that would be a good idea. Maybe go plan out a Moogle. Find a teddy bear pattern and mutilate it. And the foot pedal for the Kenmore.
*twitch* Yes, progress…
WHHHHHEEEEEEEE!
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9:00 am
Ok, so I haven’t done anything but take a shower and cover my car in preparation for thunderstorms, that counts as doing something doesn’t it? Also hauled cardboard back into the garage so it wouldn’t get all soggy.
Plus, hauling it all back in negated Curt’s progress in attempting to clean out the garage, so I get points for extra evilness.
*evil smirk* Now off to play!
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6:57 pm
Elvis kicks ass now. It’s kind of frightening. I stopped and restarted the game so this time I know exactly how to do things. Now the characters are more powerful than they were when I stopped an there’s approximately 5 more hours of gameplay left until I reach that point. I want the TV back so I can keep going.
Curt's apartment situation is severely confused as far as I know. There seems to be a debate going back and forth between whether or not he’s going to be moving out mid month or keeping it. No, I don’t know what’s going on either. And it looks like I’ll be getting a tv at some point either way. Score. Now where the hell am I going to put it? *sigh*
Oh, and if anyone’s parents (or anyone really) want mp3’s of their vinyl records should talk to me at some point. (thought of 'cause of Joan Baez drifting in from the other room)
Oooh, look, sushi on Good Eats!
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wabi sabi: “... nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect. To accept these realities is to accept contentment as the maturation of happiness, and to acknowledge that clarity and grace can be found in unvarnished existence.”
So I was right, I knew that it wasn't just some random made up word.
So the wireless has decided that it hates my IP address. I think I know how to fix it but… Ever had one of those days where you wake up tired? Where you just want to curl into a ball and not be bothered? That’s today.
It sucks too, ‘cause I have all sorts of things that I really should be doing. Like calling for an appointment to get new glasses, figuring out when/where I can work on my costumes, sketching out some sort of meal plan for Otakon, doing the garbage (missed that this morning too… sigh), doing dishes (you know it’s time when there are no more clean plates). Fairly sure there are others. Need sugar or something… maybe caffeine. I’ve got music pumping out of the stereo… and it’s doing absolutely nothing. Energy vampires.
Maybe I’ll write a T short story for Hobbit. Hmm.
Or not. FFX takes less effort, neh?
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Friday, 6:45 am, August 5th: Villains and smurf-hats
Whelp. It’s morning. And still no net. Eh. Later I’ll move over and just use the LAN lines. One odd little thought. Playing FFX again, and I hit this boss battle with the creepy nemesis for the game. The thing that kind of threw me was the quote that he muttered at the very end, which was “I will have the power that defeated Anima!” I’ve fought this battle twice, and both times it’s been Auron (or Elvis for those who don’t care enough to play the game) who’s done the killing hit. (now that’s an awkward sentence.. Better than my previous version which was the finishing stroke… :p)
So my question is, when given the choice, what reasonable villain wouldn’t go after the naïve coed/teenage girl to gain power, rather than the grizzled 40-something man with serious 5 o’clock shadow issues? (Female ones into wabi-sabi? (sp?) The appreciation of simple/broken things)(what exactly is the definition of grizzled anyway?)
Make an interesting writing exercise. From the POV of the villain, a case of mistaken power-source causes him to go after the sweet-young-thing, when/how is the misunderstanding corrected (um, my uncle has the ultima weapon, not me… wait where are you going?), and what happens to the traditional “I want to force you to marry me to increase my powers and have my evil way with you,” plan after the truth comes out? (Look, I’m the evil villain of this plot, I don’t care how pretty I am I’m still not wearing the dress! White just isn‘t my color!)
Glee.
Now I really want to write that… there are so many evil things I could do with mixed up plots. I also really want to go play. Hmm. Video games at 7 interfere with watching the morning news though… So I suppose I’ll have to wait. Hmm. I could call Beth! Give her a nice wake up call, eh? (cue the maniacal laughter) Or not, given that she’s had probably had 2 or 3 hours of sleep at this point. I could do something productive, but that would just be wrong… Like, dishes… Or vacuuming… heeeey, loud noises, crank up the stereo… that might actually be fun in this sort of mood.
Or I could just sit here drinking my coffee and twitching. Hmm. Something else to add to the list for con, smurf-hat. No reference to exploding Smurf’s… Y’know the non-dairy coffee creamer that has the bright red tops that look like Smurf hat’s? That’s what I’m talking about… You just have to be careful about how much of it you drink. If you drink like 2 cups a day heavily creamed for 2 weeks you end up sweating French vanilla flavor out your pores. Creepy, but something to keep in mind. Kind of like pineapple to sweeten, yes?
*twitch-twitch* Perhaps I should stop drinking at this point. Yes, yes… that would be a good idea. Maybe go plan out a Moogle. Find a teddy bear pattern and mutilate it. And the foot pedal for the Kenmore.
*twitch* Yes, progress…
WHHHHHEEEEEEEE!
----
9:00 am
Ok, so I haven’t done anything but take a shower and cover my car in preparation for thunderstorms, that counts as doing something doesn’t it? Also hauled cardboard back into the garage so it wouldn’t get all soggy.
Plus, hauling it all back in negated Curt’s progress in attempting to clean out the garage, so I get points for extra evilness.
*evil smirk* Now off to play!
----
6:57 pm
Elvis kicks ass now. It’s kind of frightening. I stopped and restarted the game so this time I know exactly how to do things. Now the characters are more powerful than they were when I stopped an there’s approximately 5 more hours of gameplay left until I reach that point. I want the TV back so I can keep going.
Curt's apartment situation is severely confused as far as I know. There seems to be a debate going back and forth between whether or not he’s going to be moving out mid month or keeping it. No, I don’t know what’s going on either. And it looks like I’ll be getting a tv at some point either way. Score. Now where the hell am I going to put it? *sigh*
Oh, and if anyone’s parents (or anyone really) want mp3’s of their vinyl records should talk to me at some point. (thought of 'cause of Joan Baez drifting in from the other room)
Oooh, look, sushi on Good Eats!
----
wabi sabi: “... nurtures all that is authentic by acknowledging three simple realities: nothing lasts, nothing is finished, and nothing is perfect. To accept these realities is to accept contentment as the maturation of happiness, and to acknowledge that clarity and grace can be found in unvarnished existence.”
So I was right, I knew that it wasn't just some random made up word.