Silent Hell
In which Jecca rambles an awful lot about mostly nothing.
I am going to cut myself off mid-sentence or mid-paragraph or whatever every time the internet dies while I am typing this up! Then I will pause and only resume typing once ** the internet stops being dead. There's one. That was short, at only about thirty seconds.
Anyway, I have finally obtained Wings of the Goddess! I AM GLEEFUL. I would be way more gleeful if the internet would stop dying long enough for me to register it, but with it dying all over the place, and PlayOnline being half-dead anyway (SquareEnix did not drop this ball. They dropkicked it), it's not like I could actually play. I will be content with having installed it. So, anyway. GLEE!
So, I was thinking at work. Work is not intellectually stimulating, and my Brain takes advantage of this by sneaking up on me while I'm distracted being mentally numb. ** What was I saying? Something about work inducing mind death that allows my Brain to sneak up and scar me. Yeah. ** STOP THAT. This internet thing is annoying.
Anyway, it occurred to me, there's probably a special hell for people who write Silent Hill fic, or at least the crossover section. Which means, since I've written one before and am working on the second now, that I am doomed to go there. ** Fifteen minutes. But I suppose going to Silent Hill crossover-writer hell isn't so bad, because I'll at least be stuck with other people insane enough to cross it with things (though I suppose that won't be as much of a consolation if the place turns out to be a Silent Hill / REAL LIFE crossover of sorts).
Every time I really think about the one I'm currently writing ** and the one major idea that caused it to exist in the first place ** I feel a bit more disturbed by it than the last time. I suppose that's the point, but eeuugh.
... In a couple DDR games, there's a song titled Silent Hill. Every time I play, or watch someone play, or anything, it makes me double-take.
It's a Christmas song. Seriously, what?
D'you know, I have quite a bad cold and am ** extremely congested. Please keep that in mind when attempting to make sense of this entry.
I've almost entirely finished my holiday shopping. The only thing left to buy is something for ** ** ** Aniko, and it doesn't come out for another few days. That's a bit depressing. (Considering I only had three people to buy for, I guess it's not a surpr ** ise that I'm done so fast, but it's still a bit depressing. ** DOESN'T ANYONE WANT ANYTHING? I will make things! Or write things! UNIVERSE, I DEMAND YOU STOP DEPRIVING ME OF PEOPLE TO GIVE THINGS TO.
Er, does anyone want anything? Speak up!)
Oh, my brother finally managed to get his expansion registered. There is, naturally, an update to go through once that's all finished. 20.2K files. ACK! POL needs an "always on top" function, so I could always hit RETRY as soon as the option pops up.
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My brother was just in here talking to me, so I only know how many times I disconnected because the PlayOnline viewer made me log back in between retries. (I have entered my registration code and am waiting for it to confirm and admit to its confirmation! This may yet be awhile.) ** AHAHA IT JUST WENT THROUGH I AM SO GLAD (it has been about two hours, but I have at least had other things to do while spamming RETRY RETRY RETRY).
Now I join my brother in the game of Updating! And disconnecting mid-update and having to check all twenty-thousand two-hundred and thirty-eight files again. yarg.
Anyway, we discussed some of the stuff we know about the expansion, and somehow this led to me asking him about his chocobo that he raised way back when. (That is his baby chocobo in my baby chocobo icon.) I have still not done that, though I keep meaning to. You have to log in every day for a month to check on your chicobo.
Now, I don't know if they've fixed it yet (I'd like to think they have), but for quite a while, when your chocobo was still just a new hatchling, ** if you told its trainer to ** have it sleep for a while (as opposed to playing with it or walking it or whatever), sometimes your baby chocobo wouldn't wake up! COMA.
Which is terrible. MY BABY CHOCOBO IS IN A COMA! Or is it back in time? With this expansion including time travel, I suppose that's entirely possible. This just in: Sam Tyler is a chocobo back in time and in a coma that dreamt it was human. Back in time. In a coma. Oh, that's convoluted. (I wonder what Frank Morgan would think about that? MAYBE HE KNEW.) And it would NEVER WAKE UP. You would have a coma-bo.
So if I ever do finally get my stuff together and raise my own chocobo, it will never sleep as an infant, because I DO NOT WANT A COMA CHICOBO. If that happened, I would cry. FOR EVER.
** D'you know, it is late. I think I will bother with this update some other time. Like, three years from now. This is a global release, so I understand why the servers are all flooded and slow-moving, but that doesn't make it any less annoying.
I mean. Maybe if I didn't have to check all those files every time I disconnected. Right now I am extremely jealous of my brother with h ** is ethernet cable. (Actually, he's still disconnecting, too, so it's not a wireless thi ** ng.)
Whatever. I am sick and need to go to bed, anyway.
GOOD NIGHT.
I am going to cut myself off mid-sentence or mid-paragraph or whatever every time the internet dies while I am typing this up! Then I will pause and only resume typing once ** the internet stops being dead. There's one. That was short, at only about thirty seconds.
Anyway, I have finally obtained Wings of the Goddess! I AM GLEEFUL. I would be way more gleeful if the internet would stop dying long enough for me to register it, but with it dying all over the place, and PlayOnline being half-dead anyway (SquareEnix did not drop this ball. They dropkicked it), it's not like I could actually play. I will be content with having installed it. So, anyway. GLEE!
So, I was thinking at work. Work is not intellectually stimulating, and my Brain takes advantage of this by sneaking up on me while I'm distracted being mentally numb. ** What was I saying? Something about work inducing mind death that allows my Brain to sneak up and scar me. Yeah. ** STOP THAT. This internet thing is annoying.
Anyway, it occurred to me, there's probably a special hell for people who write Silent Hill fic, or at least the crossover section. Which means, since I've written one before and am working on the second now, that I am doomed to go there. ** Fifteen minutes. But I suppose going to Silent Hill crossover-writer hell isn't so bad, because I'll at least be stuck with other people insane enough to cross it with things (though I suppose that won't be as much of a consolation if the place turns out to be a Silent Hill / REAL LIFE crossover of sorts).
Every time I really think about the one I'm currently writing ** and the one major idea that caused it to exist in the first place ** I feel a bit more disturbed by it than the last time. I suppose that's the point, but eeuugh.
... In a couple DDR games, there's a song titled Silent Hill. Every time I play, or watch someone play, or anything, it makes me double-take.
It's a Christmas song. Seriously, what?
D'you know, I have quite a bad cold and am ** extremely congested. Please keep that in mind when attempting to make sense of this entry.
I've almost entirely finished my holiday shopping. The only thing left to buy is something for ** ** ** Aniko, and it doesn't come out for another few days. That's a bit depressing. (Considering I only had three people to buy for, I guess it's not a surpr ** ise that I'm done so fast, but it's still a bit depressing. ** DOESN'T ANYONE WANT ANYTHING? I will make things! Or write things! UNIVERSE, I DEMAND YOU STOP DEPRIVING ME OF PEOPLE TO GIVE THINGS TO.
Er, does anyone want anything? Speak up!)
Oh, my brother finally managed to get his expansion registered. There is, naturally, an update to go through once that's all finished. 20.2K files. ACK! POL needs an "always on top" function, so I could always hit RETRY as soon as the option pops up.
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My brother was just in here talking to me, so I only know how many times I disconnected because the PlayOnline viewer made me log back in between retries. (I have entered my registration code and am waiting for it to confirm and admit to its confirmation! This may yet be awhile.) ** AHAHA IT JUST WENT THROUGH I AM SO GLAD (it has been about two hours, but I have at least had other things to do while spamming RETRY RETRY RETRY).
Now I join my brother in the game of Updating! And disconnecting mid-update and having to check all twenty-thousand two-hundred and thirty-eight files again. yarg.
Anyway, we discussed some of the stuff we know about the expansion, and somehow this led to me asking him about his chocobo that he raised way back when. (That is his baby chocobo in my baby chocobo icon.) I have still not done that, though I keep meaning to. You have to log in every day for a month to check on your chicobo.
Now, I don't know if they've fixed it yet (I'd like to think they have), but for quite a while, when your chocobo was still just a new hatchling, ** if you told its trainer to ** have it sleep for a while (as opposed to playing with it or walking it or whatever), sometimes your baby chocobo wouldn't wake up! COMA.
Which is terrible. MY BABY CHOCOBO IS IN A COMA! Or is it back in time? With this expansion including time travel, I suppose that's entirely possible. This just in: Sam Tyler is a chocobo back in time and in a coma that dreamt it was human. Back in time. In a coma. Oh, that's convoluted. (I wonder what Frank Morgan would think about that? MAYBE HE KNEW.) And it would NEVER WAKE UP. You would have a coma-bo.
So if I ever do finally get my stuff together and raise my own chocobo, it will never sleep as an infant, because I DO NOT WANT A COMA CHICOBO. If that happened, I would cry. FOR EVER.
** D'you know, it is late. I think I will bother with this update some other time. Like, three years from now. This is a global release, so I understand why the servers are all flooded and slow-moving, but that doesn't make it any less annoying.
I mean. Maybe if I didn't have to check all those files every time I disconnected. Right now I am extremely jealous of my brother with h ** is ethernet cable. (Actually, he's still disconnecting, too, so it's not a wireless thi ** ng.)
Whatever. I am sick and need to go to bed, anyway.
GOOD NIGHT.