Archive for October, 2001

Corkies 5

Originally done when I was still in high school, so the entry has been back-dated to a million years ago.
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Ettin had a shitty internet connection.

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metaphor

I built a tower once, neglected all my others for it.
And that tower fell under it’s own weight.
I’ve since been rebuilding my other towers.
But I didn’t have enough materials.
So bits of the fallen tower have gotten into my new ones.

BK

I hate my job. I’m pretty sure I don’t work today, so they shouldn’t be calling me. If they do, I’ll tell them that I have plans for later and I can’t cancel them. They work me 10-11 hours a day now. I’m not going to do it 5 days in a row. I could barely stand 4 last week. All that cleaning, the scrubbing, the scraping, the sweeping, the wiping, the chemicals that make me physically ill . . . blech. Taking the entire kitchen apart by myself, cleaning it, then putting it back together. Then washing off all the dishes and wiping down all the tables and counters, by myself. And then the sweeping every floor in the huge ass BK, and going over and mopping it. Thank god I don’t have to clean the fryers. Yet.

And what really really sucks is that even though I’ve only been there 2 weeks, I’m faster than any crew member they ever had >_< I’m GOOD at this shitty job.

katsucon 8

“In February, I’m being dragged back to Baltimore with the rest of Bukimi Anime for the Katsucon. another weekend-long anime convention”

First thought – “Jorenko and I should go, too!”

“Then i should be able to legally sell my anime/game fanart”

– I should do that, too

“I love hanging out with the BA gang, but i want my online friends to come with me, we could chip in and get our own hotel room and stuffz…. le-sigh…. “
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Things I want in life

Things I want in life:

Should I ever have a life/limb threatening injury, I hope to keep a sane state of mind and bitch like a normal person, and not blubber like a baby.

I wish to be or meet a Neko-jin, without use the characteristic “nyus” and such.

I want to be paid for my talents.

I want the talentless to stop proclaiming themselves great and actually attempt to turn out decent work.

I want my life to go well.

I want order, and organized chaos.

megajuno

Jorenko says I should make JFGPC using a full sheet of the Juno sprites.

Stuff

Oh no, chemicals!

Schroe Dot Org: SHANNON IS THE STUPIDEST BINT ALIVE
A1b2c3d444: why now?
Schroe Dot Org: The stupid bitch HIT A MAN WITH HER CAR AND NEARLY KILLED HIM. IN FRONT OF MY HOUSE. THE MAN WAS A TRUCKER. HE WAS STOPPED SO HE COULD USE THE PAY PHONE. HE NEEDED TO USE THE PHONE BECAUSE HIS TRUCK WAS LEAKING TOXIC CHEMICALS.
A1b2c3d444: damn i had the hardest time getting home today i wondered what it was
Schroe Dot Org: STONY RIDGE IS FUCKING POISONED. IT TOOK ME 45+ MINUTES TO GET HOME FROM WORK.

Got off job at 1:15, JUST GOT HOME, 2:15. It takes 5 minutes to get home on a NORMAL day. On the way home, I see that Route 20 is closed off. I’m about 2 miles from my house. They won’t let me through to get home.
Fine. I take their 20-minutes-out-of-my-way detour I come down East Broadway, with is about 500 feet from my house. Closed off. They won’t let me through. So I head down Libby Road. That takes me about a mile or so AWAY FROM MY HOUSE.
I come around the other side on Route 20. Closed off. This point is about 2000 feet from my house. I can SEE IT FROM THERE. They won’t let me through. So back I go, the way I came, about another mile away from my house. I go on the OTHER side of 20 this time, and finally get home, it’s 2:05 The center of the accident is 400 feet from my house. This one girl, a fucking idiotic bitch that I had the displeasure of going to school with, who also drove her care into a public swimming quarry last year, HAS HIT A MAN. He was CROSSING THE STREET. To get BACK TO HIS TRUCK.
He had crossed the street TO USE THE PHONE. He needed to use the phone to report THAT HIS TRUCK WAS LEAKING TOXIC CHEMICALS. 400 FEET FROM MY HOUSE.

rant

A high school teacher once said to me, “Teenagers don’t have REAL problems.” I never believed a word of it. All problems are real, at the time that they occur. Looking back, we may laugh on some of the things we’ve done, though we may not have been laughing at the time. Just like now, when we disgrace a national tragedy with a poorly executed historical fiction based on it, it will be done with current events . . .But these national things, as important as they are . . . bear no relevance to us. The pressure put on by peers is what is important now. The daily goals we set when we’re young are great things, and will change when the time is right. You have no idea how great it is to not have to deal with other people surrounding you, people you may or may not like, people with similar or dissimilar interests. But you will know, and that’s the best thing about it. When you go to college, at least you’ll be with people who are like-minded, rather than just the people who may live around you.

there’s no sound

[Adapted from a log with a friend]
[Me] Family sucks.
[Friend] Why?
[Me] My brother’s being a total dick to me. I just built him a fucking PC and he can’t even be civil. He expects and demands that I give him parts of MY PC to get his working, because my parents can’t afford all the accessories right now. (RAM cost too much, I told them to wait.)
[Friend] Phbbt. Fuck him. My brother pulls shit like that.
[Me] So my parents ask that I give him one of my chips.
[Friend] Hell no.
[Me] I don’t mind. I have two 128’s he’d be paying me back anyway. My voodoo was the main reason my PC’d crash so much. Solution: Give [Brother] voodoo (since he’ll be running 98. Voodoo3 3500 doesn’t run well in 2k) I get new video card. I don’t get what I was promised.
[Friend] >_<
[Me] I get some POS Radeon that’s about a tenth the power of my voodoo, with NO ACCESSORIES. “We can’t afford what you want.” They’ll fucking afford for my birthday. I’ll make sure of that. [Brother] wanted a cheap, fast processor, AMD Duron 850. I told him that Durons/Athlons overheat too much. He doesn’t care.
[Friend] Sucks to be him. Just don’t let him get his hands on yours.
[Me] His PC overheats after being on for 20 minutes.
[Friend] I just don’t trust or like brothers. Mine steals too much.
[Me] He EXPECTS ME TO GIVE HIM MY CASE FAN. I told him that I won’t give him my case fan, I’d have to shut down my PC to do so, and his PC is not more important than the servers I run. He storms off in a huff and I get to installing his sound card.
[Friend] And?
[Me] He throws a fit that I’m not sitting in front of his PC watching it install. (The installation of the drivers takes a fucking hour. I’m not sitting there for that)
[Friend] The same brother that wrecks cars and shit?
[Me] Yup. Only one sibling in this house.
[Friend] I mean you or your family no offense, but.. Is [Brother] the sort that’s just so whiny, bitchy, overbearing and annoying that the parents give in to get him TO SHUT THE FUCK UP?
[Me] Pretty much, yes. So he sits in front of it and complains that the install is taking too long.
[Friend] I can’t believe how patient you are, honestly.
[Me] I’m a nerd. I hide.
[Friend] … No. You’re fierce. Don’t even joke like that.
[Me] I’m afraid of the guy, okay?
[Friend] …
[Me] He used to beat me over the head with bats
[Friend] I’m going to come, adopt you and leave MY brother with him. I’d kill to have you for a sister.
[Me] Ditto.
[Friend] I drilled fear into my brothers. My hate knows no boundaries. They might be bigger, but I’m scarier.
[Me] I install the sound card. [Brother] plugs in the speakers. No luck. (I’m downstairs now, my dad needs help with a video game.) He runs downstairs.
“Fix my computer, there’s no sound.”
I tell him to try all the plugs in the back (He bought a 3 speaker system, and a sound card meant for an 8 speaker system. Fuckwit.)
He comes down again. “There’s still no sound.”
I go upstairs, and I test the drivers, etc.
He chips in, “Well, there was sound, but it was all scratchy.”
…. “So you’re telling me that there WAS sound, even though you told me there wasn’t?”
“Well, yeah. But Scratchy music isn’t sound.”
[Friend] Ooong. I’m going to kill him.
[Me] “[Brother], that doesn’t matter, there was still sound, so that means that there’s nothing wrong with the card. When you told me there was no sound what-”
“But it was sc-“
“There was still sound.”
“But, it w-“
“There was still-”
“WHY YOU ALWAYS GOTTA BE SUCH A BITCH TO ME?! [insert incoherent bitching]” It was something like, “You’re always a fucking bitch and I’m fucking sick of it!”
And I told him, “Give my back my fucking hardware.”
“FINE TAKE IT!”
So I took back all my stuff, shut down my PC, reinstalled it, RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. After I told him I wouldn’t shut it down. I found out the problem with his sound before I took it all out, too. 1. Internal volume control was too low 2. External was too high 3. Subwoofer’s bass was UP ALL THE WAY. 4. LIMP BIZKIT