Saturday, December 30, 2006

The Anti-New Year's Eve

Some things are in the eye of the beholder. Other things are in the beholder of the eye. Who I am is both, so answer me this: Who are you?, so I can know who's eye is beholding and who is beholding the eye, and carefully calculate the odds to correctly select the right persona to present, as if picking what mask to wear to a Masked Ball - life is deceitful.

So today I won a Snickers bar. I bet Dad that six or more people would come in the Galeria. So far? 18. Does that mean he owes me another two Snickers bars?

I'm going to the Hotel C tomorrow night, will tell all in 2007. *sniffle* this is the last post, and the last 2006 installment of the "antidote" series... *sniffle*... Bye all you guys! Thanks for reading! Have a good New Year! See you next year!

Happy New Firework - thingie.

If you can't find fireworks...

Click here.

Happy New Years everyone! One more post to go!

PS ~ I'd recommend clicking fast in one place for a while, it looks really cool!


"Well, if someone gave you $$5000 dolars..."

"Who would do that?"

"A monkey!"

I told you so.

It wasn't just a quirk of photo manipulation! The frogs, they REALLY rain!
Even the World Almanac for Kids 2007 says that its possible! Look!:

RAINING FROGS: Yes, it can happen. On many ocasions, it has been reported that frogs, fish, and other small marine animals have rained down during a storm. This is likely caused by a waterspout or tornado that picks up animals from one spot and drops them down in another.

This is much more percise though! See:

  • In 1873, Scientific American reported that Kansas City, Missouri was blanketed with frogs that dropped from the sky during a storm.
  • Minneapolis, Minnesota was pelted with frogs and toads in July, 1901. A news item stated: "When the storm was at its highest... there appeared as if descending directly from the sky a huge green mass. Then followed a peculiar patter, unlike that of rain or hail. When the storm abated the people found, three inches deep and covering an area of more than four blocks, a collection of a most striking variety of frogs... so thick in some places [that] travel was impossible."
  • The citizens of Naphlion, a city in southern Greece, were surprised one morning in May, 1981, when they awoke to find small green frogs falling from the sky. Weighing just a few ounces each, the frogs landed in trees and plopped into the streets. The Greek Meteorological Institute surmised they were picked up by a strong wind. It must have been a very strong wind. The species of frog was native to North Africa!
  • In 1995, reports Fortean Times Online, Nellie Straw of Sheffield, England, was driving through Scotland on holiday with her family when they encountered a severe storm. Along with the heavy rain, however, hundreds of frogs suddenly pelted her car.
From See the full article here.

What did I say, huh? What did I say?

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Today: Um...; Part 2: Quotes from... places.

"there is a visualization called, "my tornado is resting," only the first time I saw it I thought it said "my tomato is resting"...
the perils of investigating Windows Media Player: TOMATO TORNADOS!!

Today: Um...

11:22 AM
So today we have a post-Boxing-Day party to go to. And for once I just wanna stay home with a computer and an internet connection, a chair and a fuzzy blanket. I think my toes would make good ice cubes right about now, as a matter of fact.

11:35 AM
Found socks, am listening to the Tragic Treasury "as excecuted by the Gothic Archies".

12:55 PM

I don't see any crows in the streets, so what's Stephin Merritt talking about, hmm?

4:07 PM

I cleaned the table. Well I didn't clean it. I relocated the debris.

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

The Anti-Boxing Day

Okay. Christmas has come, and gone. That makes today...

(drum roll please)


Following in the tradition of The Anti-Christmas, the Anti-Boxing Day. Randomness. That.

Chatting with Mom and I's friend, Mr. P:
Me: Okay.
Me: Monkeys!!
Mr. P.: Monkeys?
Me: Monkeys.
Mr. P.: Really?
Me: Monkeys, indeedilly deedilly deed.
Mr. P.: Ok, I guess it is monkeys, I'm finding motorcycle parts online
Me: Bannanas.
Mr. P.: I'm a little busy now, I'll banana you later, OK?
Me: Bannanas for the ilusionist flamingos with aqua-lungs in the hermite and steel alloy box with the cork on top filled with water for the champange. Okay.
Mr. P.: BFN
Me: ?
Mr. P.: Bye For Now
Me: Thanks. You get an honorary Bannanaa!!
Me: Actually I think I'll have the bannanaa, give me that bannanaa!

"Age is a subject of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter."

~Mark Twain

"Wait until I have finished my problem!"
~Archimedes, to the Roman soldier who captured and killed him.

"Never put off until tomorrow what you can do the day after tomorrow."
~Mark Twain

All that is all well and good, you say, but I want to hear about your Christmas, you ask? Well, I'm flattered, I have to say. So:
  1. The night of Christmas Eve we got home late but not late enough to stop me from writing a letter to Santa (call me stupid - I belive.), prepping a plate of cookies and scattering oats for the reindeer which they didn't eat.

  2. I woke up (and consequently woke Mom up) at five in the morning, but she managed to convince me to sleep until six forty-seven. I know because I looked at the clock.

  3. I got mostly books which I will review in time and some other notable stuff, in no particular order:

    • A set of portable speaker-things that have an exclusive plugin for iPod Shuffles (I like their slogan, to tell you the truth; its rather clever: "shuffle off this mortal coil" XD)
    • A hollow milk chocolate reindeer
    • A pocket knife
    • A silver bracelet that says "IMAGINE," which prompted several random belting outs of "Imagine all the people,
      Living for today...
      You may say, I'm a dreamer
      But I'm not the only one
      I hope some day you will join us
      And the world will live as one"
    • A set of sweatpants and a jacket, the pants of which are too big for me, the jacket of which fits.
    • Uncle John's Curiously Compelling Bathroom Reader ("YOU are getting very, very CURIOUS")
    • Peppermints
    • A huge tootsie roll
    • An insulated lunch thing
    • And for the rest of the books? Well:
      • Fly By Night by Frances Hardinge
      • Diary of a Young Girl (by Anne Frank)
      • The End by Lemony Snicket
      • Ptolemy's Gate by Jonothan Stroud
      • And others.
    • The Gothic Archies' performance of "The Tragic Treasury"
    • The original soundtrack to "The Princess Diaries"

  4. We were going to drive out to someone's house for open house because Mr. P. wanted to say Hi but the house was... closed.

  5. We went back to Mrs. V-G's house, where Mr. P. is staying, and then we went to Someone Else's house for a party in which the kids (and me - I was the oldest >:D) started up a merry and not-quite-good game of...

  6. After that party, we went to Mr and Mrs. M's house for the real Christmas party.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Clock tics and I am bored.

Overcompensating for something I haven't done.
~Me, yet again

And the imaginary clock tics and tocs closer to Christmas...

My goal, I shall achieve!

My goal is 100 posts by New Years, so it'll say 2006: 100 posts. I'd love that. So here goes nothing; I'm pretty close already!

Today: Beee...p

Today Dad and I went to the beach to take photos before breakfast.
Today dad's camera, big lens and tripod was ambushed by a freak wave, but are still working, and mine kept insisting the (charged) battery didn't have any charge and beeeeee...p-ing shrilly. Such is the life of a Cat...

Retouched; can you tell?

This picture is actually retouched. Dad removed the many pinkish bumps on my nose and forehead. The nice thing is that during a conversation theroff I mentioned that no, they don't matter everything to me, it's just a bit annoying. He says I have an advantage over my peers in that.

Hips are a relative thing these days, part two

"After executing Hip Attack on those three different people with similar anti-gravity results my contented hip became a devotee of World Peace. But while minding my own business trying to make conversation with E, J and Z separately, they launched a hip revolt that I fell for on all three occasions, which made me realise that retribution is hard to escape."

Spam? Damn!

Dad gets, on average, over 20 spam emails a day on one of his accounts. Jeez... In the history of all my accounts, I've gotten an average of 0 spam emails. Ever. Are you jealous yet?

Hips are a relative thing these days

"Yesterday morning I tried to dislodge Z's hip using my own with an Angelique rendition of High-fiving: Using Hips, Because That's Hip, Because Angelique Says So. After witnessing Z fly across the corridor I realised that Hip Attack has anti-gravity effects and can propel an object, wailing or otherwise, some distance up and away. And I couldn't wait to do it again, except she wouldn't let me. Upon which my hip moved on to victimise E and J."

New Years? What does it LOOK like, a goat?

Read that book, 'War and Peace'
–g. bush

Gain ten pounds (in my wallet)
–d. zee

Finish that book “My Pet Goat”
–G. Bush

Make peace with my evil computer
–d. zee

Stop waiting for life to happen
–R. kenney

Don't get distracted (Look! a car!)
–d. zee

Seems like some ppl with bad spelling are impersonating US presidents o.O ... XD

The Anti-Christmas

This morning Dad and I were listening to some Xmas music that XM had and the program we were listening to was called "The Anti Christmas Music". So that inspired a post with the lyrics of one of my very favorites and some philosophical musing, also possible explanation of my religious status and why my dad lives in a trailer and mom in a house. Figures, its Christmas so I'll wear my fingers out more. This post may also include why two of my fingers are burnt. Also, guest appearance from a very cynical song sung by some kids who sound, if anything, younger than me and griping because I can't get the twitter badge to go in!
"That's today's scedule so far on the Raining Cats And Frogs Show on CHRISTMAAAAAAS EEEEEEVE!!!"
(You'll have to pardon John, he gets excited if you give him any airtime)

The Christians and the Pagans - Dar Williams

Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,
Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay."
And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,
He watched his son hang candy canes all made with red dye number three.
He told his niece, "It's Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,"
She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been a while,"

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.

The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,
Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a witch?"
His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen,
And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian,
But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,
And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning,
'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.

When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother."
Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.
He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year,
He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas and your daughter's here."
He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying,
"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.

Okay so my fingers are burnt because I grabbed a smoldering coal last night. Happy? Not the brightest thing you've ever done, Cat. Nooooo....

Okay. My religious status? Hodgepodge extraordinaire. Y'see, Dad was raised Jewish and found Buddhist meditation, not believing all of it but enough that it works for him. And Mom? She has what's considered the norm in the US as I gather: not exactly Christian but celebrates Christmas, Easter, [Christian] New Year etc. So aforementioned hodgepodge extraordinaire.

Now you want to know about the living arrangements!? FINE! Dad lives in a trailer in Las T. on the exact other side of town from mom in San V. (neighborhoods), because mom and dad are divorced in all but law and have been for almost four years. And BTW, the damn construction is still under d'arvitting way. I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS STUPID DAMN CONSTRUCTION!!! Ookay that's not very holiday spirit-y. That was good to get out of my system though.

Has anyone noticed a lot of parallels between religions? I'm not talking about Roman and Greek in other words Ripoff and oriGinal (R for Roman G for Greek) I'm just talking about how the sun is, in many cases I have encountered, male and the moon vice versa; I wonder if JRR Tolkien therefore made the Sun female and the Moon vice versa in the common beliefs of Middle Earth.

"Santa Doesn't Come to Little Jewish Children's Houses" - Yid Kids
This is a wonderfully cynical song that is mostly the repeating of the title phrase, though there are some parts that provide a helpful relief from the repetition, such as the section devoted to telling you about how they sometimes let little Christian kids in on the secret, that Santa is a lie, because Santa doesn't come to little Jewish children's houses... (and so on) and the bit about how when they get their presents they know Mommy and Daddy sent them, and there's a little Christian kid sometimes interrupting; the first time "stop! Stop it!" and the second, "Merry Christma- are you listening to me?!" I really liked this song and hope Dad and I can get a copy.

And I still can't get the twitter badge in, damnnit! Damn damn.... *Blogger politely cuts C off* Wish me luck...

Dad's dreaming of a purple Christmas....

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Who am I?

"For sale: Perfectionist kid, likes candles"

Submit your own six word memoir here...

...Six word new years resolutions here.

"Stupid world, don't be stupid please."
~Me, again

There is a noticiable lack of Hannukah going on

So last night was THE last night of Hannukah, wow. Another year [almost] over, and what have I done? I haven't even learned a new language. You stupid lazy girl (is restrained from hitting self over head) Jeez that's not healthy.... Okay I'm better now. And anyway maybe if I save up my money I'll get one of those thingies to learn languages, there's one for French... I kinda like French...

Blogger lookit you!

The Beta version of blogger has appearently become the dominant because now blogger says Blogger Beta and also its instead of or I'm proud of the Blogger ppl, yeah I am. It was probably hard to make the switch. So anyway I'm anticipating a bit of trouble with Blogger because its working out the kinks.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Some odd things for you people to check out

A python is pulled out of a toilet.

A really weird deer.

The smallest dog in the world.

And just for laughs, this six word autobiography:
"What? Lemony Snicket? Lemony Snicket? What?"
– Daniel Handler

Mmmm the cookies are mostly done. Penut butter blossoms here I come!

Six-word new years resolutions

Here are some of mine:

Remember more factoids, freak people out.
–C. R

Being geek is fun, not wise.
–C. R

My mistakes won't be repeated again.
–C. R

Add your own here.

Whoa! Seems like a bit of an anticlimatic title, JK!

J K Rowling has anounced the title of the seventh book appearently. Here it is (of course I can't let you guys go without a bit of suspense! What do you take me for?)!!

This post is being narrated by Cosima's chair, as she is too happy to bother being a condition that the rest of us fondly term coherent.

So Cosima just up there and started jumping around, like, and at least I didn't get, you know, tipped over, but here she is jumping all like around the office, you know, chanting she's got a reader, and will the reader please identify themselves, and that now she doesn't have to see that awful zero in the nice feedburner box anymore, and now she's back, like, I think she, like, you know, has gone, like, crazy.

Silly chair sounds like a stereotypical (read: innacurate in most cases) teenager, I got a reader, oh I'm so happy, happy, yep I'm happy, and I think delirious, because the flamingos are attacking...

Yep. She's like, totally loony.

Shut it or I'll sic the people in white coats on you.

Fine, fine. (whispering) Loony.

I heard that!

This post has been discontinued because Cosima is pursuing her chair with murderous intentions.

Note: If anyone is offended by this, please understand that the only true parts are the new reader and the plea for the new reader (ie reader other than SebThePleb or Strike, who both rock, thank you very much) to identify him/herself if s/he is indeed a new reader because readers make Cosima veeeeeery happy. Ding dong, the witch is dead, which witch, the wicked witch, that witch, the zero witch!

is my dad supposed to sound more like a teenager than I do?

Situation: Dad and I are watching the X-Files episode "Eve". Scully is rounding the corner of a semitrailer with her gun held out.

Dad-who-likes-the-color-purple: "What, you're going to shoot a pair of eight-year-olds? Get real, Scully!"

Me-who-likes-the-color-blue-and-is-telling-you-about-it: (thinking) 'And he sometimes complains about me doing comentary!'

"Get real" seems like an oddly teenagerish thing to say to me. But how can I know, I've had very limited contact with the species.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Oh, I have a little ELPH.

So on the night of the 17th I got Dad's well worn (it had been banging around in the glove compartment of his pickup with relatively-not-that-good shocks for a while so at least I know its durable) Canon PowerShot S410 Digital Elph (4 megapixles) and I am so happy that I'm geeking at you. Now let's see the tecnical specifications are ... *Blogger cuts CosimaCat off in the name of sanity*
It takes photos that can be blown up bigger without falling apart, thats the megapixels thing.

Also on the 18th I got a pair of brown boots that are in some places fuzzy and in others sparkly. I'm wearing them right now. They're... well I'll stop talking about them with the statement that I've wanted boots for a long time people! And the other statement that the sole has a butterfly and a hibiscus on it, so I'd be easy to track ;), except for the fact that most of the girls in town have the same brand of boots now too because of the social pressure to have a brand new outfit for every school party. Pah.

Despediendo a ustedes with a myserious preview of what is to come: Dad said that someone's bringing down SOMETHING for me and he hopes I like it and if I don't like it HE's keeping it.

Happy Hannukah, Merry Christmas, Joyous Kwanza, enjoy whatever else you may be celebrating or just have a good time!

Title generators are very dangerous things, part 2

Title One: Deep Burgundy Tape Measures At Cracked Up Microsoft Windows Stupid Operating System Denoted XP
Title Two: A Cracked Up Did I mention what I think about WINDOWS?
Title Three: A Handbag, Not Without My At Deep Burgundy Tape Measures
Title Four: Deep Burgundy Did I mention what I think about WINDOWS?
Title Five: A Confusing Handbag, Not Without My
Title Six: Puking Microsoft Windows Stupid Operating System Denoted XP
Title Seven: Confusing Tape Measures
Title Eight: Cracked Up Puking
Title Nine: Puking for Microsoft Windows Stupid Operating System Denoted XP
Title Ten: Confusing and Puking

Title generators are very dangerous things

Some titles I have generated recently:

Round 1:
Title One: Blond Water Bufalos Of Huh? Things
Title Two: The Huh? Thingie
Title Three: The Headset Of Blond Water Bufalos
Title Four: Blond Thingie
Title Five: The LOLing Headset
Title Six: Enduring Things
Title Seven: LOLing Water Bufalos
Title Eight: Huh? Enduring
Title Nine: Enduring for Things
Title Ten: LOLing and Enduring

Round 2:
Title One: Bright Red Realities Of Insane Neutrinos
Title Two: The Insane Opal Koboi (who is not mine)
Title Three: The Austin Powers (for the heck of it) Of Bright Red Realities
Title Four: Bright Red Opal Koboi (who is not mine)
Title Five: The Questioning Austin Powers (for the heck of it)
Title Six: Enduring Neutrinos
Title Seven: Questioning Realities
Title Eight: Insane Enduring
Title Nine: Enduring for Neutrinos
Title Ten: Questioning and Enduring

Just remember, I'm trying to learn DOS while being half asleep, coasting on a sugar high - I won't remember any of this in the morning.

A little something to tide you over while I get my thoughts organized, kapeesh?

Roses usually aren't blue... and they usually don't bloom that fast...

Click here if you like animated grafics and have a penchant for roses.

Kids are for...?

"Spids are for pacing."


"Kids are for spacing."

Me and dad after I forgot something.

Sub Dermy Hummer Toys, or did I hear something wrong?

Okay so I got a bunch of icky flea bites which I'm kinda allergic to flea bites so I tried to use this thing that sucks the venom out but I got a sub-dermal hematoma thingie... a below the skin accumulation of blood... aka a bruise. So now I'm purple!

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Light is not a place, mom!

"Shut off the room in your light."


"I mean, shut off the lights in your room."


Dare I even hope?

Dad asked me to bring my camera to the office... Erk... I just hope he won't take it apart... I'll keep you guys informed.


What in the Netherworld Flamingo is LMAO?

Saturday, December 16, 2006

Oh say, can you drool?

I've been considering getting a phone - or rather, drooling over this one. What do you think?

PS - I just learned how to make screenshots. All power, to me!


"You have the silverware?"


"Where is it?"


God Rest Ye Merry... Parodies?

I'm working on a parody of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen. I think it shall be called Cod Rest Ye Merry, Gentle Hats, but I'm not sure. Here's some snippets:

Warning: If making fun of religion will make you madder than a hatter, then stop reading...right about...HERE.

1. God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Though the word's that Christ, our Saviour,
Was born just yesterday.
Word gets around, but grapevine's rotten,
The good thing is what they now say:
Oh, tidings of junk food and toys, junk food and toys,
Oh, tidings of junk food and toys.

2. Maybe I am too sarcastic:
Must be the way I was raised
Since shrinks, they always seem to find
The parents are to blame...
Tecno-myths replacing tales
Of gods, and heroes slain
Putting words in your gods's mouths,
Again -
Are you at it again?
Words that do not belong to them...
You repeat offender
You put your words in your gods's mouths,
Once again

There'll be more, I promise. And if you're mad, look at it one of two ways:

  1. I'm jealous of people who have something to belive in, since I just have an odd, slightly insincere hodgepodge of religions to my name


  2. I'm being philosophical... Free speech, right...? GET THOSE PITCHFORKS AWAY FROM ME! Wait... Where did you get pichforks? Over there? Well... I HAVE PITCH-SPORKS! AND A LARGE SUPPLY OF BLEEPERIN!* COME AT ME... WAIT, DON'T! I DON'T WANNA DIE...!

*A spork is a spoon with little fork tines. Bleeperin is something fictional that can apply to anything that helps after enduring reading a Suethor's fiction (and berating it; aka "to spork"); Brain Bleach can be used to erase all memories of it completely, and both are silly and fictional. So there. No hay de queso, no mas de papa, you know? That, of course, is if you're thanking me for the laugh. Which I sorta doubt. Once again I'm really sorry if anyone's offended. Don't come after me with pitchforks please. Remember, I have the flamingos - and the potatoes! - on my side.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Beisbol (read: BASEBALL)

Today we played baseball and I only got one turn and I proceeded to hit the ball so hard (on the time that would've landed me with a third strike mind you) that I got to second base and then the idiot who had been lamenting loudly the fact that most of "his" (read: MINE) team were "women" (read: GIRLS) proceeded to get three fouls and six strikes somehow. Figures.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Video from Thanksgiving

My camerawork sucks.

Contact me.

raining [dot] cats [dot] and [dot] frogs [at] gmail [dot] com

I can't promise I'll answer but I'll read it. And don't worry! I don't sic my cats on people at first sight I'm actually quite nice...Or at least as nice as I can be, unless your someone I don't like, and if you're reading my blog I'll probably automatically like you because that Proves that I'm wearing out my Keyboard for a Reason.


Finding a pimple in your right eyebrow isn't a nice way to start the day.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

My personal philosophy

I have an overwhelming belief that things will work themselves out just fine... long as I give them a little nudge every now and then.

A comment I didn't get to publish on Amazon unfortunately.

Give me a break. I've been extremelly careful with mine and it still is giving me this E18 crap. Face it canon are idiots, and if you think its the most vocal person who dropped the thing down the stairs, have you ever heard of GOOGLE? I've read a bunch of horror stories and all of them either had NO REASON or were just a tiny bump. I've never even HEARD of this lady who dropped hers down the stairs and you say she was the most vocal. Once again, I implore you: Give me a break. And a sandwitch. And while your at it, I'd really like a working camera.
Also, @ Anon: get your head out of whatever hole its in and meet my friend, Google "canon E18 error code" and maybe you'll change your mind. If you have a mind. Which I sincerly doubt.

Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh. At least there weren't any rude comparisons to Uruk-hai (beware of LotR references while I am re-reading the Good Profesor's books!!) with the orcs in the piece COMING OUT ON TOP.

340 word complaint.

My comment on this E18 site:

My camera was working fine until this morning I tried to turn it on and got the E18 error it hasn't been okay since and this is really worrying me because that's my only camera (I'm just an amateur and my dad gave me this one) Dad and I have been searching on the web for how to fix it but we haven't had any luck and I'm now royally mad at Canon. Its also a bit unsettling that the model with the most error reports on this site so far is the one that is virtually a twin to mine (A70... the manual and all is the same), with only a difference in megabytes. I have had this camera for a year I think as I got it last Hannukah and its almost Hannukah again now. I am very dissapointed and although my dad uses all canon I think if I could pick I'd try another brand but do research first to see if they have the E18 error because I've read a lot about it and it definitely isn't encouraging, I think I'd like to try my luck with the Canon people only I'm not sure if they'd listen to someone as young as me and an amateur at that, they'd probably say that I had pawed all over it or some such thing which I find very insulting as I'm always very careful with my camera and thus it seems like an insult to my IQ and how careful I was, it seems like they would take advantage of my age to be condecending if they follow the patterns I've read about. I hope it isn't permanently broken as it is a refurbished one and so having to get it fixed would cost inbetween the camera's own worth + 50 to 150 % depending on where I'm getting my information. I sure hope if you're reading this and your camera is messed up that it gets fixed and doesn't turn into one of those horror stories I've been reading about. Thank you and have a nice day.

PS ~ On that site I called myself Cat, it should be one of the first errors for a while unless there are even more of these than I think.

PS2 ~ I actually got it the Hannukah before last but I wasn't remembering right - yeah, it was the Hannukah before last, I know because last one I got my PRINTER, which is also a SCANNER, and a COPIER, all in COLOR, and I got it on one of those nights where Hannukah intersects with Christmas so I was dragging it all over Mr. and Mrs. J's house informing anyone who would listen that it was a PRINTER, and it was MINE, and I had JUST GOTTEN IT, and that my PARENTS gave it to me, and it was also a SCANNER, and a COPIER, and that it was all in COLOR, in a very squeaky voice. Geek en't I.


My camera's acting really weird, and getting the E18 error; according to my research I'm really in trouble. Check these links out, then please feel sorry for me. This is my only camera and I've had it what?-A year? Two years, I think. This is ├╝ber bad.

And it seems they're talking about PowerShots a lot. Which is what mine is. So that appearently only happens with PowerShots and Elfs (Elfs? Elphs?). Damn it all, this is bad.

PS ~ Maybe they'll put this up on their website, since that guy's rant was up there! Look for me if you have time on your hands, and give the cheese-heads hell if you're in a similar situation. Remember to think up witty responses to some of the arguments documented above BEFORE you talk to those manipulating {what Cat would've said right here has been censored since not only was it very rude but most people wouldn't of gotten the references, and it was quite a hefty insult to Uruk-hai and jackals}, not after, or all these people posting will be in vain. We all gotta give 'em hell, right? Right!

PS2 ~ Dad hinted that maybe he'd give me the little camera that I used to take the pictures of the Lamari Butterfly (explination on why the name was so funny here). I don't want his little camera! I want miiiiiiine... *cries* (actually I haven't been brought to tears just yet but my eyes if I go in the bathroom with no explination that will be why (Dad might tease).

Its only money, right?

I just spent fourteen dollars at the annual tianguis (rummage sale) (called by CaboMil the 'garbage sale' O.o) and am berating myself. But money's for spending, right? Right? Right?! Oh please tell me money's for spending and that a black turtleneck, two new pairs of shoes, a Christmas ornament, a white purse (to sharpie), a glass with a cat on it (but that was free), and a paper-mache, glittery, blue cat? Please, please tell me that was worth making myself feel like a stupid rotten idiot bozo. Please.

Friday, December 08, 2006

Damn the Nostalgia

Had to sort through a box of old drawings today, I'll scan them soon. I barely threw any away. I'm a nostalgic idiot, it's true.

Damn ink, part 2

The ink came out! The ink came out! The ink came OUT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Poison Pen...Not Really

Nope, at least I didn't poison her. But for the first five years of my schooling at this school they had The Physical Education Teacher So Evil, That Hell Itself Spat Her Back Out - aka, Mrs. L. My conversations with Mom or Dad when they picked me up from school would go something like this:

"How was your day today?"
"I had P. E. today."
"Do we have any arsenic?"

At least I had done my research. The National Geographic issue on poison is my all-time favorite, and I've practically memorized it.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Here I am, once again.

Just got a webpage up. Behold!: my bio.


I personally did the new widgets on this page, if anyone's wondering. The code's really simple; I linked to the place I got the advice from. If anyone's wondering, its MARQUEE, for example:

Like this.

But you can do a lot of stuff with it. Check out the top and bottom of this page if you don't belive me!

No school, damn ink.

Tomorrow I don't have school, and today we got out at twelve as my teacher is sick and in the hospital, so instead Mr. C the principal taught us, although he is a tiny bit sexist he's much nicer than Mrs. K.

I somehow got ink on my sweatshirt, hence the title of this post, which is not a typo.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

I Don't Know Why It Works, But It Does.

This was some work we did today. It was pretty interesting, inches to cm, etc. One of the things was that we had do decimal metric to decimal English (inches etc.). I had no idea what to do so I multiplied and divided until I found something that looked plausible, then repeated the process. I got a ten out of ten. Figures. I've always wondered how people came up with pi and stuff, I guess they just fooled around with numbers until something that sounded reasonable came up. Also you may notice that on the first page I missed something, and also feel free to click on the images if you can't read them and/or want to...

Why School Makes No Sense Sometimes

a mini-play by Cosima "Cat" Rose

Old Greek Guy #1: Do you know how to get the area of a circle?
Old Greek Guy #2: Nope. Let's see...
*Hours later*
Old Greek Guy #3: Maybe if you add this to this and divide - ?
Old Greek Guys #1 & #2: Hey, yeah! That doesn't make any sense, but it looks like we could fool someone with it!
Old Greek Guy #2: It doesn't make any sense...
Old Greek Guy #1: ...But once its done it looks great on papyrus!
*two thousand + years later*
Teacher: So you add this to this and divide -
Kid: But that doesn't make any sense!
Teacher: So? Once its all done it looks good on paper.

Afterthought: The Greeks were just an example.
@SebThePleb: I like math. Actually, I REALLY like math. Its my favorite subject.


I just got $330.00 pesos (about 33 dolars)! I sold all my aluminum cans to the guys with the truck! W00t!

Tuesday, December 05, 2006


"She flays the poot."


"I mean, she plays the flute."


"Could not be initialized... Scanner not found... What do you mean, 'scanner not found'?!"

"It means it is a monkey!"


"Sorry. Couldn't help myself."


Went by a large-ish lady giving some poor unsuspecting tourists an earful earlier. The funny thing was... well:

Lady: ...Everybody walks, there's only one ATM, only one gas station - Its a rural artist's colony.

You don't see what's so funny? She had her back to the main highway in town (it and some of its offshoots are THE! ONLY! PAVED! ROADS!), and occasionally had to talk loudly to be louder than the steady trickle of cars and trucks passing by.

Lamari Butterfly Pics

Here they are: Butterfly! Courtesy of me and Daddy's little camera. The really little camera. The really tiny camera. The Canon PowerShot S-something. Erk.

PS ~ The backgrounds were the pattern of my notebook and the woven rug in Galeria On-ce [11] (where I am right now). FYI.

Monday, December 04, 2006

God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs...

God rest ye merry Hippogriffs
Let nothing you dismay
Remember, Christ, our Saviour
Was born on Christmas day
To save us all from Satan's power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

In Bethlehem, in Israel,
This blessed Babe was born
And laid within a manger
Upon this blessed morn
The which His Mother Mary
Did nothing take in scorn
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

From God our Heavenly Father
A blessed Angel came;
And unto certain Shepherds
Brought tidings of the same:
How that in Bethlehem was born
The Son of God by Name.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

"Fear not then," said the Angel,
"Let nothing you affright,
This day is born a Saviour
Of a pure Virgin bright,
To free all those who trust in Him
From Satan's power and might."
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

The shepherds at those tidings
Rejoiced much in mind,
And left their flocks a-feeding
In tempest, storm and wind:
And went to Bethlehem straightway
The Son of God to find.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

And when they came to Bethlehem
Where our dear Saviour lay,
They found Him in a manger,
Where oxen feed on hay;
His Mother Mary kneeling down,
Unto the Lord did pray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy...

God rest ye merry Hippogriffs,
God rest ye merry Hippogriffs,
God rest ye merry Hippogriffs,
God rest ye merry Hippogriffs...

Not gentlemen. Hippogriffs!!

Oh Yeah!

Oh yeah! I pwn blogger! Its working! It was only showing plain HTML (HyperText Markup Language) and no help or Spell Check, but now all of a sudden its working, so I'll be able to post some pics of the Lamari butterfly!

Sunday, December 03, 2006


I took this Hogwarts house test and the result was that I'd be good in either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Of course I chose Ravenclaw; who wants to be a brave idiot? (No offense, but I'd much rather being smart.) And yes, I chose in full knowledge of one of my favorite quotes:

are not

I mean, evil is not so bad (oximoron alert, but think Artemis Fowl). And it's very good to write.

Because its the brave people who go running off into a dragon's lair, but its the smart people who get to laugh their butts off at the look on their faces when they come out again.


Yestarday in between La Paloma, the home-made ice cream shop, and La Ramada Racing, a nice, but cheap (four dollars for a filet of fish! Mmm), Mexican restaurant, there was a white pickup with the bed full of TOMATOES! The kind that's called "the red gold": reddish orange ones from little ones the size of olives to big ones the size of my fist. They were giving them out for free!! Dad & I got three kilos or so. Among the people digging in to find the ripe-er ones was who but the principle of my school, Mr. C!

Also something is seriously screwed up with Blogger.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

What, You? Cross-eyed?


PS ~ Bad quality, I know - we took it with my little PowerShot canon camera, which is tiny. And I think the generator (the big one that makes a lot of noise, probably) was on in the background.

PS2 ~ It was taken in my dad's trailor. Or should I say Prowler? Anyway, its his voice in the background.

PS3 ~ The way to do that is to look at the brim of your hat, above and in front of your nose.

Friday, December 01, 2006


Here is proof that the frogs, they rain: See? Right here!

Mr. B. J. and Mrs. C. J.

"Shouldn't you get some sleep?"

"Oh, I'll sleep when I'm dead."

breakfast in a packet

my breakfast today was an instant breakfast. its a funny feeling coming out of the house and having this little packet and you put it in milk and thats your breakfast. its weird.

Though no one was hurt...

"Don't poke my eye out with that thing!"

"Oh I wouldn't do a big poke just a little one."



"It's gonna be beautiful when its done"

"That's right. It's gonna be beautiful. I don' know when its gonna be done, but its gonna be beautiful."

"That's not very encouraging!"


One of the web logs I subscribe to on my bloglines (shamelessly promoting them now, because they're cool and free, I really appreciate these people who do free stuff, my next post will be dedicated to them) is, for the New Urban Legends. The latest one I looked at can be found here. I'm proud to say that I could tell the pictures were PhotoShop-ed, or doctored for all you people unfamiliar with that program. Heck, they weren't even PhotoShoped that well; Mrs. V-M or Daddy could've done a better job. Even I might've done a better job. Let's face it, these people are amateurs!

Thursday, November 30, 2006

How random are my comments, all in one sentence.

I put this on this post.

Yay I love that book! Its such a great book! I've read Outcasts of 19... too, and yes I like Shadow City better, I'm re-reading it now, you named your screen name after it didn't you? Have you found the blog? its at And also on the screen names I use my name because I really like it and i'm not using the full one, and there are probably a tonne of Todos Santos's in Mex. 'cause everyone wants to say they're a saint. anyway you have a really cool blog and thanks for commenting on mine, have a nice day or a nice monkey if you perfer.

B is for Blackmail, C is for Coward, M is for Mafia, N are for Notes, O is for Opinions.

30 November 2006 a. d. (Year of the Lion 13, Year of the Cat System), IN Bloggerland, TS, My World, Mexico, The World, The Solar System, The Milky Way, The Universe, World XII B, The Related Worlds, The Whole General Mish Mash.

ASUNTO: The relative un-Mexican-ness and uncanny knowledge of the Mafia which the not-as-estimada-as-some-people-would-rather Mrs. K possesses and utilizes to gross-out and annoy yours truly, her friend Z, and the whole class of 6 "B".

To my respected readers,

Mrs. K seems to have uncanny knowledge of the modus operandi of the Mafia. This, among other things, I found out during a discussion of a recent kidnapping that my teacher planned (the discussion, I mean, not the kidnapping XD) to try to mortify R, but when that didn't work very well she settled for grossing us out and later getting in a argument on morals with me, a rather principled person. Here are the basics, numbered for your convenience, Strike and SebThePleb and Mr. Pat and Dad and whoever else is reading...

  1. A girl was kidnapped.
  2. This triggered a discussion about drug sellers, the Mafia (the "Family" in English, La "Corporacion" (the "Corporation") in Spanish), and threatening phone calls, during which I learned:
  3. A guy wrote a song that mentioned the Mafia and stuff in it. (this is all according to Mrs. K, so if you're in the Mafia and you're reading this, and you're mad, threaten her, not me) The day before he was supposed to sing it in concert, he got a phone call: "don't sing that". He sang it. He was shot driving away. Though only about six or seven bullets got in him, apparently ten times that, sixty or seventy, were embedded in the car.
  4. My teacher gave another example about blackmail: a guy is selling drugs and is in with the Mafia, he says he wants out, "my family and this and that and my kids and-". They kidnap his daughter. He won't give in. They start sending him fingers in the mail. (think Sick Puppy (Carl Hiassen)) She says that is why he should've given in.
  5. I say, "Professor?" "Yeah?" "I know why someone would do something like that, even with the threat of... personal harm and death and stuff. If it was the right thing." "Speak up girl I can't here you." I repeated myself. "No you see the right thing is to preserve yourself. The good thing to do is to save your own skin." She repeated this several times.
  6. Z (my best friend at school who happens to be a girl and, luckily, sits right next to me, in such a position that we two are the lucky farthest from Mrs. K's desk; she only caught us at it once and that time we were only saying "Hi" "Hi" "How are you doing?" "Good, you?" "I'm tired I woke up early" "That sucks." "Yeah.", and we both said blandly and innocently that we had something to say to each other on the subject of her lecture, which, I artfully added, was very good; we didn't want to disturb the class by whispering; we're sorry, professor ^cue puppy eyes^, we were just trying to be polite!) passed me a note (we do this a lot): (translated from the Spanish by yours truly)
    Me: I don't understand why the Teacher wanted to mortify R... And why is she always mortifying poor F?
    Z: (after my speech) You are right; she only wants to be right.
    Me: She's talking like a coward who only cares about her own skin. If you could save people by sacrificing yourself, would you? I would, if it was the right thing to do...
    And she seems to know way too much about the Mafia.
    Z: Me too. I don't know why she knows so much about the Mafia what do you think?
    And as I passed her desk, I whispered, "I don't know, but it sure does seem suspicious."
Thank whatever higher powers there might be she didn't catch us that time!
But really, when I think about it, in a culture that glorifies patriotism and honor and doing the right thing, she was being really un-Mexican! And she's supposed to set a good example for the kids! It seems like its us setting an example for her!

In conclusion, you can probably see why I called this post what it is called. One more note: the way I lettered it is mimicking the titles of the Kinsey Milhone novels by Sue Grafton.

Until next time,

Cosima the Principled.

PS~ One time about Escolta, I was telling Mom about how the Escolta (honor/flag guard) teacher was glorifying people who died for the flag. "So you'd drop the flag and run?" she asked. After considering a moment, I said, "No, I'd grab the flag and run. You know, it would be good for bopping anyone who looked at me funny on the head with." Then the red would be even redder. And yes, I could probably hurt someone seriously with that thing. It's like twenty pounds! I've carried it. While marching. In one hand.

PS2~ I wrote this as a mockery of a formal letter, Mexican style, since that is what we studied today.

PS3~ Teacher-bashing is very therapeutic, my friends! So is Mary-Sue bashing!

Update on the Joke about the Lamari Butterfly...

La Mariposa is Spanish for the butterfly. The joke was Dad's idea. Today Nostra dismantled another dead bird. I got some of the feathers. It was really pretty. Black and white feathers. I'm with my dad today.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Dismantle the Dead Bird.

Nostradamus dismantled a dead bird yestarday, feathers all over the guest house - office porch and all that nuisance; I wasn't sick to my stomach but it was kind of... gross... watching him tear off the wings and the head and the feathers of the wing...


I made myself feel sick. Damn.

The Lamari Butterfly

Today on the way to El Zaguan Dad and I found a half-dead butterfly; it was black and dark blue and orange and white, and velvety. I'll post a photo-- or two-- or five-- when Dad gets them to me; it was really amazing and it took the poor thing all of lunch to die. Then I brought it back to the office and took the photos; it is now buried under a rock outside, during the burial theroff I intoned,

Under this rock lies Butterfly, child of Butterfly, Rest In Peace.
It was dubbed Lamari-- La Mariposa, get it?

Friday, November 24, 2006

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

My Grand Plan

My Grand Plan:
To make it easier on anyone who reads this, I'm going to create a new blog every year (so around every New Years (standard, not Jewish or Chinese or... lol.) but this one will stick around 'till the one after next. The next one will be... Pink, methinks.

Better, I'll do a new one every school year. Yeah! So this one will stick around until sometime in August 2007. So almost a year. And if you're wondering, I'm figuring this way if anyone wants to read the complete archives, in theory it should make it easier so you just have to read the archives of one year each. And this way I'll introduce all the teachers once a year. I think.

And if it weren't for randomness, I'd have nothing to say.

I'm just showing my support for this website, because they made the Fire Fox plugin that I use to search with when Google just won't cut it. Anyway, this one's one of their coolest ones.
See what I mean? It even matches the blog.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


I just got a website up on Google Page Maker Labs (Google is brilliant :)):
Think Again, Human- the official homepage of Cosima Cat. Lol. And I opened a new email address to use for Blogger-- I like assigning certain emails certain purposes. This one can be found on my profile.

Since I did all that hard work and read all the updates on the blogs I follow except the good ones I'm saving for tommorrow, I think I'll play some computer games now, because my poor brain needs a rest from all that serious thinking lol.

Monday, November 20, 2006

I started posting on Project Lalingpap

... so check it out! It's a story-blog so start with the first entry and work your way up. It's sci-fi.

Lookie What I Found!

Just found a pretty cool game on a website. Check this out:

Miniclip Games - Cell Out
Cell Out

Hit the white balls with your green ring, avoiding the red balls.

Play this free game now!!

It doesn't take long to play and it's pretty adictive ;). Very stress reliveing.

PS- My username in the High-Scores is Shadow, in case I ever get that high in them :)

The Rooster and the Basket Ball


One kid pretending to be a solder had a rooster tied to a post while he was waiting for something to happen and the rooster threw a temper tantrum, scaring a 'Maria' he was talking to and startling me into laughing. He conquered the bad-tempered bird by grabbing him by the tail and feet, and then cooing over him until he calmed down. Another kid dressing up as a solder picked up the fallen feather and tried to stick it in his cap, unsuccessfully.

THE BASKET BALL (and the Baseball Cap)

A girl whose name I can't recall and I were playing with a basket ball when it over-bounced and went behind me...
To where a group of people dressed up as medics were standing...
Being taken a photo of by Mr. Alvaro Colindres...
Who was wearing a baseball cap...
The ball went right over his head with barely a milimetre (I'm using the English spelling `cause I like it. So sue me.) to spare...
And hit the bill of his cap.
And bounced.
We had a good laugh about that.
But at the time, I bet it startled him.

Wow. It didn't take that long, amazingly. Just two and a half hours to go, fool around, walk around, watch the rooster have a temper tantrum (more on that later), listen to someone being philosophical (again, more later, when my brain is less fuzzied), almost get run over by bikes, get into formation, get into a different formation, walk, watch the flag fall apart, walk more, get to the stadium, avoid the horse poo while you're doing your lap around it, LEAVE!, buy some stuff to eat/drink, walk home, wait for Mom to get back, have Mom unlock the office, start up computer, sign in, go to Blogger Beta.
Start time: 8:00
Finish: 10:33

Sunday, November 19, 2006

In Which I Will Dare To Explain The Chicken Fat

If something is off topic, I'll say: What does that have to do with chicken fat? The origin of this is passover of 2005, when it was said that the way they decided who to invite when there was a serious lack of Judisim in the town in which Bloggerland, My World is currently oriented (fine: TS. That's all you're getting out of me! Wait hey!!! Get away from me with those thumbscrews [whatever thumbscrews are], Torquemada Sun!!! Heyyyyyy!!!!!!! ow.) (anyway) so they invited anyone who had ever had any association with Chicken Fat (think dumplings, me think). They said that because in that one (I don't know about the others) there was a Short History of Passover in TS, in Other Words a SoWY (Series of Weird Yarns).

Anyways, what does the not-as-theoretical-as-they/it/him/her/them-used-to-be Readerpopulace (I got assurance that someone reads this. I feel so happy.) think of my new font scheme? They/it/him/her/them may not have noticed, or they may be like me and would have noticed and also are able to ID most common and a couple less common font families on sight. FYI the blog posts and titles are Verdana and the titles for the sidebar are Georgia (the font that Blogger uses for the WYSIWYG editor), for the sake of useless and probably not very interesting to people who do not share my need to know every! little! tiny! insignificant! thing! and lack of other blogging material. Also Angelique (from It's Raining Noodles!) commented in response to one of my comments. I was more shocked than I was the first time I got two shout-outs in a row on, and almost as delighted as I was when I found out someone reads this (thanks, Seb Temlett! You rock!). Just in the category of random ranting there XD.

Friday, November 17, 2006

Stuck in the Traffic

There was a huge accident really close to here. A semi-trailer carrying HUGE date palms skidded around a curve and overbalanced. We were stuck in the resulting traffic (It blocked both lanes of our two-lane highway) for two hours, until we turned back and stayed in LC. No one was hurt in the accident, unless being bored and cramped counts (but that was the result). We stayed till 7:20, but then, since it was evident that it was going to be longer (they said 1-2 hours, but they said that an hour before, and afterward someone said that something of that size would DEFINITELY be at least 6 hours) we turned around and had a delightful night at a place that El C has a deal with (we run an ad free when there's room, they give us a room when there's room), albeit one that involved sleeping on the couch in my case.

But at least no one was hurt-- AND I got to skip two days of school, which is good, I was thoroughly sick of my teacher.

Thursday, November 16, 2006

House Bare in a Manner of Speaking, Room Empty, Bloggeress Who Will Soon Be in LC and SJdC (big cities close together, in different municipals)

Yes, the title does not lie! My room is empty! I never thought I'd see the day... AND I'm getting a new door. And all the stuff from my room (which makes up about one-third of the stuff in the house) is in Mom's room. And all the stuff from Mom's room (or at least most of it) (this is getting confusing) is in the dining room, which is actually part of the kitchen, which is pointess information that I'm tossing out because I can't think of anything else to say. Oh! Yeah, I'm going to our 'Twin Cities': LC and SJdC. I can't tell more, because then it would be personal info, and I am scared of stalkers, although I do have three cats with sharp claws, a 1/4 wolf dog, and a part rottweiler to protect me. Yay! So maybe I can stop quaking in my shoes... ;)... nope. Oh well. Gotta go!

Friday, November 10, 2006

Mastheads of Doom

After an easy Google search (Google is my friend. Google is my friend. Google knows a lot. Google is good.) I found this on mastheads. It is all well and good, but I can't figure out-- the templates are different in Beta. I was just reporting my frusturation at, well, BLOGGER! Urgh! Darn you!:@ :@ :@ :@ :@ :@ :@ :@!!!!!!!! Ato the general Internetulace1 and in particular, my Webloggerlace2, assuming, as always, that I have one.

This is the header:

What do you think? (if you couldn't read it, it said: Mind the butterflies! It's Raining Cats and Frogs.)

A: The emoticon means I am angry. The Skype version of it is very good, it first has an angry yellow face which gets redder-- and redder-- and then it explodes ^boop^ into a pile of dust!

1: Internetulace (In-ter-net-too-lus)
The populace of the Internet; people on the Internet.
Origins: The nowhere that is my brain Cosima Rose, currently of Bloggerland, My World, Mex.
Related: Webblogerlace (readership of a web blog)

2: Weblogerlace (also known as Bloggerlace, Bloglace, Webbloggerlace, Webbloglace, etc) (Web-blog-ger-lus)
Populace that reads a web blog, generally members of the Internetulace
Origins: The nowhere that is my brain Cosima Rose, currently of Bloggerland, My World, Mex.
Related: Internetulace.

The D'Arvitting Update on the Post Called D'Arvit~ In a Limerick.

The tile is now cemented to the wall by the front door.
I'm not saying any more
On the subject.
Or the object.
Of this bore.

Bore of a post, I mean.

Monday, November 06, 2006

November 5

I just realized I let November 5th pass without using the Guy Fawkes Plot as an excuse to be myself more oddly than usual-- in other words, to be weird. Hmmph!! Bad Bima! So-- remember, remember, the 5th of November. For next year. So I can bother weirdness-haters even more. Hah!

I'm not sure who I side with on it. Better to sit back, watch the show, catch the sparks from the bonfires. Mmm, fire...

Sunday, November 05, 2006


I'm giving people pseudonyms or using their initials or using the initials of their pseudonyms. Anyway, some characters in this romp called my life:

  • Mrs. V.-M.
    My idol. She's smart, she's nice, she's an artist/photographer/jounalist, and she likes cats [and has 18]. What's not to like about her?

  • Dudette
    Girl in my school, in 6A. American.

  • Ms. K.
    My teacher. Don't like her much; we both have a talent for saying the exact thing to get the other fuming.

  • Dude
    Used to be in my school, also known by Hated Pinhead (not to be confused with Harry Potter). Evil. Mean. Dudette's best friend's brother. Lives in LP.

  • G H
    My best (guy) friend. (JUST A FRIEND, MIND YOU) Very nice, is very good at controlling his anger and seems to get along with everyone (complete opposite of yours truly) Loves cats. Has two brothers. Could probably recognize himself if he was reading this. If he is, tell him I say "hi", Computer.

  • Mini-Dude (MD =D that's funny) (not to be confused with Little Dude)
    Dude's little brother-- impolite, infuriating, and has baby-kid impunity. Very annoying and sometimes curses and/or tries to hit you with anything he can get his grubby little hands on. Hates showers, which is why I described his hands as "grubby".

  • Little Dude (LD)
    Dudette's little brother. Her whole family is being called "dude" or related words, by the way; it seems to me that they're all sort of surfer-ish people, so in a way it was a compliment.

  • Mr. and Mrs. D
    Dudette, Big Dude, and Little Dude's parents

  • Big Dude (BD)
    Dudette's big brother; two years older than her and sort of short; the Big Dude was a joke.

  • Mr. H
    G's dad. Very nice. Cook.

  • Mrs. H
    G's (man, it's hard getting used to these psuedonyms) mom. Also very nice. Actually, let's just say, HIS WHOLE FAMILY IS NICE, so I don't have to keep repeating.

  • Jerry
    Mrs. V.-G.'s husband. Sort of nice, in a way, but a vicious teaser and annoying, except on the 30th of February; the 31st of September, November, April, and May, etc.

  • V H
    G's other brother; 15, I think. I don't see him much; he's not around as much as the other two. Likes to surf and skateboard.

  • D H
    G's oldest brother; as of today, almost 18. Funny, homeschooled, computer person, trickster. Answers the phone a lot because it's by the computer; one time I called, and, as usual, he answered...
    Me: Hi, it's Cosima
    D: Oh, hi, Cosima (G's family, Mrs. N, and a few others are the only people who call me by my first name most of the time)
    Me: Hi, D. Can I speak to G?
    D: Sure. Hold on.
    *static and random noises and some clunking and cat sounds*
    Me: Hi, G...
    V: Huh?
    Me: Can I please speak to G? ^grumbling^ I am going to kill D...
    So you can see that he is, indeed, a trickster. Meh.

Next, we Meet the Cats!

House Bare, Awaiting Tiling, as of One Week Ago

Some pre-remodeling pics. Will put more, some day.

Meet Nostradamus Kay Lloyd

This is Nostradamus Kay Lloyd, the youngest and only male of my three cats. Isn't he cute!

Friday, November 03, 2006

Evil traffic agents and oscilating ocelots

The evil trafic agents came today. They showed us gory videos and slideshows that made me want to puke-- preferably on the guy's shoes, which were nicely polished. Bleh. Evil!!

Oscilating ocelots! OMDG (Oh My D'Arvitting God {Sort of like *cringes to use it* OMFG *cringes* *washes mouth and fingers and disinfects keyboad* *comes back* Except, the third word is, according to Eoin Colfer, a Gnommish curse word.}) I actually worked up the sheer nerve to switch to Blogger Beta! And... I like it? I like it! I like it. I like it. I like it? I like it. I like it. I like it. And that terminates my experimentation with font styles to emphasize specific words :). Yep, audience, I'm using you as guinea pigs. Hah!

Anyway, that's about it. But if anyone can give me advice on template design or something so I don't have to muddle through the Blogger Help and can blog for you (assuming someone reads this). If it isn't too much trouble. And, once again:

Thursday, November 02, 2006


The bathroom of my house used to have quirky, not very well done rock walls. In the shower there was a small mural made of tiles, depicting dolphins.

Now the bathroom is being remodled, and the dolphins must go.

The man who took them out, the husband of one of my mother's best friends, tried his best to preserve my beloved dolphin tiles.

Only one was saved. The three others were chipped, or, in one case, broken in half.

Why am I making such a big deal? you ask. Don't you know how soothing a nice hot shower can be? For me, it was comforting having the dolphins to stare at, to write on with a wet finger or a wet soap bar.

When the tiles, broken but for one, were presented to me, I wanted to scream and rage at the nice person who had tried so hard to save them.

But that wasn't fair; it wasn't his fault. Who's fault was it? No one's. How uncomfortable, having no one to blame.

So instead of the immediate reaction that came to mind, I mumbled, "Thanks." and ran off to take comfort in an abstraction of metal and plastic, that cannot think or hope, but is connected to the Internet.

Isn't it apropriate that it's Day of the Dead?

Gods, I hate funerals.

Maybe studying for tomorow's tests will stop me crying for not much of a reason.

I hate crying.


Wool Jackets, Font Tags, and Song Parodies, Oh My!

I am wearing lightweight pants and a (lightweight-ish) red wool jacket. Hooray for winter!

Also this is a song of mine, to the tune of... what's that one that begins, Joseph's face was as black as the night/ The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes/ His path was thought out/ Like the stars of the Southern Hemisphere/ And he lived his days/ Under African Skies// This is the story of how we begin to remember/ This is the powerful pulsing of love in the veins/ After a dream of calling and calling your name out...? I think it's called "African Skies" or "Under African Skies" but I'm not sure. Anyway, this is to the tune of that. And the "a-dumba dumba dumba whoa-oh-oh"s are sort of rhythm things, in the background. Without further ado;

this is the story of a girl who fought to remember
against the pressure of society and the world, yeah
she knew those who said they knew best mostly didn't
because what they told her was to forget
a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh
she searched and didn't find, what world she belonged in
she dreamed of a magical world to which she could not get
blinded by longing, she followed the path laid out
with resentment but not a thought of "out you get"
until one day she was shocked into opening her eyes, yeah
and broke out of the dismal template they had set
a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh
such is the fate of those who fight to remember
an anxious longing for what you can't get
the fate of the philosopher, the curious, the writer
open your eyes and search for something that may not be there

this is the feeling of calling a name, yeah
a name quite dusty but never forgotten, never, yeah
silently screaming hopelessly one word
silently searching, to whom might the word belong

dust off the grimy parcel that you recovered
from the back of your mind, condemned to death
by those who fear, therefore hate, the imagination
those who to you once listened but no more

a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh

so dust off your parcel and sing, sing with me
that name never quite forgotten
perhaps a title, perhaps someone not here no more
I'll take that chance, what do you say, now

a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh

this is the story of how you should try to remember
you who's path is a star-stair, come to me
we can fight together against the malignancies of ignorance
you and me, and all the others, we'll be free

so take that key from around your neck and unlock this cage of uncertainty
a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh

this is the story of how she began to remember
this is how she calls, she calls your name now
she who followed a path, a path to the stars

a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh

there are life-paths laid out in constellations
who's path is a star-stair to greater things
they who's dreams are of calling, of calling a name now
your path is a star-stair, follow it, break free, now

a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh

this is the story of how she began to remember
this is how she calls, she calls your name now
this is the story of how i began to remember
this is how i call, i call your name now

a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh
a-dumba-dumba-dumba- whoa-oh-oh

The words are mine, and I have the right to turn plagiarist into pancakes and eat them for breakfast. Also, there may be grammatical/ Spelling errors as most of this was written without a handy-dandy Parental Unit Spell Checker, Dictionary and Thesaurus.

And font tags are evil. Blogger keeps inserting them. Gah! Ban the Font tags!!!

Where are YOU coming from?

The meek are too meek to inherit

It's Raining Cats and Frogs
And the geek shall inherit the earth.
The GEEK, I said!
Are you hard of hearing or something? The GEEK!

I am a geek.