It's Raining Cats and Frogs!

Goodbye

2007-08-03T10:01:00.000-06:00

This is the last post I will ever make on IRCaF. Really, really, honestly. So... I want to say goodbye, and update a bit before I have to consign this blog to the archive heap and switch over to That Blog Whose Name Changes Muchly (currently... um, I think I forgot the name...)
Well I am in northern Alta California as in the state in the USA. And I am drowning in trees. Drowning drowning drowning. there are so many of them. I'll post photos - no, wait. I won't.
Oh, and it's my birthday at 4:40 TS time, 3:40 here and 5:40 where I was born (PM. I'm not that cruel! I wouldn't do that to the poor doctorses) so happy early belated, and actual birthday to all.
And now I go.
*disappears in a flash of blue smoke muttering 'Wait! I never told them why people kept mistaking me as a boy in Mexico City~! oh well...'*

Deathly Hallows, or According to Some People, I Read Too Fast

2007-07-28T15:48:00.000-06:00

on the 25th I got a copy of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows as it was in costco in LC. I got it at 3:55 pm and finished it 427 minutes, or 7 hours 7 minutes later.
Other than that I am also going to the US soon and I have a twitter badges to show. (I sure hope they work right in posts...) Prototypes for use on SLI whose name will change every month. I may make mastheads for each name but if I do then I'll probably get in a bad mood trying to make them work right on Blogger, oh well...

With friends number one

The flash: just me one you already know

follow me at http://twitter.com

An HTML just me one that I have yet to get the hang of

Back

2007-07-22T17:57:00.000-06:00

Hi! Here I am! I'll post photos when I get them off of film and memory card alike (the former shall take a while) but here's a version of a song that was going around while you wait that was making fun of the amount of backpacks (three per person) they were giving us and of how you had to put your name on everything

Cuando fui a la Convivenica
Una mochila encontré
Cómo no tenia nombre
Yo me la quede
Ay, mochila
De quien serias?
Pues ahora no me importa
Porque ahora eres mia

Rough translation:

When I went to the convivencia
A backpack, I found
As it didn't have a name
I kept it
Oh backpack,
Whose could you be?
Well it doesn't matter
because now you belong to me.

Laters!

What am I thinking??

2007-07-09T06:03:00.000-06:00

I've been awake since four in the morning. Ridiculous. Well, for your viewing pleasure, here are two new drawings of Karen and Akaia, both done in Photoshop, both triggering yelling on the subject that Photoshop doesn't have a metallic silver effect - well, elements 2 doesn't. Enjoy. (If there was a silver effect they would be sooooo awesome ^_^ )

In the order that they were drawn. All (c) me and so on. Plagiarize and I'll chew on your head.... Well not really. Who knows where it's been? ;)

Read This Message or Be Tomato'd

2007-07-07T20:08:00.000-06:00

I now have a first bit of my book, chapter zero. Here it is (first draft, that is) and criticisms welcome:

The Death of All Stories

Book One

Chapter ZERO:

Through the Eyes of Gods

I don’t pretend to know everything. That would be boring. I just guess.

Rather strange thought, isn’t it? Considering that I’m a god.

Well, goddess to be exact. My name is Nârēn.

You humans may have a bit of trouble comprehending that, ‘specially if you don’t believe in us. So let me say this nice and slowly: My name is Nârēn, and I’m a god. Got it? Good.

You’re going to need that knowledge for the rest of the story.

Now come on! Time’s a-wasting. Read on.

It’ll be interesting, I promise.

Or maybe not.

Look. There’s a group of worlds that are more transparently polytheist, as a general rule, than most. The group is called – wait, should I tell you that? I shouldn’t. Fine. The group is called – something, and I rule it. In it, I’m the supreme goddess. Period.

So, I rule this-place-C-doesn’t-want-me-to-name, under Her, of course.

If I’m a – the! – supreme goddess, who’s She? Who’s C?

Hah! Who’s C? She’s the kid who invented me, of course! I live in her head! You don’t really disagree with landlords when being evicted may be fatal!

Well, maybe not. It could be, but then it couldn’t. However, she wouldn’t write about me anymore, and that would mean that I’d only exist in the limbo that her other abandoned ideas inhabit. Boooooooring.

I don’t intend to let that happen. I hope you’ll help. Of course, by reading this you already are.

So... I’m really going to have to swallow my pride to say this...

Thank you!

Please don’t tell anyone I just said that.

So. Back to ThisPlace.

There are a lot of sub-div’d worlds in it. Basically they come down to three sub-groups, in which intervene some worlds from other groups altogether:

The Tarekas series, which has a lot of magic, and so the magic-users in it are (a) quite common and (b) often powerful, just as the norm;
The Analek, in which magic, when it exists, is rarer than water in a desert; this series also contains world Ny, C’s world. No offense to those who live there, but it seems to me it’s a depressing, magic-less mud pit whose gods’ visits to pop in and say hi are few and far between; it’s redeeming qualities are cool technology (though some Analek worlds with slight magic have that) and that it seems to be an endless fountain of good authors. For that, it’s awesome. Maybe that’s where all it’s magic went? That’s C’s theory, at least;
The Daer’shin, in which magic is rare, rarely acknowledged, strange, sometimes sadistic and amazingly powerful. It’s a mage’s dream... or nightmare.

And I get to boss most everyone in most of them around (while being bossed around by some adolescent girl myself) ! Doesn’t that sound fun? Yes? Well, you’re about to see some of the consequences of decisions gone wrong.

Then tell me whether it’s a dream or a nightmare, not before.

Welcome to my mind, either way.

*shudders* Ugh, text pasted in from MS:Word...

Well today was originally the date that Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was supposed to come out and don't I wish it had. But it's coming out at the end of the month instead. On the subject of not-out books Scott Westerfeld is giving copies of his unreleased book Extras to the first commenter on his blog. I am trying to be one of the first commenters. Wish me luck?

And now for a quote: "Behold! The consequences of decisions gone wrong made by gods whose brains were freezer-burned!"

NOTE: I may post a drabble for the side story taking place in one of the Analek worlds later (I think Analek C - it resembles Ny a lot)

Well, I'm back, but only for a while

2007-07-06T11:50:00.000-06:00

Hi.
I've graduated from my school, with a really annoying cavalcade of diplomas (I bet most people were very annoyed with me, and others, as some students got six diplomas and had to keep walking up.. it took about 15 minutes per diploma. My feet hurt so much that day, you know, there's this invention called chairs, maybe you should try it? Someone should say that to my school!)
Well anyway I'm free, on vacation, since the 3rd, we had the awesomeest ever year-end party on the 4th (Happy independence day, USAdians) and I have made it my July-am-bored project to get S.L.I. up and working, and to prepare for NaNoWriMo, as I plan on participating.
Yes, I know it's cheating to start working on your novel ahead of time. :P

So, I've decided I have an idea for the comment page for this post (remember it? Maybe you don't, and that's why I don't get many ;) ). The idea is: Answer the question "what are you doing this summer?" if you want. I really am curious. And what am I doing? Going to mexico city on the SEP's pocket, coming back, and going to the USA - California and Florida. Because visiting family and friends thereof is obligatory ;)
And I am most nervous because I go to the Mainland on the 14th which draws ever nearer as we speak. Eth.

Update, 07.07.07: I wish I could've skipped it, but I was
in the Escolta
in the graduating class
one of those proclaimed 'model students'

going to Mexico City (Whee! More diplomas!)

valedictorian and have been for six years (So three valedictorian-related diplomas)

I'm sorry if it seems like I'm bragging, but I am proud that the diplomas were not only because they needed something to do with all the extra heavy paper!

With aplologies to SparkLife and Animaniacs, the sources of the quotes.

2007-07-01T17:30:00.000-06:00

Me: " 'Two trains leave Cleveland at the same time in opposite directions. What the heck were you doing in Cleveland?' "
Dad: " 'The same thing we do every night, Pinky: Try to take over the world!' "

Well not only am I inteligent (I'd like think) I am also appearently Unteligent

2007-07-01T17:26:00.000-06:00

78% Untelligent!

You are one smooth chick! Your score is higher than the current worldwide average of 63%!

Your score is unique, however, so keep reading.

Score Breakdown...

Intelligence

Sense of Humor

Violent Tendencies

Bravery

Observational Skills

Morality

Self-Confidence

Here is the custom report of your personality than led our team of geeks to conclude (with confidence) that you are a resourceful and sly woman:

" The subject shows an astounding level of intelligence, and her sense of observation is one of her best qualities. Considering this, she shows a lot of potential, but that's only part of the equation.

Finally, the subject displayed a pathetic and useless (seriously bad) sense of humor, a nearly satanic lack of morality, and a hot-shot level of self-confidence. The balance of these three traits is important; high levels of confidence, medium levels of morality, and a good level of humor make for the strongest individuals."

Well would ya look at that! Huh. Now time to take the IQ test from the same thing, eep.

"A mashed potato glass to put martinis in!"

2007-06-30T16:59:00.000-06:00

I finally got an explanation for the Legendary Martini Glass to Put Mashed Potatoes In (see blog entry for 27-02-07); it was a Mashed Potato Party.
Hmmm.

Ehy, I'm back!

2007-06-30T14:30:00.001-06:00

Hi.
I'm baaaaack. And the Parlimento was fun.
I met some friends, namely those who I will refer to as Ladies X, A, B, and L. Why Ladies? Because I feel like it.
Hmm... I'll have to get the photo off but there's this very weird hairy rock thing... I ... um.... "found", shall we say. Taking guesses as to what it is. Will post what it is on Monday or possibly later.

On another subject altogether, I have my strategy for making comics worked out. I will have four, interlacing stories that will update weekly (since there are four they will each update once a month or so, maybe more, depends on how much of a brat Nârēn is being and then divide how much inspiration she provides by time, scanner access and homework/other things) (in order of when I came up with the ideas for them)
The Dæ^hisharean Chronicles, The Kaen Files, Shades of Gray, Normal Isn't Good Enough

in the end they will all come together in
The Death of All Stories
What I'm trying to decide is if I should make The Four separate or the same (under the same URL)
Any opinions?

But...

2007-06-25T17:30:00.000-06:00

Okay.
I've been having a bit of an attitude problem recently and I'm very very sorry... but now the answer seems to be, cannot read webcomics much may thee.
Gist of which, can't read much webcomics. But oh no I had to rhyme.
Anyway.
Tomorrow I am banished to a hotel in LP for the first of three days. I say banished because only my teacher will be there that I know (I don't know if any of my friends from the Olimpiada are going or not) -_-. I am going for the Parlimento Juvenil, the gist of which means that I get to be a Diputada for three days. Yay me. *listlessly twirls a flag around with one finger; the flag says 'insert witticism here' on it in tiny letters that barely fit on the tiny flag*
And back to the lack of webcomics. What shall I do to get the ban lifted? Try to find more successful ways of bottling up Anger, to be sure; They all say it's bad for you but you know what? In my experience being 'open with your feelings' and all that are worse. You try it, tell me what you think. Bah. Also, I shall unleash the Listlessness full force.
Because I've been feeling like that anyway, I've just been trying to shield people from the brunt of it.
That'll teach Them to tell me what I can and cannot read!
(Hmm. That does give me an idea. I wonder if Dad would be opposed to it - don't tell Mom or I shall be dead!)
(And will someone please tell the SEP thank you? Your tests have brought me almost nothing but regret that I took them, maybe you should work on your strategies and policies and what-have-you)

A teaser for an avatar I'm working on

2007-06-24T16:03:00.001-06:00

Enter Jashret. The real avatar will be better, and higher quality, because the real avie will be my AWESOME AVATAR OF AWESOME AWESOMENESS!!!
*ahem* *ahem* Sorry 'bout that. Got carried away. Please tell me what you think. Comments below, and am done with homework whooooooo!

Tablet hand becoming veeery tired.

2007-06-24T10:58:00.000-06:00

For tommorow I have to finish a six page historieta for school as the end-of-term assignment and of course am overdoing it. But I'm almost done. Also, definitive name for the comic marching under the name of 'The Random Mushroom': Shades of Gray. Or Grey. I can't seem to decide.
Also, curtesy of Naren and may someone whack her on the head for it because it's making me procrasitnate, significant advances on the character of Jashret and a very strange uniform idea that makes him look even more androgynous. Mmmaybe Dad had a valid reason to say that looking at the faces of the people I draw he can't tell if they're male or female, but I think he's overreacting.
Of course, it can't help that I reaaaally don't like drawing facial hair, so that's one indicator gone. (basically the type of people I like to draw are between ten and twenty... because then I can use myself as a model. Ha. Yet another reason why the guys are androgynous.)
But back to Jashret.
You can probably blame the character development on listening too much to Andrew Lloyd Webber's Phantom of the Opera's soundtrack.
I bet Mom is sooo sick of 'Angel of Music' right now. Especially since I just sing random parts and am wearing headphones. :D

Forbidden Magi (Magic and the Sciences that Resemble It, Part One)

2007-06-23T16:13:00.000-06:00

Because I have some time on my hands, and because I feel like giving you some background, and because I don't want to forget this, here we go with some info on the comic I'm making. Spoilers. Don't read if you're not interested/won't forget it in two months.

...

Really, I'm serious, there's spoilers....

Okay. There are the four divisions of magic you know about - earth, water, plasma (including Fire and Energy), and air. There's also shadow, which is very strange and often sadistic magic, but we won't go into that here.
A mage - a normal one - can be any of the many specifics (such as ice in water) and also has a passive, or non, attribute, which often comes from the same family (division) or a similar one. You can't pick your powers (only Shadowmancers can pick - yes I know the term Shadowmacers has been used before); they usually come from something about you. The Fae are slightly different: Their powers usually come in subspecies of Fae**. But again, that's off-topic.

Then there are three elements that are widely claimed not to exist, and when they are acknowledged as not myths, are most strictly FORBIDDEN to practice.
They are

SIGHT

TIME

and

THOUGHT

Since there aren't hordes of magi balancing out their powers in the mortal astral planes, these must have avatars every generation. The avatars are extremely powerful, and often can't control their powers because they have ALL the power of an element - the same power as, say, all the magi that practice anything in one Family's magic, COMBINED.

The three are the Seer (of SIGHT)*, the Time Bandit (of TIME) and the Soul Thief (of THOUGHT).

Two of one sect cannot coexist. That makes training very difficult. Usually dimension and time travel are needed. Limbo dimensions can be very useful, but are usually only accessible to Time Bandits.

Time Bandits, Seers, Soul Thieves and the Forbidden Disciples are widely acknowledged as myths.

They aren't.

(Where does Jashret fit into this, you wonder? He's a Soul Thief. That's what's with the gloves: Soul Thieves, like many other types of magi, focus their power through their hands (specifically through the tips of their fingers)- but since the Forbidden Magi can't control their powers, they have to have something keeping them from doing anything they could regret (many Seers wear enchanted glasses as they focus their power through their eyes). The gloves are enchanted as well because otherwise, since Jashret is very untrained and extremely volatile, they would be in charred shreds (though the Forbidden can't have nons). (FYI, Time Bandits focus their power through the palms of their hands. They can actually get away with leaving their fingers unprotected, but it looks weird)

*SIGHT is the most powerful. There are very few, but some, who have a nearly nonexistent Sight non. It is very useful but SO rare. In some dimensions there have been experiments in reproducing Sight through mechanical and technological means, but of course they haven't advanced at all. Anything that says they have is all lies. *clears throat uncomfortably* ALL LIES, I SAY!

The colors of SIGHT, TIME and THOUGHT are as follows
Sight: light blue
Time: red
Thought: Yellow

(This was actually written at this time on the 24th, but I didn't just tell you that!)

**I spelled it wrong the first time. I know the common form is Fey, just as the common form of the singular is Fairy. But that's not how I spell it, which is why it's wrong ^^ Remember, I RULE Dæ^hishara. I can do whatever I want. It's the power of authors, and why I included them in the classification of Thought magi in respect to those who can't control it. Since there are three types of people who use Thought, perhaps more, Thought may be the most powerful - I cannot say. If so, then Jashret is doubly scary. :P

News

2007-06-19T14:49:00.000-06:00

Hmm. Well we got results from the Olimpiada. My ribs hurt from being hugged so much. Why?

Well I'm sure you can tell. Why would I be hugged if I lost?

10th place of the 10 who are going to Mexico City for a week in late July. Yes, I know, You idiot Cosima, can't you've studied harder? Believe me, I've thought that often enough: I almost didn't make it, why are all you people so proud of me?

In related news, the generation of students in my school that I'm in (the generation that is) is quite possibly going to be named after me at graduation.

What the za? When did I get so important?

Mmmaybe I'll get a webcomic up (but I won't update 'till August or so)

2007-06-16T18:04:00.000-06:00

If I do, however, and don't come up with any better name, this will be it's banner

...Only slightly dead! Slightly! ...Torok...!

2007-06-13T14:01:00.000-06:00

For some reason people in my class keep asking me if I'm depressed! (Can't a would-be authoress angst in peace?) I don't understand it! And then Dad comments on how dark my comics are... I mean, Torok, can you give a person some rest? And what's wrong with dark comics? Aren't humans dark?
... Most of my characters aren't humans... But still~!
So I direct everyone to blame Nârēn. It's standard procedure.

Nârēn

2007-06-08T14:30:00.000-06:00

I'm the ghost in the machine and the machine is Cosima's mind, and it goes against its coding a lot even without my help.

She sometimes wishes I would leave, but then who would bug and poke and nudge and cajole her into drawing and writing about the characters who walk into her head, myself included?

I'm her muse, her inspiration, her creativity, her imagination - you might even classify me as her Æther. I also happen to be the most powerful god or goddess in her Dæ^hishrara multiverses but one - she can overrule me - for which I am kind of thankful, but don't tell anyone.

I inhabit her head along with the other characters who I champion.

But I really don't think she's schizophrenic.

More Author Avatar-ing

2007-06-02T14:09:00.000-06:00

Another pic of my comic avatar. The comic it's from would be a spoiler as it is the end of the rough storyline I came up with for taking Virçoise/Vircoise online. Now all I need is a system of updating, 50% of my time given back to me, blue graphite, decent paper, and a URL. Basically everything. But hey! I have a plot, which is more than can be said for most of my stories (I usually have puppets of characters who I put in situations and watch with interest in the place of a plot)
You at least can't say 'they have no script' with me. 'The writers flipped' is (1) arbitrary and (2) redundant. Of course I flipped, but it depends on how you define flipped. And watermelon. And purple. And also how you define shar'denat, but that's only because I've been asking Nărēn to shar'denat my teacher since I came up with that word so I'm pretty glad (1) she doesn't listen much (both Nar' and my teacher) because (2) it means damn. What? The stories I'm writing have a lotta gods in 'em! Gods damn people! I needed the word! Don't look at me like that! I didn't just want an expletive! What do you take me for, myself??

Yellow, Padwan

2007-05-29T13:30:00.000-06:00

Boy: "And you, Padwan, have learnt the way of the vacuum."
Me: "And you, Padwan, have learnt the way of the Person-Who-Reads-AEther"
Boy: "And you have learnt something!"
Me: "And you have learnt something else!"

Only a test of keyboards

2007-05-27T13:30:00.000-06:00

I´m using the spaish lanuguage - or quite possibly french, the ñ isn´t in the same place as on the ones in my school and there´s a ç - keyboard on the computer at cafe - how do you do accents? And the ? is above' next to 0, while ´is in the place of ' - too weird - Café (e and ´ simultaneously; shift e ´ gets you Ë or É, depending on which you press first, I think ) Brown, trying to blog. My fingers are already (partially) used to the keyboard, but this computer uses IE and the lack of Firefox or at least something with tabs (Update. Your. Programs. For. My. Sanity!!) keeps confusing me.
I just like to record the different computers I get to play with; you needen´t bother reading but I think messing with this keyboard is fun.

Countdown to 200 and a lithp resulting from badly-used archaic language.

2007-05-24T12:08:00.000-06:00

What I was trying to say, in reference to trying to find some sketches of Lord Tedd to help my strange pursuit of doing a fanart of him that doesn't make my eyes want to bleed:

And there thou hath thy long-sought-after Lord Tedd sketches.

What I lithped:

And there thy hath... heth... theth... somethingth I can't pronounthce...

Also: Definitive template for s.l.i UP!!!! I finally went with a modified version of Ms. Moto.

A post that had I had my way, would've been horribly angsty, so consider yourself lucky unless you actually want to know how my miserable mind works.

2007-05-21T17:58:00.000-06:00

I've been drawing comics in my spare time. However in my opinion the art/stories/probable updating times are so awful that no one would want to read them; the storylines remind me of comics I like, and I am mortally afraid of being called a ripoff, almost more so even that of being wrong; and there are much better comics that deserve the readership far more than I. The consequence of that is that I've been depressed the past few weeks. And whenever I re-read the EGS Painted Black storyline (which is sometimes semi-daily, when I don't have anything to study for) I feel like I'm going to cry. ('Why do you read it then?' you ask. Well, I really really like it and it's really really good. Which is the same reason I cry.)
My mother says that the angst comes with being an artist. Damn; I was hoping it came with being a (pre-)teen and would go away in 2-10 years, which is better than in forever.
However, here's some concept sketches for an avatar of mine so you can decide for yourself. If you like them feel free to comment, but I'll probably still be miserable. *sniff* Click for big.

The first draft of my female avatar. I was so worried about doing the ears a similar (okay, very similar) style to Dan Shive's that I probably rather panicked Dad by crying about it. Oh well, at least he doesn't dismiss it as mere angst.

Female and male avatars, without fur. Or tails. As in 'noticeable lack of tail'.

A mini-comic making fun of the fact that I thought the male avatar was kind of cute.

In the Shadows Lurk the Nightmares Made by SEP...

2007-05-17T19:39:00.000-06:00

Tomorrow I go to LP.
The day after I take the second level of the Olimpiada del Conocimiento Infantil standardized test.
I previously had gotten 52/70. I aim to top that.
I'm aiming for Mexico City.
Wish me luck.

[Update] the SEP need to work on their nightmare-making. It wasn't that bad. The exam was fun. But when did WWII end? [/Update]

MAJOR 'SQUEE'-age, just warning you.

2007-05-11T17:49:00.000-06:00

I. Got. A. Cell phone!!! this afternoon. It is a pink LG chocolate MG800c. Yes, pink. Because I don't like white, and black is kinda... um, I don't know, but all my electronics are black. Uh... so... off to install the software and babble at my dad! Oh, and in a week I will be in LP. But I will not allow that to distract me from my squee-age. So there.

On a book which I just finished today, automatically recommended -

2007-05-06T13:51:00.000-06:00

'This is going on my list of stories that might actually be real. Along with... with Kiki Strike and that's about it...
'If not, whoever blogs for them is incredibly dedicated. [and an insanely die-hard fan - you know, like me with the Inheritance Trilogy or the Chrestomanci Chronicles.] And never gets bored.
'Oh, and is really good at faking X-rays and what have you and who knows what else.'

Ya see, this is too weird and too complicated not to be true.
I can't wait till the next book comes out.
To think that I only started it this morning/finished it a couple minutes ago.

MaximumRide.com
The aforementioned blog

Playing with Vista

2007-05-05T18:12:00.000-06:00

Got an opportunity to mess w/ someone else's machine: one of the ones in the Ricardo Amigo real estate place. My primary analysis? Vista is basically a slightly prettier version (but not much) of XP. I am speaking of Windows here. Well, I admit, some of the glowy stuff is cool. But still, my machine is slow enough as it is!!
However, have not run into that 'cancel or allow' stuff yet. Every cloud as a silver lining.
Admittedly, a thin one. But we can't be picky.

In other news, it is Cinco de Mayo. I forget what it's supposed to be. I am sure we will be reminded on Monday.

I am making a timeline (and it is rather, uh, huge- primary estimates based on my first segment of eight that was handwritten indicates around 5ft each, 45 feet or so. But some will be typed.

This machine is relatively (ok, very) new. It has a little Windows Vista sticker on it, and a small keyboard, which I think was not the best design choice; ditto on the mouse buttons that don't stick up at all. Speaking of annoying. And though it is new... ish... 'enter,' '?,' and '.' don't allways work right. *sigh*

Though I admit I don't like the keyboard much, there's something about the arrow buttons that mine lack.
Oh yeah.
Lack of overuse.

...wait, did that even make sense?

Since we're on the subject of homework...

2007-05-04T16:05:00.000-06:00

'In the space of 3 measly days I intend to start and finish a paper on geometric figures, start and finish a timeline for every chapter of this book [my history textbook] and tape them all together. Fun!
'I'm an overachiever, this is what I call fun.'
Me, to my mom, today.

Return of the Homework

2007-05-03T17:33:00.000-06:00

I don't know if you find me posting my homework annoying, but this was just so unberably cool I couldn't help it. Check it out.

Whoa!

2007-04-30T17:05:00.000-06:00

A parade, carrying the Dia Del Ni~no Queen, Princess and Ladies In Waiting for my school, including our dear little midget queen (she's a first grader! Although... she could be a second grader for all I would know unless they announced it! They're all shorter than me! Therefore, they're all midgets to me!) on top of what looks like a limo.

Happy Dia del Ni~no to all the kids out there (be they 1 or 101)

I feel remarkably dead for someone alive

2007-04-24T18:03:00.000-06:00

"No, just - stop laughing. That's better. Yeah. Okay, wave at Sanity... Can't you see her-? She's over there- yes, like that, wave byebye to Sanity. Good girl."

This is what comes of reading the Raining Noodles archives.
Actually, I think I was looking at the source code when I cracked up...
Weird. Source code makes me laugh.
Maybe it was the utter insanity of what I'm going to do on S.L.I..
Oh well. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to google HTML for the brainless, see what comes up.

baaaaack...?

2007-04-21T14:08:00.000-06:00

No, I haven't disappeared. I half wish I had; I'd love to see the comments. But aside from that? I haven't been posting because I haven't been doing much worth posting about. Let me think.
*sound of crickets chirping*
Uh...
Well, my class went to the Pescadero school yesterday along with 5C and I managed to get a mouthful of sand falling off monkey bars, fell off a wall, walked on a tree, and had to get out of another tree - that had I fallen off of I would've been covered with mud, so good thing that I wasn't, I would've been in major trouble - precariously because of my teacher ("Rose! GET OUT OF THEIR TREE!" O.o). And what can be learned from that? That now my right arm hurts because I hold on longer with it for some instinctual reason because I'm right-handed, that I climb a lot, that football is boring to watch, that the reason I never play sports voluntarilly is because everyone assumes that if it's not intellectual I'll be awful at it and why let the awful people practice? We don't want equality and opportunity, we want to win so I don't get any practice, no one wants me on their team (however, I have never had "I'll take ___" "I'll take... Uh, professor, can I pick the rock?") and I feel bad about even playing because again, we're loosing, why should I play? I'll just make us loose worse...
Gods damn the star system at play in most schools. Or all. It seems to be basic human nature - and spiteful, ugly, and underhanded it is, it must be human nature.
People wonder why I call myself Cat. It's because, according to my observations, the human species is not one you would want to be anything more than a long-distance phone call away from sometimes. It is not something you want to be affilated with. It is something you can despise, regard with sympathy or fondness, or find funny, depending on your disposition and the time of day.
But it is not a species I want to be.
Tough luck.

On Pronunciation of word that end in A

2007-04-14T13:13:00.000-06:00

"You listen, you'll hear her saying R's [for words that end in A]-"
" 'Arse' is a completely different word."
*sound of laughter coming from behind a weighty book*

Exam results

2007-04-13T11:33:00.000-06:00

Do you remember those panic-filled Mexico-wide sixth-grade exams I would rant about? If you don't, no matter; suffice to say that the prelims were eighty questions, all subjects, mystifying and A-D. Four of eighty I had to guess.
Out of something like 10,316 people, I learned Thursday morning, I got second place.
You probably think I was elated. And I was. But there was one thing that filled me with simmering resentment- if the exams had been a week later I wouldn't've had to guess those four! - and another that left me ruefully panicked, though that paled in comparison to the INCOMING! exams in LP where we would, of course, get to meet the mayor...
The teasing if the first place person was a boy, who out-exammed me, considered smart and a bit of a pain-in-the-butt feminist by the boys-
The teasing would positively kill me.

The title of this post was bland because otherwise, if it was to apropriately express my mood, it would be Ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods... and I think I did that with Michael already. But, for the sake of mystifying you until I explain it on Evolution of a Writer*, and possibly and then some-
Seradoc somemighty on a stick...
This is really happening.
I'm scared.
*It (the thing in italics) is a reference to some of my favorites out of the gods and cavalcade of demigods I invented for the book that the surface area of dragons: The Evolution of a Writer chronicles the most.

New drawings

2007-04-10T10:29:00.000-06:00

I've been wanting to scan some of my drawings in particular for a long time, and thought you might like to see...
Also, I started a blog (another! Ye go- whoops, don't want to summon them again by accident - ) that chronicles my writing. Check it out if you like.

Yet Another Attempt- I must be crazy

2007-04-07T16:20:00.000-06:00

I once *again* tried to rewrite the CSS on SLI. Still no sucessfullness: my code ruined the page, and I ended up having to reload the current hole-full, awful template from disk. I am coming to hate that blog.

I think I shall finally dream something to blog about!

2007-04-07T13:07:00.000-06:00

Had a strange dream last night. Lesse. There was this thing on this beach, a privately owned beach - how weird is that - , and a bunch of people were invited - and did I mention my parents were still together? Weeeeeeirrrrdddd, I say - and so they were down at the end of this steeply slanted beach, but my best friend in the dream and her little brother got bored so we started walking up but around halfway up we stopped to rest in these enormous plastic beach chairs with red upholstery, honestly they were as big as cars, but then this huge! tidal wave came and smashed the chairs, and she was pulling him out and his foot was still in the chair when kablooey! and I was still sitting there but I had grabbed my stick because when I go to the beach, I always grab driftwood for witches' wands and staffs, and this one was a lovely six foot one and I got blasted straight out of the back of the for some reason slightly smoking chair and the stick stuck in the dune wall at the top of the beach, so I just held on since pretty much the wave just blew us to safety and as we screamed and screamed the alarm for the grownups, but then there was this huge wave going down the middle and most of the grownups were gone but my mom was running in front with her wrists drawn up to her shoulders, flapping her hands, kind of shriek-squawking and jumping with both feet together just ahead of the ravenous wave, which for some reason resembled a leopard seal, which prey on penguins, and my dad seemed to think she had gone nuts-
And then we were there, and the grownups were safe and pulling out their cell phones to chatter loudly about how "I was, like, so scared and there was like this huge wave, it was like huge," so we slipped quietly away to somewhere more interesting, to find someone who would care that the rapidly spreading wave had adverse effects on adults' sanity, already tenuous as it is.

This was a highly remarkable occurrence as I don't dream much. Maybe I'll make a habit out of it. It would be interesting to look like a dreaming nun.

How Blog Entries are Made

2007-04-06T14:16:00.000-06:00

*looks askance at username and polishes nonexistent glasses, stroking beard* *remembers she doesn't have a beard* *her brain wanders off in search of cheese leaving her in front of a computer; ("Ah well," she shrugs, "might as well type, then")*
And that is how blog entries are made.
From a recent (ie happening right now) chat.

In other news, I am recovering from a very nasty flu going around. Of course it is nasty. Things that go around have a tendency to be nasty, otherwise they'd loose momentum and fizzle out.

I'm baaaaaaaaaack!!

2007-03-29T18:24:00.001-07:00

From camping and I'd just love to give you a full report only I'd like to comment on Z, who hated me before I left for winning a game of chess. So this is our IM conversation to date, spanish and ingish (spanglish for english or ingles)
"Hola fool"
"Todavia me odias?"
"Si."
"Y entonces me estas platicando porque...?"
"nadamas y si quieres callate"
"o_O"
"o_O eso que?"
"*rolleyes* humanos..."
"eres un humano rose o no eres un microbio?"
"gato"

"Hello fool"
"You still hate me?"
"Yes."
"And so you are talking to me because...?"
"Just because and shut up if you want to"
"o_O"
"o_O what's that?"
"*rollseyes* humans..."
"You are a human rose or are you a microbe?"
"cat"

Thought you ought to know...

2007-03-25T18:30:00.000-07:00

...that I'll be gone for a week or so, camping east of here. I'll take photos and see you on sunday or so!

Do not disturb: am making stickers to promote the blog where I report whatever you say

2007-03-25T13:07:00.000-07:00

"I'm making stickers, you see."

"Stickers"

"You see in the thing I was reading, he said that he wouldn't be surprised if blog urls started showing up on bumper stickers... So I'm not going to surprise him."

Wordplay is a Girl's Best Friend.

2007-03-21T15:52:00.000-07:00

Today I didn't really have a good day. I went to the plaza after honores for Juarez and spring and a bit about the petroleo which is actually a kind of ridiculous thing to celebrate. The Escolta, being bored, made some prank calls on operators, then when it was all over I called and said I was really sorry for the inconvenience and the time we had probably wasted and hung up before the someone on the other end could respond in order to save more of it. A piece of set (canvas and thick wooden planks rolled up) fell on me.
During recess I was called a crybaby (I am not) and told my feet resemble or are turtle flippers (they aren't). Though I sometimes express an opinion similar to that last sentiment hearing it from someone I really don't like was a different matter, and anyway I still have a couple grudges against Nitwit to harp on, so I let that pass (relatively; I called him what he is, if I remember correctly, his reaction "What did I ever do to you?") and fell silent plotting a dastardly revenge or failing that poking him insane. A minute or so later, he asked if he could borrow two pesos. "No," I said starting out quite calmly. "You jerk why not!" "Well, I don't have any money and I HATE YOU AND WOULDN'T GIVE YOU MONEY IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT!" "You don't have to scream" "Oh but I like to" "I'm not deaf-" (around here we both were yelling at once and Z was whispering something that will be revealed soon) "Oh really I could argue to the contrary-" "I'm not stupid-" "Evidence to the contrary right there!-" "What did I ever do to you?"
Now, let's think about that. You (Nitwit) were the first person ever to call me a bitch, but that I'll give you credit that you might have forgotten it. It was a couple months ago, and it was in a "friendly" context, or so someone who can strangely stand you told me. But you just insulted my feet, and I kind of like my feet. (You know, big feet makes falling over *much* harder, even if you run like a crazed - and animate, and constantly twitching (ooh, twitching windmills) - windmill.)
Anyway, back to the future. He says:
"I'm not you," "And that's how I know you are deaf!" (He talks over people horribly. Thinks he's always more important. Remind you of anyone? Say, Mrs. K?) "Oh no I'm not that's why-" (Z bends over, whispers something to me. I grin.) "Stop whispering to her Z!" "Oh I know you're not me that's how I know you're deaf-" - Z tries to say what she had told me as she thinks I'm not going to say it - "unlike me you have no ears. Also, you're stupid. Unlike me, you have NO BRAIN!!"
However afterwards someone said "rose que tienes?" (Literally "what do you have?" but meaning "what's wrong?")
"Feet like turtle flippers," I said.
Wordplay is a girl's best friend.

Flag Carrying Monkey passed me this

2007-03-13T13:57:00.000-07:00

Aaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwww... But by the Tórok, how the heck did they manage that?

Documentary

2007-03-10T16:27:00.000-07:00

As you might've noticed by watching my Twitter updates I was just interviewed by a nice lady with a camera doing a video documentary on americans living in foreign countries. She was very nice, and says daddy (he was interviewed yestarday) and I will get copies of it when it's done.
I like being interviewed. It's almost like blogging. I have the freedom to say whatever I want and say it, and talk and talk and talk and talk and talk. What fun!

Eep...

2007-03-10T14:56:00.000-07:00

The Big Exams are tuesday. The Historia/Geografia little exam which is still nervous-making is monday.

I really don't feel like studying.

...&monkeys

2007-03-08T13:54:00.000-07:00

Am busy falling asleep on mousepad so my fingers are writing this. Walked around for half an hour with two hundred or so other people representing all ages from fifth grade to CECYT, carrying signs. Went to secundaria, watched their sucky Escolta-to-be (they're really awful), shouted that they need practice and was told how can I know with a heavy implication that I was an ignorant girl so leave them alone. And this on International Women's Day!!!!! Talked to Z and Da Stick about how awful they were, after raging at Z that me? not know? hel-lo?! vanguardia de la izquierda in one escolta and abanderada in the other! me? not know? it's them that can't paso redoblado right the half of them! pfft!, sat on REALLY COLD concrete for an hour and a half waiting, waiting for their thing to be over. Returned to school. Went for asistencia, to check how many kids came in our assigned classes. Came back.
School let out.
Now I'm free, free falling (free, free falling)

SLI yet again - maybe I'm starting to understand CSS? Can I hope?!?

2007-03-06T19:59:00.000-07:00

SLI looks pretty good now, and I'm working on refining it, and pinking it. Yes, pink. The Girl has Spoken, and Thus it Shall Be. For now, at least. Look at it now, I mean RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT!!!! now, to see something pretty funny - it's caught between two worlds, some parts are pink, some parts are purple. Haha.

Past life diagnosis. Sounds like I'm ill. Is a past life a disease?

2007-03-01T14:25:00.000-07:00

Your past life diagnosis: I don't know how you feel about it, but you were female in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Central England around the year 1150.
Your profession was that of a teacher, mathematician or geologist.
Your brief psychological profile in your past life: Such people are always involved with all new. You have always loved changes, especially in art, music, cooking.
The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation: The world is full of ill and lonely people. You should help those, who are less fortunate than you are.
Do you remember now?

...Okay, so I haven't been around again for almost a thousand years.

http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/

disclaimer

An introduction to random people, part one.

2007-03-01T10:07:00.000-07:00

I just realized I haven't done an 'introduction' bit for a while, so here goes nothing:

Porcelain Doll
Member of both Escoltas, middle in the formal one and I think middle in the other too, I can't even remember, she's so unobtrusive, almost like a tree or something. She's very pale and has very dark hair and is shorter even then me and her uniform always seems to be too small though, and she has a tendency to forget miscellaneous parts of it, for example her tie or her hat. A more rigid perfectionist than me if that is even possible, I have only heard her talk a couple times since we've been in Escolta together, for a year, and before then I haven't heard her speak since early third grade, since after that her mother switched her into the dreaded A class. She looks eternally angry and sounds eternally hoarse, and no wonder.

Da Stick
Member of both Escoltas and rather quiet comandante in both the Formal Girls' and Official. Her classroom nickname is Hueso or, when the teacher leaves her and I in charge, Maestra Hueso*. She is stick thin, though not quite skeletal; all in all she's one of those people who I've always been jealous of and looks rather like a model and seems to be better at me than everything except schoolwork and yelling: People laugh at her jokes!! When was the last time someone laughed at a joke I made up or I was able to participate in a conversation that had a lot of slang in spanish in it without burdening Z or Stick with a semi-constant hiss of "what does that mean?" "you don't need to know." "but I WANT to!" "tones" "ha ha" "Tones para los preguntones" "but what does it mean?!?!?!?!?"? Let me think here. Oh, um, NEVER!
Not that I begrudge her - or at least not much. She's a very nice person and I like to think she can't help it. But I really wanted to be the Officially Sanctioned Yelling Person! *sigh*

Flag Carrying Monkey
Flag carrier of the official escolta. Stick's ex boyfriend (I think they lasted a week, which seems to be a sixth grade record). He's sometimes nice and sometimes so annoying I consider re-taking up chasing people with shoes**, though half-heartedly.
All in all I guess he's nice though. And if he's annoying while we're practicing for the formal ones then I can poke him with the asta-bandera.

*There's one for me too but I've never been able to hear it well and when I asked Z to define it she said it doesn't matter so I'm pretty sure it means fat because unlike Da Stick I have a butt. Kapeesh?

**It was put on hiatus around fourth grade after I proved in a rather definitive and actually accidental (don't tell anyone!! ;) ) way that bugging the goody-goody bookworm foreigner really isn't worth it. Oh, and my current favorite pair, the ones I'm wearing now (I wear shoes all the time, even if I'm just sitting in the office) are kind of strange, really low heel and mostly cloth with only a bit of leather and of course black, but most importantly the heel is mostly an inch thick but at the heel something like one and three-quarters so they make wonderful booming and tapping sounds when worn, and would also be great for chasing people with, but they wouldn't've fit me back then. Okay you probably didn't care about that anyway. *sigh* Ow.

Oh. Yeah, when you think about it that way it's painfully obvious.

2007-03-01T10:06:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, went to the doctor's (the one I went to was, incidentally, Porcelain Doll's father.) and was prescribed antibiotics after an examination, told I have a throat infection.
We went to the generic pharmacy in the ex-Pilar hotel which is now a color-coordinated type of oranges that if it was anything but the building that I liked faded yellow faded orange and faded green wouldn't be as hideous as I perceive it. Girl looks in book. No they do not have the prescription. They are specialized medicines. We go to the ISSTE. No they do not have the prescription.
Guess who does have it? Porcelain Doll's father's pharmacy.
They were kind of expensive ($250 pesos [around 25 us dollars] ) for one box but it turns out that if we had gotten generic medicine I would've had to take it for ten days so the cost would've been about the same, since this I just have to take three times a day for five days. Apparently no he was not trying to get us to have to shop at his pharmacy, he was trying for the least amount of time needed taking the vile stuff (they taste the way the antiseptic in public toilets smell) and was also trying to prescribe a syrup since I am a kid - I HATE syrups. Mom asked for it in pills. While Porcelain Doll's mother who is a dentist was ringing it up she said wishfully and kind of amazed, "she takes pills?" Mom informed her that I hate any other means: I have a mortal fear of needles and syrups have a tendency to make me throw up.
I didn't, however, get the pain medication he prescribed. So though I'm almost back to normal and am going to attempt at school tomorrow, my throat hurts and my head both is throbbing dully and feels like some giant has my brain in it's fist and is squeezing it slowly, as you or I might a lime, to see what juices come out.
Even though I have strep throat I'd rather she'd've gotten the pain medication: I'd rather not hurt and get better a bit slower than the situation I am in now.

Overheard from dad on the phone because I'm nosy.

2007-02-27T13:07:00.000-07:00

"A martini glass?... A martini glass to put mashed potatoes in?... but what will I put my martini in?... [skipping part here]...Oh, wine. Ok. And a martini glass to put mashed potatoes in."

I'm sick so I didn't go to school, instead I went to dad's trailer but now we're in town. My throat is sore and my nose is stuffy and I feel like God or something sucked all the energy out of me with a giant straw and like I'm thinking through treacle.

It hurts to laugh but I did anyway.

the consequences of being a budding cantante

2007-02-26T18:09:00.000-07:00

Probably from singing too much, I now have a sore, rubbed-raw throat.
Three guesses why.
After all, I've been talking since the age of five months.

I'm just going to get this out of my system

2007-02-26T18:01:00.001-07:00

I was with my mom at the Hotel C. Flashback was doing the first night of their live recording, and at about 11:40 it all became too much: the sugar, and the loudness, and the sugar, and the bright flashing lights, and waking up at 7, and being teased because on a pop quiz two years ago a boy bested me... and I... started crying whenever there was a drumbeat. Or anyone said something. Or anything at all came out of the speakers.
In other words, pretty much continuously. Damn eardrums and school curriculum and threat/encouragement to get to school 25% earlier than everyone if you're in the honor guard... I'm really not like that usually, but by the time the week is over I'm pretty much at the breaking point. (four day weeks should be the standard. FIVE to SIX WEEK DAYS ARE NOT HUMANE)
I probably would've been able to shut up long enough to get out of the hotel, but my mom thinks that the only way to get me to be quiet while crying is to yell at me so I'll shut up out of being startled (or at least, she probably thinks out of being startled.)... whatever happened to asking nicely?
Sorry for griping at you... it's been weighing on me all weekend.

What always happens when you drop the knife?

2007-02-18T11:44:00.000-07:00

Found in the Baja Western Onion:

EL MIRADOR BECOMES LA PATRIA SUR - Hello everyone!! This is Kathy Gordon Aviles of the magazine El Mirador and I would like to let everyone know that I have returned to Todos Santos. I have changed the name of the magazine to “La Patria Sur” and my first print edition will hit the streets on the first of April. I can be reached on my cell phone at 612-119-3903 (locally that would be 044-612-119-3903).

It is such a wonderful feeling being back in the country that I love and with the people that I adore. Also please remember that we have the free online Gringo Telephone Directory at www.elmirador.tv and getting listed is really easy once you go to the site. -Kathy

She's back. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's like what always happens in the horror movies, when they drop the knife the monster comes BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
She changed the name so it would be momentarily unrecognizable as the dog paper of ts. Okay someone kill me. SHE'S BACK!!!!!!!!!!!

the possibly mutual Crush

2007-02-17T16:24:00.000-07:00

[Update: "ski"?]
I just received the news that The Crush (#1) likes me from a kind of untrustworthy source (a couple sibling classmates who are chatting with me) but what the hell. I like warm fuzzy feelings and I have one. So there.

----------(pseudonym pending)----------- says:
si THE CRUSH medijo que tequeria [me]

z says:
ami tambien [me]

me says:
q????????????????????????????

me says:
te dijo eso??????????????

--------- says:
si

z says:
si

----------- says:
si

me says:
*muere*

z says:
si

------- says:
ski

me says:
de verdad?

z says:
si

---------- says:
si

--------------- says:
siiiiiiii

me says:
"x sabe quien me gusta entonces ella dijo a todos" "pues eso es lo que hacen los amigos" -yo y mi papa

Recent obnoxious message

2007-02-16T09:22:00.000-07:00

"Hi, I'm looking for a place to stay, it's friday - " Oh, I hadn't noticed!! " - I have a phone - " Um, duh. You're calling. " - and the number is... wait let me find my number" - half a minute or so of LOUD static - "Okay I left my number in the car so I'll just have to... call you back."

Pre-Valentine's Day Add

2007-02-15T17:36:00.000-07:00

CLASSIFIEDS:

FOR SALE

Flowers. Unfortunately, have been sat on, and stepped on several times. Otherwise quite nice red roses, a good prop if planning a breakup, if drama person.

Beigeish knight in slightly tarnished armor. Get it before Valentine's Day for people on a budget! Special refund rate if you wait until the 15th, though. Simply bring proof-of-purchased: squashed bouquet.

Opinions needed. CSS knowledge also.

2007-02-15T17:17:00.000-07:00

So I got most of SOMETIMES LIFE INTERRUPTS's template up, using a bizarre combination of:

A little of Blogger's (in need of improvement...especially on the subject of color codes and seeing what color you have and inserting your own) WYSIWYG template editor (not. much. at all. It should've stayed in Beta longer. It really needs help.)

Some very minor copying (just on little things, like the basic CSS, so no one get mad at me please, look at my soon-to-be primary and perhaps only blog and then look at the wonderful It's Raining Noodles! and tell me if you can tell that every now and then there is a patch in my design that was modified form her template) from the source of raining noodles for css tags that I, with my absolutely and completely almost utterly lacking knowledge of that language, had no idea how to do.

A haphazard combination of rule-of-thumb rgb and hex color codes, editing the basic blogger tags, and writing and/or seriously modifying additional ones (see above)

And a little - or a whole damn lot - of luck.

Don't get me wrong, at first it was qualifying parts of the blogger template as text to just display in a great big weird block above all content. That was annoying. And then the colors decided they didn't feel like being what they should, and all in all if you go there you'll see the end product of probably half an hour to an hour of work and some aching eyes on my part. Okay I just tuned the brightness on my monitor down. That helped a lot, but if I'm going to be photoshopping I might have to turn it up again. Bother...
Your persistent (because I don't know if anyone cares) update on the new firefox: It doesn't accept Okay as a word unless you format it too, nor does it accept photoshopping, an essential part of my vocabulary, and it would be nice if instead of trying to take HTML and CSS tags as words it would give you a hand with them. I dream of 3.0.
Also, roaring wind outside, and the power was going on-off-on-off-on... for a while. Since I have a laptop that wasn't much of a problem, I just played Solitaire until the Internet connection came back, but a friend of mine who I was IMing and who was working on a desktop regularly went offline for a while every couple minutes. Dinner thing with four people and steaks of tuna fish tonight, and I have a stuffed animal cat (fake everything of course. WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR??????) stuck in my sweater so if I have to hug something, there 'Tolomeo* is.

*The way Ptolemy is pronounced in Spanish. You don't pronounce the P. Correspondingly, if speakying English he is 'Tolemy.

I've just about given up.

2007-02-13T17:08:00.001-07:00

qwertyuiop

Pause the chewing, I might have something!

2007-02-13T17:04:00.000-07:00

what about this?

Well? TELL ME DARNIT!! I WANT THIS TO WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Italic didn't work. Chew chew chew!!

2007-02-13T16:57:00.000-07:00

CHEW CHEW CHEW

It worked kind of. This is the second test!

2007-02-13T16:52:00.000-07:00

this is the second test this is it's second chance to avoid ~~a head-chewing~~ a scolding WILL IT WORK????

Does this work?

2007-02-13T16:48:00.000-07:00

I just edited my template with much trepidation. Does this work? If it doesn't ~~I'll chew on blogger's head~~ I don't know what I'll do . Sulk, I guess. This had better work. You do not want me to Sulk.

america in the eyes of some diggers 1

2007-02-13T16:41:00.000-07:00

by waiting2awake 4 hours ago

+ 34 diggs

When you grow up you just might realize that not everything is a partisan political move. Sometimes things are wrong, regardless on who does them. From an outside perspective, there is no difference between your republicans and your Democrats - they are both the same, tugging at certain issues to illicit an emotional response because as long as you are thinking emotionally you will be likely to fall for the blame game.

Republicans = Democrats.

The only losers are the American people and you all are too busy sling monkey poop at each to even bother noticing that both sides are playing the same game.

by halleyscomet 4 hours ago

+ 9 diggs

@waiting2awake

Shhh. Be careful. You're spewing "Common Sense" and injecting reality into a partisan debate. Both Repubocrats and Demlicans object to that kind of behavior, and it goes over very poorly in most discussion forums, particularly Digg.

(For those who missed the gag, I just switched the first two syllables on the words "Republican" and "Democrat" to illustrate the fact that there really isn't that big a difference between them. There are no other attempts at punnery inherent in the switch, nor am I trying to make either name sound like a different word.)

by waiting2awake 3 hours ago

+ 3 diggs

@hallys

*looks around in shame* I'm sorry. was I interfering in something nonsensical again? Cute word play too. It is probably going to get worse before it gets better with the average Americans understanding of this stuff. But I guess that is the easiest way to control a population. Give them only a narrow field of the available options, then divide that narrow field into two halfs, then have the two sides play off one another giving both the illusion of chioce yet having complete control.

They

2007-02-13T16:01:00.000-07:00

Me, in my glasses, just a couple minutes ago. Dad is far more efficient than I am.

Who's afeared of the big bad wolf?

2007-02-13T15:35:00.001-07:00

So we are NOT going to the escolta exposition and contest thing because the tightwads running it won't provide transportation.

And as of yesterday afternoon I have had glasses! They came with a cool black case with the inside being red and fuzzy which leaves little bits of fuzz on them and shuts magnetically and says ESPRIT on it. And I think I might have been myopic for a while since I don't remember ever seeing the world this sharply!

Why I'm glad I use firefox.

2007-02-02T18:33:00.000-07:00

This says it all.

Er... Um... Well...

2007-02-02T18:25:00.000-07:00

I wonder if the dog likes the music?

Check out this photo out...

iq test

2007-01-31T17:28:00.000-07:00

I just took an iq test. I'm dissapointed in myself rather because the last time I took one it came up as 130 and this time I was just 110. Rather pathetic. But, they seemed like sappy people who wanted to make you feel good but slightly stupid. So that explains it. Anyway: the quotes:

Mental abilities have the highest correlation with general intelligence of all objectively measurable abilities and they are the primary focus of this test. Furthermore the mental abilities targeted for measurement were specifically chosen because they have been shown to correlate highly with many other abilities. The graphs below show how you scored in various abilities such as pattern recognition and logical reasoning - skills which are all reliable predictors of academic achievement.

Graphical representation of intelligence scores and percentiles

Intelligence score chart

Verbal
Mathematics
Spatial
Logic
Pattern Recognition
General Knowledge
Short Term Memory
Visualization
Classification

Intelligence percentile chart

Verbal
Mathematics
Spatial
Logic
Pattern Recognition
General Knowledge
Short Term Memory
Visualization
Classification

Because I'm not good at anagrams, she spat in her mind. They make me feel like a bloody failure and talking like I am reading Harry Potter (the site's a Brit one) because I'm not good at freaking anagrams. And maybe because I answered truthfully: I don't know in stead of taking a guess. It's all their fault. Right. I really believe that. Not. But maybe if I keep telling myself that I won't cry. Damn hormones, or Brits, or something...

new firefox: hard to get used to.

2007-01-31T15:56:00.000-07:00

The new firefox is much better, much cooler, et cetera, et d'arvitting cetera, yada yada. But since the individual "close tab" buttons are on the individual open tabs, I keep confusing myself and, in a hurried quest to click them, close them. This'll take some getting used to...

telcel episode 1.0.0.1

2007-01-31T15:42:00.000-07:00

telcel episode 1 beta
So when mom went to LP yesterday she was planning on getting a cell phone but didn't because she had wanted a car charger too.

telcel episode 1.0.0.1
So we were going to go by the two telcel distributors in todos but they were siesta-ing and, we were told, would be until four - and it was one.

So, telcel episode 2.0 beta will be if we manage to go tomorrow.

why telcel episodes 1, 1.0.0.1, 2.0 beta, etc?
because that's a similar way in which versions of firefox are named. First there's the beta which they give to people who debug it, then there's the beta-beta they give to the addon developers, then there's what all of us humans get.

what else is new today?
on digg I am geekinminiature and on del.icio.us I am now a.cat.by.any.other.name . Because I have to have a membership in anything remotely geeky which I shall then forget about after a couple of months and be relived that it hasn't been hacked but stayed right where I wanted it, in my bookmarks and saved passwords.

Little Red Riding Hood needs glasses

2007-01-30T13:20:00.000-07:00

Ok, the title was completelly random.

But, there's a municipal escolta competition (Feb. 15 and 16 in LP) - and there are two categories, girls and boys. Which means that from the ashes of our humble co-ed escolta were born two of them to be educated in full formals.

You know I'm in it!

But what position?

Flag carrier.

Flag d'arvitting carrier.

I'm so exited!!!!!!!!!!!

You know, I really don't move much. But whenever we stop I have to put the flag down without looking.

There are going to be some pretty cool diagrams up I think, since Wed. I don't have to go to school because my teacher, Mrs. K, is leaving during recess and though she trusts me to do the homework, she knows most of the others won't and so that's what they'll be doing.

Then on Thursday I get ID pics taken at school.

Then no school Friday or Monday.

Tee hee...

surf pics

2007-01-28T17:10:00.000-07:00

Sorry if this takes a LONG! TIME! to upload. I didn't have time to shrink the pics.

that camera of yours

2007-01-28T16:57:00.000-07:00

About my camera for surf photography:

"yeah it isn't very good for movement"

"No it isn't especially when I'm taking it REALLY REALLY FAST! I WANT THIS PHOTO RIGHT! FREAKING! NOW!"

Today however I got some of my bestest best ever surf photos with the people even up on boards. I also took a ton of pelicans because I am trying to get a decent pelikan shot

iBabble

2007-01-28T16:26:00.000-07:00

Yes, I do. I have iPods on the brain - not even my impending glasses have managed to uproot the general amazingness of Michael from my mind!

So the current thing is headphones. Thing is, I've thought around-ear headphones were SO COOL since I first saw a picture of them (in a muse article about a guy who invented a whole language from scratch for a video game). Before then I had thought that they were all on-top-of ear headphones, and earbuds. What was I thinking? Before it was what you're used to, it was bigger, seems to be the basic law of computer stuff for my generation (what are we? I don't fit in to X - X is, what, I think 15-25? I'm Generation Geek. But that's just me!).

So. Headphones. Yeah. That. Did you know that my folder called headphones... well, here's the domain deal (I don't know if domain applies but you know what I mean, right?) in FireFox (which I recommend!!) is:

Bookmarks toolbar folder (duh! required for it to show up in the tool bar!!)
Apple
iPod
Headphones
around-ear

(I don't know if the formatting will show up right)

Ok, so you are asking why apple? Because iPod is in Apple.

So you are asking why iPod (if you haven't dozed off yet?)? Because I'd want to use it with Michael for the songs that have nice bass and stuff, and also because earbuds leak sound like CRAZY, though they are great quality (the apple ones).

Headphones should be self explanatory.

And around-ear is, obviously, for the around-ear ones!!

Thus concludes my babbling!

Verdict

2007-01-27T16:54:00.000-07:00

Glasses.

You really wanted to know whether I need them, did you not?

Here's the deal:
We went to Costco, and so, I got this appointment with this lady who's the doctor, eye doctor, what's that called? - her name was... let's call her A, she was really nice - and so we did this whole big huge eye test thing with different glasses and lenses and stuff. I talked a lot because I talk a lot anyway but when I'm nervous I REALLY ramble. So when it's done I tried on all these glasses and stuff.

Have you guessed yet? I need glasses. We ordered them. She said they'd be ready by the 9th or the 10th. Of February.

They're pretty nice, all bronze-y... I'll post a photo.

Okay so we were looking at the glasses, and mom comes in, she was putting the groceries in the pickup and she says that

This guy was looking at her funny so she kind of stayed there to check that he wasn't gonna steal our dog food which was in the back and which is serious buisness seeing as it feeds our three large dogs for a month and so probably costs quite a bit. Then all these unmarked cars pulled up and cops came out! waving guns! "Get down get down" and handcuffs and all that I think, I don't know I wasn't there, I was discussing the pros and cons of looking like Harry Potter if you can see. Jokingly. Some of the glasses were that round.
Well so by the time we got out there the cops (one of whom had told mom, "move on move on nothing to see here" to which mom replied "it's my car!") were gone, the guy's car was gone, yada yada.
The dog food was there though.

So grandma's gone, she called a bit before four (impressive considering we dropped her off around 8:30) to tell us she got home fine, says it's snowy and she misses our clear skies with sun who belatedly came to wave bye bye, as if in apology for the crappy weather most of her three week trip. She left me with more clothes (much needed. They are bigger.), a couple dresser drawers reluctant to shut, black curtains for my closet, and the fact that I miss her, though I won't miss sleeping on the couch.

Bye.

PS to the post before

2007-01-23T16:51:00.000-07:00

These are the ones I got.

The best explination is the letter of comlaint.

2007-01-23T16:48:00.000-07:00

I found the Sonic Impact website and thought I might as well have a go at their customer service. The letter is the best explination since I detailed all corresponding events.

"I recived a Sonic Impact speaker set for the iPod Shuffle for christmas, since my family does the whole santa claus thing I don't know where it was bought. I didn't know where my iPod shuffle was but I tried it with a CD player I hadn't used in a while and the sound was distorted. I wasn't sure if that was the CD player or the speakers though.
Then for a late hannukah/christmas gift I got a 30GB iPod (black, BTW) and so I decided to test it with that.
So I plugged it in and I was like, "well I don't think Jack Johnson's voice is really that quiet in relation to the music on that song but oh well, I think it's fine"; then I decided as the ultimate test I'd put on the original song it had so much trouble with, since I had ripped it to iTunes.
And it distorted it in the same way! So here I am with a pair of speakers that aren't designed for my primary music player and, on top of it all, don't WORK! So I was wondering what I can do; if possible I'd like to exchange them for something compatible with my video iPod, but I'm not sure if that's possible... A refund might be nice, but I don't know: I have the packaging, but I don't know where to return it, and I have no idea if there's a proof-of-purchase or not, I have to talk to my mom, but since I found this website I thought I might as well go for it.
Since I live in Mexico, please email me back to contact me.
I hope this'll work out!

With all due respect,
Cosima"

Verbal diarea

2007-01-23T16:12:00.000-07:00

"Whatever I say is going to end up on your blog!"

"That's because you're smarter than me!"

Why not to learn DOS, and why my reasons not to are sadly laughable... kind of.

2007-01-21T17:59:00.000-07:00

I'm trying REALLY hard to learn the DOS command prompts and all, but, pleeze. It's a Microsoft thing, jeez. I'm doing it because I promised The Fortune Telling Lady that I would... But. But but but but - ! Here's my line of reasoning which common sense keeps surpressing (common sense is very rude. Common sense is an opressor. My Line Of Reasoning (hence known as MLOR(D?)) is considering taking Common Sense (hence known as CS) to court before the League of Nations (in my little imaginary world, they exist. Nyah-nyah.), the UN (for no particular reason), Amnesty International, and an orang-utang eating a tangeloaf*. I bet CS will be able to afford a better lawyer. People pay CS for counseling sesions because, CS really isn't that common - but then they do whatever it was that they were going to do in the first place... but, CS still has the money. Their suits may be chronicled later. Along with the wardrobe, I might even catalog the proceedings**). Okay, MLOR with commentary from (sarcastic as always) CS.
DOS is a Microsoft thing?
Yes. Some of us knew that.

Saw-reee... I didn't!
For someone with a supposedly 130 IQ, you sure act like an idiot. You also act your age.

You know IQ isn't really a judgement of inteligence-
Whatever.

Wait - if it's a Microsoft thing (or at least I think it's a Microsoft thing... er... one of the sites said MS DOS, didn't it....?), why did Michael Moscovitz have some manuals on it? I thought he was an iMac/Linux person...
That's the ONLY REASON?!

No, it is NOT the only reason. But mention of it made me think about it.
You're just doing this because you want to be like Michael Moscovitz in the Princess Diaries books which you happen to be re-reading, nyah nyah...

In the SMART, songwriting, guitar-playing, program-writing, website-designing, iMac-and-Linux-using -
And here we get to the crux of the matter!

Shuddup. ANYWAY. In the... where was I? Oh yes... iMac-and-Linux-using sense... but do I want to be a boy?.... nah. Not on your life.
Get to the d'arvitting point...

It's a Microsoft thing. An Evil Empire related thing. Something related to The Nerd Who Makes Thousands Of Dollars While Sleeping.
You're not sure if it really IS a Microsoft thing OR if Bill Gates really makes a couple million dollars per day -

Now who's extrapoleating?!
Your. Point?

I want to be a Mac person.
Well, I once wanted a pony.

Now do you get it?
Unrealistic little dreamer. As if you'll ever be able to afford one?

Aw, c'mon, extrapoleate how cheap technology gets -
Ouch. The extrapoleation we were all afraid of bites.

Okay, that's about it, because CS and MLOR went off fistfighting. For something called common sense, CS doesn't display a lot of it (MLOR is bigger than her)...

*type of citrus fruit. Sorta sour.

**Suit! Aren't I funny!! Did you spot the S? You get 196184682756873817638165981637846 bonus XPert points on your quizes in the Unauthorized X Files!!

Post with much white space... er, blue space.

2007-01-20T16:22:00.000-07:00

Today when dad and I got to the office, I got a bit of a scare.

My hard drive was out of memory!!

But I ran a thingie and everything was all right.

Or was it?

I'm going to try to put stuff on cds now...

...and ask for external hard drives for my birthday.

Just in case.

Since my goal is to be able to download Audacity.

(Which will take space)

to be able to record songs and podcasts.

(which will take more space)

So I need space!

Maybe if I put AdSense on a blog or two I'd get enough money to buy some more space?

That's certainly a possiblity worth looking into...

Who I'm jealous of.

2007-01-20T15:52:00.000-07:00

Look, I'm speaking my mind in these two lines, without even trying to be polite.
So I don't know if you really want to read this.
Now that you've been warned, read if you want to.
But don't get mad at me.
There's free speech in Mexico, right?

I envy people who don't have to carefully tiptoe between their parents.
I also envy people who can speak their minds.

There is a fine line between Bhuddism and me, and a fine line between iPhones and insanity

2007-01-19T19:06:00.000-07:00

1. Interviewer: Find a globe.
Me: There is no globe.
Interviewer: Spin it.
Me: There is no globe.
Interviewer: What does it say?
Me: There is no globe!
2. Interviewer: Find a book.
Me: There is no book.
Interviewer: Turn to page 53, line 3, word, 6. What is it?
Me: There is no word!
3. Interviewer: What can you hear right now?
Me: I cannot truly hear anything now, as I have not achived nirvana. My ears are only figments of my imagination, a demonstration of the stubborness of human nature. There are no sounds.
4. Interviewer: Have a conversaition with the closest living thing besides yourself.
Me: There are no living things.
5. Interviewer: Turn the TV on. What show is it?
Me: There is no TV.
6. Interviewer: Type your name with your elbow.
Me: I have no name.
7. Interviewer: Stand up. Close your eyes. Spin around three times. Open your eyes. What do you see?
Me: I cannot truly see anything now, as I have not achived nirvana. My eyes are only figments of my imagination, a demonstration of the stubborness of human nature. There are no sights.
8. Interviewer: If you could be anyone from Warriors who would you be?
Me: There are no warriors. Warriors cannot achive nirvana.
9. Interviewer: Find the third letter of all your answers. Underline them. What do they spell?
Me: There are no answers.
10. Interviewer: Apologize to your readers.
Me: There are no readers!
11. Interviewer: Indeed, I doubt most could put up with you. Still, you should thank them -
Me: There is no them!
12. Interviewer: You are being difficult!
Me: There is no difficult; there is only your perception of difficult, which is relative from infinite but fleeting moment to infinite but fleeting moment. There is no clear line between you and me. There is no interviewer. Go away.
13. Interviewer: No! You can't make me dissolve and scatter to the four winds! You can't do this! I'm the head wizard of the society of wizards! You're not allowed to melt me! What's in this?
Me: Soapsuds.
14. Interviewer: Soapsuds! That's demeaning! You can't do this to me! You'll see! You can't melt a wizard foreve...

Oversized Squirrel: Phew. That got rid of the interviewer! Now for the witnesses...
Me: THERE IS NO SQUIRREL.
Oversized Squirrel: Huh?
Me: THERE IS NO SQUIRREL THERE IS NO SQUIRELL THERE IS NO SQUIRREL THERE IS NO SQUIRELL -
OS: *turns into OS X*
Me: There is no OS X there is no OS X there is an iPhone
OS X: *turns into iPhone*
Me: Cool!

Still raining

2007-01-19T18:52:00.000-07:00

Here's some funnies for rainy days:

Do not put this on your computer. It is, among other things, mauve.

Why it is really hard to get some world leaders to talk to each other.

What bosses should never do, but somehow always do. (also works for teachers, i. e. mine)

I'm glad I don't use WordPerfect!

But the question is, did the chicken even cross the road at all?

What the motion pictures say

Why you should think very hard if you're picking something to bring into solitary confinement.

Some forwards worth forwarding.

Bill Gates vrs. Michael Jordan

Under these requirements, George W Bush is a terrorist, or at least has potential for being one.

Why it's a good thing my teacher doesn't have internet access

We're back where we started!: a brief history of medicine.

Check this out, oh ye conspiracy theorists

2007-01-19T15:01:00.000-07:00

http://rejectedfromthexfiles.wordpress.com/

Broadcasted to you from the windowless, heat-less basement office.

Woke up, rolled out of bed/ dragged a comb across my head... and for what?

2007-01-19T11:11:00.001-07:00

I woke up at five, rolled out of bed, showered, got dressed, etc... and it's raining and there's no school. ce la vie. No fair!!

And the clock face was a green blur.

2007-01-17T06:18:00.000-07:00

So.

Yestarday I got an improptu eye-test. I do not have very good long distance vision. Since that was a held-together-with-tape-spit-and-prayers affair like most improptu things down here (or up here to people in South Africa *hint, hint... Get it? It's a reference to a reader...*) the verdict will not be sure until I make it down to LC and get to Cosco where there is an eye doctor who does glasses.

And the direct result of this is that I couldn't see the clock face in the morning, as it is digital and only about an inch high, and so when a rustling jarred me into full awareness I could not tell that it wasn't the six-fourty-five I thought it was, it was five fourty five.

Thus why I'm on the computer at six-twenty-five. There's still thirty-five minutes to go... *sigh*.

Read this part at your own risk. It's my uncensored thoughts carelessly allowed to escape by a groggy brain.
Since you probably can't see the following but bravely elected to explore ahead, I pity you. Press ctrl and + until it's large enough if you're on a dell or a toshiba or what. After you've read it and regret it press ctrl and - until it's the size it was before.
The crux of the matter, the irritating part, is that -person- said when -they- were telling -someone- about it "she thinks she needs glasses." Um, yeah, I think I need glasses! I couldn't see the d'arvitting board!! (which is, incidentally, how Daddy found out. He had a really mean math teacher and when he thought a five was a three or vice versa, I'm not quite sure, in a crucial equasion, the teacher marked the whole thing as wrong. So he came home unhappy and (surprise surprise) his parents asked him what was wrong and lo and behold, they took him to get an eye test and today he is my daddy who can only read without glasses. Read books. Er, kind of close to his face sometimes too.) I think that's PRETTY GOOD GROUNDS FOR THINKING I NEED GLASSES!!

New blogs

2007-01-14T14:04:00.000-07:00

I now have three new blogs that will be podcasts someday - those of you with iTunes keep an eye out for

In the shadow of the dragon: What lurks in the shadow of that great big lizard? Among other things, an uber-opinionated adolescent.
The Dragon's Shadow: What's hiding in the shadow of the dragon? Well, this video podcast, for one thing.
Banana Smoothie: Add a couple nuts to the banana, and you might start to understand what resemblance a bag of mixed nuts bears to the entire west wing of the Galactic Mental Hospital. Better yet, perhaps you'll understand this podcast.
More Blogs Than God: More randomness? I expect so. The dustbin, the "misc." folder, of my existence; the name was dad's idea.

When wakes the Cat

2007-01-14T12:30:00.000-07:00

I was woken up this morning at, six or so by rain rain rain rain raining loudly. On the trailer. Eeeeep...

The harsher rain which woke me up ended at about 6:23 according to my watch. But it kept raining. It may still be raining for all I know...

That's it for now.

If the name fits, it's a glove... or something.

2007-01-13T10:43:00.000-07:00

Its raining. When I woke up I don't know if it was raining. But the cats woke me up, yowling, "OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT..." and racing around like maniacs... its raining maniac cats ha ha. They knocked a mirror over, but it didn't break. This was at six in the morning mind you. Once it was light enough I went over to the window to check because it sounded like the wind in the palm trees and it was raining. No wind though so you wouldn't know it, it wasn't pattering against the windows, but I know that palm-leaf sound, yes I do.

That's a tiny bit more reasonable...

2007-01-13T09:21:00.000-07:00

Now the iTunes download claims it'll take 5 - wait, no 4 - 5 - 4, yes, its settled on four - hours to download. That's just an itsy bitsy tiny bit better then 19, isn't it?!

The week feels like a month; the prelude to the week-end feels like just another day. Sigh...

2007-01-12T18:21:00.000-07:00

Exactly.

Every day I'd come home from school so exausted from the veritable sensory overload that I was expecting the weekend to be staring me in the face. Instead came an unsatisfactory afternoon and more school in the morning. Am I not sleeping enough? Heck yes.

And to top it off, all the downloads I had going on my iTunes were disrupted so they are starting afresh - eight of them anyway. Also I am disgruntled at Apple. The only episode of the Macworld Keynote Address is 1.21 gigabytes. That's more than 1 and 1/5th the capacity of an iPod shuffle (which is what I had before I got the thankfully formatted-capacity-27.84-gigabytes-iPod-named-
Michael-(no-I-haven't-forgotten))!!! I mean, why couldn't they be reasonable and split it into, say, 1/5th of a gig portions? Some of us don't have wireless and some of us (i. e. me) who do have wireless don't have fast wireless (remind me to rant about that later) nor 18 hours for it to download!! What were Apple thinking?!!?!?!?!

PS - Now it says 19 hours. I repeat, what did they think they were thinking?

PPS - I have a mild sniffle. I just sneezed. I will never know why my sneezes smell like cats. Something sweet, and cats.

Another mystery to ponder, when I have time

2007-01-12T18:15:00.000-07:00

After an hour or so, I returned to my computer to find it was logged into mom's half of it, with the mouse in the control pannel inquiring about Communications tools. Mind you I had not logged into hers. I suspect cat meddling, but what would they have to learn from inspecting preloaded tools such as "Fax", ect.? Don't scoff. Cats are smart. I've even read a book written by one.

Also since many people in my class have been asking, "do you have msn?" I belive I shall do some research into what exactly that is, and if I like the sound of it I'll AAP: Ask A Parent. Why do I tell you this? Well, to put it bluntly if you will, I have nothing much better to do.

No, I won't stop it with the videos!!

2007-01-11T16:22:00.000-07:00

Check this one out! They certainly put a lot of thought into this... I suspect eleven-year-olds.

Is the identification worth it? Naaah...

2007-01-11T15:33:00.000-07:00

I just got an odd comment inviting me to make money on the web through a badly-grammared blogger. No, thank you! *mutters* sounds just like the people we was warned about in Kiki Strike, that it does precious, good thing we hasn't met anyone like that in real life, yessss... *flinches* Aah! Caught during a Gollum impersonation, we was, precious!

And here I was hoping I'd take after Mom in that...

2007-01-11T15:19:00.000-07:00

Today, for the first time this year and perhaps in a month or more, my teacher wrote on the board and made use of the Enciclomedia system*

*Computer system installed in many Mexican schools which, among other things, includes a COMPUTER!... obviously... which most professors have no idea how to manage until they get a itsy bitsy tiny crash course in, basically, clicking and MicrosoftWord (and how stuck up they are that they can touch the mouse! Speaking in reference to my own, erm, affliction known as Ms. K only) ... and a projector thingie that projects (I never would've guessed!) what's on the screen onto the whiteboard (those markers STINK!bloody murder) which is one way I discovered this. Back to the future:

and that is how I discovered the uncomfortable truth...

The words on the screen, in both cases, delighted in transforming into little red, blue, and black blurs. On the videos I kept thinking they were animation because the edges blurred and looked stylized; all in all I had a miserable time trying to figure out which number was which and how many digits it had.

All of which points towards one solution:

Like my dad, I need glasses. I just realized it two years after he did.

And I was hoping I'd take after Mom in that...

No sugar? No way!

2007-01-11T15:15:00.000-07:00

I just tried a new drink that claims to be just apple juice, carbonated. While the ingredients list is long and horribly small, nothing I could make out sounded like sugar. Why am I sounding like a middle-aged person when I have an - I mean, a kid's eyesight? Well, teh sad truth about that will be explained next, and the "teh" was on purpose. As long as I'm talking about something sad I'd better make it a wee bit more cheerful by misspelling something what strikes me as funny, and yes I do talk like I type. If anything more, er, flowery. Spanish leans towards the flowery.

I live up to my name

2007-01-11T15:13:00.000-07:00

It's RAINING! Where are the CATS and FROGS?

Humor aside it's a good thing I like rain and that my sniffle is only that, as being sent out for lunch and then for a drink for meself goes on regardless of the weather, as geeks gotta eat.

Must be the best video ever!!!!

2007-01-11T14:52:00.000-07:00

Ooh! Just look at this... It's just about the best, cutest video ever! I mean, at the end I was kind of afraid for the - *Blogger puts a hand over her mouth so she won't spoil anything* - but it turned out alright! And it doesn't get much cuter, unless you're talking about a real-live puppy or better, a kitten....

Jiggle jiggle bounce bang splat

2007-01-09T16:51:00.000-07:00

So. If you haven't noticed my lovely new graphic, you must subscribe via a feed reader or sommat. It goes SPLAT! and spits out lovely shiny information as to who has visited, the record starting... right about... today. And remember one of the views of most are always me me me in my continual checking to make sure my meddeling didn't seriously mess something up. But hey I ain' complainin': it tells me how many people read without compromising their privacy. Sweet, eh?
Ya know what else is "sweet"? Today is mom's b-day. No I ain' tellin' you no age of my parents! There might be a hint... someday... though.

Intelligence
Sense of Humor
Violent Tendencies
Bravery
Observational Skills
Morality
Self-Confidence