happy thanksgiving

to everyone who celebrates it.

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.

[Afterthought]
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.
[/Afterthought]

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.

XD

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.
XD.

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.

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:

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

THE ROOSTER

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.
Oops.

THE PARADE HAPPENDED TODAY! THE PARADE! THE PARAAAAAAAADE!! W00T!
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

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 Fanfiction.net, 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.

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.

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!

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.

[Afterthought]
Bore of a post, I mean.
[/Afterthought]

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!

[Afterthought]
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...
[/Afterthought]

People

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!

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:
DOES ANYONE KNOW HOW TO FORMAT THE TEXT SO STYLED TEXT IS A DIFFERENT COLOR?!?!!?

D'Arvit.

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.

Darn.

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
oh,
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!!!