Sunday, August 19, 2001
Our house leaks. We had a huge mother of a storm last night (horizontal rain, tree-busting winds, lightning every second or so, it was great). Anyway, I went into the kitchen this morning and there's a giant pool of water on the floor under the kitchen table. So I mopped it up. Hmmmph. Leaky house.
Friday, August 17, 2001
Ready, Set, RANT!!
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!!! You fiends! What the hell are you thinking?! Aaarrgh!! Don't you understand?? This isn't love, this isn't even romance, you just don't get it do you?! Why do you have to pervert this to your own selfish fantasies?! Why why WHY!!!?? What is wrong with enjoying these thoughts in the privacy of your own head?! Why do you have to sic them on the innocent web-surfer??! Hello, these characters wouldn't do this! Oh SHUT UP!! I don't care if it IS called "fan-fiction"- why are you abusing someone else's characters like this?!?! Expand on the already-rich characterization, world, plot all you want but WHY ALL THE FREAKIN FUCKING?????? AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!! If it makes SENSE sure but IT DOESN'T YOU HORNY KNUCKLE-DRAGGERS!!! If I EVER caught you doing THIS to one of MY characters, I'd be INCENSED!! And INCENSED Stormi is BAD!!! WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY???!!!??!! Do you get some kind of kick out of forcing these characters into these situations? Have you ever thought what the AUTHOR might think if they saw what you've done??! Did you EVER think how maybe they might be a tad OFFENDED?!! Or maybe FREAKIN ANGRY?? Or maybe they'd sigh in despair as they realize you're just another gullible, horny, unoriginal, callous, self-gratifying little- !!!! Think: if you're beloved author read this schlock, what would they think? Tho if you don't RESPECT their CHARACTERS enough to deal with them constructively, why should you CARE WHAT THEIR CREATOR THINKS???!!!
AAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!!! *sound of fingernails being raked through wooden desk*
And WHY did you have to be such a GOOD writer??
Friday, August 17, 2001
Someday I will have a building that is all my own. Part of it will be a tower, four stories tall, with lots of windows and I'll hang plants in most of the windows.
The ground floor of the tower will be a bookstore. It'll be done up in dark wood and brass and very crowded with old books and new books and little interesting things that might be for sale if you love them enough. The people I hire for it will love books and people too. A bookstore has to love stories; not the market for them but the feelings they can give you when you're reading them, or when you're imagining what you'll write next. My employees will be welcome to add their personal touches here and there. I will sit around and drink coffee and talk to the people and probably spill coffee on my own books. o.O
The second and third stories of the tower will be full of the machines of imagination. Printing presses and binders and things I don't know I need yet. Noisy and busy and imperative machines because without them, there are no stories, save only on my hard-drive and in my mind and perhaps in a leatherbound book with thick, creamy pages.
The fourth floor is office space. The offices of editors and readers and re-readers and publicists and marketing folk and me. From here we will find the stories that need to be told, that bring joy and understanding and love back to the world. Letters will be written, phone calls will be made, impressive arguments will be had and won and lost, and the wheel will spin with ecstatic power.
I won't need a house. I can sleep downstairs in the bookstore, flat on my belly on a couch, half-covered in an afghan, one hand trailing on the floor, dreaming, smiling, alive. I've seen the future baby.
Thursday, August 16, 2001
My immune system told me just now that I'm working too hard. When I work too hard, it shuts itself off, I get sick and am forced to take a break from my normal mode of functioning. This happens about every four months, sometimes less depending on how healthy my current lifestyle is. So now I'm sick and all I can hope is that I'm feeling better tomorrow so I can work without keeling over in The Box and utterly embarassing myself.
And have I mentioned how BAD the freakin mosquitos are?! These things are disturbingly PERSISTANT.
Wednesday, August 15, 2001
Aaaarrrgh!! Mosquitos everywhere!! I went outside to hang out my laundry and *BOOM* instantly mobbed by the little vampires. Probably gave the neighbors a great show stamping my feet and cursing and swatting at 'em with my panties.
Oh! Paid for my textbooks today! I ordered 'em online from Grant Mac's bookstore web-site. It had a booklist for each class, but some of the books weren't 'required', just 'suggested'. So I didn't buy those. I hope I don't need 'em. :P Looks like we're reading "Pride & Prejudice" in English 101. *snooooore* Sounds like I'll have to dig out the ol' shovel I used to acheive such decorous marks in English Advanced Placement... My friends, the secret to astounding English grades lies not in actual passion or skill, but in the fine art of bull-shitting. (A cautionary note: that although bull-shitting is fairly simple, it does not give you the proud pleasure associated with great literary accopmlishments. Does it, Mr Gibson? What are you talking about? I'm not bitter you gave me a 79 in English 30 because you didn't like my style. Oh no, not at all, just because I had acheived honours in English every year of my educational career until I came into your oh-so-open-&-intellectual presence, do I deserve one extra percentage point. No, your astounding moral fibre and better judgement of my personal appearance and obviously flawed writing style serve only to humble me, of course. And prompt me to research the most cost-effective way of making thermite, in order to place a large chunk of it onthe hood of your car, light the ribbon and watch from a safe distance as it melts its way through your hood, engine manifold and inevitablly into the pavement beneath your vehicle!
That said, I will now cross my fingers and hope I never have to do that again... I mean, never have to THINK about doing that again... I mean, uh, hope I never have a teacher that would deserve the mere thought of something so heinous... err... uh... I hope I and everyone else has a GREAT SCHOOL YEAR!!
*whew* Close one... ; )
Monday, August 13, 2001
HAIRCUT!! It was just getting too freakin long. Tomorrow it also gets a dye job. :) It's been too long since the hair was a freaky color. I'm torn between purple streaks and full-on emerald green.
Saturday, August 11, 2001
So excited!!! Got plot for Skikardi II! It lacked one, or rather, it lacked a unifying continuity. It was made up of little stories and experiances and cute things done by Eliponi. Now, it not only has an exciting, mysterious and fast-paced plot, but it manages to tie up a number of loose ends (Windmare!!) and simultaneously unravel a few new ones!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Those are screams of happiness you hear! Noema helped- of course, she always does- and her 'character' (Shiol) is now a foil for the ever-pleasant, slightly idiotic Doomsday. I'm coloring her in snow leopard-ish colors to offset Doomsday's stark black fur.
Friday, August 10, 2001
Okay, I'm going to jinx myself now: watch, this is the ultimate way to fool with fate...
I'm going to go UPDATE MY PAGE now!
Friday, August 10, 2001
The Night Mare, her mom, Raptor and I all went out for sushi yesterday, since TNM misses Japanese food. Half the Japanese team from the World's was in there as well, which was kinda cool. Afterwards, Rappie and I took the LRT (Light Rail Transit, Edmonton's sad excuse for a subway) down to Churchill square where they're holding the Festival of the World's and mingled with the folks from all over the place. We raced each other in a 35m sprinting challenge (he beat me by 15 hundreths of a second!), investigated the Canada Tree (bigass wood sculpture), and generally wandered around looking at everything. I waded into what is left of the Legislature Pool (they built the Cafe o da World over top it) and got soaked to my knees which was nice cuz it was hot yesterday. Raptor took pictures of me being my charming self too; hopefully I can put them up on my page.
Thursday, August 9, 2001
The BAND, people. The band the Crystal Method, okay?
Thursday, August 9, 2001
Crystal Meth makes good music. :)
Thursday, August 9, 2001
Okay, so it took over an hour. :P Details.
Wednesday, August 8, 2001
If the template looks really funny right now, it's because I'm in the process of changing it. Should be done in half an hour or so, catastrophes pending.
Wednesday, August 8, 2001
So I'm OFFICIALLY into college! And my tuition was about equal what it cost me to go to Germany. Tuition was $2547.75. Germany was about $2500, including spending money. Let the countdown begin: 19 days till college.
I can't believe I'm counting this down. =^.^=
Okay, I just had a bizarre thought: What does MasterCard/Visa/AmEx put on the Artist Formerly Known as Prince's credit card for a name?? I mean, he's gotta have credit card, probably at least Gold grade, so does it have 'The Artist Formerly Known As Prince' or does it have that little symbol on it? And if it's got the symbol, do they charge him extra for it??
Tuesday, August 7, 2001
I was walking home from Asche's place, crossing an intersection when this Sunfire pulls up and this white male yuppie leans out and yells,
"I LOVE YOUR BOOTS!! WILL YOU MARRY ME?!"
So I yelled back,
"I don't know, I can't see your feet!!"
Thank you for identifying yourself. I will now permamnently remove you from my list of possible reproductive partners. Thank you for playing. ; )
Saturday, August 4, 2001
OH MY GOD!! Jayne, my boss, just called me and told me I won Associate of the Quarter!! This's an award voted on by everyone else in the store! I get a gift certificate for $75 worth of STUFF at the store, a plaque and my picture taken (must dig out absolute weirdest outfit...!). COOL!!!! :D I am so honoured, I'm gonna go kiss each and every one of my co-workers... except Annette. :P
Saturday, August 4, 2001
....I gots POM POM'S!! Oh wait, hold on I'll get to that.
I'm up at the very top of Commonwealth Stadium, my back against an enormous stretch of blue cloth banner, my feet in the sun. It is boiling hot and I'm in boots and jeans and black t-shirt. I came straight here from work with only foresight enough to change from sweat-trapping black polyester to tattered blue denim. I'm wishing I'd brought sandals and the skankiest, most flesh-revealing tank top I own! My Powerade is dwindling and since beer costs $4.25 a cup- well, more like 3/4's of a cup really- I can only imagine how much water costs. Fortunately, there are water-fountains everywhere downstairs...
So MF and I took the bus to Westmount, hopped the Park & Ride to the Stadium and eventually got in, were given metallic pom poms (mine red, MF's green, I ended up with both of 'em, guys don't like that whhole pom-pom-shakin thing?) found our seats (after mistaking 'P' for 'O'-doh!) and proceeded to sit in the baking sun. Taped to our chairs was a plastic baggie with three large double-sided colored cards and an instruction sheet for something called a Card Stunt. I spent part of the time hiding behind the last row of seats at the top cuz they were in the shade and half the time scanning the people in costume for Comrade Asche. Couldn't find her. :(
The first part was a show called 'Quest' which, unless you saw it, was too complicated and cool to describe. Basically, there were four 'tribes' each dressed in one of the colors of the Championships (red, blue, yellow, green) and they ran and danced and looked very cool from very high up. Then the pulled four big ladders into the middle of the Stadium pitch, built a pyramid from them and one person, wearing a super-long cloth cape of their particular color then climbed up the ladder! It was highly cool. ^__^
Next, the countries and their participating athletes came in, bearing flags and decked out in their colors and each continent was lead by an intracately built animal, formed from metal poles, flags and guys on stilts. Africa was lead by a golden lion, Asia by a red and gold dragon, North and Central America by a white horse with sparkly blue streamers for mane and tail, South America by a yellow vulture, the Nations of Oceanus (including Austrailia) by a giant hamster wheel decorated with blue dolphins so that when it rolled forward it looked like the dolphins were jumping out of and into the 'water' (blue banners provided by folks walking next to it. MF and I wondered where the heck Canada was, since they hadn't been included in N. America. They came out last, lead by a polar bear and were greeted by the entire stadium all screaming and waving flags and pompoms. :) During this introduction sequence, we found out what the Card Stunt was. The colored cards we had all had letters on them and the instruction guide told us which card to hold up when prompted by the big-ass screen on the field. When the first group (Africa) paraded out, everyone on the east side of the stadium held up their cards and voila! It formed a big picture of a lion with the word 'AFRICA' underneath!!! We did this for every continent, and Canada. Somehow, it didn't deter us from screaming and clapping and the announcer told us that our corner of the stadium- north-east- was by FAR the loudest. >; )
Next, the men's Marathon started and lemmee tell you, this was NOT the day you'd want to be running a marathon. It was 28 celsius with no wind and these poor guys are running 47 KILOMETERS. Okay, I thought that's impossible. Seriously impossible. And they do it in just over 2 hours?! Are you KIDDING?!? I'd be dead on km 5!!
The second performance was called 'Land' and that's the one Asche was in. I found her- wearing a brown jumpsuit and a straw hat and lying on her back on a white card- partway through the show. This one involved Native dancers, folks dressed to look like butterflies, a bunch of guys with pitchforks and scythes and Asche's group who I guess were sposed to symbolize the Land.
The next performance was 'Aurora' which had an ex-classmate of MF's in it. This one was all about flowing color and gymnastics and they had four big trampolines which the performers did flips and tumbles on. (His classmate was one of the trampoline chicks.)
Around this time, the marathon runners came back. 103 had started and I think only 40-something finished. Gee, what a surprise. The two guys in front- one from Kenya and one from Ethiopia- were neck and neck as they entered the stadium and down the back stretch, the Ethiopian guy just ran for it and passed him!!! The entire Stadium was shaking from stamping feet and screaming and madly waving pom-poms! It was awesome fun. :) All of the Canadian runners finished the race, even though two out of five came in last and second-to-last, and when those two came in, we just went crazy. Let it be known that Edmonton can SCREEEEAM like nuthin'! The entire Stadium spent the next fifteen minutes doing the Wave and the officials timed it, with the fastest Wave rotation of the entire place being 33.5 seconds. :) Heh heh.
So the last performance was called 'Celestial' and it effectively blew our minds. At the end of it, all of the other performers from the previous shows also came out onto the field- PACKED- and did a HUGE dance performance called 'Running Man'. During this, they set off fireworks and fantastic pyrotechnics and the Stadium was filled with smoke and music and whipping pom poms and dancing and cheering and flag-waving. Totally, totally cool. :)
I had a great time, got home late, woke up early and stumbled off to work where I told anyone who would listen about the festvities.
Saturday, August 4, 2001
Sleeeeeepy... oh so very sleepy.... Got home from the Opening Ceremonies of the World's 'round about midnight, got to sleep round about 12:30. It was spectacular! Comrade Asche was in one of the features (a neat choreographed display of dance and music) called 'Land', so they gave her two free tickets to give to family or friends to attend the Opening Ceremonies. No one else wanted em, so I picked em up and took my brother with me.
I'll say more about it later when I get home from work. :P Yeah, now I have to work when all I want to do is sleep off the Stadium Tubesteak, multiple ice creams and the effects of the bloody hot sun. :)
Friday, August 3, 2001
Mmm, breakfast. (Cinnamon Toast Crunch and an apricot. I've decided to try eating a bit more healthy. Don't ask what 'unhealthy' is.)
Damn. It looks like this is the natural progression of reality. I just CANNOT write Skikardi II before the Gray War. It's impossible. I've tried. I can work on them at the same time, but I can't write SKII before TGW. This came to my attention last night when I just said to hell with chronological order and flung my talents at TGW once again. And oh, it was good. :) I have some of my best passages of writing in that story. So it seems SKII is on hold YET AGAIN, until I figure out a plot for it, and TGW is back to it's supernatural hold on my creativity.
I laugh at chronological order. Ha ha ha!
Thursday, August 2, 2001
Hey I fit the description of a nice psychological disorder! Check it out:
Many believe that schizotypal personality disorder represents mild schizophrenia. The disorder is characterized by odd forms of thinking and perceiving, and individuals with this disorder often seek isolation from others. They sometimes believe to have extra sensory ability or that unrelated events relate to them in some important way. They generally engage in eccentric behavior and have difficulty concentrating for long periods of time. Their speech is often over elaborate and difficult to follow.
Now back to my plans for world domination...
Wednesday, August 1, 2001
Archivin' time again. Onwards...
THANK YOU RAPTOR!
Raptor bought me a big-ass- and when I say big-ass I mean E-freakin-NORMOUS Iron Maiden poster while he was in Toronto for helping fix his downed server. It's like 4' X 7' or something (I haven't actually measured it) and it's an official subway-sized Ed Hunter tour poster (from the tour promoting their latest CD Brave New World including the totally kick-ass single the Wicker Man and a really great shot of Brucey- oh yeah, and the rest of the band, heh heh) and DAMN IT'S COOL!!! *breath Stormi, breath*