Monday, June 11, 2001
Holy shit, we got hacked!
Last night I came home with every intention of sending the Tea Party e-mail but no dice.
I'm not savvy with all the technological jargon MF gave me but it basically boils down to: there was a Trojan virus on our computer which he found and evicted, however it seems that in the milisecond or so before he completely expelled it, it sent our modem IP to Somewhere and now Someone/Something from Somewhere is routing information packets through our modem IP and it makes anything to do with the Internet impossible to accomplish.
So I'm at school right now. I asked MF if he'd lately angered someone who might be doing this as revenge, but he hasn't done anything rash in months... Not happy. Need my internet. Hope Telus can fix this. : (
Sunday, June 10, 2001
Contrary to the name of my journal, I'm a hideously insecure person.
I got up at 2:30 today, since I didn't have to work and am on self-proclaimed vacation. Well, technically I got up at 9:30, but then I stayed in bed and finished reading 'The Grapes of Wrath' (I love Steinbeck, he ROCKS) and then, because it was within reach (ie. I only had to roll over), re-read Harry Potter and the Philospher's Stone. This got me musing over whether or not JK Rowling got the color of the Philospher's Stone right (she made it red), so I had to actually get up at that point and retrieve another book and check since I couldn't remember what color the bloody thing's 'sposed to be. (She got it right, it's red.)
I swear alchemy is a British past time. Why are North American's so jumpy when it comes to magic and alchemy and parapsychology and all that fun stuff? In Europe you can practically feel the magic. Well, then again I was in a dazed and transcendant state but still... JK Rowling knows an admirable amount about alchemy and I need not mention Bruce Dickinson's infatuation with the subject...
Mmm. Bruce. I got my 'Chemical Wedding' CD back from Comrade Asche yesterday. It's wierd working with one of your friends. She got hired at Winners about a month ago. I hope she's liking it because I kind of talked into applying. It's odd working with her because I know everyone there and consider some of them (except the evil Annette woman) friends, but in a different way than Ash is. Ash knew me when I'd read Skikardi aloud in Creative Writing Club until my voice failed even if no one was listening. The folks at Winners don't even KNOW about Skikardi but we're friendly with each other.
My eyes are starting to congeal. I've got to tear myself away from the computer screen. Must go clean downstairs bathroom. *uuuuuuggghhh* :P
Thursday, June 7, 2001
Yay! Amazon.com finally accepted my MasterCard! :D
Thursday, June 7, 2001
Bless the person who invented seat belts and the so-called 'Oh Shit' handles.
MindFire drove us home from school today in his friend's car. Fortunately, I don't have any insights on life relative to how one's younger sibling drives because if they did they'd probably include a light at the end of the tunnel. Let's just say, he needs some practice.
Back to PhotoShop!
Tuesday, June 5, 2001
Dear lord, what have They done now?
'They' is a universal term I use to refer to anyone with more power than myself who succeeds in pissing me off and against whom my small own small powers are likely useless. In this case, 'They' refers to HarperCollins Publishing and the oh dear god part refers to their plans to publish a new series of books based on C.S. Lewis's Narnia chronicles.
New books? Which will take out all references to Christianity, alhtough Lewis was a very Christian guy. New books? Which are neither written nor sanctioned by the (dead) original author, the original creator of this vision?
And all this because HarperCollins plans to cash in on what they call 'young reader's appetitie for fantasy, created by J.K. Rowlings' Harry Potter'. Say what?!
The reason we like Harry Potter isn't just for the fantasy, it's for the integrity of the characters (something sadly lacking in these rapacious publishers). And to re-write, extrapolate, change the creation of an author after they're dead (and thusly unable to defend themselves and their creations) is TOTALLY UNBELIEVABLE.
This is like taking someone's kids from them and putting them on, like, the child modelling circuit against both the parents and kids' will. Stories can't defend themselves and after the author has died, whose left to do so?
That's it. I'm going to create a new law that states, at the time of a creator's death (be they writer or what), if it is their wish that NO ONE tamper with their work in any manner, then it is strictly against the law to do so and punishable under the same clause as KIDNAPPING.
Yep, I'm mad. This is sacrelige.
Monday, June 4, 2001
I hate getting rained on. Rain is great to watch from indoors or from a car, but I hate being out in it. And we really need rain since we're having a drought, but I hate getting rained on. Icky.
MindFire's grad was pretty cool. Not as cool as mine, but still cool. : ) I've never seen him wear anything except blue jeans and black t-shirts. My little brother... looked like one of the MIB in his tux. ^.^ And I was wearing a gray pin-stripe suit so we looked like mob brother and sister. Heh heh.
I have these phases where I completely lose all semblence of inspiration. I hate it when this happens. They last for about three or four days and generally happen at the worst possible moments, like when I'm supposed to be drawing this week's installation of Avram the Sane... Gak. And then, about four days from now, it'll come roaring back and I'll stay up all night for a couple days drawing like a maniac and my boss will wonder why I'm so unflaggingly perky even though I'm working customer service on a saturday... Aw, the 'blessing' of creativity. It isn't a continuous steady force. It's horribly finicky and easily put off and disrupted.
Friday, June 1, 2001
There was a big, glittery red dragon fly flying with me today, periodically landing, taking off, and circling for the trip between the city hall and the mall, a distance of about a kilometer. The mission was: secure shockingly pink hair dye to tone my locks in a fashion appropriate to the fact MindFire is graduating from high school tomorrow. :) Congratulations, little brother! Mwahahaha.
I bought my Stage 13 ticket today as well!!! I can feel it now: the press of sweat-slicked moshers, the anxious adrenaline rush as the stage lights dim, fists raised above our heads, index and pinky fingers extended. And from 3000 hoarse throats, the chant:
Tea Par-TY!! Tea Par-TY!!
...rising in ebullient volume until, to cacophonous shrieks and whistles; an open-shirted figure with long, wavy black hair, smoldering eyes and sultry posture; a slender man with spiky black hair, elegant hands and wild, excitable eyes; a grinning figure with tousled golden hair and confident step- the Tea Party arrives.
I just can't wait!
Tuesday, May 29, 2001
I'd love to know why Amazon.com keeps declining my MasterCard...
Monday, May 28, 2001
I just registered for college!! :D Online!! *cheering* I had to move my English 101 class to another time-slot since my first choice was already full (@#$%) and unfortunately the drama 247 class I wanted to take was full too, so I picked Sociology 100 instead. Which will be fun. I can't wait to take Sociology 224 next year: Deviance and Conformity. Mwahahaha.
I can't wait for school to start!!!! (GAK!)
Oh and I started reading the Necronomicon today. (Borrowed it from Cel, loaned her one of my alchemy books in return.) It's full of ponderous language but quite fascinating. It's so interesting the way the mythologies of many cultures, cults, sects and religions have the same entrenched themes. A lot of them are full of it, but despite the high & mighty language and random capitalization, the Necronomicon is making a frightening lot of sense. By 'sense' I mean I can see common themes between it's contents and the ideas of alchemy, various occult sects, the Bible and psychology.
It's fun to have hobbies this weird. ^_^
Monday, May 28, 2001
It's always fun to meet the people you're friends are going out with. It gives you a whole new perspective on that person, who they would choose to be intimately affectionate with. Like when my little brother was asked out by his first girlfriend. They're still good friends and she's a sweet person. I approved muchly.
And then there's Raptor's girlfriend, Fluffy the Goth Queen. She is so much fun! And has the most incredible wardrobe. If she wasn't 6 feet tall and therefore MUCH taller than me, I'd probably be nabbing her clothes. ^_^ She has such a positive outlook on life, no matter what's happening. I admire that.
Sunday, May 27, 2001
There should be more guitarists like Santana. He is AMAZING. And the perfect compliment to a warm, sunny day. How I love summertime.
And Pepsi. Some people call alcohol 'liquid courage'- well, I call Pepsi 'liquid inspiration'. :) Bless the Pepsi, people.
Sunday, May 27, 2001
Ugh. There's Oasis on the radio. :P
I have the WORST case of writers block right now. Not only am I completely stuck on Skikardi II, but now I'm stuck on Avram as well! I'm not sure where to go next... I have too many ideas and can't settle on one. As for Skikardi II.... argh!
Think I'll go for a Pepsi run. :) Caffeine: the best way to solve creativity problems. Yes I'm an addict, no I don't want help.
Saturday, May 26, 2001
Yay! It's 'Andromeda Day'! :D
I bought overalls at work today. I haven't had overalls since I was in elementary school. They make me feel cute and confident, no cares in the world. I like 'em.
Someone should start a web-site called ActsOfRevenge.com and market it to all of those people in customer service jobs who have to deal with the stupid, mean-spirited and insulting folks in the world on a daily basis. I had a couple candidates for vengeance at work today. One lady was trying to scam me into returning something for $72 that was priced at $50. My job's worth more than $22 to me, thank you. The second guy was just a plain arschloch who managed to rudely insult nearly every employee in the store. I had visions of potatoes stuffed up tailpipes dancing in my head.
Friday, May 25, 2001
Wow.... the Doors are amazing music to tear down web-pages to... I'm getting very lucid. I've decided it's time good ol' Cataclysm Productions features it's namesake in more than just a shadowy and mysterious handful of mentionings...
Love me two times...
Friday, May 25, 2001
Noema's been bugging me to start a Live Journal or a Blog (hee hee, that's a funny word). Now what do I say?! Hi Nomi!! ;)
I'm in school right now. You know how embarassing it is to be 20 and in high school again?? Yesterday I was brooding about that... feeling stupid. Then I got so mad at myself for labelling myself stupid and came to an interesting realization: people shouldn't be judged by 'smart' or 'dumb' because it's all relative. Just because I can't multiply anything that isn't times 5, does that make me less intelligent as someone who can?
Hmmmm... and what about creative intelligence? I mean, that has to be a mark of genius. If you're able to look at the world around you, digest, process, understand it to the point where you feel confident enough to go ahead and create another version of that world, or better yet, another world ENTIRELY, that's intelligence. Or social intelligence. Knowing when to say what to which person.
Not that there's anything wrong with being academically talented. I was just feeling sorry for myself yesterday because I'm in a class with people who are five years younger than me.