Sunday, October 02, 2005
(9:31 pm PT) - For my feline-inclined people
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cat blinkies
Friday, December 03, 2004
(11:42 am PT) - Wallpaper n' replies
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Mina - http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/2635812/25377 Song (that can barely be seen): Bell Book and Candle Rescue Me. Best I could do because I have no idea who that is or the series.
Kalli - http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/2635868/25377 Least I knew what I was working with here. Don't ask me why I did it that way. When I resized the height to 768, I had empty sides, so... yeah.
Ko-chan: Okay, doing the drink, but only because you have the honey.
Kit: Thanks for the offer (though sometimes I think it's easier to say what I already have than what I want). Well, if you want a current anime wishlist, here's just off the top of my head. (unless marked dvd, assume manga)
Get Backers (dvd) #3
Saiyuki 5
Angel Santuary 1
Pretear 1
Get Backers 6
Please Save My Earth (dvd)
Anything after Fake 6
Ditto Petshop of Horrors 7
Or you can just surprise me with something new so long as it has subtle or overt yaoi or shounen ai content. Sure you don't want anything in return?
Randomly, there's 20 people on my Locuran feed in LJ, and I don't know who all of them could possibly be. I'm being
Sunday, May 30, 2004
(12:21 pm PT) - Searching for inspiration
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So in an effort to somehow prove to myself that whatever flimsy talent I have hasn't died completely, I'm falling back on a tried and true method.
So those with weak constitutions, get scarce, as I present another...
Mo`re Moment
For those who don't know, Mo`re is a character of mine who suffers from a resurrection complex. You can kill him, but he comes back, always. He's grown a bit jaded behind this, and tends to not care about fatal damage, as you'll soon see if you keep reading...
Stew. Gumbo. Hotpot. Whatever you want to call it. It's all basically the same; a pot full of whatever you have on hand that can still taste edible when tossed together in some kind of soup base.
I thought it'd be easy enough. I had plenty of complimentary vegetables, after all. A solid broth base. Perfect use of available spices. I should've been happy.
Yeah, except I did something with the meat.
That reminds me, I need to really check out that rotting smell in the bathroom one of these days.
So great, no meat, and I have guest coming over. Don't look so surprised. I have my sane moments, and I like to socialise on occasion. Not everyone knows about my, how shall I say, less that stomach soothing times.
Yes, that sounds right.
Oh no, don't go daydreaming. Stick to the problem at hand, Xiuh. Think. Nearly finished stew, (gumbo, hotpot, whatever), guest coming in fifteen minutes, but no meat. And no time to run to the store. Besides, even if I could, there's the little matter of seasoning, tenderizing, marinade...
So what am I going to do?
And damn this nervous habit of mine. I'm always chewing on my thumb.
My... thumb...
And fingers. Hmm. Eight fingers, two thumbs... But they're awfully bony.
Screw it, a whole hand, well two if I can time it right.
Where's my cleaver--Ah ha. Hello there, precious.
Being ambidextrous, it doesn't matter which of you goes first. Let's see, eeney meeney miny moe.
Sink sink sink! Don't want to get blood all over the place, now do I?
Regrowth tingles. And itches. Ow. Need lotion when it's done.
Hello, Mr. left. Can you get rid of Mr. Right for me? I have a dinner date. Sink, damnit! Over the sink! Sheesh.
Tingle. Itch. Ow. Lotion.
Okay, that's done, now let's see what I can do with these. Kinda look like weird crustaceans, only without a shell and just five legs.
Boingy boingy.
Hmm, get rid of the nails. Wouldn't want the guests to choke. Skin is fatty, so that goes. Ah, lean meat. Just have to debone the suckers.
Hmm, that's really less than I'd hope. Oh Cleaver-san! Another two hands should do it.
Over the sink, thankyouverymuch!
Running out of time. Grow, darn ya. Have to cut these two before I can toss them in the pot.
Ah, good, have appendages back. Denail. Deskin. Debone. Yeah, that should be enough.
Wonder what kind of seasoning one uses on hands. Let's see. Garlic, definitely. Cut some of that gaminess. Meat tenderizer. And last but not least, bay leaves. Yes, that should work just nicely. Oh, good, it cooks quickly when cut up that small.
And just in time. A quick clean up. Toss the apron. Check self in mirror--ah, good hair day.
Yes, doorbell, I hear you.
Hello, friends! Welcome, come in. That smell? Oh, that's dinner. Yes, it does smell good, doesn't it? I hope you're hungry. It's a specialty of mine. I guarantee you won't find this dish made anywhere else. Sit down, relax. I'll bring it out and you can serve yourselves.
Don't rush me. This pot is hot. I know you brought your appetite, but some things go on their own schedule.
Why thank you. Glad you like it. That would be the bay leaf you taste there. ... oh, that? Special cuts. I have a deal with my butcher. No, I won't tell you. He works only for me.
Nope, sorry. I can't tell you the recipe. Uh-uh. Trust me, you're not getting it.
My dear, you'd literally have to cut my hands off to get it.
I thought it'd be easy enough. I had plenty of complimentary vegetables, after all. A solid broth base. Perfect use of available spices. I should've been happy.
Yeah, except I did something with the meat.
That reminds me, I need to really check out that rotting smell in the bathroom one of these days.
So great, no meat, and I have guest coming over. Don't look so surprised. I have my sane moments, and I like to socialise on occasion. Not everyone knows about my, how shall I say, less that stomach soothing times.
Yes, that sounds right.
Oh no, don't go daydreaming. Stick to the problem at hand, Xiuh. Think. Nearly finished stew, (gumbo, hotpot, whatever), guest coming in fifteen minutes, but no meat. And no time to run to the store. Besides, even if I could, there's the little matter of seasoning, tenderizing, marinade...
So what am I going to do?
And damn this nervous habit of mine. I'm always chewing on my thumb.
My... thumb...
And fingers. Hmm. Eight fingers, two thumbs... But they're awfully bony.
Screw it, a whole hand, well two if I can time it right.
Where's my cleaver--Ah ha. Hello there, precious.
Being ambidextrous, it doesn't matter which of you goes first. Let's see, eeney meeney miny moe.
Sink sink sink! Don't want to get blood all over the place, now do I?
Regrowth tingles. And itches. Ow. Need lotion when it's done.
Hello, Mr. left. Can you get rid of Mr. Right for me? I have a dinner date. Sink, damnit! Over the sink! Sheesh.
Tingle. Itch. Ow. Lotion.
Okay, that's done, now let's see what I can do with these. Kinda look like weird crustaceans, only without a shell and just five legs.
Boingy boingy.
Hmm, get rid of the nails. Wouldn't want the guests to choke. Skin is fatty, so that goes. Ah, lean meat. Just have to debone the suckers.
Hmm, that's really less than I'd hope. Oh Cleaver-san! Another two hands should do it.
Over the sink, thankyouverymuch!
Running out of time. Grow, darn ya. Have to cut these two before I can toss them in the pot.
Ah, good, have appendages back. Denail. Deskin. Debone. Yeah, that should be enough.
Wonder what kind of seasoning one uses on hands. Let's see. Garlic, definitely. Cut some of that gaminess. Meat tenderizer. And last but not least, bay leaves. Yes, that should work just nicely. Oh, good, it cooks quickly when cut up that small.
And just in time. A quick clean up. Toss the apron. Check self in mirror--ah, good hair day.
Yes, doorbell, I hear you.
Hello, friends! Welcome, come in. That smell? Oh, that's dinner. Yes, it does smell good, doesn't it? I hope you're hungry. It's a specialty of mine. I guarantee you won't find this dish made anywhere else. Sit down, relax. I'll bring it out and you can serve yourselves.
Don't rush me. This pot is hot. I know you brought your appetite, but some things go on their own schedule.
Why thank you. Glad you like it. That would be the bay leaf you taste there. ... oh, that? Special cuts. I have a deal with my butcher. No, I won't tell you. He works only for me.
Nope, sorry. I can't tell you the recipe. Uh-uh. Trust me, you're not getting it.
My dear, you'd literally have to cut my hands off to get it.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
(1:41 pm PT) - On this Day in History
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1860 Pony Express mail service begins
1865 Richmond captured
1882 Jesse James shot in the back
1936 Bruno Hauptmann executed
1942 Japanese launch major offensive against Bataan
1948 Truman signs Marshall Plan
1948 Truman signs Foreign Assistance Act
1955 ACLU says it will contest obscenity of HOWL
1972 Nixon orders response to North Vietnamese invasion
1974 Tricky Dick vs. The Tax Man
1990 Singer Sarah Vaughan dies
1996 Unabomber arrested
1996 Ron Brown killed in plane crash
Oh yes, one particular highlight
1978 (I think): Dark Ki born
Happy B-day, dear.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
(10:12 pm PT) - Scripting steals your life...
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Screw elegant, so long as it works.
My brain hurts, I'm seeing mySQL queries running though my head. Gah. But, I'll soon be able to 1: let users register for an account and 2: let them post to an archive via a form. Other minor things I'm sure I'll work out later, but it's going to be much later.
Other than that, I suppose I've been okay--who am I kidding? I'm about as okay as blue fleas. Eh, I keep going.
I'm going to have to play catch up, I haven't even been surfing to my usual spots lately, including blogs. TG for archives.
Still can't deny the sense of accomplishment. And there's one small thing I could do that would make it perfect. But that's for tomorrow.
I could talk about news events, stupid politicians, local events, the substandard humans I have living around me, the usual family exploits...
Not gonna.
Everyone, I offer this: Tomorrow, take anywhere from five to twenty minutes and do something you really enjoy. I don't care if it's reading a book, writing, playing a game, cuddling with significant other, or sex, just do it. (Though if it's good sex, it should take more than twenty minutes. And I refuse to believe there's such a thing as good sex in five minute.) Why? To give yourself a smile when you're through. We neglect ourselves so much, though not in the way some may think. We're so busy trying to achieve material goals that we do lose ourselves in the tidalwave of what society tells us will make us happy.
Screw you, society, I know what will make me happy, and I plan to do it.
Sunday, March 02, 2003
(8:48 pm PT) - Snippet
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(Lies between DMC and DMC2)
