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music: Rise Against - Swing Life Away
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Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?
Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?
Are we getting closer, or we just getting more lost?
I'll show you mine-- if you show me yours first
Let's compare scars, I'll tell you whose is worse
Let's unwrite these pages and replace them, with our own words
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
I've been here so long I think that its time to move
The winter's so cold summer's over too soon
Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow
And I've got some friends some that I hardly know
We've had some times I wouldn't trade for the world
We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go
We live on front porches and swing life away
We get by just fine here on minimum wage
If love is a labor I'll slave 'til the end
I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand
TAKE LIFE AWAY
swing life away
swing life away
swing life away |
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| 04:19pm 25/09/2005 |
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| The reason I never post anymore |
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| 08:52am 20/09/2005 |
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mood:  tired
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is that I'm too busy over here.
http://thebonesplinter.com:16080/phpbb2/index.php
School is ok-- two tests this week, lots of stress, argh. Hardishane is level 60 and ready to do the last leg of the Dreadsteed quest. The guild is doing well. Richard's character is almost to 50. Dan Major joined our server and is playing with us.
You role-playing nerds should take a glance at our forums-- and then buy World of Warcraft, join Earthen Ring server, and get the hell in on all that! |
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| Just for you Exalted nerds. |
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| 01:06pm 23/08/2005 |
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GBJazzMobile: To be fair, no one in that group was fit to raise a kid like Ressom
GBJazzMobile: The group should have kept Ressom away from Shey
Selesa Malyndar: yep.
Selesa Malyndar: thirteen year-olds should not be given the godly power to knock over houses and cut walls in half. it's a bad idea.
Selesa Malyndar: too many hormones as it is.
GBJazzMobile: What was the thought process? "I think it's a good idea to give the impressionable, young solar over to the backstabbing, scheming thief who drinks at 10am!"
Selesa Malyndar: ha ha!
GBJazzMobile: The only thing we can hope for is that Ressom turns out better than that fuck Anakin Skywalker
Selesa Malyndar: HA HA!
Selesa Malyndar: Pretti.... I am your fatherrr!
GBJazzMobile: lol |
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| Really just for the other people on Earthen Ring. |
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| 09:22am 26/07/2005 |
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mood:  impressed
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I looked at this and this this morning, and I don't feel nearly as awesome as I did last night. Pad? Joe? Go make us a website. :'( :'( And a forum. ......NOW!
On a more reassuring note, our Uldaman battle shots are on The Calling's front page, replete with Hesthea's transparent demon ass. |
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| 11:45pm 24/07/2005 |
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mood:  accomplished
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I'm still alive, by the way.
Just checking in. |
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| Computer death! |
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| 02:07pm 01/07/2005 |
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mood: accomplished
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Last sunday, we had a power surge. The speakers popped, the lights brightened, and then the power went out for a second or two. When it came back on, so did the modem, the lights, the fan... but not my computer.
Uh oh.
Got on Ben's computer to talk to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) guitarbluesman for some tech support (hey, he does it professionally, so I felt compelled to run and tell him) and we tried all sorts of measures to convince the hard drive to spin up again and the motherboard to reset, but no dice. At 11:30pm I got on Richard's laptop and IMed gbjazzman with my plea, and after a chatroom with him and Pad, Matt offers to come over the very next morning, at 9am sharp, and do some surgery on Connor. I owe him a good christmas present. He requested payment was lunch, so I took him out to Stir Crazy, but damn, he got screwed on that deal!
He brought scionmattly over as well, so it was nice to see the both of them. After testing a bunch of parts in Ben's tower, we determined that my video card was fine (THANK GOD), my hard drive was fine (SWEET JESUS, THANK YOU), and the casualty list appeared to be... my CD-RW drive, my DVD-ROM drive, and my motherboard. :(
Wahhh.
A trip to CompUSA and $95 later (I know, I know, Newegg, but then I'd be computerless for three or four days, and need Matt up here again.) I had a new motherboard, and we found out that my processor is, in fact, still in working order. Yay! So Connor lives again. My surge protector is going in the fucking bin the second the new one gets here-- the new one coming with a lifetime, $75,000 'attached equipment' warrantee. Grr. I've shopped at Newegg for the rest of the parts, and hopefully they'll be here some time this weekend.
In other news, we're LANing it up from sunday-monday, hopefully with great success. We'll see. |
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| 09:15am 16/06/2005 |
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there once was a man from nantucket.
the rest of the story has been greatly misreported. |
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| Like any of you remember! |
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| 01:41am 11/06/2005 |
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FINALLY found the cable. Her'es a shot of my car's windshield from months ago, after I caught that killer rock. Driving Safety Ninja Jewbei is not happy with his glassy halo, but he will be stoic and bobble on regardless.
( Carnage behind the cut! ) |
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| 12:58pm 10/06/2005 |
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It's too damned hot outside, and our AC is apparently broken. Alas.
I should buy shorts.
Work is fine, life is fine, money is fine, Richard and I are fine. Everything is actually hunky-dory-- and thus I have nothing exciting to say. Being happy has made me boring.
Wednesday was my father's birthday. Ben, Richard, Mary and I went to meet them at Miyako's for a birthday dinner. Ben and I got him gift certificates to Lowe's, Richard got him a gift card to Borders, and Ben and Mary made him a mix CD-- "Old People Music." It got a laugh.
This Saturday, I'm going out to Palazzo di Bocce again with the Hulmes for an early father's day food/bocce fest, and Sunday midafternoon I'm heading home to do the same thing with my own parents.
As a sign off, I am going to recomment the book "Feast of Love" by Charles Baxter. It'll teach you a thing or two, or if it can't, it will at least remind you of a few bits of wisdom you happen to have picked up on already. |
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| 11:38am 31/05/2005 |
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mood:  cheerful music: Blue Man Group - Shadows Part 2
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What the crap, I've been sick for three weeks now? On the upswing.
Yesterday, Richard and I drove up to Ann Arbor to visit with his brother and Tomo. We went out to a sushi place and had katsu don bento boxes for lunch, and then walked around the town. Ann Arbor is a really pretty place. Lots of places were closed, it being memorial day, but we lived. Later on we went to a gaming shop, Underworld, and browsed around-- I picked up collection 1 & 2 of Phil Foglio's Girl Genius and texted Ben about the Aspect Book; Water that I spotted on the shelf. I only brought so much pissing-about money with me, and so I didn't get it for him.
While we were there, a trio of sweaty people came in-- a large black man in the 25-30 range, and a younger, skinny-looking white high school couple.
LBM:"Wanna see something totally sweet?" Breathes heavily.
Skinny HS #1: "uh?"
Skinny HS #2: "yeah, whatever."
LBM: *runs over to comics and starts narrating to himself* "Ok, where is it, c'mon, I just need one book, oh yes oh yes, here it is... ok, it's in here somewhere, this guys GUTS are comin' out... ok ok, where is it?" *heavy breathing*
SHS1: *looks awkward*
SHS2: *looks bored*
LBM: "Ohhhh, here it is, HERE IT IS! Look, and there he ism, and ohhh... his guts are comin out... ohhhhh..... ohhhhh...." *breathes heavily on book while holding it close to his face, upsetting nearby Amanda*
LBM: "Kiriyama is so cool in this book... ohhh, look, look! His friend's all shot up... he's crying... and ohhhhhhh, his guts, ohhhh!"
Nearby Amanda: *starts casting murderous glances*
SHS1: *makes a face at the book*
SHS2: *SIGHS*
LBM: *still talking* "And ohhh... he .. with duct tape! Ohhh, his guts are just... ohhh."
NA: *fantasizes about slapping the book out of icky man's hand and cussing him out for being such a goddamned grade-school fool, then fantasizes about the sweaty drool probably in said book which would eat her hand away to a stump*
SHS2: *sighs and pulls SHS1 away*
LBM: *breathes heavily*
No matter where I was in the store, I could hear the clearly-impressed "Ohhhh!"s from this icky person. He was reading an issue of Battle Royale, by the way. Some stereotypes should not be reinforced.
Later on, we went to the arcade downstairs. The skinny boy and the LBM were playing DDR. They were covered in sweat, and yes, they were very good at it.
That unnerving encounter aside, we had a good run around Ann Arbor. We got ice cream later, then finally walked back to the car and went to Dan's apartment. We got home around 7pm, dropped off the Jeep the Hulmes so kindly lent us for the trip (with a full tank of gas!), came home, and went splat. Tired! Long day. |
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| 09:57am 24/05/2005 |
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i didn't sleep at all, and when morning came I was a big gooey self-pitying mess, and all of my muscles hurt. Richard went to rub my back in what I'm sure was an affectionate way, but it hurt so I went "*mumble* no! s'hurts"
So he sighed and got up and decided he would go in early instead of me, for which I feel horrible about. I know he was looking forward to getting to sleep in for once, and I know I kept him up anyway with all my coughing. he said as much. I apologized a lot and asked him to lay back down, but he brushed me off, got ready, and almost left without a kiss. he's not happy with me.
sob.
so I tried to go back to sleep but I kept coughing and they're mowing the lawn outside, so I crawled out of bed and put my bathrobe on. It has a big spot of dried blood on the hem. I don't know where it came from, but I'm pretty upset, because it's long dried and hard and most likely will never come out of the fabric. i'll ask mom if she will make me a new one. |
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| 01:43pm 23/05/2005 |
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mood:  nerdy music: VAST - A Better Place
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Also, since my priest is level 57 and hitting level 60 and then not getting exp anymore and then having to do all those endgame dungeons and failed raids and bastards who roll on BoP and other things and OH GOD NO I DON'T WANT TO DO IT scares me, I moved to the Horde side and made an undead warlock.
And, it's a whole lot of fun, actually.
And then a whole bunch of other people fro mthe guild did it too.
So, our powerful Alliance guild went suddenly silent, and on the Horde side we set up a mirror guild, with the same officers and so forth. That's pretty funny. I'm level 18. |
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| WEEKEND!!111 |
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| 11:49am 23/05/2005 |
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I had a weekend.
Friday, Richard and I got called in a little early (9:30) to work, because one of the teachers called in sick. It was a LONG day. I worked in the little kids room again, and one of the kids, 'splat', would NOT lseep at the two hour nap. Nor would he shut up. He just babbled and babbled, loudly, for the whole two hour nap, keeping everyone else awake and resulting in some very cranky children. Dammit, kid. Fortunately it was a birthday, so after we got them up they all had some cake to keep up their good spirits.
Richard and I dragged ourselves home at 6:30. Oy. It was just a tiring day, it normally isn't so bad. On Saturday we got up and went shopping for his father's birthday, which was actrually on friday but was being celebrated on saturday. He got him a pasta-maker, and I got him Tuscan cookbook. It was one of the most pretentious cookbooks I've ever seen, mind, at $40-odd dollars and filled with more exposition than with food, but hey, I guess you need something to read while you're cooking. The author was Lori di Mori, which sounds made up.
Then we went over to the Hulmes and carpooled over to Palazza di Bocce, which is a strange and beautiful building I've passed many times. It's a combination high-class italian restaurant and bocce ball place. (And because I didn't have any idea what that was before I played it, here are the rules of Bocce for you.) I turned out to be pretty damn good at it, and Richard Sr. kept calling me "a snake in the grass." They kept bothering us about drinks or appetizers or whatnot while we played, which got irritating. Dammit, we are playing over here, we don't want a ten-course!
After two games we were out of time on the lane, and we got a table. I had some kind of noodle thing with fried eggplant on top of it. I've never had eggplant before, and it was ok. What I was more excited about, though, is the bread they brought to us-- it was the exact same look and taste as the bread I'd had every single meal, every single day, throughout my entire stay in Italy. And yes, it was just as tasty on saturday as it was then. Afterwards it was back to the Hulmes to groan and hold our stomachs and to enjoy their new lawn furniture on their deck. I always wanted a deck like theirs, though I didn't realize they had the deck I always wanted until they put all the furniture on it. Couch, coffee table, two recliners and two ottomans, all something woven and plastic coated so that it looks nice but won't fall apart under the pressure of the weather, with cushions you bring in at night. We had tea with sugar and milk, chatted until we'd digested a little more, and then Richard and I said our goodbyes and ambled on home.
Sunday, I played WoW until 1pm, and then roped Ben into helping me clean the living room up in preparation for paramonium coming to visit. (squee!) We actually got it almost all the way clean before he showed up at the door, at which point thereafter we enjoyed the bagel chips he'd brought, and... played WoW. He sat on my bed with his laptop, I sat at Connor, and we played our youngish Horde characters all day. Mary made a beautiful dinner, we ate that, played some more, and then went over to Cold Stone Creamery (a place I'd heard much of, but never been to) for some of their hand-mixed ice cream. It was pretty tasty.
And then more WoW. I worried that he'd be bored, but no, he told me he'd more or less come over with this in mind, so all was well. We had a good time, I saw him to the door at midnightish, and went to bed not long after.
And now I'm up and feeling a little bit sick and gross again. I'm going to read my webcomics and whine. |
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| 11:38am 16/05/2005 |
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mood:  blah music: NightWish - The Riddler
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My weekend was spent coughing, blowing my nose, and staggering into things. This is unlike other weekends only in the first two statements-- I generally stagger even when well.
Still sick today, but gonna take something for it and go into work anyway. If the kids can come in oozing, why not me? Besides, I probably got it from them. :(
Also, yesterday on WoW I bought the most expensive banana in history in the pursuit of transferring money to the Horde side for one of Richard's characters. And I know I've been playing on a RP server too long, because I actually felt -bad- about my gold going to the 'enemy'. O.o Goodness.
If you're wondering about the fate of this banana, then I will be forced-- yes, you press my hand -- to tell you that I immediately ate it and benefited from twelve health regenerated per second for the following twenty-one. No, that isn't very much.
I'm sorry for wasting everyone's time. I really didn't do anything worth talking about, but I talked about it anyway. Score. |
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| 01:50pm 13/05/2005 |
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it's firday de firteenth. hurf hurf.
Someone google and enlighten me as to -why- exactly this is unlucky? I'm sure I was told once, but I just don't remember. |
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| 01:48pm 12/05/2005 |
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Signed up for my classes for the fall. Taking Bio, Statistics (for Psych), Intro to Social Psych (forgot to take it earlier, it's a beginner class. XD), and Logic. All my classes are morning-to-early-afternoon-- I have bio with Richard at 9:20! Guess I'll be sleeping at reasonable hours again, this year... I'll retake my American Lit credit in the winter; I couldn't find a class time that didn't overlap either of my Psych classes this semester, and those really could not be moved around. |
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| 01:33pm 10/05/2005 |
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Went out and bought two pairs of linen pants from Old Navy, one brown, one khaki. They are super comfy.
Go me. I bought clothes. YES, that is update worthy. |
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