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April 1st, 2009

I was too tired to think up anything to do for April Fool's.

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...which, I suppose, is a good thing. There seems to be a lot of hate directed toward April Fool's these days. At least on my flist.

The bug guy sprayed the hell out of our house, but a year and a half of the Recurring Bedbug Nightmare has made my parents even more neurotic than me. Along with washing everything in hot water (I hope my blankets get done soon, or I am going to be one cold moogle), Mom has gotten me new bedding, which is nice, and informed me that I have to bag up all my yarn and store it in the garage indefinitely, which sucks. My plans for an Etsy store are officially on hold, and (lj)ravynfyre's Magnus plushies are going to experience a Significant Delay. Mom says she's willing to buy me more yarn, but that's still a lot of projects - plans - hopes going Away for me. I'm kind of really bummed out by this.

She was very apologetic and told me over and over that I wasn't being punished, which of course only made me had to work harder not to start crying in front of her. Though the fact that I've been forgetting to take my meds probably accounts for some of that. Sleeping in the basement messes with my routine.

And just to add icing on the cake, oh my god, they're making the Anita Blake books into a TV series. I don't usually bitch about this, but Anita Blake broke my heart years ago and it's never quite healed. I dread to think what a bunch of executives will do to it. They're apparently aiming for a core audience of men 18-34, which is never a good sign, because most TV execs seem to think that 18-34-year-old men are a bunch of vacuous, self-absorbed fatheads.* About the only people they have a lower opinion of are women 18-34.

*Whether or not this is accurate is probably beside the point.

March 31st, 2009

"Fire the cannon!" "You're fired!"

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Well, the exterminators are coming tomorrow. Mom says they're using a brand new kind of bug-killing Stuff, which I was glad to hear. 'Cause really, if all this doesn't work, the next step up is Orbital Nuclear Strike.

In other news, [info]springkink is accepting prompts! Wheeee! :DDD *hauls out Itty Bitty Notebook and starts typing up the fifty-odd prompts I've been stockpiling* *wicked grin*

Also, I've managed to freak out my mom (surprisingly more difficult than it sounds). I sent her a link to Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, which I personally think sounds amazing, but, well, Mom's an English major. She wrote back:

Now they've gone too far. NOBODY messes with my Jane Austen. Heads will roll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fifteen, count 'em, fifteen exclamation points. Isn't five considered a sign of mental instability on the Internet? ...or is it a moot point?

February 28th, 2009

Lots of cat dishes, no gin.

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One of Mom and Dad's old friends has come over for dinner and presumably a round of cow racing on the Wii. I'm currently hiding out in the basement trying to be forgotten about. I'm sure she's perfectly nice, but I don't fancy sitting around smiling uncomfortably while the grownups talk around me all evening. Call me crazy.

There's a job fair in Crystal City (45 minutes away) next Monday that I'm determined to go to. Well, they do say it's better to hand out your resume in person... Admittedly, the only reason I feel anywhere near comfortable going is that I've been to that city (possibly to the same hotel) for Katsucon one year. Ah, memories. ...Now I'm trying to decide whether I should go home after work and change clothes first, or just change in the bathroom in the kennel. If I go home, I'll be able to take a sink bath and make myself a sammich, but on the other hand, if I go home I'll inevitably find an excuse to dawdle. The job fair's only 'til 3, you know. ;P

The dogs were sooooo sweet today, omg. Kisses and waggy tails all over the place, and they were very polite on the leash for me. ^_^

February 15th, 2009

Though I'm going to be scared of buttons for a while.

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Mom took me Out today, apparently partly because I've been morose. Which - well, yeah. -_- Anyway, it was nice - got our hair cut and went to see Coraline. I enjoyed the movie quite a bit; Mom fell asleep during the second half. XD But she says she enjoyed what she saw of it, so that's all right. ...She asked me at one point if I wanted an Other Mother too. I told her I had enough trouble with the one I already had. She laughed.

Anyway, look! More Five Questions! These are from a [info]deepbluesquee.

Y'all know the drill. )

In other news, for those who are still on LJ, Springkink is doing a anonymous kink meme. It's only on until 11:59 tomorrow night, so go! Prompt! Write! And see if you can spot the ones I contributed. ;P

...I better go write some [info]ffvii_100 drabbles. *scurries*

January 27th, 2009

...Holy crap, an actual snow day.

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Only a couple inches before it turned into hail/sleet/freezing rain/assorted Yuck, but all morning we got Real Fluffy Snow and it was really pretty. ...A little precarious when I was out walking the dogs, though - it's hard to keep from slipping when one of the big dogs smells something Interesting and goes *yank!* XD Anyway, I guess the roads were bad enough that the hospital closed down early. And one of the clients had given us a Bertucci's gift card, so we got to have a pizza party before we went home. Dude, I totally got paid to sit around and eat fried mozzarella. I love my job. ^_^

...And then I came home around two and went straight to bed. I kept waking up last night and I was soooo tired. *floppymoogle*

What else... let's see. Well, I tried to pay my student loan online, but couldn't because - funny story - they have my birthdate completely wrong in their database out in Colorado somewhere, and you need that to log into your account, so I called them up for Halp and the lady on the other end said "just send us a certified copy of your birth certificate and we'll fix that right up for you! :D" so I go to my mom and I say "hey, mom, the Loan People need a certified copy of my birth certificate and this is why," and Mom goes "okay, I'll take care of it." *deeeeep breath* And I asked her about it today and she's like, "oh, I forgot, and then when I remembered I didn't do it because I thought 'what do they need her birth certificate for anyway?' " and I'm like, "Mom, I'm home all the time, you could have asked me."

*pant pant*

So, I'm gonna have to send them a check tomorrow or Thursday, I guess. And get on Mom's butt a little about getting my records fixed.

On the up side, I sent in my application for the Vanna's Choice crochet contest. I just hope they appreciate the beauty of my corset and ignore the ugly dumpling wearing it.

January 12th, 2009

I'm a second cousin!

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My cousin had a baby! Well, my cousin's wife, heh. Anyway, it's a boy, seven pounds and fifteen ounces, and his name is (no shit) Jaxon.

Speaking of odd names, the wingthing got on a naming website and picked out a name for herself. She's now Pari, which apparently is Persian and means 'fairy eagle.' (Note that this is not her birth name.)

Also, two things that are awesome: Cracked.com's Why Megatron Should Have Fired Starscream Years Ago, and Advent Children Ghostbusters. I lol'd.

November 29th, 2008

*whew.*

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I just posted my last [info]kinkfest prompt, after banging it out in the space of about an hour and a half. Which I've been doing far too often this round. *headdesk* Even when I was busy with school, I used to have my prompts written out well in advance. This month, writing was like pulling teeth and I usually wound up having to come up with something either the night before or the day of. I really think my quality suffered.

Maybe I need a break. It's not as though I don't have a metric ton of crocheting to do, after all. *zoom zoom yarn becomes blanket, alakazam!*

Thanksgiving was actually very nice. I baked the pumpkin pie (and it turned out amazing, thankyouverymuch!), Mom made gravy from scratch, and Dad did pretty much everything else. He'd wound up getting a twenty-five pound turkey because that's all he could find. It barely even fit in the oven. So, uh... anyone wanna come over for turkey sammiches? XD It's really good turkey, too - usually I could take it or leave it, but Dad did a really good job. I suppose that's a good thing if you're going to have leftovers anyway.

EDIT: Oh god, lol. Dad put up the Peanuts characters today (see this post) and has a spotlight shining on Sally so it casts the shadow of her head right on the front window. I... never realized how much her head looked like the Bat signal before. XDDD This calls for a crossover, you know. "Good grief, we need a hero!" "I've got an idea. Sally, hold still." "What are you doing, you blockhead!?"

.......oh god, my brain.

October 25th, 2008

*pfffwwwwssshhhh - random battle!*

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Win #1 - I finished the baby blanket I was making for my cousin's sproglet-to-be. And it is all soft and warm and cute!

Win #2 - I went on eBay and found a kickass Christmas present for my dad. Which doesn't sound all that impressive until you know how extraordinarily hard my Dad is to buy for.

Win #3 - I have Dad's sugar cookies. Well, had. *omnomnom*

...Dadadada, da da dadadada! :D

October 4th, 2008

I can has official Fluffiroth icon?

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I can! I can has! :D (I have several Dissidia icons now, actually - it is the shiny. Thanks, Jou!)

Today I made an effort to be Not A Complete Cave-Dwelling Ogre as my parents and I went to Sant Ocean Hall at the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History. It was cool and educational and all, but overall I think I would've preferred the aquarium since there weren't any real life animals there. Though the 3D Imax thing was pretty cool, and Mom's reactions were entertaining (her brain doesn't process that it's just an illusion and things aren't really jumping out at you, I suppose ^_^;;). Also, it was narrated by Johnny Depp. So, ahem. Yes. ^_^ I have it in mind to go back to DC on my own sometime soon and take pictures. Since we're in the nice part of fall and all that.

...oh god, my first [info]areyougame prompt is due day after tomorrow and it's not even closed to finished. Flail!

August 10th, 2008

The Chronicles of Moogle's Long Trip, part whatever-I'm-on.

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Huzzah for Dad's laptop and hotel wireless! This may be the last time I can get on the Innernets until, oh, Thursday at the latest, so this is me making the most of it. (It seems to be a bit unreliable though. I'm on Meebo but it keeps fillipping on me.)

Saturday was pretty uneventful (except for the whole thing with Prime, Motormaster, and flowers, of course) until around nine-thirtyish when we decided to finally stop for the night. It's dark, we're tired, we're in the mountains near West Virginia somewhere so we're pretty much in the middle of nowhere (but at least it's a prettier nowhere than Illinois), and wouldn't you know it, the Hyatt's full. As a matter of fact, every hotel in the area's full. And so is every hotel at the next exit up for that matter. We know this because Dad called every single one of those suckers. We were just resigning ourself to the idea of having to drive two more hours just to find a place to sleep when the girl at the desk said, "The EconoLodge up the road has a couple rooms left."

"Scamperfoom," says we.

We managed to get there in time to get one of their last rooms: a Jacuzzi room, which sounds great until you realize that there was only one bed for the three of us. I was ready to sleep in the Jacuzzi until Dad remembered that there was an aero-bed in the van. Huzzah! :D

So that was yesterday. Today I learned that a) while Dad drives quite fast, Mom, er, does not; b) no matter how much you like to drive, seven hours of it is gr-u-e-ling, and c) West Virginia is really, really pretty. Not close enough to the ocean for my taste, but pretty. Of course, all that green started getting a little blurry about hour four. x_x It was all I could do to keep both Mom and Dad in sight, especially when traffic got busy. But anyway, we're in Virginia now. I haven't seen the house yet (the final ceremonial sacrifice of a chicken is tomorrow), so we're staying in a hotel suite in which (this is important) I get my own room. Yaaaaaay!

Also, TF07 was on TV tonight, so now my mind is filled with shiny robots. ^_____^ *skibble sketch drabble plaaaaaay* *.....flop* homigod so tired.

But! Tomorrow I get to see our new house! And meet the fishes! And pick my room! There's a blue one and a yellow one, and whichever one I don't sleep in will be my playroom, Mom says. That's not even counting the basement with the big projector screen. ^_^ I'll probably set up my PS2 down there. Mmm, FF12 on that huge screen, prettypretty... *_*

EDIT: Somebody remind me later when I get Interwebs at home that I have a major edit to make on my Fluffirothfic. I got hit in the face with a mental image earlier but it doesn't work if he still has Mako eyes.

August 7th, 2008

Update.

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The good news is, [info]ravynfyre and I had an awesome time yesterday, and I am now fifty bucks poorer but seven toys, a pile of comics and a lot of hugs richer. ^_____^ Ravyn is awesome. *squeebounce*

The bad news is, I have to babysit my ten-year-old cousin tomorrow. She's, shall we say, a talker. Not a bad kid and of course I love her to pieces, but I've never had to spend long hours in enclosed spaces with her before. My feelings may change. -_-

(Mom says she will owe me a present. I am disinclined to argue.)

The best news is, day after tomorrow we leave for Virginia! Yaaaaaaaaay! :DDDD My life is finally starting...

July 31st, 2008

Yesterday I met my hero.

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Her name is Irene, and she lives in the group home with my grandma. She's sarcastic, bitchy, loves cake and has a closet full of shoes. She and Grandma and Mom and I sat and talked in her apartment for a while, and she welcomed me, teased at me and gave me a hug when we had to leave.

Irene also has cancer. It will kill her in about a year.

Grandma told us that when Irene was diagnosed, she had a choice: she could have foregone treatment and let herself die within a couple of months. She's holding on for the sake of her family and the people who love her, even though she suffers for it. And she may be one of the kindest and sharpest and funniest people I've ever met.

I can only hope to be that badass when I grow up.

(In other news, still not dead. Am crocheting and playing Phoenix Wright. Also, I love my grampy dearly, but if I have to sit and watch another Old Movie I am afraid I will scream.)

July 17th, 2008

Sarcasm is more than an obsession. It's a way of life.

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So, Dad's retirement ceremony is coming up, which yours truly will be obliged to attend. Of course I don't mind showing my support and all, but the spotlight on Dad will naturally extend to his family by extension. Which means near-perfect strangers will find it necessary to accost me with... The Questions.

They're all the same, too. In high school it was "What college are you going to?" In college: "What major are you in? Oh, history? Are you going to be a teacher?" And later: "Oh, graphic design? Is that one of those new-fangled Internets majors?" And I can predict what The Question will be this time, too. "Oh, you've graduated! What are you going to do now?"

Impress us, o moogle, tell us you are worthy to carry the blood of our honored clan.

I'm sure "I just graduated from OIP&T, I don't have a job lined up yet" will satisfy the minimum requirements for most people, but frankly I get tired of saying the same thing ten times to ten different well-meaning strangers. So I've been coming up with lines to deflect said line of interrogation that will hopefully not get me dismissed as a surly teenager. Here's what I've come up with so far:

"I'm going to be a unicorn."
"I thought I'd take a year off and go to Mars. I hear they need women."
"I'm going to be a bitter, disgruntled Wal-mart employee."
"I'm going to go crab fishing on the Bering Sea."
"I've gotten an offer as a superhero's wisecracking sidekick."
"I've been training for the Olympics. Cheesecake-eating event, here I come!"
"I'm crocheting an Optimus Prime. To scale."
"I'm going to be a ninja."
"I think I'd like to be an alpaca rancher."
"I'm going to visit my long-lost twin brother, get into a car accident, get amnesia, and wind up having the King of Spain's love child."
"I'm moving to Narnia."


Obviously this kind of goes against the whole improv thing, but I find a safety net helps me feel more confident and secure about opening my mouth and saying something silly.

So. Any more suggestions, loves? :D

July 14th, 2008

So. Yes. Update.

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Well, my graduation ceremony went off without a hitch on Friday - well, as non-hitchy as could be expected. It ran a bit long, and the guest speaker they had was some former coach from not-even-our-school-for-heaven's-sake, and he seemed to have forgotten that we were not a) his grandkids or b) football players. It was either screaming in our faces or "When I was your age blah blah poverty blah blah mastodon for breakfast." Oh, and he did a magic trick with a newspaper. I passed the time by contemplating Rodimus/Starscream ghost porn.

But in the end, it was worth it to walk across the stage. And dance off it. (I told you I would.) And toss my hat up in the air. ^_______^

And now? Now, ladies and gentlemechs, I am taking a nice long well-earned rest. My therapist told me today that I look much more relaxed, and yes, lifting that weight from one's shoulders will do that to a person. I spent a little of my graduation money today, and squeed over presents, and now there's just an Extended Family visit to get through before we officially move. Once I'm settled there I'll start looking for Jobs.

Speaking of Family, the day after I graduated, my grandmother (the one in Poor Health) fell and broke her ankle. Like, through-the-skin break. She was going to come down for Dad's retirement ceremony, but now it's a toss-up whether she'll be out of the hospital by the time we come up to see her in a couple of weeks. So, there's that going on.

Also, I just beat Magical Starsign, which is really good for me considering I only bought it a couple months ago. I would recommend it to anyone who's a fan of quirky RPGs. *checks off list* One down, seven million and three to go.

July 9th, 2008

The things I spawn. (Still Epona's fault if you trace it back.)

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For those who've missed it so far, (lj)childofatlantis and I are doing an impromptu round robin. The Life and Times of Ghost!Starscream on Autobot-Controlled Cybertron: Full of co-existing pet ships, angst, tantrums and lulz. ^_^

In other news, Mom and I went shopping today. Mom spoiled me shamelessly due to Impending Graduatedness, but she's not going to let me have the books I picked out 'til after the ceremony. I'll pretend to be surprised. ;)

*sighs contentedly* Life, she doesn't suck.

July 5th, 2008

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So, room-cleaning with Mom was more painless than I'd dared to hope. She gave me some guidance and let me go, and we got a lot of work done while watching an all-day Deadliest Catch marathon. My bookshelf hasn't looked so organized literally since we moved in. :O (And it took her all of half an hour too, which is amazing considering the state it was in before. I swear that woman is a machine.) And she stayed out of my drawers, so the fact that I have a sexuality remains mercifully un-remarked-upon. ;) Anyway, I've pulled out most of the stuff I want to keep with me when we car-trip to Illinois and then head out to Virginia. There's not all that much - between books, my DS and my yarn what else do I need? ;) I also may go ahead and get a paid account on LJ sometime before we get on the road. My Internet access will be sporadic for a couple of weeks and I would hate to deprive you all of my brilliant musings for that long. ;)

Also, another character has set up shop in my head: a wolf who, due to the magic equivalent of heavy pollution, sometimes can be shaped like a human. I think this'll be my next story after The Rose Bearer is done. *sighs* I'm never going to get out all the stories in my head before I die at this rate. Currently I'm making a pouch for my tarot cards to replace the one it came with (fell apart quite spectacularly). When I'm done (and get new batteries for my camera) I'll post pictures, as well as the pouch I did for my DS. (It's felted and I'm very proud of it. ^_^)

In the meantime: this travesty is all [info]lookingforsigns's and (lj)vani_nessa's fault.

June 25th, 2008

That Which Is

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Today in therapy my psychologist took me through some simple meditation.

I'd done stuff like it before, during Renfest rehearsals specifically, but it was mostly visualization techniques and anyway that's a place I don't want to go back to right now. This was very basic: focusing on the breath. It's... surprisingly difficult. It doesn't feel natural to me to focus on how I'm breathing, because I keep wanting to try to breathe deeper, slower, more in the belly, and trying to force your breath to do that kind of hurts after a while. My psychologist said that's normal, and that I'd get better with practice, which was encouraging.

While doing this, I also started noticing how tense my body was in places. My legs, then my arms where I had my elbows on the armrests - like I was straining to hold myself up even though the chair had a back. I managed to relax them with some effort - not, I admit, the point of the exercise, but it felt like the thing to do - and toward the end of the meditation, I actually felt something. Like om. That's the best I can explain it. I know it sounds weird, but I wasn't even looking for it, it just came to me.

...This is going to be an interesting journey.

In other news, my parents have officially bought a house. It's in northern Virginia, I don't remember exactly where, but it's close enough to Washington to make little difference. (I would've preferred Maryland, given my druthers, but it's their house.) I've seen pictures of it. It's very nice, quite huge (vacuuming is going to be a pain in the butt), and the backyard has an honest-to-goodness koi pond. With actual koi in it. :O

There's also two guests rooms which Mom is making noises about putting me in, and a finished basement with a projector screen. It all sounds lovely, but... I dunno how much I'm going to enjoy it. I'll be too focused on finally moving out of my parents.

Lastly, a memething from (lj)lighttomoyo:

I'm afraid of 19 out of 72 common fears. )

May 15th, 2008

Bwahahahaha. XD

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So there's this guy at the old folks' home where my grandma lives, whom I shall call Ernie. Ernie doesn't have a lot of friends, but he's made good friends with Grandma, in part because he raves about her cooking to no end. When Grandma makes something she knows he likes, she makes some extra and brings it to him. So it's a nice little friendly arrangement they have going: Ernie gets fed, Grandma gets flattered, it's all good.

Mom told me today that Ernie found it necessary to have a serious talk with Grandma recently. "Mooglegrandma," he said, "my girlfriend has been getting phone calls recently that I've been cheating on her with you. We both know that's not true, but would you like to have my girlfriend's phone number so that you can talk to her as well?" "Why yes, that would be lovely," said Grandma (or something to that effect).

Guys, my grandma is in the middle of a sex scandal at the old folks' home. Have I mentioned how very much I want to be just like her when I get old? ^_^

And also, more from "Raph Has a Student"-verse, because [info]jennielf asked and I got another scenesquirrel. ;)

Student actually gets a speaking part here, but is still unnamed. )

April 22nd, 2008

Kind of a bizarre day.

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First, Mom and Grandma locked themselves out of the house at around 9:30 this morning and had to wake me up via cell phone and many, many doorbell-ringings so I could let them back in. That last, sweetest half-hour of sleep was denied me! ;_;

Second, Photoshop decided to freak out while I was working on one of my many, many projects. When I re-opened the file, it had corrupted pixels! ...Yes, there was much panicking and re-opening and re-closing and flailing, as I had done way too much already on this picture to lose it now to the whims of the technology gods. And my advisor was on break and Not To Be Found. ...finally, I guess I opened and closed it enough times that the pixels sorted themselves out, and I saved that sucker absolutely everywhere. ...My poor heart can't take much more of this. -_-

Third, I talked to my Other Prof and she said that my packaging project was in fact fabulous and portfolio quality, but that I might want to change the text so that it is not in fact packaging for a sex toy. Now I just need to think of something that could conceivably be made by a company called "Moongarden" and have a picture of Venus de Milo on the front. (And no, I don't think feminine hygiene products would exactly solve the basic underlying problem here.)

Fourth, I totally kicked ass playing Mom and Grandma at Phase 10. It's all about the strategy, yo. ^_^

Fifth, I finished LilMegatron's body and tail today. It kinda looks like a fat purple sperm.

Sixth, I have a sneaking suspicion that Ratchet is going to be on the rag.

April 21st, 2008

Can't wait to friggin' move.

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Bowing to the inevitable [info]poptartodoom's request, I crocheted a bomb over the weekend. (Pictures after Botcon, as I really just want shots of Wheeljack holding the bomb.) Last night I dreamed that said crocheted bomb got me arrested when I tried to bring it back onto the base.

"But it's made of yarn, you idiots," I kept explaining. It didn't make much difference.

In other news, I totally fell asleep in the bathroom half an hour ago. Definitely taking a nap after class. -_- Hopefully I'll be energetic enough afterwards for a game of cards. Grandma's staying with us this week, and if you're not at the top of your game she will eat you alive.
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