Saturday, July 21, 2001

Guh. Okay, normally, I can ignore strange names in fic, 'cause I have some pretty weird ones myself. Hell, I'll accept Gateau Mocha, Tira and Chocolate Misu, and a Princess Salsa.

But. (You saw that coming, right?) But I cannot _abide_ names like 'Billy' for grown men. Or even not-quite-grown guys. *Twitch* I don't know why I can't, I just...can't. He's _not_ 'Billy' Baldwin, he's -William-. There are fifteen diminuitves for 'William', including 'Will', 'Willy' (which, if misused, can be just as bad as Billy), and 'Hey You'. 'Billy' is an eight-year-old that likes throwing dirt and threatening girls with worms. If the guy is acting that way, then _maaaaaaaybe_ calling him 'Billy' works. If not... Ugh.

And I'm not even going to start on the name 'Wanda'. She's part of the reason that I hate the Spawn franchise.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:02 PM |

Okay, being the Official Mac Geek (Token Mac Geek?) of my social circle, I know very little about WinTel boxes.

So, how in _blazes_ do you increase the memory allotted to specific programs? Like, say, RealPlayer 8? Failing that, a replacement for RP8 that plays .rm feeds? My dad's computer is being cranky, telling us that RP8 hasn't enough memory. There are no other programs running, we defragged the hard drive, and he's running Win98 on a Celeron 450 with 64 Mb in RAM.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 5:16 PM |

And so I can test it from somewhere else... What I believe is the .rm feed from KLTY.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 5:21 PM |

Never mind about the RA mess, I got it straightened out... Though I -wouldn't- mind having that information, it's no longer necessary to my continued well-being.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:18 PM |

*Snerk* 'pampness' for 'dampness' is one of my newest 'entertaining typo award' winners.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:53 PM |

Okay, I officially no longer enjoy the company of Mimi DuBois.

There is kitty...er...-stuff- on the keyboard, my glasses case, -and- my current notebook! Gickickyuck... And -damnit-.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:11 PM |

On the other hand, the scent of Wet Ones Kids antibacterial wipes seems to have transmuted from a cloying grape to a rather pleasant apple. Either that or they alternate...
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:15 PM |

I'm thinking about cutting my hair again. *Blink* *Ponder*
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:08 PM |

Friday, July 20, 2001

And after a huge fight with various pieces of recalcitrant equipment including but not limited to my brain and Pyra's server(s)... I Have Reached A Decision.

Stone Angels it is.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:14 PM |

I like this for an odd reason... The picture reminds me of Carl Sandburg's 'Chicago'.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:16 PM |

And the mystery of the changing font size is solved.

("Sol-ved?" "Yes, sol-ved." *Ahem*) In certain browsers, normal-size fonts are rendered smaller than (weirdly enough) fonts specified as -1 or -2. *Shrug* I have no idea why this happens, but I remember seeing it in some chat room I was in. I'm gonna check this in NS tomorrow afternoon, so for now, it'll be a little wonky. At least it'll be wonky on -my- screen...
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:22 PM |

Pictures of people you don't know. Okay, that you -probably- don't know.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:52 PM |

I'm doing absolutely nothing useful and the cat is being damned annoying by sticking her butt in my face, so I'm gonna go watch a movie and try to write smut.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:12 PM |

Thursday, July 19, 2001

Funky poaching! -That's- the rest of the line from Momento Mori. *Blinkblink* Okay, so I caught about three minutes of Scully in hospital from that episode last Saturday, and I was trying _desperately_ to remember the last half of Mulder's 'Pick out something black and sexy...' line.

The post brought to you by the society of people that remember when it's no longer important.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:16 AM |

*Blinkle* I ain't gonna say a -thing-, except that out of context, it looks dirtier than it is. "My fist fan fic!"
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:21 AM |

I'm loving Big O. I particularly adore Roger's hair first thing in the morning. Dorothy rocks. I will stop writing like this, now.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:24 AM |

*Blinkblink* Um. Roger Smith meets former Styx frontman Dennis DeYoung. ...the -hell?-
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:27 AM |

I'm going to bed now. I think. Maybe I'll go write Maus/Silver smut... Heh.

Y'know, it's not like Silver's that much older than Maus. The guy's -maaaaaaybe- 22, on the absolute outside. He just -tries- to get you to believe that he's, like, 35. Which makes me feel really weird writing him doing debauched things with sweet little 16-y/o Mausie-kun who also happens to be a prostitute...

And no, never -once- had I -seriously- considered that a career for him. I did in passing, because the whole -point- to Maus-as-Character was that he -lives- (and loves) to serve; he's a willing slave. It stems from seeing waaaaaay too many of the sniveling-and-miserable-slave archetypes in RP rooms. I just wanted something -different-, and as with my horribly clumsy, orange-eyed black-haired claymoore-weilding elf that hates nature (and whose name escapes me at the moment, I -know- it involved 'Drizzt Do'Urden' backwards, somehow), I made him the complete opposite of every stereotype I knew of.

I miss my clumsy elf. *Whimper* He, uh... Saw trolls in Silvermoon, near the Default Clearing. He tried to get to Half-Tooth (I think) to tell her about them, but he kept falling down in the snow... What -was- his name? It wasn't Willow Thornblossom, or Cricket Peppercorn (which reminds me that I shooooould transcribe that silly little Cricket/Willow piece I wrote for English...), or Marune Koibito, though Marune's a cranky SOB, too. *Misses him and Rosa fiercely* *Knocks off the nostalgia before she starts crying* *Is a big sap* *Sees the Bright Shiny of a new thought and wonders... Were those all the elves she had?*

Bed. Right. Going...
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:51 AM |

Where in blazes did I put that huge character list of mine? I need a better filing system. *Shushes and really goes away*
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:53 AM |

*Honest*
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:53 AM |

Nedru! Nedru T'zzard or T'zzird or -something- like that! I knew I'd remember. Anyhow, I still miss Neddy.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:55 AM |

It's my music, my notebooks, and my fiction that I worry about most when I have to leave anything in my car for a while. Once upon a time, I let my brother borrow my car. When I got it back, I went out to get my bag from the back seat. It wasn't there. All I had left was a full notebook and some papers. I nearly got arrested for going to a restaurant that my brother and his friends had been to and rooting around in the dumpster, praying my stuff would be there.

Turned out that in the dark, my brother's friend Leif grabbed my bag by mistake. Our bags were -exactly- alike, save that mine was blue and green and his was black and red. In the dark, who could tell? Mine, top unzipped, had fallen off the seat onto the floor, and a few things had fallen out. Leif brought me my stuff, safe and sound, on Monday.

I didn't - and wouldn't - care about the bag itself. If you need a bag that badly; if you have to have -my- crappy car or the CD player (which I love, but can actually live without), you can have it. I don't care. Yes, not having a car is highly inconvenient, but my car is not the light of my life. My music is. My writing is. My writing even moreso than my music, actually. All I want are my notebooks and my CDs, and my favorite mechanical pencil.

I know, not intimately, but I do know, how awful it is to have something so important taken from you. Granted, mine was accidentally taken, and returned no worse for the wear, but still. Sitting in the parking lot of a closed restaurant, talking to the owner of the place and trying not to cry because hey, it's a school bag, the guy's gonna think you're -nuts- for bawling over something like a -notebook-... I was scared and angry. So being furious, knowing that whoever took off with your music won't necessarily appreciate it, isn't such an extreme reaction. It's perfectly -normal-. This is -your- car. -Your- stuff. -Your- passion.

So, with that, I'll offer this to whomever did it:

May you suffer a flat tire at the -worst- possible moment; may your vehicle come to rest in the -worst- possible spot for changing said flat, and may you be wearing formal attire when it happens.

It's not much, but it's better than the ice-cube one, trust me.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:30 PM |

I have my Moot2 file open, but I'm fiddling with this instead.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:49 PM |

'Cranberry Socks' is an excellent band name, and a nice template. However... I _love_ Stone Angels, and I can't make up my mind which I like -better-.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:53 PM |

And I'd just like to say that I hate needlessly-fluctuating font sizes in my posts.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 2:35 PM |

The JPop/Anime lyric archive.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 2:36 PM |

And fluctuating fonts, themselves. Either Ariel or Helvetica, but no switching back and forth! *Pokes things*
Posted by: Shannon M.: 2:37 PM |

Muh. CNN apparently forgot about Hurricane Andrew... Of course, they -could- be considering that one a 'fluke'. *Shrug* This is why I don't ingest news unless it's -really- _really_ important to -me-.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 4:54 PM |

Try saying 'Yukon chum run' three times fast. I dare you.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 5:13 PM |

Wednesday, July 18, 2001

Bwahaha!

"People should get beat up for skating like the Leafs."
"...Doc?"
Midori skates like the Leafs in defiance of her father.
"I think I need to lie down."

Have I mentioned how much I love Technomancy? (Found here.)
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:52 PM |

Tuesday, July 17, 2001

Bwahahaha... Okay, my dad has been in Texas for the last couple of weeks. Today, I went out to give his mailbox and house keys back. He very calmly and casually informed me that sometime in the next four years here that I would be getting a stepmother and four (4!) step-siblings.

Yeek and Finally!, irrespectively.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:00 AM |

And speaking of TX... *Blinkblink* Can you think of a nickname -less- appropriate for me than 'Pit Bull'? Yeesh. Time to try working on more MooT...
Posted by: Shannon M.: 5:06 PM |

Okay, I already loved the Tecnomancy crew because they're all insane and they write fics that make me shiver and mumble instead of writing feedback.

Now... I have discovered their CLAMP page. More specifically, the humor section. Go. Read. Especially -this- one.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:35 PM |

Okay, I -know- what 'olive-colored skin' _really_ means, but it always gives me pause to read that phrase, because I invariably come up with the shade of pimento olives, or plain black olives... It's funnier in my head, trust me.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:05 PM |

Mmph... Am I the only one that thinks it's rather...er...mean, to make someone vocalize exactly what they want when A) they're not exactly -used- to doing so and B) the person doing the asking already -knows- what the other wants?
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:21 PM |

Monday, July 16, 2001

*Giggle* "Give us all your dosh and we won't kill you." Yahtzee Takes On The World.

Also:

A comic about a Shinji-kun fan in Japan and One Clown Short (of a Space Circus).
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:38 AM |

Question: Why on -Earth- would you go to a country without bothering to at least learn the barest essentials of the language? Or at least without having learned to order lunch? *Blinkblink* I certainly don't know.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:41 AM |

The nice thing about The Osaka Journals is that they prove that you don't _have_ to have beautiful hands on your characters. (Of course, it -does- help if the -rest- of the artwork is lovely...)

But then again, there's OCS, which proves that you don't even need gorgeous artwork. Heh. *Bow* And there ladies and gents is one each Speedy Shan Rationalization. Please send all monentary gifts to...
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:44 AM |

I've said this to my mother, but now I am going to say it publically:

I would seriously and -deeply- consider bearing the children of whomever invented Shout stain remover. That stuff is incredible.

Please forgive me for the quite-probably immenent demise of that laundry product.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:00 AM |

Sunday, July 15, 2001

Seems Blogger doesn't like it if you leave a letter out of your login name. Wonder why?

You'll have to forgive me, today. I slept really badly last night.

Another Author's Note: I suddenly realized that Seldra is willing to take Silver's name at the very beginning, then later he's denied an appointment. My explanation? Seldra works the night shift and cannot be expected to recognize people that come in in the daytime. Therefore, she took his name and had to go cross-reference it with other records. Ta-da! Instant Continuity.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:26 PM |

Er, and I'm working on the formatting thing. Right now. Promise.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:26 PM |

Aaaand... The latest installment of MooT. MooT. Like r00t or w00t, only...different. I -told- you I hadn't slept well.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 12:47 PM |

Thank you, Tom, for this delightful prop to all of my arguments. I'd add just one thing, though: starting a sentence with a conjunction is perfectly acceptable in -dialogue-, but it tends to lead to sentence fragments of the worst sort in exposition.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:00 PM |

Ha! I was RIGHT! Someone tried to tell me that it was the other way around.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:06 PM |

Er, I love Cy/Skids fic much as anyone else, but... Crayola crayons just _don't_ come off on skin like that. Oil pastels, yes. Conte crayons, yes. Markers? Damn right. But crayons, unless your hands are really, really warm or you have a candle handy, just. Don't. Work. Like. That.

This rant brought to you by Prang, the cheapest art-supply maker in the world.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:52 PM |

Er, what color is amber? Are we talking Baltic, or the cheap cloudy stuff, or the weird stuff that's almost the same color as peridot?
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:54 PM |

Happy Bastille Day! *Simple -adores- Googles' Event Banners* *Skitters off to find the words to Barrat's Privateers*
Posted by: Shannon M.: 3:57 PM |

I can't spell.

Anyhow, here's a set of lyrics with history to go with 'em. I have no idea how accurate it is, but it -sounds- good.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 4:00 PM |

Take a careful look at the second line of the fourth verse of The Ballad Of The Rover. *Small snicker* Not that making that typo's a -bad- thing (I've done it myself), but still... How'd it -fit-?
Posted by: Shannon M.: 4:06 PM |

Just plain lyrics. For some reason, 'the cook's in the scuppers with the staggers and jags' -always- _always_ gets stuck in my head. It's something abut the tune and the rhythm and... I don't know what. And that song is the -only- time you'll -ever- hear my mother say 'Goddamn'. *Blinkle*
Posted by: Shannon M.: 4:12 PM |

I'm gonna go check my email, and maybe go see my dad. Ja ne!
Posted by: Shannon M.: 4:46 PM |