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Typing foo I has

Posted on 2009.09.16 at 11:09
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Typing Test


Patience, or Floor Mat?

Posted on 2008.02.01 at 18:04
I am not the most patient individual in my own mindset, and yet at the same time, others remark upon not having the patience that I often display. I don't think of it as patience, though; it's more a skill of 'putting up with bullshit.' I can be very patient, extremely so, that is quite easy.

When my car was being worked on I waited six and a half hours before getting irritated enough to go up and ask what was taking so long--Thankfully by that point they'd finished. Because I had been so patient, and not nagged the staff, they rewarded me with a double-discount and two free oil change coupons on top of it. Not a bad deal for not blowing my top and nagging people, right? I think so.

So what is it that I find really annoying? It's not waiting. It's waiting on people who are neither keeping me informed with what's going on, or with the fact that they're doing anything at all. There is a project I need to work on right now, of which I can't begin until other people come through with what they had promised to do. I would like to be able to work on them; I have ideas that are just dying to be tested. But without the source material...

The other is a slightly more monetarily driven issue. I won't get into it too terribly much here for the fact that I've yet to speak to the individual this week but needless to say someone owes me for services rendered, and it's been over a month.

So these are the two things trying my patience at the moment and making me feel helpless because there is nothing I myself can do to rectify either issue.

On the brighter side of things, I exercised three times this week. Three days in a row which I shouldn't have done, but I was so energetic and bored it seemed okay. Today I'm resting on that front, and I apparently needed it with how much I was dragging at work. It took me till noon to wake up enough to not feel as if I was about to fall over.

I'm looking forward to Rocky Horror Picture Show tomorrow, and getting together as much of an outfit as I can from things I already own. I won't be in it, but as it's my first time to the show I'm told I will be publically humiliated. I may as well have some fun with it and look good too! Surprisingly, I'm not feeling the least bit nervous about parading around shirtless. Then again I did get myself a very, very sexy bra, and I have lost a considerable amount of weight. If I keep it up I may be wearing belly shirts this summer. Oh, how daring of me.

Edit: (Insert boasting here) Oh yes, I nearly forgot! I won the poker game last night! WOOT SUCKAS! Now what to do with all this lovely, lovely cash (all $50 of it.) Maybe I'll turn it into dollar bills and prance around town with my fold of moolah before it inevitably goes to paying bills.


Feeling Good

Posted on 2008.01.21 at 16:44
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Today I worked rather early, but that's alright. I actually went to bed at a decent time last night. This was partly due to freezing in the drive it took to go out to dinner and back with Alison's grandparents, who are always nice to see. I ate too much, but it was salmon and so that's okay (ignore the chocolate lava cake, cake is a lie.)

After work I went out and decided to get a new watch. This took me an hour and a half of deliberation at Khol's, given their selection of watches is... I won't say limited, but let's say limited to a certain core product: Sparkly, garish show-off watches. Granted I /did/ like the one that showed the gears in the back, but it was a man's watch and far too large even on my big-boned frame.

I ended up deciding on a Timex Expedition series, because it has the hands which I think is more of an adult and 'mature' look, as well as a portion which lists the seconds. That was my primary goal in getting the watch: To give myself an easy method to monitor the 30 vs 90 seconds required by the Couth-to-5K program so I wouldn't have to stop and change the timer on the stove constantly. Admitedly there were watches there which were better aimed towards this end such as the Ironman Triathalon, but I didn't want to have to explain to everyone daily 'What's that for?' when they point to my oddly designed watch that has a band of three different colors.

Afterwards I came home, ate a hearty lunch of Chicago styled pizza, and then did my 20 minutes on the Gazelle followed by about ten minutes of stretching. My heart is still going faster than normal, but it feels kind of good. So I congratulated myself for another day accomplished with an apple and a big honking glass of oh-thank-god water.

Now, victorious, I have... nothing to do. So I'll just sit here with my library book to catch up on some reading.

Day Two: Mission Completed


Operation: Move that Fat Ass

Posted on 2008.01.19 at 12:36
Tired. But in a nice sort of tired, I suppose. Trying to be positive here. I'm starting a running program, a very easy one, to try and get myself into better shape (round is not a shape I like). I'm actually better off than I have been at any point in my adult life to begin with as I've held steady at 183 for the past three months now. Usually I waffle between 210 and 190, with 210 being my max and 190 being that 'impossible to break' boundary. So it's a prime time to start working out more.

The program I'm doing I bummed off of The Post Apocalyptic Workout which in turn was taken from the runners website Cool Running. It's the Couch-to-5K program which is supposed to slowly ease one into jogging in general. Three times a week, every other day, and by the end of two months? You're supposed to be able to jog for 5K or 3 miles.

It's far too cold outside for me to go out there (my ears tend to freeze and give me splitting migraines) so I dug out the gazelle downstairs from beneath the sheet we hid it under for Christmas, and used that. Unfortunately my watch is dead, the grandfather clock in the living room isn't wound, and the only timer we had was the one on the stove... so I had to keep running back and forth from the gazelle to the kitchen to adjust the times. Not the most ideal method of keeping your heart-rate up, but it's far better than nothing at all.

My heart is still racing a bit, but not to the point of being unbearable like the last time I attempted to go jogging. I stretched afterwards as well given my back spasmed several times during the workout which rather hurts, and now I'm having a glass of water while sitting here eyeballing my livejournal and thinking it needs one hell of a redesign. Or maybe I ought to get an, OMG, actual blog space. I've got the rest of the afternoon to consider this possibility since I don't work until Monday.

Day One: Mission Completed


CoH Fanzine

Posted on 2008.01.16 at 22:21
It's been ages upon ages since I've updated, but there's something nice to update about. I'm working with some friends of mine on a submission for the City of Heroes fanzine coming out next month (or at least that's when the deadline is) for a short story comic. I'm doing the inking and helping to make revisions or wording changes for the script.

My contribution isn't much, but it's something, and I hope everyone will check it out. Rizerak (sp?) is really a great artist and I can't wait to see the finished product. It's still in the layout and storyboarding stages, but we are and will be working on it like mad little hatters till the deadline on the 11th of next month. I'll post more news about it when I have it available.


Signs of an Awesome Teacher

Posted on 2007.10.15 at 15:46
I'm in Creative Writing and today was the peer review of the short story I wrote last week. In the middle of class, my phone goes off. I know it's mine because of the rather tell-tale Doctor Who theme song I have set as the ringer.

As I'm panicking, scrambling for the phone to switch it off and hoping that this isn't one of the teachers that freaks out anytime discussion is interrupted, she looks over directly at me, and says:

"The Doctor's calling! Invite him in, we've got room to park the box!"


Free Stuffage Meme

Posted on 2007.10.14 at 01:17
For the first five people that reply to me and re-post this challenge - I will send you something that I think rocks.

Might be a mix CD, might be a comic book, might be a little trinket.
The only thing you need to do in order to participate is be one of the first five to reply to this, AND post this very same thing on YOUR LJ.

Now to think of things... Hmmmmmm.



Posted on 2007.04.30 at 00:01
I was looking through some of my old artwork and found a picture I was at one point coloring for my old mucking friend, Wenchi/Nennie. So I thought, hey, it's been awhile since I've read her webcomic 'Mine's Bigger;' or viewed her husband Damien's photography at Novablade Studios. So I hop onto google to look it up... And what do I find? THIS shit.


I am so goddamn enraged that they're getting screwed over in this manner. This is fucking ridiculous, and I entirely share their annoyance/frustration/pain/anger. And you know? It's not much, but damned if I'm not going to NOT help in however small a manner as I can. So I post here, to all my friends, who in turn have a much larger audience on their LJ's than I do to ask... Please pass this information along. Don't let this scumbag of a domain hosting company screw over any more people.

Posted on 2007.04.26 at 18:19

Posted on 2007.03.08 at 01:00
Been a long time since I've posted. I'm not the sort to keep a daily rambling, at least not anymore. There's not much to ramble about. I could go into a list here of all the things I don't do, but I'm not being down on myself tonight. Actually I'm feeling rather good. Just a bit thoughtful, and I wanted to get some notions out.

There's people in this world.

Oh, sure, we know that. I'm one. You're one. That guy over there, he's one. ... I think. Could be a lemur. What I mean to say is there are people out there that are living. The folks I've been around a good portion of my life just exist. They don't live, they don't have dreams, they just trudge from day to day on occasion breaking up the boring monotony with a trip to the pub.

And I never did like pubs. Dancing though, that I like. Just a bit of a bugger finding guys to dance with. Honestly, if half of you lot ever got over yourselves enough to get on a dance floor you would land tons of girls. My own personal rule now is to not date any man who refuses to dance. If you can't dance it says so much about you... Low self-esteem, shyness, not a physically active person typically... Ah but I've gotten off topic.

There /are/ people out there enjoying their lives. Those energetic personalities, those bubbly people who have such laughter in them and bring that laughter to others. I used to try to be the class clown, then I 'grew up' and thought I was stupid for doing it. But was I, really? Everywhere I go in my life people want someone who is energetic, and confident, and funny.

And I want those people too. I want to know them. I want to know those people who are living, who are exciting, who are motivated and fullfilling their dreams. Because for so long I haven't /had/ any dreams of my own. I had one goal in my life, and I filled it, and now I'm... just... here.

Now I have another. To get out and see life and the world, and meet those people that are worth meeting. Rather vague, I know. But it's something.

Well I got that out I suppose. I felt like sharing the words, but had no one in particular to share them with. So they'll be out here floating in cyberspace for whoever wants to find them. But if I hear anymore remarks like 'God must hate you' or 'shit always happens to you' I'm going to smack a bitch. It's hard to be optimistic when everyone makes you feel as if your life is crap compaired to theirs. And maybe it is. But if shit hits the fan, /I/ know how to deal with it.

Also, alas, David Tennant is not single, and John Barrowman is gay. Damn you cruel universe for giving me such sexy men to oggle just out of my reach. That and it's kind of creepy having an attraction to 30+ year old men and suddenly realise that is /not/ a large age gap. Guh. Twenty-seven and still a teenager.

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