Watched Zombieland.

I think the only adequate description is, yippee kai-ey, motherfucker. :)

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As annoying as it is to have a whippersnipper start up as soon as one has tea, the smell of cut grass is nice. At least until the whippersnipper starts up again.

- breakfast
- shower
- wash whites
- fold clothes
- hang whites
- vacuum bathroom
- vacuum bedroom
- walk
- scene more
- draw
- REST

Despite the list I suspect most of the day will be lost to reading Quid Pro Quo. >_> Oh well. Surely Sam will understand that rereading fabulous porn is more important than reading about Lady Alustriel Silverymoon. (No, I am not joking. I know this was the format when the book was written, but I keep having to pause to howl with laughter.

...okay, it's not just the names. I don't like Salvatore's style, at least not in this book. I started to be interested in Drizzt as of about p30, but that's a decent whack into the story, and the style doesn't help me along. =_= I think I can cling to my minimal interest enough to converse with my 2IC about his Favourite Book Evar, though. XD

[EDIT] The splints are back on at the first sign of owie, primarily from housework. I'm still hopeful that a few more days will do it - they felt really good this morning.

Mum called to ask me to test aircon fuses and now the thing won't turn on at all. Also, every time I deal with a fuse box I have to tell myself very sternly that no one's arm is going to flop down at me in a dismembered fashion and that there are definitely no velociraptors in my house.

In all the excitement yesterday, apparently none of my regular news sources cared to inform me that Michael Crichton had died.

*lifts tea*

To the man responsible for my inescapable fear of velociraptors, procompsonathids, and code-writers. Thanks for the stories, Michael.

I need to stop having Jurassic Park dreams. They make me groggier than normal in the morning.

This one was FFVII/Silent Hill --> Jurassic Park in that I started off running around a possessed sort of building with random scary-as-fuck crap in it. My goal here was to see the face of Chaos. Do not ask me. I know what Chaos looks like. I don't need to go running around possessed fucking buildings with lasers attached to every fucking wall. Gah.

Eventually, after much seeing purple wings in the sky at random intervals, I saw the face of Chaos. (Which was wrong. Chaos does not have eight eyes like spider, brain.) Then I was somehow at my grandmother's house, where Dad & Co. lived, which was also some kind of abandoned Hammond mansion, and so there were dinosaurs that had been hidden in the basement. I don't know either. Raptors, naturally.

And then I had a dream that I was at work at Sirianni's and being annoyed by people who wanted nonexistent brands of cigarettes. Megan was also there, as were a few people who do not actually exist, and the dream was pretty much about me getting frustrated with their incompetence at grocery store-ing. XD

Anyway. Now I have to go ice my hands all to hell, and possibly have a shower, and settle in to write and read. Today's goals:

- write more project
- read Lilian's Story
- take note of first two sections for colonisation metaphor

Wooooo! One scene down!

.............yeah, shut up. :( This was meant to be online yesterday and I have four thousand words to go. Watch me cry.

(On the bright side, the boring stuff is done with. And now I get to play with Hiru!vision and see how much I can keep secret from the reader over the course of a novel by having Hiru go LA LA LA LA LAAAAAAA LA right over the top of significant details.)

[EDIT] Except that apparently writing Hiru without Sanga is like PINEAPPLE WITHOUT THE WHIPPED CREAM. It loses its chime! It loses its whirligig! And therefore Jesus has cheeseless pizza. :(

(Also: Xolotl is a FROGGERAPTOR FUCKIN' NINJA. He has webbed feet and velociraptor claws! What the shit is this about! MY HEADSPACE = FUCKING AWESOME.)

[EDIT] .....I love Looking for Group. ^_^

(BOOM DE YADA BOOM DE YADA BOOM DE YADA BOOM DE YADA...)

Sleepy Rave is sleepy and could happily have slept until, oh, four in the afternoon, but AOL Live is helping with that because they have a complete Metallica archive on for the release of the new album.

In the interests of retaining sanity while writing this essay today, I think I'm going to take breaks to write for Porn Battle: Round Five.

ignite, howl_for_words, I'm going to assume the larger of the Squeefund transfers won't actually come out of my account until Monday, so I'll transfer again at that point.

In other news, this is the more horrifying meme EVER. D: There are certain things you never want to think about, and this is one of them.

I could survive for 60 seconds chained to a bunk bed with a velociraptor

This essay is not necessarily meant to be argumentative, buuuuuuuut the Chad Parkhill school of awesomeness in academic writing dictates that I must have an argument, not just an analysis of the books, so I'm considering looking at them both as examples of the author pushing the SNAG-ish middle ground of masculinity rather than either epic fail or epic win. That's exactly how I'm going to word it, too. Might write the whole thing as analytical and go from there re. reworking a proper argumentative thesis, just so I can narrow my focus as I go.

Oh, look, two more days until the Sirianni domain expires! XD XD XD Life is going to be HILARIOUS on Monday when that thing disappears.

[EDIT] Apparently it is International Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day. In the spirit of this, I believe I will also write an alternate version of my essay (on failed hegemonic heterosexual masculinity, lol) in pirate. XD

Also, Bleach 326 spoilers are kind of making Yumichika seem... really blindly concerned about Ikkaku's wellbeing. Which is kind of ridiculously cute.

Dear Hiru,

How dare you take four fucking years to decide you really were the main character of AtM? Do you realise how I have suffered trying to avoid making this so out of a belief that no one would read it? And now you decide we can throw our goddamn readers in the deep end from page one and fuck anyone requiring backstory?

Fuck yourself, fuck your clan, fuck your boyfriend, fuck your liege-lord, and do it all with rusted barbed wire! You may be my one true baby but right now you are my one true HATE. D:<

NO LOVE, NO LOVE AT ALL,
Your Author.

P.S. - AUUUUUUUUUUUUGHSDFJsfagsksdfasdkfjhasjdfgasflayusdfhas.

*sob*


Of course I am not really angry about this. It means that Tol goes back to being an awesome quirky secondary character instead of a rather strange main character. It means I get to write all the sex he's going to be having, and the sequel makes a lot more sense. BUT STILL. Sneaky little drama queen bitch brat Whorey McSnitface!

(I'll stop calling him names when he starts looking remotely apologetic.)

Feeling much better this morning, thank god, although I slept quite terribly and had a fever for most of it, I think. =_= Couldn't get to sleep for at least an hour because I was too hot, then woke up two or three times because I was too cold/hot (depending on the time and how I'd adjusted the blankets previously), then woke up at about five-thirty this morning from a dream about trying to defend the Gap house against velociraptors, or zombies, or both. (ZOMBIE VELOCIRAPTORS. THINK ABOUT IT.) I seem to have those dreams when I'm stressed, which is partially fitting and partially hilarious because I know what to do in the event of velociraptor/zombie attack. XD So it's either a coping mechanism to make me think, "If I can deal with raptors/zombies, I can deal with anything!" or it's a response to my mental state of SHIT SHIT SHIT and I'm not sure which. XD

In any case, studied kanji and read for an hour or two and, uh... now I'm up, and there's a new HOLiC chapter. Which I cannot read in its entirety, but I'll update this when the translation comes through.

( HOLiC 157. )

*_____* Y-yeah, okay, so I actually cried with happiness at the third-to-last page. XD SH-SHUT UP. IT WAS ONLY A LITTLE BIT.

Anyway, today I'm going to go to Japanese, take that exam, hopefully make it back in time to have lunch with Rage, and then this afternoon I'm going to try to sort out what exactly has to happen with this proposal, and maybe go into some level design, since apparently we have to go into actual level design. In a proposal. This is unheard of. XD But, anyway, I'd better go and have a hot shower and wash my hair so that I don't have to ooze my way into Japanese rather than just walking.

(Now I want icons of Howl expressing himself with green slime...)