| Where de hell I been. |
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| 02:58am 21/04/2007 |
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mood:  grumpy music: Funky Kong-DKC3
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Apparently, inquiring minds want to know why I haven't been on. However, I decided that instead of answering it myself, I'd turn it over to one of the other departments here at my imaginary offices. So sit back, kiddies...
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| Right. So. |
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| 08:15am 19/04/2007 |
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mood: grumpy music: Carbon Leaf-Desperation Song
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Practically everything we sell at my store comes in an additional sugarless variety. I'm pretty sure we even carry sugar-free Spam. Most of the time, I get this, at least in theory. Today, though, the boxes of sugar-free maple and brown sugar oatmeal, which had been present for the entirety of my career, suddenly perplexed me. Sugarless maple and brown sugar? The logic escapes me. If it contains no sugar, than why does it claim to contain brown sugar in the same title/name/thingy? Should this be construed as advice to mentally remove the word "sugar" from said title when repeated? If so, that makes it "maple and brown flavor", which really doesn't seem very attractive at all, especially when applied to something as already murky as oatmeal. If somebody offered me anything that was "brown flavor" without further specification, I'd say hell no. Testing mystery soda pops without specified flavor is bad enough. So maybe my logic is incorrect. But then I'm right back on the sugar-free/brown sugar issue. TRULY, THIS IS A PUZZLE TO BOGGLE THE AGES.
This has been a test of the emergency broadcast system. Now I'm going to kill some Sam Adams. |
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| Are You Afraid Of The Dark Presents: The Tale Of The Idiot Plumber |
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| 06:08pm 03/03/2006 |
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mood: grumpy music: Castlevania 2-Monster Dance
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Some time about, oh, four months back, something went horribly wrong in one of the showers in our house, and it stopped working. Something to do with the water pressure, I think. Ever since then, all five people in the house have been stuck using the one shower adjacent to the 'rents' bedroom. Since I'm legally nocturnal this isn't too much of a problem for me, but it got pretty hectic in the mornings with the other four at first. Why wait four months, then? Well, we actually only waited a couple, since there were other house renovations going on... but in the last two months, the plumber had to come a total of FOUR times before he fixed it. I think he kept claiming he didn't have the right part or didn't have time for a big project that day or something. But then he finally did it, a week ago... and three days afterwards, the damn shower crapped out THE EXACT SAME WAY. At this point, I had just about had it, but the 'rents said no, and called him back again. That was today. I still didn't trust this, so I just took the shower in the other one, and I found something great.
THERE IS A RUSTY NAIL STICKING OUT OF THE WALL IN THERE.
Seriously. It just rammed right through the tile. It's a good six inches out too. I think this goes BEYOND incompetence. I'm waiting to see how many profanities the 'rents use when they find out now. Maybe I should place some bets on it with the brothers. And we're PAYING this moron for this?! Yeesh. |
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| WHY THE HELL NOT |
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| 08:46pm 20/02/2006 |
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mood: grumpy music: Moving In Stereo-The Cars
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Since I haven't made any entries here in more than a month anyways, and am trying to get back in the habit of doing so.
A. Thank the person who tagged you.
B. List five random/strange/weird things about you.
C. Tag four or five other people.
A.) Yak yak yak, get offa my back, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) professorhazard!
B.)
1.) After waking up and before having coffee, I have been known to crash bodily into furniture, attempt to eat a book, and mistake Boston for the capital of Britain.
2.) I have not worn any pants other than jeans for the past five years, save weddings and funerals.
3.) I also have a fondness for, of all things, black leather jackets and ridiculously loud hawaiian shirts. No, not together.
4.) By all rights, I should not be here right now; my childhood was spent finding so many ridiculously dangerous things to do and then doing them with great gusto that I consider it a minor miracle that I lived to high school.
5.) I seem to have actually acquired a small following for my fanfiction, amazingly enough. Maybe I'll actually get published one of these days after all.
C.) Right, who on my friends list hasn't been tagged already? Let's go with fritzfandango, ericosuperbard, darylchan and dlhx. |
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| I paid hundreds of bucks in union fees for THIS?! |
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| 07:06am 09/01/2006 |
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mood: grumpy music: Frank Zappa-Treacherous Cretins
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"Hey there, menial worker #42! I know you've been working night crew for months now, but guess what? Either because somebody up top's playing silly buggers with the payroll, or maybe just because I don't like you, you're now working in the bakery, during the day shift! Enjoy your fewer hours and lower pay! Oh, and you start immediately tomorrow morning! What's that? You know absolutely nothing about baking? Well, sucks to be you then! WA HA HA HA!"
You know, just yesterday evening, I actually kind of liked my job. SO MUCH FOR THAT. |
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| And here I used to think a MONTH-long abscence before posting was returning from the dead. |
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| 07:29am 09/11/2005 |
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mood: grumpy music: The Who-Won't Get Fooled Again
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Holy crap, this thing's still alive? That's not having to pay anything for it for you, I guess. I probably say this too much, but things reallya re quite boring here in Seagull Mafia Central. Well, boring compared to folks who huck around razor-bladed throwing cards for an afternoon or work for Nintendo of Norway or put luchadore masks on their dogs so as to teach them wrestling moves. Despite that, several things of minor note HAVE happened over the past few... what, is it more than a year now... since I updated this junker, so I might as well get 'em down and out of the way. Who knows if I'll actually use this thing more often now that I remember it exists.
-Around July, I started working the night shift at the local Vons. That means I'm one of those magical fairies that makes all the food re-appear on the shelves every morning. One of those completley nucking futs magical fairies who grunt and curse and sweat while lifting, unpacking, condensing and stashing six hundred heavy boxes of product every night. But hell, it pays good and I actually prefer going to sleep in the morning and waking up at night, so it works for me. And let me tell you, if you REALLY want to look at the damp underside covered in squashed bugs and snails on the big ol' rock that's humanity, then get this job and see everything SOME people will buy to EAT. Jalapeno jelly (yeah, as in on TOAST), marshmallow-flavored popcorn, ten different flavors of SPAM and bizzarely-named diapers, I'm looking in YOUR direction. Okay, so people don't eat that last one. At least I hope not. Oh, and barbecue sauce for dog food. Can't forget that.
-Now that I'm holding down a steady job with a good paycheck, the entire family's working on getting me out of the house next year. Probably somewhere else in the city; what can I say, it's a great place. Although depending on how things go both personally and politically, I may move upstate (or hell, even upcountry) eventually. Who knows, not me. The first step is no longer having to live in the same house with two teenaged maniacs on permanent caffiene highs.
-I've been writing more.
-Speaking of teenaged maniacs, my youngest brother officially got his driver's license before me. My humiliation is complete.
-I'll be 21 in less than a month! Woo-hoo! Imagine, finally being able to buy it myself instead of I MEAN COUGH COUGH LOOKATHREEHEADEDMONKEY
Well, that's about it/all I can think of at the moment. Oh, there's this thing too, I suppose.
Leave your name and:
1. I'll respond with something I like about you.
2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
3. I'll name something we should do together.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me).
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you.
7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you.
8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal. You MUST(apparently that's the rule). OR POSSIBLY DON'T. |
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| This thing is like a car I never fix up and never oilchange. I'm waiting for it to blow up on me. |
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| 10:26am 07/04/2005 |
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mood: grumpy music: Gunstar Heroes-Captain Orange Hates You
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So it's been what, how many months since I last put something in here? HALDO, BORINGBERT. You'd think living in southern california would be days full of tidal waves, horribly explosive car accidents and beached whales. NOT SO, SHERLOCK. All we got around here is the seagull mafia and drunken tourists, and after a while you just get bored of those and leave a dead fish out on your porch every night for each. I'd grump about college, but I'd sound like an idiot since my 'rents are still covering all my basic financial needs. I'd grump about the legal system, but my dad is on track to becoming a judge by the end of the year, and I don't want to say anything that may come back to haunt me. I'd grump about politics, but I don't want to be visited by any goon squad worse than ff.net's. So instead, I shall provide the curious with the secret recipe for the Magus Family Special Grape Soda!
Disclaimer: This may not be the same recipe as Erico Family Special Grape Soda, which to my knowledge was invented first. In fast, it almost certainly isn't.
Disclaimer 2: This recipe should only be used during party situations with close friends. Otherwise, just stick to normal grape soda, you don't need this junk.
MAGUS FAMILY SPECIAL GRAPE SODA
1. Take one 2-liter bottle of grape soda.
2. Add 2 shots of vodka.
3. Drink responsibly; becoming blind stinking loaded is NOT actually funny. I learned that at age six watching my uncle stagger back to his trailer.
Aaand that's about all in the Magus report today. SEE YOUSE ALL IN FOUR/FIVE/SIX MORE MONTHS. Oh, there's this thing too.
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| Fan mail...? |
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| 11:20pm 19/01/2005 |
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mood: grumpy music: Super Moves-Overseer
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Whoa. Fan mail. I got fan mail. I actually got fan mail on the stuff I write. Granted, it's just one, but still. I'M getting fan mail.
Well, I'll be hitting the grape stuff TONIGHT. Idunno if this is just me, but I'm still a little mind-blown by this. It probably is. Fan mail. Me. Wow.
Nothing much else to report. |
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| LOOK AT ME, I FORGOT TO TITLE THIS AT FIRST |
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| 08:44pm 08/12/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: Black Hole CO Power-Advance Wars 2
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Welp, it's been a while since I've posted something here, so it's about time for another look into the life of MAGUS MAN. Really, I'm probably too boring to deserve this thing, but ever since Professor Hazard gave me that add code what, almost a year and a half ago... well, here I am. Maybe things will get more interesting in the near future. WE CAN ALWAYS HOPE?
So I'm twenty now, as of the third. One more year to my first legal alcoholic beverage! As I told a buddy, though, I doubt I'll find any such that can top the grape soda. If they had that stuff in the ancient days, Dionysus would have to switch jobs for it. Anyways, week and a half left of college, finals next week. That'll be REAL fun, I can already tell. I hate the modern educational system. Also, my internet connection at home went out AGAIN about a week back, which is why I haven't been on AIM. I'm using the school computer three days a week between classes. Yippee skip.
Uh... I need more money to buy all the new games coming out. Still. My only real hope is generous parents and grandmother on Christmas. Whoof.
Right, that's... just about it, really. Toldja I was boring. Maybe that's why I'm so grumpy all the time. Nah, probably not. |
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| *Obligatory rant about kids these days* |
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| 11:51am 01/11/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: Dr. Weil's Theme-Mega Man Zero 3
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Last night at the door, I was handing out candy to the kids. I was wearing the hat of the Mad Hatter. You know, from Alice In Wonderland.
The kids thought I was supposed to be Goofy.
JAY EFF. I'm beginning to agree with the people who think we should just blow up all the TVs and hand out more books. And yes, I know that Alice In Wonderland was made into a Disney movie (in fact, I got the hat from Disney World), but that only makes the matter worse. They probably would have recognized me in a heartbeat had I been wearing a Power Ranger mask, but they didn't know who the Mad Hatter was. Lord.
In other news, my dog was sick. He stopped eating, and that's a bad sign in a guy who would try to snatch the steak off your plate WHILE you were watching. So I walked him down the vet, and it turned out he was... ah... backed up. He HATES getting wet, so apparently he never went out in the recent buttload of rain to do his business, and he... well, plugged himself. One doggy enema took care of THAT. Then he was still finicky about his dog food for a couple days, but it turned out he was just holding out for mashed potatoes. Sneaky dog. Now he's back to normal.
English's going well, Economics is going well, Art History's going well (B on my test! WOOO!), and the guys at the cafeteria recognize me on sight and ring me up without even asking what I want. And put extra bacon on my burger. So college is fine.
Beat Mega Man Zero 3. I'm not gonna go into the jumbo spoilers at the end of the game, both to avoid runing it for people and so as not to sound like a rabid fanboy. I'll just say I approve; every time I think Inafune might be losing it (Battle Network 4, while fun, could have been a hell of a lot better), he proves me wrong by leaps and bounds. The one thing I will blab about, though, is Dr. Weil. So he's human, he's a genius robotocist, he's "the creator of the reploids" and he's very interested in Zero. Sigh. I'm getting a bit tired of this, and more and more, I'm afraid that Capcom will, at the end of it all, reveal the Isoc and Weil are Wily and expect everybody to fall over in stunned amazement. Then stare and gape themselves as we all are completely unsurprised in the least. As we saw with their "Mystery Maverick" in X3 so long ago, Capcom are the only ones who DON'T realize they're about as good with subtlety and secrets as a skunk cabbage is.
Maybe it'll turn out to be Light instead, snapped off the deep end like his former partner. Or Cain. THAT, on the other hand, WOULD cause collective apoplexy. But as much as I love the games, I doubt they'd think of anything like that.
Yeah, that's about it in Magusville for the month of October. Maybe the next couple months will be more exciting. |
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| FINALLY PHOTOS |
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| 11:02am 06/10/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: Undernet-Mega Man Battle Network 4
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You know, there's a really good reason why I've waited this long to put these up. And that is... uh... yeah, I got nothing. You've probably all forgotten or lost interest or both by now, but what the hell.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=45
This is the place we stayed at while in Yosemite. Don't ask me what Wapiti means, I don't know.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=51
Yours truly, reclining in armchair and reading book. You'll notice my glasses are shades-less. The shades part broke. My eyes are still not used to all this brightness.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=52
BIRD. Bluejay, to be exact. It's going for a chunk of bread that we left on the rail.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=53
BLUEJAY AGAIN. This time on the side of a tree. There were tons of the little feathery buggers in the area. NOT THAT BLUEJAY.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=54
J F, WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS CHAIR. Faces of parents in background removed so as to avoid beteings + lawsuit, because they're technophobic and would explode if I put their mugs on the internet.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=55
Rocky old riverbed, with a little river left, good for hiking.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=56
Again, but this time with me sitting on a log w/ walking stick.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=57
All right, here's what you're all really looking for. The Gamecube my dum brother smashed. This first pic came out TO BLURR, unfortunately.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=58
I think this used to be the power button.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=46
And here we see the bottom of it. Yeah, he really mangled the thing.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=47
What with everything we went through to get it shiny, I couldn't resist a couple pictures of our house. This is the front with new paint job.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=48
And this is the back. I'm in the lower right.
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=49
http://groups.msn.com/MagussJunk/shoebox.msnw?action=ShowPhoto&PhotoID=50
Just for the hell of it, here's some dogs eating watermelon.
IN OTHER MAGUS NEWS, a week ago my brother spilled my grape soda all over my laptop. SO DUMB AN ANGEL... KID... THING. Fortunately, I'm getting good advice from buddy FYBAR OPTIC on what to do to recover from this. Really cramping my writing schedule, though. That's about all interesting happening in MAGUSTOWN right now. |
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| Don't call it a come*WHACK* |
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| 01:11am 10/09/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: Desire-Outlaw Star
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Well, today was an... interesting week. Let's start with Sunday. Our Gamecube has been dying for a long time now, and recent reached the point where you had to labor with it for half an hour just to get it to read the game. So on Sunday, my brother decided it was time to put it out of its misery, and took it out to the road, where he attacked it with a hammer, a shovel, a fireplace poker, a baseball bat and a golf club, in that order. After that, he wanted to set fire to it, but luckily I was on hand to enforce that matches plus metal components at close range is BAD BAD NO BAKA NO.
Tuesday. Also known as bad luck day. Let's start at the beginning. The painters were coming to start on the outside of the house today. Since I was to be the only one at home at the time, Dad told me to just watch out for them. That was all I had to do. WRONGO. When they arrived, they told me about some details ol' pop had forgotten, such as how I had to seal every window and door, barricade the dogs in the garage, haul all the firewood and patio furniture away from the house... ugh. Then, when I left for school, my BUS BROKE DOWN HALFWAY. The driver told me the next one wouldn't be by for an hour, and that was unacceptable for my class, so I had to walk. Several miles. In the noon sun. And there's a heat wave going on. And just to cap it all, right as I finally arrived, that second bus pulled up at the school stop. Yeah, I missed my first class anyways. AREN'T WE BEING JUST A LITTLE BIT OVERKILL? As it turns out, some kind of curse must have been placed on the family, because everybody else had rotton days too, from administrative work hassles to other people having bus troubles too to attacking soda machines to X-Boxes eating their games. We all went out and bought some liquid relief after dinner. You guessed it, grape for me.
Today. All right, warning, fanfiction.net related stuff ahead. So, today is three months to the day since the goon squad there busted up my account. I just checked, and everything's back to normal. So I return triumphantly to finish the job of Mega Man 4 TDD. And, if that wasn't enough, I stuck up the first five chapters of my next work, Breath Of Fire: War Of The Dragons. Looking forward to the reviews on both the awaited end of the first and the new second.
SO THAT WAS MY WEEK. Don't have pictures yet, unfortunately. SOON, SOON. |
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| Well, no bears. |
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| 10:56am 23/08/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: Call Me Call Me-Cowboy Bebop
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Back from Yosemite trip. Now, instead of summarizing the entire thing in a tepid paragraph or two, I'm just going to copy-paste the log I kept during the trip. Be warned, it's kinda long. I'd "cut" it for length if I knew how the heck to do that, but... I don't. Bleah. PICTURES SOON.
Yosemite Log-August 2004
Tuesday, August 17
Well, today was-apparently-the day we left home and arrived in Yosemite. Or so I thought. GUESS AGAIN, MAGGO. Seems the ‘rents aren’t too keen on a ten-hour drive, so the plan was, in reality, to leave at noon, drive seven hours up to Fresno, stay the night at a hotel there, then drive the rest of the way tomorrow. That’s what the plan was. What really, REALLY happened was, due to general incompetence on the parts of all of us (but mostly dad, who suddenly remembered several hours of office work he still had to do), we left at around 3 PM. This start does not bode well for our future. Took Lucy-the-dog with us in the car to her kennel on the way, and nothing was severely destroyed, so she must have been feeling docile. Then it was on the road again. Around six, we found a Denny’s diner, where an amusing incident entailed involving my brother Kevin and the waitress over would you like some vegetables with your chicken yes you WOULD like vegetables with your chicken young man now what kind do you want okay I’ll surprise you. Now it’s 10 PM and we’re staying at a hotel... and apparently, for some bizarre reason, our television recieves shows Maine time. Okay.
Wednesday, August 18
On the road again was today’s morning, after a free “breakfast.” I’m sorry, but if all the options contain nothing but fiber and poorly synthesized condiments, I’m not sure if it qualifies. Oh, there were rubber eggs too, my bad. So basically the same kind of free breakfast served in hotels across the entire US. ANYWAYS, stopped by at the last town before the big forest to pick up supplies at the grocery store. I’m not sure if a twelve-pack of grape will last me, but it’ll have to do, I guess. The better news is, mom’s going to take advantage of her time without having to work fourteen hours a day six days a week to actually cook our meals for us, and trust me when I say she could go pro at that if she really wanted to. Tonight’s selection was barbecued ribs and twice-baked potatoes, following an unhealthy game of Scrabble in which my other brother, Cory, trounced us all so badly I think he had some way of sneaking tiles out of the bag without us seeing. Anyways, the cabin looks VERY nice; only downside is, the fridge appears to be too old to work right and we just bought $300 worth of food. I think dad’ll get it straightened out, though. For some reason, the management at these places always becomes very helpful when a guest who happens to be a lawyer has a big problem with something.
Thursday, August 19
A guy came out and fixed our fridge, so everything’s good there. After an excellent bacon omelette served to me and Cory (mom and Kevin got sausage, and for some disgusting reason, dad wanted a tomato omelette), today turned out to be deep-thinking morning. I’ll spare the cynics in all of you from a whole minute wasted in eye-rolling and snide comments by summarizing that I figured out that I’m slightly crazy (so I fit in with today’s online society) and I’m mentally ready to leave the house this winter or next summer or whenever. Took more than it sounds when you realize I’ve spent 99% of my life within ten miles of one house. Yeah, I really need to get out more. Anyways, after that I just spent most of the day reading books and playing game boy games wherever I could get a nice view of the forest (Side Note: Bass Deluxe.EXE can kiss my digital ASS! Ha ha!). ‘Rents won’t let me go out into the actual woods myself on account of mountain lions, but hey, where I’m at, just hanging out out back is an experience. Turkey enchiladas for dinner, followed by an ill-fated game of Computer Risk in which all parties declared world peace after discovering it took a minute to load the battle mode every time, then another Scrabble. I lost again, despite having all the letters for KLUTZ that would have blown the freaking game out of the water had I ever been able to play on a triple or even double word spot. I didn’t. Bawl. Something I forgot to mention last night: We’re taking the opportunity of being up here to finish up Cowboy Bebop for mom and pop, who have been watching the episodes off my tapes after being hooked when I took them to see the movie in a theater at Hazard Center (yes, there really is a place called that in my city) more than a year ago. The only downside to this is that my mom insists on singing along to the closing credits. MY EARS, THEY WANT TO DIE.
Friday, August 20
Breakfast was scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, and cinnamon rolls. As you might imagine, even the human toothpick (AKA moi) was bloated by the end of it. Urp. After that, took a hike (down established roads, but it’s better than nothing) to the local Pine Tree Market, where us kids have been going during our stays at Yosemite ever since I was too short to reach a doorknob. Hasn’t changed much. Didn’t think it would. That’s a good thing, in case you couldn’t tell. Rest of the day was uneventful, but hey, I like it that way up here. Helped mom make taco salad for dinner (yes, it does taste better than it sounds and no, it does not actually contain tacos). Watched more Bebop. Turning in early since there’s no shows to stay up for tonight. Zzz.
Saturday, August 21
Not really much to say about today; just hung around and tried not to think about how this was the last real day here. Went out on a hike with Cory, saw a bunch of stuff, took pictures. Played one last game of Scrabble, lost to dad by a freakin’ measly ten points. Eggs goldenrod for breakfast, and clean-out-the-fridge leftovers for dinner. Forgot that we recieve shows at Maine time and missed the majority of the good Cartoon Network new shows in the evening. Argh. Showed ‘rents last episodes of Bebop. Depression ensued. Packed up early since we’re leaving early tomorrow.
Sunday, August 22
We had expected to leave at 9:30. We actually left... at 9:45, which almost gave us all heart attacks. Fifteen minutes late was an all-time best for us. Made the drive back with an actual minimum of fuss, stopping for lunch at a Wendy’s about half way, and got back before the traffic really kicked in at seven hours on the DOT later, at 4:45. Freaky. Ride was uneventful. I’m typing this back at home at my desk. I start college again in a week. I WANNA GO BACK~
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| Oh look, a bear ARGHMYFACE |
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| 05:21pm 16/08/2004 |
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Ah heh. Yeah. So, tomorrow the family, we go to Yosemite forest up north for a week or so. The 'rents, they're gonna be lounging around as much as possible to try and recover from having to work sixteen hours a day six days a week for half a year. The brother-type creatures, they're gonna enjoy having a super large cabin with a billiard table and cable tv so they don't miss their shows, and being able to bring their Gamecube and X-Box. (Yes, they bought one. Yes, I have so far managed to restrain the old part of me that grew up with the Sega-Nintendo console wars from gutting it with a butcher knife. So far.) Me... the first evening there, as soon as the sun starts to set, I'm getting some grape soda, going out on the porch, and I'm just going to sit there and think until ten PM. As a matter of fact, I'll probably be doing a lot of that up there. What can I say? Getting away from it all (and by that I mean REALLY getting away, not one of those hyperactive "vacations" where you spend every day blasting around from one tourist trap to another until you're more worn-out than you were when you arrived that seem so popular in today's culture) feels damn good. And yeah, I need some time to think. As I've probably said before, for the past year I've just been blundering through college with all the grace and skill of a blindfolded, drunken bull rhinocerous, and it's about time I actually gave more than a few passing moments of thought as to what the hell I'm actually going to be doing in the future.
SO ANYWAYS, I'LL BE BACK IN A WEEK. I'll see yas all then, unless the grizzlies get me. |
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| 08:24am 06/08/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: Cut Man Remix-Mega Man Remix OST
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Weeeeeeeell, yours truly went to the dentist the other day and made an unpleasant discovery. Apparently, my wisdom teeth have been caving in with rot at hyper speed over the past three months without me noticing. So I get to have them pulled in a few weeks. I suppose it's better than leaving them there, but still. Also, despite previous assurances that he's not going to kick me out of the house, senor daddy threatened it while awakening me at maximum volume early this morning. Apparently, because I'm a lazy bum, I don't work fourteen hours a day six days a week like he does, and I wake him up at two AM by... opening a door. To use the bathroom. If going on vacation next week doesn't fix him some, I may even take him up on that offer without waiting for his declaration. And now, to make you forget all my grumpy ranting, I will turn into a drunken three-headed yak and do a little dance.
*Turns into a drunken three-headed yak and does a little dance* |
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| 11:22am 21/07/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: Experimental Film-They Might Be Giants
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That, and this looked more interesting than these usually are. Stolen from spug, evilbrainfreeze, jinnnamoa, and probably a buncha other people. RESPOND IN COMMENT PLZ
1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you? |
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| Well, it was bound to happen eventually. |
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| 12:37pm 02/06/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: Cranky Kong's Lab-Donkey Kong 64
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Welp, I've been paid a visit by the fanfiction.net goon squad, and quite cheerfully had my legs broken. It was over some really old piece of crap that I haven't even glanced at in two years that apparently violated one of the million fancy new shiny rules and regulations. WHEEE! So long, update access for three months! Fuggitall. Unleash your imagination and free your soul, my magical a-
*WE INTERRUPT THIS GRUMPY OLD RANTING TO INFORM YOU THAT THIS IS A STEREOTYPICAL FANFICTION.NET HATING BLABBER. WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED GRUMP.*
-straight to Chimpoland and make 'em work as janitors there for the rest of their miserable existences. Sigh. I'm gonna go get sloshed on carbonated grapes now. |
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| Escape From Alcatraz, and other wastes of your time |
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| 04:25pm 29/05/2004 |
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mood: grumpy music: A World Without Danger-Code Lyoko
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UPDATE ON MY LIFE. Well, as of last Thursday, my college semester was over with. Hooray, yippee. And my brothers are still in school. HAR. Now, I figure I've got about two weeks to a month of happiness in goofing off and just plain enjoying life until my grades come in. At which point, we shall launch the infamous question of "Is THIS the semester in which Magus' grades get him ejected from the house and ostracized by the family?!" Inquiring minds don't want to know! I figure it's a fifty-fifty chance this time around myself. WE'LL KNOW SOON~! But until then, I'm just gonna have fun, you know, being alive. And yes, to the wiseass reading this, for me that DOES mean grumpy.
Also, Yu Yu Hakusho, Inu Yasha, Code: Lyoko and Megas XLR are rocking the house lately. Yes, I know the last two are the worst of all imaginable sins, cartoons that are partially influenced by anime but aren't from Japan (GASP, SCREAM, CHOKE) (In no particular order) but, truth to tell, I don't give a flying fuck. They're fun shows to watch, and that's all I really care about. Plus, Code: Lyoko is actually from France. How often does THAT get shipped over here?
Also, my mother and grandmother appeared on some website in a photo with Donny Brooks. I thought that was cool. |
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