I'm not sure I'll be able to get to sleep tonight. I'm very awake, and shaking a lot more than the coldness of these early hours would have me themselves. I'm sitting next to a giant pile of unadulterated me laying on the floor, the likes of which I haven't seen since I was 18. In its absence, the house of a competent adult has been exposed. A competent adult had been creating the pile just earlier, in great anguish judging by the sound, and a naive child makes a livejournal post, unsure of what to do or say or what she's thinking.

Every so often I realize I'm just this tiny squishy sentient blob rolling around, for an instant, on top of an very thin layer of cooled molten rock. And I'm not sure what I want to do with that. If I've learned anything, it's that I shouldn't get myself into situations where I'm tied down, because I don't want to spend the rest of my life doing the same thing. I love eating at Korean BBQs, not only because it's delicious, but because you get 20 little bowls of rice toppers that are always different and that you can't make heads or tails of. At buffets, I fill my plate with a single bite of every offered dish.

I have lots of things to learn about gravity, among many other things, and I have a lot of growing up to do. It's been a long, weird, weird vacation up here, and the best years of my so far moderately short life. If all goes well, I can probably move into my mom's fully furnished condo in Dallas that she left behind for Saudi Arabia and has to keep paying bills for until she can sell it. The job market is better towards the center of the country, and between my mom, step-dad and Michelle I shouldn't have too much of a problem acquiring a job somewhere. I plan to finish up my bachelor's and then look around at where I am to see where to go from there.

David's been a great friend for these past ten or so years, and a great boyfriend, and a great husband. Once I stomped out on a hot summer day, and he drove around for a long time, although he hadn't slept, to find me. He brought a sports drink, and when he did find me, he was only glad. He drove me home, and fell asleep next to me on the couch. I started a large fire inside the house, but after crisis was averted, he took me right back into his arms without a trace of anger five minutes later, although just earlier our house had just been in real danger of burning down. And I can never tell him how amazing, how poignant that was. I don't regret any of the last five years at all, in fact, I loved and enjoyed it so much, and I hope he did too.

But there's a feeling that nags at me more every day, that I shouldn't stop here, that I should find a way to truly appreciate what had been handed to me at the start. With every moment, infinite possibilities are breathing in and out of existence. I don't know if I'll be gone forever, or what kind of life I'm heading into. That's what brought me here in the first place, jumping off without a safety net, without really knowing where it'd get me. And I'm falling again.

We're studying the ancient Americas in art history, and something struck me as familiar about the Temple of the Feathered Serpent.



Belome lives in a temple, has a living statue double of himself that guards his room of treasure, and is basically a giant dog head with arms and legs. I'd never made the connection before :\

I'm beginning to Christmas shop. I know exactly what I'm getting everyone. You can begin preparing for old comic book wrapped present-ing now >:D Except for those who are receiving gifts in the form of book design (2 count) or those excepting, those who know what your gift is (1 count).

The walk to the Glove Factory yesterday was just awful D: By the time I'd reached my destination I was soaked, the fierce winds having transformed my umbrella into a rake. However, I saw 'SAY NO 2 BUMS' spraypainted on the sidewalk as I approached, which signaled the beginning of a turn for the better.
I remembered there was a print sale going on, so I attended, and there were free refreshments (No one ever said there was free food. Do they want people there or not o.O?), including hot apple cider to thaw out my ice block encased hands. I had some couscous, but it had mint in it :-( Then I went to class and painted rats for three hours.

...Shuffle is getting really weird. It's a lighthearted, ecchi renai harem show thingy, but here in these last few episodes it went from being like Excel Saga silly to something I find myself describing to Roswell as 'pretty fucked up'. I was beginning to get a little bummed that the main character was going to end up with the girl next door which always happens, but then it took a sharp 90 degree turn, he ends up with one of the side chicks and the show turns into a solemn, desolate and creepy documentary of the girl next door's psychological decay. It has scenes of a child dropping a box cutter into another child's eye, for instance, which is just really, really weird considering the way this show started off o.O

Okay, Pika book should be here around the 20th, hopefully in time to give to Amber.

What could be the harm of turning in this essay the way it is o_o I swear I'd probably get a D. My great plan for tonight was to get hammered and find a finished essay waiting for me when I woke up the next morning, I mean, that always worked for NaNoWriMo. But I'm just soooo tired and have to work early in the morning o_o. And you know what, it turns out the wine didn't help with the tiredness thing D:

The hugest cat I've ever seen was a white cat named Angel, belonged to my grandma's friend in Kansas. The cat was 24 pounds, apparently, according to this old comic. That is, as big as four Roswells. It died when it was two.
I can't stop going on to David about that silly cat, so now, the touching illustrated posts of my adventures in Kansas with Angel, first chronicled during my trip to Kansas in March of '04, fashioned in the absence of Internet through a laptop's touchpad.
Now that I've lived in Yankee land for a few years, I know it's Munchers Crunchers and Panana Panara >.>

( Read on for several feet of ancient comic entries )

Okay, I think I'm almost ready to challenge Ginseng's dad again. I'm ready to write 'I'm the master of Bejeweled Twist' on the cast of a broken arm through tears and a smile. My newest high score is 543,050 at level 16, which I believe one will find is awesome enough to have fallen somewhere on the Steve dominated high score board at the Mileur's. It wouldn't beat his highest score, but I think I might be content to just have a score on there at all. For now >:3 If I can manage to find a free hour sometime I might try it o.O

Cheated to win NaNoWriMo. I felt kind of bad about it, but it wasn't so bad if I tried my best to ignore text congratulating me o_o It's my ticket to a free book printing >.>

Really, really, really need to make this essay three pages longer in (checks calendar) a day. o_____o

...Polaris was a band created from a mish-mash of other bands specifically for the purpose of providing songs for Pete and Pete. There are no other albums. Also, Hey Sandy: First verse- gibberish. Second verse- barely comprehensible English. Gibberish actually = English? Once when asked what was being said, Polaris refused to answer o.O The world will never know.
Edit: Maybe the world does know! Or at least the Internet does. According to Internet, the gibberish is "could you settle to shoot me", which I suppose he didn't want to divulge with Pete and Pete being a kid's show and all. Wow O.O

And now for a Profounded special extra edition-
Universal Studios Theme Parks Adventure for the GameCube

In this game, you gain points mostly for picking up trash, but also for sitting through a segment of Waterworld. Seriously. There are other minigames, but the Waterworld 'game' is sitting through footage of Waterworld.

USTPA has really awful reviews on GameFaqs- generally 1 or 2 out of 10- but come on, some of the minigames have to be the best realized interactive entertainment that ever came out of those licenses.
Let's compare-

I don't even really know what the heck is supposed to be going on in the NES game, but in USTPA you're in a flying DeLorean ramming another flying DeLorean through the ice age and dinosaur volcanoes and stuff.

In an aside: BTTF: the ride closed down in 2007 after being in operation for about 15 years. But it's still open in Universal Studios Theme Park Japan. Clearly, my only options now are to fly to Japan or build a time machine and travel back two years. Actually it might be better if I didn't, because I would hyperventilate and expire upon entering. However, if for whatever reason I get to decide how I die, I absolutely know what I'm choosing.


In Jaws for the NES, a diver collects shells. All I need to know about the minigame in USTPA is that I see a shark.

1) Can't breathe out of my nose. Couldn't taste anything at Thanksgiving dinner o_o
2) Wheezing cough.
3) What I suppose may be Crohn's exacerbated by stress related intestinal problems
4) Feel awful
5) Work 2PM to 10PM on Black Friday, lone "stocker" in Walmart's the toy department (BTW that's how they justify my getting paid one notch above a door greeter).
5a) OMG why don't I just become a door greeter D8
6) If I call in once, or come in late to work three more times, I'm fired.
7) Calling in on Black Friday = instant termination, anyway.
8) Four page paper due on December 2nd. Right now it's one page.
9) DAMMIT
10) DAMMMMIIITTTTT

Oh yeah, also things which might not suck. As much. Probably sending out Pika book today. Also, weighing in at around 30 pages-

Dear Janice of the future,
This is the Janice of the past. I just want to tell you that your burritos are delicious, even if sober Janice thought they weren't very good before. And you agreed to meet Allison and Ginseng at Ginseng's house at 10 o' clock tomorrow morning (that is Tuesday, I just checked). For adventuring. Bring best armor and weapons, many slimes to be killed, many experiences to be gained. And a mysterious breakfasting.

Ginseng and Allison beat Janice and Mitch at Cranium, by cheating, and sleepiness. Mitch is actually an android and cannot comprehend things which are not literal, which makes charades impossible, because I'll never actually, physically be a love seat. But he knows that pi is an irrational number, and that humans are a bane to the Earth destined for extermination.

The next day post: Woke up with a pretty bad cold, possibly the same one I've been having off and on, and felt very, very tired. Called in to breakfasty adventure thing. It's raining outside anyway. Slept for a total of about 12 hours, and eventually got up though still feeling exhausted, just because I have things to do o_o

Oh yeah, it all makes sense now! Mitch is an android, not a clone, as I had previously proposed. This explains why there is no evidence of his childhood, as well as why he doesn't require sleep or food and can't use contractions.

Wow, I've been feeling extraordinarily crappy these past couple of days. Normally it's just the one tiredy migrainey day a month. And I need to finish a report outline by Friday -_- Hopefully I'll be feeling chipper and ready to think by tomorrow >:3 Hopefully I'm not coming down with a cold o_o
Basically the only options left to me in this state are playing Bejeweled, browsing Wikipedia, watching Shuffle or making Livejournal posts. And sleeping. I don't feel like doing anything more involved than that. Not like writing a paper, playing an RPG, or working on any of my projects o_o


Also, I visited the YouTube and picked out that scene I can't stop mentioning from Eek the cat XD

Today's interesting Wikipedia finds-
2-XL
I'd only known the Tiger Electronics version released in the 90s (mine currently in working condition and displayed next to the front door), but that was 2-XL's second coming. It was first released as a frightening yet identical sounding eight-track version in the 70s.


Adults love him! Playboy says so.

90s era less scary cassette tape 2-XL- Had its own game show created and hosted by Marc Summers called Pick Your Brain. That doesn't sound unfamiliar o.O

And now for something mostly different-
The First Video Game System

It was the first computer built specifically for playing a game. 1951- NIMROD, plays the game of Nim, and only the game of Nim. 60 years later- I can play Myst on a device smaller than a bar of soap. The NIMROD, standing 9 feet by 12 feet by 5 feet, can be considered to be the spiritual predecessor to the X-Box, which was designed with the sole intention of playing the game of Halo.

Next day edit: I have a cold, damn it o_o

I've put together a special Something Like 5 Years Anniversary: Ginseng's Theme Edition of the Battlefest OST. I don't think I've ever put out a compilation of Battlefest tunes before, but I think the music for that project was pretty uniformly alright, especially considering I'd only been making midis for about two years at the time. I can't say that about many other projects I've worked on o.O

Battlefest OST.zip- 5 megs, 7 minutes total, 1.5 million nanosecond long tracks




Bonus: 5+ years old remix of Ginseng's theme done by someone who's not me o.O Made by some guy who went by NiGHTS at Revolution Anime.

(NiGHTS) TETRAG REMIX- 1.7 megs, about 2 minutes

I found it! The source of the snowman warming himself over a pile of burning money!



Now the image makes more sense. Sort of.

I was going to spend the evening playing LOTRO, but instead I find myself... unleashing my Wii's hidden potential. And what a potential it is. My opinion of the Wii has been increased ten-fold. It's like stumbling into some different, wonderful dimension with rainbows for air. It's like learning that this whole time, since November of 2006, the Wii had the ability to produce unlimited amounts of candy and all I had to do was ask. And I'm not even going to use the capability this allows me to cheat people out of their hard earned development money. There are things like visual novel engines, homebrew games, all kinds of cool crap. Whelp, here I go, back to rainbowland :D

Mysterious pasta update- An anonymous source recently commented on this journal entry, wherein I pondered about the origins of the perplexing shapes found within an ambiguously labeled can of Chef Boyardee pasta.
According to the source, "They are NHL hockey themed. If you peel off the generic "pasta shapes" label (I soaked my can in water) you will uncover an entirely different Chef Boyardee label... in French and English... for the Canadian market".

So there. I don't know how to get in touch with them, but this person wins the 5 Janice points promised within the entry :P That was one outcome I would have never, ever considered, NHL logos o.O I searched for "NHL Chef Boyardee" in the hopes of digging up a little more info about this strange phenomenon, and found a blog entry about it.

Oh yeah, think I'm giving up on Nanowrimo this year -_- I wouldn't've, but I have some intensive report writing to do, lack of a car so my writing schedule is messed up, started several days late and came down with the flu. I just don't think finishing a 50,000 word novel in a month is in Coatlique's plan for me this year.

Still feeling pretty crappy, but hope to make it out to school tomorrow. Absent from two classes today -_-"

I was up pretty early today, so I decided to take a whack at Nanowrimo even though at this point I'd be three days behind. I've decided to attempt to novelize Tomes and Talismans. I never had to watch it in school, but David introduced me and I was at once enchanted. I even made a Tomes and Talismans remix a couple years back or so. It uploaded wonky and skips :\
Anywho, 2,341 words into the novelization so far. Basically, I describe what's happening in the show, quote what the characters say verbatim, and interject whatever nonsense I feel like rambling on about in the gray areas.

An excerpt:

In an attempt to quell Lester's bizarre anxiety, his boss began to give him a tour of the instructional application she'd assembled. “Here's the Dewey Decimal Classification System. In the card catalog, they'll find subject, title and author cards guiding them to books based on facts and information.”
This resonated with Lester, and his eyes brightened. “Oh yeah! You mean non-fiction, like uh, history, science, and art.”
Secretly his boss wondered how this man became hired for this job in the first place. His apparent ineptitude at the workings of the Dewey Decimal System and all related matters made her viscerally revolted. In fact, none of her moronic, orange clad subordinates could possibly revere the Dewey Decimal System in the way it truly deserved. She was sure that not one of these heathens had even one elaborately constructed shrine to Melvil Dewey within their homes, and had probably not even attended service at a Church of Melvil Dewey since the previous Sunday. She happened to glance into Lester's vapid doe eyes for a moment before she next spoke, and she pitied him for being completely naive of the murderous ruminations playing about behind her own eyes like the flickering of flames.
“Exactly, Lester, and they'll find cards guiding them to made up books, written purely from the author's imagination.”

Lego Rock Band is out, but my wallet's just not feeling it :\ Someday though, I will pretend to demolish a building by pretending to perform the Final Countdown. I must >:D

Browsing old LJ posts of mine. I use to make them a lot more on an hourly basis than I do now, even going as far as to write exactly what I was working on or eating throughout the day o.O In a stroke of irony in May of 2005 I had posted, "Then we went to Walmart and loitered real good-like! Jay and I had a cat fight, him wielding a stuffed tiger 'numchuck' and I a lioness 'broadsword'. Later I cruised around on a tiny bike I pulled off the display, and the Walmart employees didn't seem to care!" About six months later, I would be working in that very Walmart's toy department 8O

( Special edition post with LJ commenter stats )

Despite feeling so awful yesterday, I thought I'd try to venture out today, but came back even worse than when I started o_o As of right now, I am feeling like so many different kinds of crap. To summarize, I have school and work, the flu, and no transportation.

About a year or so ago, I began setting up a GURPS campaign. I made a bunch of character note cards, set up some maps and a story, and set it aside until I had no idea what was going on. Now I present to the viewing public for the first time ever-
The GURPS Campaign That Time Forgot


( Read on, if you are so daring. )

Wow, David and I've been having some really crappy days here. As he noted, it's a full moon. Rossy pushed his iPod into the sink I think, doesn't work. Rossy also pushed the 20+ year old framed baby picture of me onto the floor, frame shattered. We've been coming down with the flus, but I think everyone is :\
While flued-up today, I drove out to Farm Fresh, and the steering in my car broke or something. Never seen anything like that happen to a car before, part of the underside of the car was resting on the ground, and I couldn't move it o.O
At least I was doing well enough for Halloween and pre-Halloween. At various points, absinthe was drank, Little Monsters and Dead Alive were watched, Mario and Luigi costumes were worn, and an attempt was made to drunk dial Mike Jittlov. Dead Alive was like the craziest zombie movie ever. As David had said, I don't know why anyone bothered making zombie movies after that.

Hadn't been to Ginseng's house in a while, but it looks like Bejeweled has moved into another sequel. Bejeweled, Bejeweled 2, and now Bejeweled 3: Bejeweled Twist. After beating everyone at Ginseng's house and become World Bejeweled Champion, Janice Hutchings is enjoying her Bejeweling and top lifestyle, being everyone's idol. Janice believes she has nothing more to prove and is ready to retire. But Bejeweled brawler Ginseng's dad becomes the No. 1 contender and demands a match with Janice for the Title. Ginseng's dad brutally beats Janice. She must now try to forget about her last brutal bout with Ginseng's dad, and try to regain the title and the confidence of everyone, and also try to get back the "eye of the tiger". Can Hutchings win her Title and dignity back?
Seriously, I thought I was doing pretty well, but after like a 30 minute game, I saw the high scores, and every one was by 'Steve' and like 5 times my own o.O 119,000 points versus 600,000+ points o.O At the suggestion that I might beat his score, Ginseng's dad laughed and said something like, "If you break my score, I'll break your arm!" So that's it. I've gotta get that eye of the tiger, train in Bejeweled Twist, and come back to beat that score. I won't stop until Ginseng's dad breaks my arm >:3

I had to listen to Raditude. It was one of those 'on name basis alone' kind of things, but in this case it turned out to be a mistake o.O The music and lyrics were cheerful and bland, and the tone of the whole thing was incredibly ghey. I'm borderline considering deleting it.

I acquired some Thomas Dolby to wash that crap out of my ears. Airwaves is like getting a soothing brain massage from the 80s itself. Also, now I have two songs with Europa in the title sung in British accents. I think the Prozzak song might've been alluding to the Thomas Dolby song, what with the whispering of 'Europa' occurring throughout both songs. Or it could be a coincidence :P

Have a graphic design history midterm tomorrow. Fairly intensive but I haven't studied at all. I'm staring at this study guide trying to absorb any of it and it's just beading off like rain on a windshield. I think I'll just wing it and see what happens o_o

New MSChat Monday



Made a Mario soundboard for any time I need to impromptu-foley an episode of the Super Mario Bros Super Show. Should come in handy at Halloween. I can even use it in tandem with my UMPC :D Now that I know how to make soundboards, I might get around to making that ultimate sound effect board I keep talking about.

Oh yeah, Geocities as we knew it is dead o.o I was going through, saving all my files at the last minute, when at a certain point I could no longer preview files. It was because the file manager I was using to view them had been deleted o.O But I still had the page pulled up with links to all my files, and saved them all ;_;
I can't tell how old the files are anymore, but the earliest ones dated back to December of 1998, including my earliest HTML writing. The earliest evidence of cooperative project with David was some Final Fantasy Dreamshard stuff from January of 2000.
Back a decade or so ago, I'd browse the tiny Internet collecting original midis from English and Japanese sites, and a lot of those were uploaded there. I wonder if the creators even remember those songs, or still have them saved somewhere o.O Some have information about how to contact the author within them, but it doesn't seem to do much good now. I might put out some remixes of these mysterious forgotten tunes :3



Things saved worthy of note: Tiny graphics from the syndication era Dragonball Z website, stuff from the first rendition of the official American Pokémon website, my official unofficial comic adaptation of the cold opening to SCR Episode 2 (page 1, page 2), and the six pages that got finished of the comic David wrote and I drew, Legend (Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6). It's sort of embarrassingly bad art for someone who was 16 or 17 at the time o.O And I bet David feels the same about his writing XD

We were working on our surrealist scale/proportion projects in 2D Foundations, when suddenly the class was called out to attend some kind of art show going on down the hall.

I don't know what the C4 club is, but perhaps sculpture making is only one of the many activities they engage in outside of being a plastic explosive.



The exhibition was titled quite aptly, as I can imagine there being the equivalent of exactly one fistful of awesome dispersed throughout the entire exhibition room. Unfortunately at such low concentrations, awesomeness becomes functionally nonexistent :-(



No, they weren't serving food. That was one of the pieces: a table set with napkins, plastic cups and Parmesan cheese o_o

Last night, I awoke to find David apparently asleep but functional with eyes open. He was rubbing my hand against his knuckles, and said, "Could you do something for me? Could you get the paint off right here?" He was speaking like a kid or something XD
Me: "What?"
Sleeping David: "Could you get the paint off right here?"
Me: "Okay."
Sleeping David: "I luvv you :D"
Then he turned over and went back to sleep XD

Right after I got up today, a transformer blew out, sounded like a gunshot and rattled the floor a bit, lost electricity. Came on right as I was leaving -_-"

Club Nintendo hat came in :D :D :D It's of higher quality than the one that came with the Mario costume, of course. It's fuzzy stuffed plush like a toy, instead of foam. Now I'm not sure what to do- right now those go for about $20 on eBay, and I expect the price will increase. I'll probably end up ripping it open and trying it on before I finish this post.

Downloaded a game called Zenonia for the iPod. It's a Korean 2D top-down action RPG (required likening to LTTP here). It was on sale for $3, so what the hell. Basically it's a supposedly 40 hour long patchwork quilt of every 16-bit RPG convention ever created. It is neither good (Chrono Trigger) nor bad (Lagoon) enough to be especially enjoyable. The game uses a virtual directional pad, which to those uninitiated, translates to virtual Power Glove. To those who have never used a Power Glove, imagine your character's movements are determined by buttons placed on the floor of a gerbil cage in some remote location. At least I have an outlet for disappearing cute monsters and making numbers go up on the iPod now.