The cat of my SG leader recently died. The cat was 20 years old, so it was kind of expected, but still. And the death probally hit her even harder then it would most people, because if anyone knows anything about the SG I'm in, it's that it's extremely cat based, with the leader's character being named after her cat. Haveing a cat die is not the best feeling though. After I heard about her cat's death, I thought about all the cats my family has had, and their untimely demise.
The first cat I remember was Spooky. We had her back when we lived at the old house (about 15 miles from where I currently live) and I was I think 8ish at the time. Spooky was a black cat, except for right under the neck where she had a white patch of fur. She was also a very outdoors cat, and often times brought home her treats, dispite the fact that she was disclawed. I never once picked her up, because I was too afraid I might harm her. She died at the age of seven, about 10 minutes before we could take her to the vet. I think it was kidney disfunction. We had her cremated and, even though it's been at least ten years, no one has had the heart to bury the ashes. The second cat we had was Niki. I'm not quite sure on the cat's gender, but I do know Niki was a very strange cat, and would spend most of the time hiding under furniture. We had Niki the same time we had Spooky, and after we moved, Niki didn't mentaly survive the relocation. I think Niki was 15 when we put the cat to sleep. While Niki was still with us, but after Spooky died, we took in a stray cat we named Sasha. She had grey fur, and loved to be petted. Shortly after moving to the new house, she gave birth to a litter of kittens, only three of whose names I remember. All but (two?) we gave to friends of the family. Supposebly it was two, but I have no recolection of the second one. Anyway, Sasha was also an outdoor kitty, so you loved the fact we moved to a much more rural area. She disappeared a few years after the move. At the time of her disappearance, numerous other pets in the area were disapearing, and there was held a belief of a Bob Catt taking residance on the island. I really don't want to think about Sasha's fate. The (two?) cat(s?) we kept from Sasha's litter were Nemo and Bandit. I still say Bandit never existed, depite the fact everyone in my family claimed he did. My family also said Bandit was my favorite cat of all, but I would have remembered that. Bandit's existence is questionable, which makes his fate to me unknown (I would remember a favorite cat, now wouldn't I?). After Sasha (after Bandit? too) we picked up two more cats (giving a running total of three, remember Nemo?), Phelix and Max. They were brothers. And Max was my favorite. He was kind of blackish, kind of weirdly spotted, with the spots on his head giving a vague impression of the letter M. I remember one time when I landed oddly on my left foot (even though it was a few years ago, I still can't swim with it) and had to crawl back up the stairs, Max just gave me the funniest look. It was kind of a WTF look, but more curious and less angry. At the time I didn't find the look humorous, but looking back I do now. Max went the same way Spooky went, but at least we were able to have him put to sleep, instead of dieing a painfull death in our livning room like Spooky did =(. I miss both cats... but we still have Phelix! Anyway, Nemo is still in the picture by the way (yes, a cat is still alive...), after Max left we got another (again 3 now) cat called Fritz. Fritz is the biggest fuzzball ever!!! He also like to bite people who pet him... hehe. Anyway, after we got Fritz, a friend of mine gave me another cat (whose name will not be posted, so this friend won't know the cat's fate) and Nemo went balistic. And Nemo decided to start claiming territory (yes, the same way other animals do....) and fight Phelix to the point where we had to literaly break the two up, for fear of Phelix's life (Nemo still had claws, Phelix didn't...). It got so bad that we had to give the friend's cat to a local animal shelter, and I really, really, really hope that cat is ok. I kind of loved that cat, even though I only had him for a few months. That didn't solve the Nemo problem, so we had to eventually give Nemo to an animal shelter too. I heard he got adopted by an excellent family, so... anyway, today we have 2 cats. Fritz and Phelix. Thinking about all the cats we had in the past really makes me wonder what sane animal shelter would let us adopt a cat, but I guess there are some out ther... =)
Now for those who don't care too much about cats. I had my preformance review today, and got high marks. If it wasn't the evaluationary review, I might have also gotten a raise, but...Since they're keeping me, they also have decided to allow me to take a drug test, something that should have been done at time of hire, but was somehow overlooked (maybe because one week after I was hired, the HR person quit?).
I picked up two things today. One was a new dictionary. The webster's Collegiate Dictionary. One day I wish to get the Oxford dictionary, but I don't think I'll ever have 90 dollars to spend on a dictionary. Now all I need is a thersourus to use (outside of this online one that is). I also picked up an iTunes FM transmitter. It works ok, but you kind of lose some music quality with it.
I'm so looking foreward to tomorrow!! There is this pagan festival happening at GT Bray park, and I was able to convice one of my (hard core christian) friends to come too! (yes, I know that I go to a lutheran church, in fact, I have church after the fesitval.) As to what my parents think about it, I'll be at BooksAMillion tomorrow (hehe... ya.... ummm... nowhere near those pagans.... hehe). Back in high school I kind of read a few books on it, but since then I never have touched it.
To leave tonight, I have finally written another story. It's still a rough draft, so any constructive critism from anyone will be welcomed. So here's the story, Crows
Rain had not fallen across the land in a long time. Brown, brittle blades of grass covered the country, and where mighty trees once stood, now only dried, dusty husks remained. Except for at the local college.
For it was here that the green went. Grass, lush and full, contrasted sharply with the outlying countryside. Mighty oak trees brought shade to the students, trees with their leaves still lively and vibrant. And to turn this beautiful campus into a paradise, lovely flowers bloomed in well kept gardens.
This eden would have be flawless except for one minor fact. Vast flocks of crows, murders of them, inhabitted the campus. These unsightly beasts were everywhere, and one could not take in the beautyof the campus with out also being taken aback by the hideousness of the birds.
Despite various complaints, the college officials did nothing about the birs problem. In fact, it seemed the opposite was true. For the dryer the outside world became, the more avians there seemed to be. It got to the point where vast flocks of crows would block out the sun.
Taking matters into their own hands, a group of students decided to erraticate the unsightly pests from the school. Armed with tools and objects from home, they began their grisly task. Although no number was recorded, they eliminated enough of the brutes to stain the earth red.
Which was when the administration performed disciplinary actions on the group of students. Each student was taken into the office where, according to the College's records, they were expelled for animal cruelty, possesion of weapons on public property, nad vandalism of campus grounds.
A few days after the students were expelled, there were numerous reports of missing persons. Every single student in the grouo that attacked the crows were missing, and there was a suspiciously high number of homeless people who were unaccountable. The police started an investigation immediatly, which led back to the college.
There the police marveled at how alive the campus was. For it was even more alive than before the students went missing. Yet despite this, or mayhaps because of this, the number of crows increased exponentially.
A quick search of the campus turned up nothing, but a more thorough search found found a conspicious area. For around the administration building they found not one crow.
Despite the faculty's protest, the police began to search the building, and were rewarded in their efforts. For in the back of the building was a stiarwell, and down this verticle shaft did the investigators go.
The stone stairwell went deep into the bowells of the earth. Downward it transversed, downward into a drak, unholy abyss where the only source of light were the officers' flashlights.
Finally, they reached the bottom of the stairwell, and gazed in wonder at the noisy room. Where the outside world was anhydrous, here they were wading in water up to their waists. Pipes that noise could not be heard.
For the room was also a rookery, and it was here that the crows nested. With all the noise that the crows were missing, it took a while for the police to find the source of their food, and the source of the water. But when they did find the heavey stone table, the school was immediatly shut down.
Of what they found on the table, only rumor exists. The offical report states only that the vast number crows warranted a hazardous and unhealthy condition for students.
One officer, though, on his way off campus was rumored to have said "Despite all that, dear God in Heaven, it was still alive!"
Friday, September 30, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
The egregious Music industry
First off, my grandmother is reacting to the Chemo better than expected. Although it makes her sick afterwards, it can improve her longevity a lot more than a few months. We're hoping for a few years, at least long enough to see my sisters graduate from High School (with honors) this summer, probally long enough to see me graduate with a BS in Software Engineering, and mayhaps even see my sisters graduate (one wants to go in for accounting, the other has no idea what she wants to do.) I hope she can live long enough to see great grandchildren, but judging by my relational life, and judging by my sisters relational life, it probally won't happen (it's not THAT, it's just that we kind of are antisocial... but in a good way of anitsocial).
Now onto the music industry. I'm not sure how bad outstandingly bad is, but egregious has been the best word I've found so far to describe the actions of the industry. Right now, they're trying to push the prices of music on iTunes up, regardless of the fact that, including production costs, they make 20 cents MORE per song when purchased online. What they want to do is increase prices of certain songs, and decrease prices of other songs. I shouldn't complain, because the music I like to listen to will probably be the music that decreases in price if their ideas gain sway. The problem, though, is that it would limit me seeking out new music. I have eclatic tastes, to say the least, and I always enjoy finding new, exciting bands. Espicially new bands. Now, if they raise the prices of music, I'm going to be a lot less likely to buy those bands, and that's just not good (stupid vocabulary... I need a better phrase...). Furthermore, think of the psychological effects!!! If a good band, such as Iron Maiden (anybody with the fan base to support numerous cds has to be good, besides, I like them...) had songs that were selling for less than a crappy band, like Metalica (they use to be good, then they generated a lot of bad PR... and they would put out bad albumns), it wouldn't be giving credit to where it's due. And like I said earlier, the music industry is already making 20 cents more per song then theyn would be on a CD, largely because of reduced production costs, and digital media purchases will soon, if it hasn't already, overtake archaic media purchases. So, the music industry is bad! Now if only the movie industry could set up something like iTunes (iShows?), I'd be very happy. (Also add iAnime.... hehe)
I finally made level 30 in City of Heroes!! Yay!!! Soon, I'll be able to get a third costume (I might try to get the witch's hat first), and an aura. That will be so swell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(so swell is a little more old fashioned than cool...)
I think I'm going to try to take writing a little more seriously now. I want to write, not for the joy of writing, but for the joy of having written. Two things bring me a since of accomplishment right now. Writing code, and writing good stories. I want to write code for a living, and everyone says I should write stuff on the side. When I do get finished with the trials of the Feline Fellowship, I might want to submit it to the City of Heroes site, and see what they think about it. It's probally too large, so I'll have to trim some stuff out of it, but if they do except it, well, it really makes my day (despite the fact that I think my writing is wretched)to have people like what I write.
Besides working on my writing, I've been spending my free time reading the FMA manga. The begining is similar to the anime, like Huhges does get killed in a phone booth by Envy (and WAS shot to death...), but the later parts of it are different. VERY different. That's all I'm going to say. That, and that any FMA fan who likes the anime will probably like the manga more.
Anyway, I think I wrote enough to clog the blogspot server, so...
Now onto the music industry. I'm not sure how bad outstandingly bad is, but egregious has been the best word I've found so far to describe the actions of the industry. Right now, they're trying to push the prices of music on iTunes up, regardless of the fact that, including production costs, they make 20 cents MORE per song when purchased online. What they want to do is increase prices of certain songs, and decrease prices of other songs. I shouldn't complain, because the music I like to listen to will probably be the music that decreases in price if their ideas gain sway. The problem, though, is that it would limit me seeking out new music. I have eclatic tastes, to say the least, and I always enjoy finding new, exciting bands. Espicially new bands. Now, if they raise the prices of music, I'm going to be a lot less likely to buy those bands, and that's just not good (stupid vocabulary... I need a better phrase...). Furthermore, think of the psychological effects!!! If a good band, such as Iron Maiden (anybody with the fan base to support numerous cds has to be good, besides, I like them...) had songs that were selling for less than a crappy band, like Metalica (they use to be good, then they generated a lot of bad PR... and they would put out bad albumns), it wouldn't be giving credit to where it's due. And like I said earlier, the music industry is already making 20 cents more per song then theyn would be on a CD, largely because of reduced production costs, and digital media purchases will soon, if it hasn't already, overtake archaic media purchases. So, the music industry is bad! Now if only the movie industry could set up something like iTunes (iShows?), I'd be very happy. (Also add iAnime.... hehe)
I finally made level 30 in City of Heroes!! Yay!!! Soon, I'll be able to get a third costume (I might try to get the witch's hat first), and an aura. That will be so swell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(so swell is a little more old fashioned than cool...)
I think I'm going to try to take writing a little more seriously now. I want to write, not for the joy of writing, but for the joy of having written. Two things bring me a since of accomplishment right now. Writing code, and writing good stories. I want to write code for a living, and everyone says I should write stuff on the side. When I do get finished with the trials of the Feline Fellowship, I might want to submit it to the City of Heroes site, and see what they think about it. It's probally too large, so I'll have to trim some stuff out of it, but if they do except it, well, it really makes my day (despite the fact that I think my writing is wretched)to have people like what I write.
Besides working on my writing, I've been spending my free time reading the FMA manga. The begining is similar to the anime, like Huhges does get killed in a phone booth by Envy (and WAS shot to death...), but the later parts of it are different. VERY different. That's all I'm going to say. That, and that any FMA fan who likes the anime will probably like the manga more.
Anyway, I think I wrote enough to clog the blogspot server, so...
Sunday, September 25, 2005
So tired....
As I have vented before (at least In think I have...), my family has been remodeling the downstairs room of our house. The reason for this is that siince my parents are major Packer fans, and since we live in the home area for the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, we throw a party every time they play each other. this happens about once every two years, since the teams are in differnt leagues/divisions/whatnot. That game is today, about one o'clock, I think. I'm kind of the black sheep of the family since I'm not a sports fan. My sisters play volleyball and golf, I am glues to my computer. Nor am I a lover of televised sports. The last football game I watched was about two years ago. Now hockey on the other hand... ok, I just like going to the hockey games, not watching them on tv. In fact, I really, really, really dislike tv. I watched it when I was younger, but now that I'm not a kid, I either take commercial free video games and movies (err, I do like movie previews...) or books. Television leaves too much lacking. I get my news from news.google.com , not fox. I get my enterainment from City of heroes, not ABC. I waste my life with books, not with flashing colors from a television set. Now I derailed my train of thought.... =(
I'm thinking about putting Mozart onto my iPod. I love instrumental music, ever since I was like 5, and that's what I like in metal. I love the guitar chords, the drum solos, the keyboardiness of it all. Classical music is like that, but with violins, and flutes. I just wish that one day the two genres could merge together into some super genre. I think that would be cool. And I could offer my talents as a violin layer to what ever group decided to make such a band (except, I don't know if they'd want me to play, hehe...).
I'm sorry I didn't include all my CoH friends into the stories so far (yes, I have more than one friend on CoH outside of my SG, I don't know if they read my blog, but I do have more than one.)The story was kind of focusing on the super group, and their (made up) nemisis, Dr. Catopolis. I don't care what anyone else says, I like that name. I kind of got that name off of a title of a pulp fiction story called The Sinister Origins of Dr. Prometheis. I also think Dr. Prometheis is a cool name too. But Dr. Catopolis is better. I apologize again for not including every one of my CoH friends into the story so far.
As for writting up the next chapter of the story, I, umm...., kind of been too busy. Since I've been helping my dad remodel the downstairs for the party, and been going to school, work, and lab, I have barely had time to catch 6 hours of sleep a night, let alone write. On top of that, writters block kind of isn't good (I'll become an excellent author with that kind of writting.... hehe). So I might end up writting a short horror story first to break the writters block. Because, although I have most of the story in my head, I can't hink of the ways to get from point A to point B. I have both Point A and B in my head, but not the path to them. I'm sorry for the lack of story on this post...
Anyway, I need to go out and help my parents finish up getting everything ready...
I'm thinking about putting Mozart onto my iPod. I love instrumental music, ever since I was like 5, and that's what I like in metal. I love the guitar chords, the drum solos, the keyboardiness of it all. Classical music is like that, but with violins, and flutes. I just wish that one day the two genres could merge together into some super genre. I think that would be cool. And I could offer my talents as a violin layer to what ever group decided to make such a band (except, I don't know if they'd want me to play, hehe...).
I'm sorry I didn't include all my CoH friends into the stories so far (yes, I have more than one friend on CoH outside of my SG, I don't know if they read my blog, but I do have more than one.)The story was kind of focusing on the super group, and their (made up) nemisis, Dr. Catopolis. I don't care what anyone else says, I like that name. I kind of got that name off of a title of a pulp fiction story called The Sinister Origins of Dr. Prometheis. I also think Dr. Prometheis is a cool name too. But Dr. Catopolis is better. I apologize again for not including every one of my CoH friends into the story so far.
As for writting up the next chapter of the story, I, umm...., kind of been too busy. Since I've been helping my dad remodel the downstairs for the party, and been going to school, work, and lab, I have barely had time to catch 6 hours of sleep a night, let alone write. On top of that, writters block kind of isn't good (I'll become an excellent author with that kind of writting.... hehe). So I might end up writting a short horror story first to break the writters block. Because, although I have most of the story in my head, I can't hink of the ways to get from point A to point B. I have both Point A and B in my head, but not the path to them. I'm sorry for the lack of story on this post...
Anyway, I need to go out and help my parents finish up getting everything ready...
Monday, September 19, 2005
Apathy, the most dangerous thing in society
Saturday was kind of a hectic day. MY sister was playing volleyball, and during warm ups she kind of, maybe, tore a ligament in her leg. So she's on crutches right now. She's going to take an MRI today to see if it was a toren ligament, or a sprain. If it's the latter, it'll heal in time for her to play volleyball by the end of the season. If it's the former, then she'll have a long time of me steeling her crutches.
Right now, the ABS light in my truck is going on. It wasn't going on after we lifted it out of the sand (my body still doesn't feel right after that...), so I don't think that was the cause. It did start showing after I got it pressure washed at an automated car wash. A carwash that, although it couldn't get the inches of encrusted dust off my vehicle, it was able to remove the blue stipe of paint that goes down the side, thus getting rid of the only naturally non-white part of my truck, and streaking the diirt so that it is no longer the uniform dust grey/brown that it was, but now it's interrupted with white streaks. Needless to say (that's why I'm typing it... hehe), I am not going to that automatted carwash again.
I am so looking foreward to the release of Civ 4, espically since the preorder version (the version I was getting before they even did this promotional) includes the sound track, tech tree, and a nice case to carry it all in. I use my own cd case for everything, but at least I'll have another nice case =). I'd tell everyone everything on my I want to buy it list, but I don't think I can upload that large of a text file onto this site...
Today I promise I'm going to stop being lazy and right up the 7th? 8th? 6th? part of the story series I've been working on for my SG. After this one there should only be 1, maybe two, more stories in it before it's finished. No, Dr. Catopolis will not come to justice in this story. Yes, I will post the other 3ish?, 4ish? stories on my blog.
Anyway, here's the stories...
4) The silent ticking pf plans yet unfurled
Few suspected that on such a calm, peacefull day, the plans of a notorius villian would spring into action. Fewer still believed that City Councilman Dorane, one of the most influential politicians in all of Paragon, had servely, and some say despertly, switched his postion on the Rogue Isles trade issue, and by doing so, opened up access and trade with the islands by mid afternoon.
This was not known to Battlekitten or Kalda Centauri, though. They were too worried about another crisis. For with in the past twentyfour hours, not one minion of the Clockwork King had been seen. Not even damaged or wreckage from the clockwork. No Cogs, Sprockets, Gears, or Oscilators roamed the streets, and this worried numerous superheroes. For in Paragon's entire history, not one villian group had disappeared with out dire repercussions.
So Kalda and Battlekitten were searching the streets for any clue about the Clockwork. Scrap metal, strange or spare parts, and even reports of missing bicycles were investigated by the two, but to no avil. Until they cam across a back alley dumpster not too far outside the Feline Fellowship's HQ.
For in the dumpster, dimly reflecting the light of the mid-morning sun, was a golden cog. And, after Battekitten retrieved it, was found to have the following inscribed on it:
"
TO: Battlekitten & Kalda Centauri
INVITED: matters of grave importance
FROM: The King of Clockwork
"
Battlekitten said one word, "Trap." and to this, Kalda merley nodded. It was clear that the Clockwork King had something wicked panned, but until they could trace the origin of the Golden cog, there would be no way to know for certain what the plot held. Furthermore, both understood that sometimes, to be a hero, you may have to place yourself in direct danger.
For the rest of the day, Kalda and BK investigated smitheries and jewelers. Store after store professed no knowledage of the cog's creation, till sometime near sunset when the two heroes stumbled across a small shop in Independance Port. The man running the shop, a small, squat man that was reminiscent of a used car salesman, told them about a cloaked figure who placed the in order. With little persausin, the shop keeper gave them the address, for the bill was past due, and the shop keeper wanted his money.
With the address in hand, Kalda and BK left Independace Port.
It was with the rising of the cresent moon in the clear, star filled sky that they reached the building. It was in a destitute part of town, sorrunded by run down buildings and graffitied walls. The building itself appeared to once have been a factory, but those prosperous days where obviously over. Despite that, though, BK and Kalda marveled at the building's two front doors. They were mammoth in size, and the top of their curved arches easily reached fifteen feet in height. Along the outside of each door was a complex arrangement of gears, cogs, belts, and widgets with a single piece missing at eye level.
Kalda easily placed the Golden cog in the empty slot in the door, then stepped back and waited. Without warning, a cacophony of noise errupted from the door, the sound of a thousand pieces of factroy machinery working at once. The cogs, gears, and widgets spun and twirled, and with the final twirling of the Golden cog, the two doors opened to reveal what was inside.
5) THe questionable ethics of a desperate man
In Prez Park, a cold wind blew. It orginated in Atlas, blew over the walls and the barriers that seperated the two parts of the city, and found itself in the forests of the park. From there it rose and fell with the terrain, snaked its way out of a river, and found a lone, desperate man standing ontop of a grassy hill.
Dorane turned at the wind, and was surprised to see Shy-la standing behind him. "You said it was urgent." came her response to Dorane's astonished face.
"Yes..." replied a distraught Dorane. "Certain matters in the now opened Rogue Isles need, no, demand, immediate attention. My family... my wife... my son...." and he let his words trail off there, too terrified by the possibilities to continue.
Shy-la nodded, and confidently tried to assure him. "We'll find them, Dorane. I know a few people outside of the Fellowship wh-"
"No!" came the abrupt exclamation. "They requested the Feline Fellowship, and made clear what they would do if others were to be involved. My family is everything to me, and I am not about to gamble their lives."
Shy-la stood there in the darkness, understanding what needed to be done. She was about to turn away, to gather members of the group, when Dorane spoke again in a small, melancholy voice.
"The SS Ambition leaves for Spider City in 15 minutes. And... one more thing. There are no correctional facilities in the Rogue Isles, no teleport network. But I still expect you to neutralize the villians."
Shy-la turned back to Dorane. "I am not a hired killer." And with that, a strong wind blew towards Atlas, leaving a lone, tired man on top of an undistinct hill in Perez Park.
Twenty minutes later, the SS Ambition was coursing through the dark seas, the stary skies and the crescent moon it's only companions outside of the seven cats that stood on it's deck. The witching hour's horizon left much to the cats' immaginaton, but one thing was certain in each of their minds. Only one villian would want the Feline Fellowship, and only one.
6) The cladestine werabouts of the Royal Army
With a loud whirl the mammoth, arhced doors closed behind Battlekitten and Kalda Centauri, plunging the factory into an unescapeable, tangible darkness. With the blackness sournding them, the two gazed into the nigritude abyss, until a single pair of fiendish-green eyes shown in the darkness.
From these green eyes, a beam of white light seemed to shine upwards and downards, illuminating the owner of those demonic eyes. Rusted metal and twisted frames feabily tried to reflect the white light, but it's pathitic attempts went unnoticed to the two heroes.
The thing, or rather the Assmbely Prince, opened it's mouth, and out of it came an unnatural, manufactured voice that seemed to carry with it a certain repulsiveness that no living creature could replicate. "Surrender Now, and no harm will befall you."
Kalda looked at Battlekitten, who arched her eyebrows in an amused way, before she reached into a pouch on her belt. From this pouch she withdrew a single metal orb, no larger than a pea. Electricty crackeled around her hand, and in mere moments the orb was propelled from her left hand, across her shoulders, down her right arm, then flew at the prince at a speed unattainable from anything but a railgun, which was exactly how she used her electric powers.
The sphere impacted the prince's leg, splitting the air with a loud crash as it broke in two. Unable to support itself, the abomination fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces upon impact.
"Nice shot...." came Kalda's awwed voice. Battlekitten though, did not notice the compliment. Instead, her gaze was bedeviled upon the factory floor. For more lights were being turned on, revealing what was hidden in the darkness. Each light illuminated the shadows, and with it showed the hideous numbers of the royal clockwork army. Thousands of clockwork were standing on the factory floor, all readying for an assualt upon Battlekitten and Kalda Centauri.
Battlekitten reached into her pouch again, this time drawing forth a few dozen spheres. She again launched them in railgun fashion, but this time they flew as one fragile ball, with electricty laced through the cracks. It collided with a tesla knight, and on impact the orbs flew in all directions, ripping through sorrunding Cogs and Oscilators like grapshot from a cannon.
Battlekitten looked to see what Kalda was doing, only to find her finishing up her spell. Yelling out the last words of the incantation, "Probing tentacles of Justice!", she pushed her hands forward, and from them a blackness and bleakness far darker than anything natural shot forth. Along the ground dark tentacles began to rise, and these tore at the Clockwork, rending them limb from metalic limb.
The clockwork wern't standing still, though. They were hurdling bolts of elecrticity at the two women. On the occasions it impacted, Kalda had a curative spell ready, and green light would flash as their wounds vanished.
For what seemed like hours, the heroes where engaged in battle. Green light flared, metal orbs flew through the air, and electricity crackled in reply. Occasionly, Kalda would release a jet of darkness from her hands, or the clockwork would advance and get a few of their number close enough to the heroes to do physical damage. Each time though, the heroes repelled the clockwork, preventing them from keeping the ground they gained.
Until the bright blue light flashed. For when it lit the factory, it trapped BK in a cage of pure electricity. Kalda, unthinking, rushed to her side, and with a spell freed Battlekitten from her cage. At the same time, the spell cloaked Battlekitten from sight, bending light around her to make her impossible to see. Unfortunately there was another blue light, and this trapped Kalda in a similar cage.
Not wanting to let the clockwork capture her friend, Battlekitten reached into her pouch to retirve another fistfull of orbs.... only to touch the velvet bottom of the bag. Knowing that without her ammunition, she couldn't combat this many enemies. Helplessly, she watched as the clockwork lifted the cage and carried it, along with it's defenseless inhabitant, across the factory, and down a set of stairs.
Vowing to rescue Kalda before the rise of the morning sun, BK left the factory in search of ammunition and cohorts. For surely the Clockwork King had something truly sinister in mind.
Lurking in the rafters above, the Silhouetted Lynx laughed. Everything was going as she planned, and soon Dr. Catopolis would reward her. She laughed again, a vile, bone chilling laugh, before jumping down on the floor to see to the next phase of her schemes.
7) The Malignant spiders of the giant's city
Barley visible in the feable light of the crescent moon, the carcass of a gaint protruded from the ocean's surface. It's bones, gleaming the sickly yellow of something left far too long in the sun, reflected clearly thier mammoth size, while the foul stench of decay and pestilence still accompanied the rotting husk. Here and their the blighted flesh still clung to the bones, mixing the yellow with a vile brown.
From these bones rose a city, a city that spiralled across the skeleton and blended well with the corpse, and it was here, in the heart of Spider City, that the SS Ambition unloaded its passengers. One by one, the seven members of the Feline Fellowship filed out of the ship, with Shy-la at the front, and Twilight Lynx gaurding the rear. Knowing the amount of distance they had to cover, they were forced to split up their number and search alone.
Twilight Lynx headed south, his blade in hand. Towards the north did Shy-la travel, and Isis Element traveled west. Staying in the east, Pride Warrior and the others readied the defenses of the ship, knowing the value of an easy escape route.
The eerie flames glowed around Isis Element's hands as she headed across the city in search of Dr. Catopolis. With each step she took, she couldn't help but feel the cold, merciless eyes of some manevolent being on her back. Multiple times did she glance over her shoulder, but in the dark of night, she could only see in the radius of her flames.
As she proceeded on, a sinister scrapping nosie, similar to that of nails on blackboard, assualted her ears. Once, while Isis Element was searching an abandonded warehouse, she could have sworn she saw movement from the corner of her eyes, untill a blast of flame revealed only empty spcace.
Finally, in a dead end alley, did she find the source of the noise, but too late. For when she turned to exit the alley, she saw a quick movement, and then sharp pain in her head as the world became a comforting grey.
Twilight Lynx continued south, towards the feet of the giant. His sword reflected the unfeeling light of the moon, and it suited his mood just fine. For nowhere in the metropolis had he seen a single soul, or even a single creature, and that unnerved him. As for noise, only his own foot falls echoed through out the buildings.
One at a time did he investigate the buildings, and each time did he find them empty. No inhabitants, no people, only empty furniture.
With each building, a whirling noise began to build. Almost unhearable at first, it slowly crescendoed into a whail, a banshee's cry. With each increase in noise, Lynx expedited his speed. Faster and faster did he become, and louder and louder the noise was.
The noise was defening in his ears, blocking out even his own thoughts, leaving him manic. Sword out, and running at unholy speeds, he never saw the source of the noise, until he ran into it. From the speed of his crash, he was out cold before he hit the floor.
Shy-la continued north, unaware of the fate of the other cats. She continued on, unseen and unherd, and on numerous occasions did she stop, standing stiller than the buildings that sorrunded her.
Her stillness was rewarded, for she saw in the pale light of the moon another soul in the city. Pale grey fur, tufted ears, and a long tail, there was no doubt in Shy-la's mind that it was a follower of Dr. Catopolis.
She shadowed the unfarmiliar cat, and was eventually led to the most northern part of the island, where the cat entered into a warehouse. Waiting till the slow count of 20, Shy-La approached the door and entered.
Well, that's all of them so far...
Right now, the ABS light in my truck is going on. It wasn't going on after we lifted it out of the sand (my body still doesn't feel right after that...), so I don't think that was the cause. It did start showing after I got it pressure washed at an automated car wash. A carwash that, although it couldn't get the inches of encrusted dust off my vehicle, it was able to remove the blue stipe of paint that goes down the side, thus getting rid of the only naturally non-white part of my truck, and streaking the diirt so that it is no longer the uniform dust grey/brown that it was, but now it's interrupted with white streaks. Needless to say (that's why I'm typing it... hehe), I am not going to that automatted carwash again.
I am so looking foreward to the release of Civ 4, espically since the preorder version (the version I was getting before they even did this promotional) includes the sound track, tech tree, and a nice case to carry it all in. I use my own cd case for everything, but at least I'll have another nice case =). I'd tell everyone everything on my I want to buy it list, but I don't think I can upload that large of a text file onto this site...
Today I promise I'm going to stop being lazy and right up the 7th? 8th? 6th? part of the story series I've been working on for my SG. After this one there should only be 1, maybe two, more stories in it before it's finished. No, Dr. Catopolis will not come to justice in this story. Yes, I will post the other 3ish?, 4ish? stories on my blog.
Anyway, here's the stories...
4) The silent ticking pf plans yet unfurled
Few suspected that on such a calm, peacefull day, the plans of a notorius villian would spring into action. Fewer still believed that City Councilman Dorane, one of the most influential politicians in all of Paragon, had servely, and some say despertly, switched his postion on the Rogue Isles trade issue, and by doing so, opened up access and trade with the islands by mid afternoon.
This was not known to Battlekitten or Kalda Centauri, though. They were too worried about another crisis. For with in the past twentyfour hours, not one minion of the Clockwork King had been seen. Not even damaged or wreckage from the clockwork. No Cogs, Sprockets, Gears, or Oscilators roamed the streets, and this worried numerous superheroes. For in Paragon's entire history, not one villian group had disappeared with out dire repercussions.
So Kalda and Battlekitten were searching the streets for any clue about the Clockwork. Scrap metal, strange or spare parts, and even reports of missing bicycles were investigated by the two, but to no avil. Until they cam across a back alley dumpster not too far outside the Feline Fellowship's HQ.
For in the dumpster, dimly reflecting the light of the mid-morning sun, was a golden cog. And, after Battekitten retrieved it, was found to have the following inscribed on it:
"
TO: Battlekitten & Kalda Centauri
INVITED: matters of grave importance
FROM: The King of Clockwork
"
Battlekitten said one word, "Trap." and to this, Kalda merley nodded. It was clear that the Clockwork King had something wicked panned, but until they could trace the origin of the Golden cog, there would be no way to know for certain what the plot held. Furthermore, both understood that sometimes, to be a hero, you may have to place yourself in direct danger.
For the rest of the day, Kalda and BK investigated smitheries and jewelers. Store after store professed no knowledage of the cog's creation, till sometime near sunset when the two heroes stumbled across a small shop in Independance Port. The man running the shop, a small, squat man that was reminiscent of a used car salesman, told them about a cloaked figure who placed the in order. With little persausin, the shop keeper gave them the address, for the bill was past due, and the shop keeper wanted his money.
With the address in hand, Kalda and BK left Independace Port.
It was with the rising of the cresent moon in the clear, star filled sky that they reached the building. It was in a destitute part of town, sorrunded by run down buildings and graffitied walls. The building itself appeared to once have been a factory, but those prosperous days where obviously over. Despite that, though, BK and Kalda marveled at the building's two front doors. They were mammoth in size, and the top of their curved arches easily reached fifteen feet in height. Along the outside of each door was a complex arrangement of gears, cogs, belts, and widgets with a single piece missing at eye level.
Kalda easily placed the Golden cog in the empty slot in the door, then stepped back and waited. Without warning, a cacophony of noise errupted from the door, the sound of a thousand pieces of factroy machinery working at once. The cogs, gears, and widgets spun and twirled, and with the final twirling of the Golden cog, the two doors opened to reveal what was inside.
5) THe questionable ethics of a desperate man
In Prez Park, a cold wind blew. It orginated in Atlas, blew over the walls and the barriers that seperated the two parts of the city, and found itself in the forests of the park. From there it rose and fell with the terrain, snaked its way out of a river, and found a lone, desperate man standing ontop of a grassy hill.
Dorane turned at the wind, and was surprised to see Shy-la standing behind him. "You said it was urgent." came her response to Dorane's astonished face.
"Yes..." replied a distraught Dorane. "Certain matters in the now opened Rogue Isles need, no, demand, immediate attention. My family... my wife... my son...." and he let his words trail off there, too terrified by the possibilities to continue.
Shy-la nodded, and confidently tried to assure him. "We'll find them, Dorane. I know a few people outside of the Fellowship wh-"
"No!" came the abrupt exclamation. "They requested the Feline Fellowship, and made clear what they would do if others were to be involved. My family is everything to me, and I am not about to gamble their lives."
Shy-la stood there in the darkness, understanding what needed to be done. She was about to turn away, to gather members of the group, when Dorane spoke again in a small, melancholy voice.
"The SS Ambition leaves for Spider City in 15 minutes. And... one more thing. There are no correctional facilities in the Rogue Isles, no teleport network. But I still expect you to neutralize the villians."
Shy-la turned back to Dorane. "I am not a hired killer." And with that, a strong wind blew towards Atlas, leaving a lone, tired man on top of an undistinct hill in Perez Park.
Twenty minutes later, the SS Ambition was coursing through the dark seas, the stary skies and the crescent moon it's only companions outside of the seven cats that stood on it's deck. The witching hour's horizon left much to the cats' immaginaton, but one thing was certain in each of their minds. Only one villian would want the Feline Fellowship, and only one.
6) The cladestine werabouts of the Royal Army
With a loud whirl the mammoth, arhced doors closed behind Battlekitten and Kalda Centauri, plunging the factory into an unescapeable, tangible darkness. With the blackness sournding them, the two gazed into the nigritude abyss, until a single pair of fiendish-green eyes shown in the darkness.
From these green eyes, a beam of white light seemed to shine upwards and downards, illuminating the owner of those demonic eyes. Rusted metal and twisted frames feabily tried to reflect the white light, but it's pathitic attempts went unnoticed to the two heroes.
The thing, or rather the Assmbely Prince, opened it's mouth, and out of it came an unnatural, manufactured voice that seemed to carry with it a certain repulsiveness that no living creature could replicate. "Surrender Now, and no harm will befall you."
Kalda looked at Battlekitten, who arched her eyebrows in an amused way, before she reached into a pouch on her belt. From this pouch she withdrew a single metal orb, no larger than a pea. Electricty crackeled around her hand, and in mere moments the orb was propelled from her left hand, across her shoulders, down her right arm, then flew at the prince at a speed unattainable from anything but a railgun, which was exactly how she used her electric powers.
The sphere impacted the prince's leg, splitting the air with a loud crash as it broke in two. Unable to support itself, the abomination fell to the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces upon impact.
"Nice shot...." came Kalda's awwed voice. Battlekitten though, did not notice the compliment. Instead, her gaze was bedeviled upon the factory floor. For more lights were being turned on, revealing what was hidden in the darkness. Each light illuminated the shadows, and with it showed the hideous numbers of the royal clockwork army. Thousands of clockwork were standing on the factory floor, all readying for an assualt upon Battlekitten and Kalda Centauri.
Battlekitten reached into her pouch again, this time drawing forth a few dozen spheres. She again launched them in railgun fashion, but this time they flew as one fragile ball, with electricty laced through the cracks. It collided with a tesla knight, and on impact the orbs flew in all directions, ripping through sorrunding Cogs and Oscilators like grapshot from a cannon.
Battlekitten looked to see what Kalda was doing, only to find her finishing up her spell. Yelling out the last words of the incantation, "Probing tentacles of Justice!", she pushed her hands forward, and from them a blackness and bleakness far darker than anything natural shot forth. Along the ground dark tentacles began to rise, and these tore at the Clockwork, rending them limb from metalic limb.
The clockwork wern't standing still, though. They were hurdling bolts of elecrticity at the two women. On the occasions it impacted, Kalda had a curative spell ready, and green light would flash as their wounds vanished.
For what seemed like hours, the heroes where engaged in battle. Green light flared, metal orbs flew through the air, and electricity crackled in reply. Occasionly, Kalda would release a jet of darkness from her hands, or the clockwork would advance and get a few of their number close enough to the heroes to do physical damage. Each time though, the heroes repelled the clockwork, preventing them from keeping the ground they gained.
Until the bright blue light flashed. For when it lit the factory, it trapped BK in a cage of pure electricity. Kalda, unthinking, rushed to her side, and with a spell freed Battlekitten from her cage. At the same time, the spell cloaked Battlekitten from sight, bending light around her to make her impossible to see. Unfortunately there was another blue light, and this trapped Kalda in a similar cage.
Not wanting to let the clockwork capture her friend, Battlekitten reached into her pouch to retirve another fistfull of orbs.... only to touch the velvet bottom of the bag. Knowing that without her ammunition, she couldn't combat this many enemies. Helplessly, she watched as the clockwork lifted the cage and carried it, along with it's defenseless inhabitant, across the factory, and down a set of stairs.
Vowing to rescue Kalda before the rise of the morning sun, BK left the factory in search of ammunition and cohorts. For surely the Clockwork King had something truly sinister in mind.
Lurking in the rafters above, the Silhouetted Lynx laughed. Everything was going as she planned, and soon Dr. Catopolis would reward her. She laughed again, a vile, bone chilling laugh, before jumping down on the floor to see to the next phase of her schemes.
7) The Malignant spiders of the giant's city
Barley visible in the feable light of the crescent moon, the carcass of a gaint protruded from the ocean's surface. It's bones, gleaming the sickly yellow of something left far too long in the sun, reflected clearly thier mammoth size, while the foul stench of decay and pestilence still accompanied the rotting husk. Here and their the blighted flesh still clung to the bones, mixing the yellow with a vile brown.
From these bones rose a city, a city that spiralled across the skeleton and blended well with the corpse, and it was here, in the heart of Spider City, that the SS Ambition unloaded its passengers. One by one, the seven members of the Feline Fellowship filed out of the ship, with Shy-la at the front, and Twilight Lynx gaurding the rear. Knowing the amount of distance they had to cover, they were forced to split up their number and search alone.
Twilight Lynx headed south, his blade in hand. Towards the north did Shy-la travel, and Isis Element traveled west. Staying in the east, Pride Warrior and the others readied the defenses of the ship, knowing the value of an easy escape route.
The eerie flames glowed around Isis Element's hands as she headed across the city in search of Dr. Catopolis. With each step she took, she couldn't help but feel the cold, merciless eyes of some manevolent being on her back. Multiple times did she glance over her shoulder, but in the dark of night, she could only see in the radius of her flames.
As she proceeded on, a sinister scrapping nosie, similar to that of nails on blackboard, assualted her ears. Once, while Isis Element was searching an abandonded warehouse, she could have sworn she saw movement from the corner of her eyes, untill a blast of flame revealed only empty spcace.
Finally, in a dead end alley, did she find the source of the noise, but too late. For when she turned to exit the alley, she saw a quick movement, and then sharp pain in her head as the world became a comforting grey.
Twilight Lynx continued south, towards the feet of the giant. His sword reflected the unfeeling light of the moon, and it suited his mood just fine. For nowhere in the metropolis had he seen a single soul, or even a single creature, and that unnerved him. As for noise, only his own foot falls echoed through out the buildings.
One at a time did he investigate the buildings, and each time did he find them empty. No inhabitants, no people, only empty furniture.
With each building, a whirling noise began to build. Almost unhearable at first, it slowly crescendoed into a whail, a banshee's cry. With each increase in noise, Lynx expedited his speed. Faster and faster did he become, and louder and louder the noise was.
The noise was defening in his ears, blocking out even his own thoughts, leaving him manic. Sword out, and running at unholy speeds, he never saw the source of the noise, until he ran into it. From the speed of his crash, he was out cold before he hit the floor.
Shy-la continued north, unaware of the fate of the other cats. She continued on, unseen and unherd, and on numerous occasions did she stop, standing stiller than the buildings that sorrunded her.
Her stillness was rewarded, for she saw in the pale light of the moon another soul in the city. Pale grey fur, tufted ears, and a long tail, there was no doubt in Shy-la's mind that it was a follower of Dr. Catopolis.
She shadowed the unfarmiliar cat, and was eventually led to the most northern part of the island, where the cat entered into a warehouse. Waiting till the slow count of 20, Shy-La approached the door and entered.
Well, that's all of them so far...
Friday, September 16, 2005
Work, School, and Blogs don't mix
I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I know I could say I've been busy, or that I need sleep, or that food is important on occasion, but I'll leave this excuse to the readers (wait... is that really a good idea?).
First off, I have gotten a new cd. I was looking for a band that wasn't metal (I listen to a lot of metal, and sometimes I do want to listen to something else... hehe. ) so I stopped off at Wal-Mart. There, after much search (and an oil change...) I picked up Fall Out Boy's new album, Under the Cork Tree. I figure any band who was to name thier albumn as such, and any band who has songs like "Our lawyer told us we had to change this song's name or be sued", is worth listening to. And they are. They kind of sound like All American Rejects. If you're not farmiliar with either of those bands, then I'll say they sound like Blink182's albumn, Enema of the State. If you don't know that Band (Blink 182), well, you're just out of luck. I'm also thinking about borrowing my sister's Three Doors Down cds to put them onto my iPod.
In metal news, I can't wait for Rhapsody to come out with their newest albumn. Why in November?????? Why not now???? PLEASE? =(. Also, they're touring with this band called Holy Hell (I like the name at least...), who, although doesn't have an albumn out yet, have gotten excellent reviews (They're touring in Europe right now....). So I'm also waiting for them to come out with an albumn. Also, I'd like to get a Gamma Ray's cd, a Stratovarious Cd, an Iron Maiden Cd, a....
Getting off the topic of music, I am trying to raise FireFox awareness. It's a browser I love. I <3 Firefox!!! And if you notice on my links pannel, there is a new link. Click it. Pwease? It's free! It's also open source! and it's safer then IE! Also, I might have posted flyers of FireFox up at my school, raising my status from user to obsessive Open Source Geek.
Tomorrow (being saturday...) I'll be leading a second badge tour in CoH at 10:00PM eastern time on the triumph server. Although technicly it will be for members of my SG, I guess anyone is invited. We'll be covering the zone Talos, trying to get the freak show badge, the Tsoo Badge, and the warriors badge.
I started the last paragraphs this morning, but now its evening, and I found out the hard way that sand and cars don't mix. I parked my car in a sandy area, went to the lab, got back to my car and, it kind of didn't want to leave the sand... so we tried a lot of things, but finally, with the help of an elderly couple, one of my best friends (she just sat in the vehicle and hit the gas pedal since she's a twig...), a guy in a red shirt, and a 10ft pole with cinder blocks, was able to make a lever and lift my car. Then we put wood underneath it, and was FINALY!!!!! able to get it out. It took us 2 hours to finally do it. It wasn't fun. And 10 ft metal poles are really, really, REALLY, heavey.
Then on my way home, I'm driving down the highway, and some one pulls out infront of me (I kind of go 70 on the highway... hehe) luckly, I didn't crash, but don't pull out infront of somebody on the highway. Espicially if you only give them 10 feet to monevuer. And deffinatly don't look at them as if they did something wrong. Because that makes people like me unhappy.
Anyway, I need to go, night night!
First off, I have gotten a new cd. I was looking for a band that wasn't metal (I listen to a lot of metal, and sometimes I do want to listen to something else... hehe. ) so I stopped off at Wal-Mart. There, after much search (and an oil change...) I picked up Fall Out Boy's new album, Under the Cork Tree. I figure any band who was to name thier albumn as such, and any band who has songs like "Our lawyer told us we had to change this song's name or be sued", is worth listening to. And they are. They kind of sound like All American Rejects. If you're not farmiliar with either of those bands, then I'll say they sound like Blink182's albumn, Enema of the State. If you don't know that Band (Blink 182), well, you're just out of luck. I'm also thinking about borrowing my sister's Three Doors Down cds to put them onto my iPod.
In metal news, I can't wait for Rhapsody to come out with their newest albumn. Why in November?????? Why not now???? PLEASE? =(. Also, they're touring with this band called Holy Hell (I like the name at least...), who, although doesn't have an albumn out yet, have gotten excellent reviews (They're touring in Europe right now....). So I'm also waiting for them to come out with an albumn. Also, I'd like to get a Gamma Ray's cd, a Stratovarious Cd, an Iron Maiden Cd, a....
Getting off the topic of music, I am trying to raise FireFox awareness. It's a browser I love. I <3 Firefox!!! And if you notice on my links pannel, there is a new link. Click it. Pwease? It's free! It's also open source! and it's safer then IE! Also, I might have posted flyers of FireFox up at my school, raising my status from user to obsessive Open Source Geek.
Tomorrow (being saturday...) I'll be leading a second badge tour in CoH at 10:00PM eastern time on the triumph server. Although technicly it will be for members of my SG, I guess anyone is invited. We'll be covering the zone Talos, trying to get the freak show badge, the Tsoo Badge, and the warriors badge.
I started the last paragraphs this morning, but now its evening, and I found out the hard way that sand and cars don't mix. I parked my car in a sandy area, went to the lab, got back to my car and, it kind of didn't want to leave the sand... so we tried a lot of things, but finally, with the help of an elderly couple, one of my best friends (she just sat in the vehicle and hit the gas pedal since she's a twig...), a guy in a red shirt, and a 10ft pole with cinder blocks, was able to make a lever and lift my car. Then we put wood underneath it, and was FINALY!!!!! able to get it out. It took us 2 hours to finally do it. It wasn't fun. And 10 ft metal poles are really, really, REALLY, heavey.
Then on my way home, I'm driving down the highway, and some one pulls out infront of me (I kind of go 70 on the highway... hehe) luckly, I didn't crash, but don't pull out infront of somebody on the highway. Espicially if you only give them 10 feet to monevuer. And deffinatly don't look at them as if they did something wrong. Because that makes people like me unhappy.
Anyway, I need to go, night night!
Friday, September 09, 2005
The Vile Programmer
Programmers are evil. Period. (Well, except me, anyway. But I'm not really a programmer yet, and techniclly when I get my degree, I'll be a software engineer, not a programmer.... hehe). At my work, they have released a new version of the software we use, and I guess they hate us. One can spend hours on the product and not be able to do a thing. For example, when ever our accountant logs onto the new system, it ends up crashing. Or when you decided to make a letter in the system, and you tell the computer to retrieve a database field and put it into a textbox, it crashes the system. Or if you decided to look at it funny...
As you can see, I don't like the new system. But yet I am still the most optimistic user. Largely because I don't use the system too often. Of course, when I do use the system, it's normally with the aid of their Tech support, who, since it's still a beta, know about as much about the system as I do. In conclusion, AMS, you are evil in carnate.
Outside of that, there's this person who also works in the lab namedf Josh. He is an aragont son of a __________. He always believes his ideas are right, despite the fact I have FACT on my side and he has opinion. He believes that the schedule is a recomendation, then yells at people who don't follow it, despite the fact that he's normally a half hour late. (I follow it, well, except the one time I needed to buy books.) On top of that, he's trying to convice me to join his poetry club. I like to write poetry, but it will be a very, VERY, VERY cold day in Hell before I join his club, and an even colder day before in Hell before I share it with him. On top of that, he hasn't repayed me yet for the money I let him borrow.
I am definatly not ready for the badge tour I'm leading Tomorrow night. I know the whear a bouts of the badges, but not their names, and I doubt I'll be much help in the combat area. But I'm leading it anyways. And when I get done with it, I might lead a Croatoa tour too.
I picked up a song I have been looking for for the past year. I never knew who the artist was until I heard her on a demo on iTunes. The song is Stay( missing you), and it's by Lisa Loeb. I like the song. Also, on my next paycheck, I am definatly buying two things. An FM transmitter for my iPod, and an Iron Maiden albumn. I love their guitar chords! =) ! I also like Gamma Ray's guitar chords, and Luca Turilli's, and.... I do not listen to metal for the lyrics. I listen to it for the instrumental. Also, if anyone knows of a band that does Violin and Guitar duets, please please please pretty please let me know! Pwease?
With that (pathetic?) note, I'm going to log. Bye~Bye!
As you can see, I don't like the new system. But yet I am still the most optimistic user. Largely because I don't use the system too often. Of course, when I do use the system, it's normally with the aid of their Tech support, who, since it's still a beta, know about as much about the system as I do. In conclusion, AMS, you are evil in carnate.
Outside of that, there's this person who also works in the lab namedf Josh. He is an aragont son of a __________. He always believes his ideas are right, despite the fact I have FACT on my side and he has opinion. He believes that the schedule is a recomendation, then yells at people who don't follow it, despite the fact that he's normally a half hour late. (I follow it, well, except the one time I needed to buy books.) On top of that, he's trying to convice me to join his poetry club. I like to write poetry, but it will be a very, VERY, VERY cold day in Hell before I join his club, and an even colder day before in Hell before I share it with him. On top of that, he hasn't repayed me yet for the money I let him borrow.
I am definatly not ready for the badge tour I'm leading Tomorrow night. I know the whear a bouts of the badges, but not their names, and I doubt I'll be much help in the combat area. But I'm leading it anyways. And when I get done with it, I might lead a Croatoa tour too.
I picked up a song I have been looking for for the past year. I never knew who the artist was until I heard her on a demo on iTunes. The song is Stay( missing you), and it's by Lisa Loeb. I like the song. Also, on my next paycheck, I am definatly buying two things. An FM transmitter for my iPod, and an Iron Maiden albumn. I love their guitar chords! =) ! I also like Gamma Ray's guitar chords, and Luca Turilli's, and.... I do not listen to metal for the lyrics. I listen to it for the instrumental. Also, if anyone knows of a band that does Violin and Guitar duets, please please please pretty please let me know! Pwease?
With that (pathetic?) note, I'm going to log. Bye~Bye!
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Cheese, Green, Gold
Well, I'm back from Wiscon. My grandmother isn't doing to well =(. On Saturday Morning my mother and my grandfather rushed her to the Marshfield's emergency room, and when I left Tuesday, she was still in the hospital. Her cancer has become metastolic cancer, which she was diagonises with in July. It could have been diagonised earlier, but her previous doctors were less than optimal. My Mom is very worried, and I guess so am I. My Grandmother starts Chemo either today or yesterday, but the best that it can do is slow down the cancer, not stop it.
As for my time in Wisconsin, my Grandparents live in Owen-Withee Wisconsin. It lies about an hour, hour and a half, from Eau Claire (If you're like me, then you probally would never think it's pronuced O'Claire. But it is), and about two to three hours south (I think....) from Miniapolis. The countryside is beuatiful. At least, it was. And the tempature, unlie Florida weather, never hit the 90's while I was their, and some nights I needed a jacket. As for the size of the town, it had one street lamp. Not stop light. Street light.
As for how the iPod held up, it went pretty good. Except that it requires a computer to charge. Something very hard to find in a town who's libary just celebrated it's 1000th book. Otherwise, it worked great. Excellent sound quality, excelent goodiness. I love the music quiz feature on it. It will play a random clip from a random song, then gives you 4 choices of which song it's from. Good way to learn your music. I think. Of course, the headphones gets tangled up and knotted no matter how you put them in your pocket, but they're still the best pair of headphones I have ever owned. And one day, I'll pick up the FM transmitter so I can listen to it in my car (Florida frowns upon people listening to headphones while driving. Something about not hearing emergency vehicles I guess. But with the way I listen to my music.... hehe).
Anyway, I proobally shouldn't post in the mornings, for now I'll be dwealing on the topics of this post all. But this is one of the times I get to post, so...
As for my time in Wisconsin, my Grandparents live in Owen-Withee Wisconsin. It lies about an hour, hour and a half, from Eau Claire (If you're like me, then you probally would never think it's pronuced O'Claire. But it is), and about two to three hours south (I think....) from Miniapolis. The countryside is beuatiful. At least, it was. And the tempature, unlie Florida weather, never hit the 90's while I was their, and some nights I needed a jacket. As for the size of the town, it had one street lamp. Not stop light. Street light.
As for how the iPod held up, it went pretty good. Except that it requires a computer to charge. Something very hard to find in a town who's libary just celebrated it's 1000th book. Otherwise, it worked great. Excellent sound quality, excelent goodiness. I love the music quiz feature on it. It will play a random clip from a random song, then gives you 4 choices of which song it's from. Good way to learn your music. I think. Of course, the headphones gets tangled up and knotted no matter how you put them in your pocket, but they're still the best pair of headphones I have ever owned. And one day, I'll pick up the FM transmitter so I can listen to it in my car (Florida frowns upon people listening to headphones while driving. Something about not hearing emergency vehicles I guess. But with the way I listen to my music.... hehe).
Anyway, I proobally shouldn't post in the mornings, for now I'll be dwealing on the topics of this post all. But this is one of the times I get to post, so...
Thursday, September 01, 2005
iCame, iSaw, iPod
Well, first off, I'm going to be leaving tomorrow for Wisconsin. Tomorrow morning my plane leaves, which is why I said I'd do the badge hunt on the weekend AFTER memorial/labor/whateverholidayitis day. The reason why I'm heading north is that my grandmother has cancer, so being the good grandchild I am (and the fact that I love them dearly), I am going up north for 6 days. I will only have to miss three days of work, and three days of school, so that's ok. If I have the opportunity, I will also go see her when spring break comes.
To accompiny me on the trip, I have purchased a blue iPod mini. It's cute! It's small! It holds my music! I love my grandparents, but I have developed a symbiotic relationship with electronics. Since I won't have access to a computer....
Thanks for your comments everyone, and I know that everyone wants me in the SG, and I know that I'm a (somewhat since school restarted) active member in the SG, but I get depressively paranoid. I'll try not to post my paranoid delsions on my blog, but no promises.
Now for CoV, I'm waiting for them to send me an email with the dwnld info, so..... =(.
Why can't the technology and the employees at my work get along? At both works. At my internship, it doesn't bother me that much (unles I'm dealing with the people who don't know what 'My Computer' is. >| ), but it's when I'm inb the lab, and I have to explain to someone how to save information onto their flash drive. Now it wouldn't bother me if they were in a basic computer class, or if they were not in the computer field, but when you're in a C++ class, which has 3 computer course prereqs, 2 of which require the flashdrive, and you don't know how to save information on it????????????? I try to help them, and I try to get them to think like programmers (they are in my c++ class, after all), but when they don't understand the basic output command, or when they say VB.net is a better langauge (because of the fact that it has very little to code, not because of the actual langauge!!!) I want to ask them why are they majoring in Computer Programming.
I'm just frustrated. I get little sleep, I've been helping my dad remodel for the last three weeks (including last night), and because I get home at the times I do (ok, I like hanging out with friends, and I don't get the chance to do it too often, so I'll do it when ever I can, so don't say anything, ANYTHING!!!!! about it!!!!!!!!!!) he complains. In the lecture type of complain. It's not like I go clubing or anything. I hang out with friends, either at Taco Bell, or at WallMart, or at Target, or where ever is open late. I know he worries about me, and I love him for that, but I need a social life. It's not in my intrests to come home, sleep, wake up, go to school, go to work, go back to school, go to lab, go home, sleep. All work and no play makes life REALLY boring. And my dad doesn't understand that. I would like to hang out with my friends at earlier times, but that's not possible, and since I can't hang out with them on the weekends (stupid remodeling job, and the luthern church I really dislike going to), I can only hang out with them after I get done with all the other crap I do on the week days. And if I only get 5 hours of sleep, then that's the price I'm willing to pay. (hehe, and everyone who has to listen to me complain about the lack of sleep I get, hehe).
I kind of feel a little better now. I know my mom is going to give me an earfull when I get up to Wisconsin (she left monday, and will be returning on the Tuesday that I return on) for buying the iPod, but...
When I get up there, I'll largely be there to give my Grandpa company. I'll be helping him in the garden, and he might be teaching me archery. Rember that NCSoft, if you ever decided to nerf the emp defenders, I'll have a REAL bow to use... =). Lol. And I'm probally the only one laughing at that hehe.
Anyway, time for me to try out I5, get my respec, reset the CoH countdown timer thingy so I don't get kicked out of my SG (I don't think they will since I'll be giving them a badge tour next weekend, I'll try to post a day and time when I get back. Sorry about no time yet.)
To accompiny me on the trip, I have purchased a blue iPod mini. It's cute! It's small! It holds my music! I love my grandparents, but I have developed a symbiotic relationship with electronics. Since I won't have access to a computer....
Thanks for your comments everyone, and I know that everyone wants me in the SG, and I know that I'm a (somewhat since school restarted) active member in the SG, but I get depressively paranoid. I'll try not to post my paranoid delsions on my blog, but no promises.
Now for CoV, I'm waiting for them to send me an email with the dwnld info, so..... =(.
Why can't the technology and the employees at my work get along? At both works. At my internship, it doesn't bother me that much (unles I'm dealing with the people who don't know what 'My Computer' is. >| ), but it's when I'm inb the lab, and I have to explain to someone how to save information onto their flash drive. Now it wouldn't bother me if they were in a basic computer class, or if they were not in the computer field, but when you're in a C++ class, which has 3 computer course prereqs, 2 of which require the flashdrive, and you don't know how to save information on it????????????? I try to help them, and I try to get them to think like programmers (they are in my c++ class, after all), but when they don't understand the basic output command, or when they say VB.net is a better langauge (because of the fact that it has very little to code, not because of the actual langauge!!!) I want to ask them why are they majoring in Computer Programming.
I'm just frustrated. I get little sleep, I've been helping my dad remodel for the last three weeks (including last night), and because I get home at the times I do (ok, I like hanging out with friends, and I don't get the chance to do it too often, so I'll do it when ever I can, so don't say anything, ANYTHING!!!!! about it!!!!!!!!!!) he complains. In the lecture type of complain. It's not like I go clubing or anything. I hang out with friends, either at Taco Bell, or at WallMart, or at Target, or where ever is open late. I know he worries about me, and I love him for that, but I need a social life. It's not in my intrests to come home, sleep, wake up, go to school, go to work, go back to school, go to lab, go home, sleep. All work and no play makes life REALLY boring. And my dad doesn't understand that. I would like to hang out with my friends at earlier times, but that's not possible, and since I can't hang out with them on the weekends (stupid remodeling job, and the luthern church I really dislike going to), I can only hang out with them after I get done with all the other crap I do on the week days. And if I only get 5 hours of sleep, then that's the price I'm willing to pay. (hehe, and everyone who has to listen to me complain about the lack of sleep I get, hehe).
I kind of feel a little better now. I know my mom is going to give me an earfull when I get up to Wisconsin (she left monday, and will be returning on the Tuesday that I return on) for buying the iPod, but...
When I get up there, I'll largely be there to give my Grandpa company. I'll be helping him in the garden, and he might be teaching me archery. Rember that NCSoft, if you ever decided to nerf the emp defenders, I'll have a REAL bow to use... =). Lol. And I'm probally the only one laughing at that hehe.
Anyway, time for me to try out I5, get my respec, reset the CoH countdown timer thingy so I don't get kicked out of my SG (I don't think they will since I'll be giving them a badge tour next weekend, I'll try to post a day and time when I get back. Sorry about no time yet.)
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