Okay, after a gazillion comment spams from “your fat ass”, I am trying the rename the comments php files. Let’s hope things work. Things may be odd for the next little while: this post will disappear once things work properly.
Ask Me
Sometime when the river is ice ask me
mistakes I have made. Ask me whether
what I have done is my life. Others
have come in their slow way into
my thought, and some have tried to help
or to hurt: ask me what difference
their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.
You and I will turn and look
at the silent river and wait. We know
the current is there, hidden; and there
are comings and goings from miles away
that hold the stillness exactly before us.
What the river says, that is what I say.
-William Stafford
Okay, so the database I need access to is down — again — and it’s Sunday, so though I can ask the guy responsible for it, I’m not sure it will be working until tomorrow, and — sigh. I am fucked, I think is the issue. Oh, I did it to myself a bit, but the thing is ALWAYS DOWN, so I started doing all the work that doesn’t require the database, and now I’m at the part that does, and . . . yeah. I don’t know what to do. I’ll call him — later, it’s not even 10 am yet (I already emailed, but I swear he ignores those) — and pray that something can be done today. I need to go in tomorrow: maybe the database works better if I’m on site, and then I can just try to be on site all week? Grumble. I even tried using a very irritating other utility, and it’s not working at all, so I can’t do that.
This is beyond frustrating. And worrisome.
In responding to Profgrrrrl’s post about Leisure Suit Larry, I started thinking about the games I played in high school (that I can think of offhand). I played all the King’s Quest games — the last one I played was 6, but I don’t know what number they’re up to now. Those were my favourites of the “games where you can fuck yourself into an unwinnable situation several hours of game play later” genre. Perhaps because I knew enough of fairy tales and mythology that the puzzles made sense. I believe King’s Quest 4 — the one about the daughter, Rosella — was the first I played, but eventually I played them all in some order or another.
I played Police Quest 3 (I think? His wife died, or — something). I played most or all of the Space Quest games, in random orders. I wasn’t very good at them and didn’t like them as much. In other Sierra games, I played two of the Dr Brain games (love! nerd!), The Incredible Machine, and Jones in the Fast Lane. And yes, I can still do the tune for it.
And then there was the incredibly difficult (to get perfect — I could never win the archery contest) Conquest of the Longbow and, later, the far-too-easy Conquest of Camelot.
In grade — 9? 10? — when we first learned programming (other than Logo), some of us already knew how to program (in BASIC. Ahh, line numbering when you didn’t leave enough numbers), so we got to do whatever we wanted to in class. I played KQ5 a great deal in school that year. That was weird.
I preferred Lucasarts games. The Monkey Island series were just brilliant — though there were the occasional puzzles that were a little too ridiculous — and I keep intending to buy the pack of them all. Plus, you COULDN’T die. (Well, you could, if you stayed underwater for 10 or 20 minutes, but it was a pretty deliberate choice.) And you couldn’t get yourself into an unwinnable position.
I adored Loom, another game I want to get access to again (only with the music — the deluxe version), but they don’t seem to sell that one anymore. Also I’m unsure it would work on XP, so I’m leery of ebaying it.
And Tetris. There’s always Tetris.
I am still feeling all pissy and I don’t yet have my period. Come, oh menstruation: I need you to validate my shitty mood. Plus, I know you’re latish, and though it is absolutely impossible for this to mean anything, if you’re late, the next one will be later, or — in other words — while I am in Florida over Christmas. Or, infinitely worse, on the drive down or back. There are no words for how shitty a 24+ hour drive is when you have your period. If I get it right now, it should miss my trip entirely. Or I could get it Monday and miss a family-related thing I dread because of cramps, if I’m lucky.
In an entirely different vein, if a friend was just dumped and is now refusing any contact, what should I do? It was a serious relationship, and now it’s not, and I have no idea what I can do. I wrote an email saying I was here for whatever, but sometimes it’s nice to have a whatever to suggest (not that I think she’s reading email, really, if she’s not answering her phone).
LAYER ONE:
Name: wolfangel
Birth date: April 23
Birthplace: Montreal
Current Location: Montreal
Eye Color: blue
Hair Color: red(dish?)
Height: short
Righty or Lefty: righty, except that I do occasional things left-handed — I have a fucked up right index finger
Zodiac Sign: taurus
LAYER TWO:
Your heritage: random Eastern European
The shoes you wore today: ballet-slipper-like black shoes
Your weakness: chocolate, coffee, chocolate AND coffee together
Your fears: big fires (I like small manageable ones), generally pain (wimp!)
Your perfect pizza: tomato sauce, mozzarella, tomato slices, mushrooms, some onion
Goal you’d like to achieve: find a life I’m content with
LAYER THREE:
Your most overused phrase on IM: uh . . . frankly? I think I say it too much
Your first waking thoughts: ack! pee pee pee!
Your best physical feature: my hair, I guess
Your most missed memory: I’m not sure what the question is here
LAYER FOUR:
Pepsi or Coke: neither
McDonald’s or Burger King: neither
Group/Single Dates: single
Adidas or Nike: neither
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: neither
Chocolate or Vanilla: chocolate, usually
Cappuccino or coffee: cappuccino
LAYER FIVE:
Smoke: no
Cuss: yes (cuss?)
Sing: badly
Take a shower everyday: no — sometimes I don’t, sometimes I take several (I assume baths count, otherwise much less often than that)
Do you think you’ve been in love: yes
Want to go to college: not again, no
Liked high school: I have decided that I do not make good friends with anyone who *liked* high school.
Want to get married: eventually, if it works out.
Believe in yourself: now and then
Get motion sickness: no, but I did when I was little: I trained myself to be able to read in the car without getting sick
Think you’re attractive: not particularly, not unattractive, either
Think you’re a health freak: no
Get along with your parent(s): yes
Like thunderstorms: whatever. They’re fine sometimes.
Play an instrument: no.
LAYER SIX: In the past month –
Drank alcohol: yes
Smoked: no
Done a drug: no
Made Out: no
Gone on a date: no
Gone to the mall?: no
Eaten an entire box of Oreos?: no
Eaten sushi: no
Been on stage: no
Been dumped: no
Gone skating: no
Made homemade cookies: actually, no: bread, yes; brownies; pie; cake; pizza; other things. Not cookies.
Dyed your hair: I don’t recall. Probably not, cause my roots are showing.
Stolen Anything: no
(What a weird layer. It seems so impersonal.)
LAYER SEVEN: Ever –
Played a game that required removal of clothing: no
If so, was it mixed company:
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: not really
Been caught “doing something”: no, thank goodness
Been called a tease: I’d guess so
Gotten beaten up: no
Shoplifted: no
Changed who you were to fit in: successfully? no.
LAYER EIGHT:
Age you hope to be married: 32 and 5 months and 6 days.
Numbers and Names of Children: 3, Ylyzzabyth, Ebenezer, Jhyssycah-Liinssee
Describe your Dream Wedding: I can’t do another one of these absurd questions
How do you want to die: painlessly.
Where you want to go to college: For a while I had a thing about UBC (why?)
What do you want to be when you grow up: an ogre. Grrrrr.
What country would you most like to visit: Tonga
LAYER NINE:
Number of drugs taken illegally: none
Number of people I could trust with my life: 5
Number of CDs that I own: no idea. Mostly they’re in boxes
Number of piercings: I’ve had multiple pierces in my ears, but they closed up, so just the two
Number of tattoos: 0
Number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper?: no idea
Number of scars on my body: not sure
Number of things in my past that I regret: a few
via profgrrrrl
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Which is worse, to be obnoxious or to be a jerk?
I always find it strange how Til sleeps with one front leg under her head (like a pillow!) and the other over her eyes. Is it too bright? Does she want a mini kitten pillow? Is she just weird?
But what I prefer is how Sam runs around when he wants to go outside. Although when they first started going outside, they refused to use the great outdoor litter box, they have finally given in (we’ll see how this works in winter) and barely use the indoor one. Sammy does the kitty peepee dance.
I bet I’m getting my period again.
My father remarked today that he and my mother had not seen me this happy in ages, possibly since puberty. (He didn’t say the puberty thing in so many words. Actually, he might have said ever. But I don’t think I was unhappy as a kid.)
And I thought, cool, and then I thought but no! I want to cry! And then I got irritated at my mother for asking — AGAIN — about my job. I asked my boss! A bunch of times! I can’t keep asking! I will tell you when I know something! And actually she apologised, because every single person asks me about my job and I DON’T KNOW and it’s a little obnoxious, I will tell you when I know.
And then I told her I think I’m getting my period, and I was sorry I snapped, but please stop asking anyhow.
I hate being premenstrual: I was teary during Dead Like Me. This is not a teary sort of show. (And I still don’t get that Ray/graveling story. I guess this is what happens when you never saw the first 2/3 of the first season.) I hate that I am weepy and don’t get anything done at all and fuck this.
(Now that’s a brilliant way to ensure I never get a blogger boyfriend. Yes! I am a miserable bitch every 5 weeks! But right before that I make pie.)