The Esper Realm

1:16am: Whoop, there she is

Greed:	Very Low
Gluttony:	Low
Wrath:	Very Low
Sloth:	High
Envy:	Low
Lust:	Medium
Pride:	Low

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Huh, thought Pride would score higher than that.

(hi thar LJ, it's my annual post.)

10:22pm: Blind Bat
Myshu: gwar shit first time setting foot on LJ in like a year
Myshu: It's like stepping out of a dark movie theater
Myshu: I have to wear sunglasses for this shit
Donraj: Myshu would it help if some of us jumped out and shouted "BOO!!!" at you?
Myshu: The fuck you sayin', man
Donraj: Only that that would help since that's what you would normally do to someone who was dazed and half-blinded!
Donraj: D:
Donraj: (Ask MK)
Myshu: Uh...huh.
maggiekarp: yeah that's pretty much the score on what to do about dazed and half-blinded people

So... what's up?

I hear there's this... economy thing. It's allegedly bad. From my position as a pawn shop clerk for the past two years, I really couldn't tell you anything about it; we get the same slew of unkempt assholes, hustlers and No-Hablo-Engleses we always have. Business is steady.

My sympathies to everyone struggling with the ol' jorb, looking for a jorb or trying to get a better jorb. I was in that poor place a year ago (of course, MY economic crisis was self-inflicted.)

I figure I am lucky to be working in a place that pays well enough to cover my half of the rent and all my bills (plus ramen) for only 30 hours a week, that stays interesting at least 10 of those hours, and that apparently won't fire me even if I "strip naked and run down the aisles," according to my manager (of course HE wouldn't, the perv.)

Anyway, even if I forget this place for another twelve months or so, you can always catch me on DeviantArt or in #icybrian. I practically live there.

Peace, dudes.

3:18pm: And I'm back
Ah, home. Power outages suck. Glad that's over. Everything's green here--except down the street, which is a dump.

Where did this dog on my bed come from?

(No beer and TV make Homer go something-something...)

3:53pm: Evacuating, Take 2
Again!

(Upgrading to a friend's brick house.)

Sis is in labor at the hospital as I type this, so she and baby are lucky enough to be bunkered in at a hospital.

What a week.

12:55pm: oops back
Home again. Oops, storm missed us. Good luck to Louisiana with that Angry Fist of God(tm). Thanks besides to those who wished me well!

Note to self: bring own computer next time, to fascilitate WoW playage.

7:20pm: Evacuating the Gulf Coast
Why are all these damn Mexicans trying to kill us?!

(Relatedly, damn you, Donraj.)

4:16pm: Ketchup
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9:00pm: My First Wreck (AKA: I am a bad driver)
My car bumped front driver's side wheels with an SUV in the middle of a turning lane. We were both pulling out onto the highway, going opposite directions. We are both young, female, inexperienced drivers ("This is my first truck," she lamented, and I refrained from pointing out that it was not technically a truck.) Neither of us got hurt.

Her parents showed up immediately--they did all the talking for her. The police were very polite. I don't know if the other girl got a ticket, but I didn't get one. If anything, I'd say the fault of the accident was mutual; it could have been avoided if either one of us were paying a little more attention.

The SUV's wheel was FUBAR, so it got towed. My car's steering is all borked, but I could drive home. I'm going to go pick up the police report etc. tomorrow and figure out what my insurance is going to do.

I continue to amaze myself with how calm and detached I become in traumatic situations. My only thoughts were strategic ones: what I should be doing next, what I'm responsible for, and how to act appropriate and polite towards the girl's family and the police. I didn't feel any emotions (maybe annoyance at some ruined plans.) Meanwhile, the girl was shaken up and in tears. It reminded me of the times, years ago, when we had to call the police for the family--with Amber trembling and sobbing in shock while I smoothly spoke with 911 and finished my sandwich.

It's a surreal way to be. It also feels like instant karma; I almost hit a man on a bicycle this morning.

Your retribution is complete, bicycle man.

--- 8-9-04:
"Hey!
Cool the fuck off!
Sit the fuck down!
And shut the fuck up."

7:45pm: Checkup
I survived! Nagging cough, feelin' good. No news is good news.

I'm told both at home and at work that I have a "sneaky" quality. Not the deceptive or malicious kind, just the "holy fuck I didn't see you standing there, where the fuck did you come from" kind. Like a cat.

(PROTIP: I am Catwoman)

On the creative front:
In-between posting updates to comic, I've started re-writing "Awakening the Hero" from the beginning because it desperately, desperately needs it. Desperately. The prose is so pretentious, so cumbersome, so bad (much like this paragraph.)
Hopefully I'll catch that up and finish the story in earnest, because it's been SO long since I've done anything nice for Chrono Trigger and I find myself still deeply fond of it, even after all these years. And besides, that fic is kinda related to Chimera Quest.

I have ANOTHER FFIX fic idea plot bunny thing, but I am SAVING IT for a SPECIAL OCCASION.

--- 8-7-04:
I'm learning a lot from the StarFox comics I've found!

fun Lylatian facts:

* they call each other animals
* Venom's native inhabitants are lizards - the lizards under Andross are called "imperial guards"
* the skeletal monster on Titania is a Zeid Parasite in its 13th growth stage
* Aquas boss = Bacoon in its Beta cycle
* General Pepper loves lollipops!
* one zillidrone <= one mile
* "Land of my species pride,
World without ecocide,
Evolution we don't abide!
Let freedom bark!"
* planet Solar: surface temp = 13,000 degrees :: Arwing tolerance = 9,000 degrees
* Acidevil fighters defend Venom airspace

9:46pm: Rules of Engagement (Girly TMI)
( Girly TMI alert )

8:37pm: Quick Moving Update
According to my sister, "morning sickness" is a deceptive name, considering it lasts all day.

So news news news on future livings: I was misinformed about Aunt Elsie's rejection of felines, and will be visiting her home with Granny this Saturday. I'm only a little wary of moving in with some old lady I barely know, even if she's related (somehow--whose aunt is she, anyway?)

However, the whole venture might be unnecessary, as Micah and sis have expressed a desire for me to stay with them. They're considering finding a three-bedroom trailer home (like the one my uncle owns), and putting it on a lot Micah's family owns. It's a lot of money to throw into initially, but in the long run it's cheaper than le apartment. Despite occasional grumblings, I rather like living with them, and on the same token they like and trust me enough to want me to kick around and split the bills.

Furthermore, I was assured that A) I could have a kitty and B) I would NOT have to babysit. Sis said this more out of concern for her child than for my distaste of rugrats ("I... don't think you're QUITE responsible enough to leave alone with a baby," she said kindly), and considering I made the transition from butter knives to kitchen knives for the first time the other night and STILL cut my finger, I am not offended.

WOO YAY KITTY

--- 8-3-04:
I. WILL KILL. TEAM ROCKET.
It will rock.

6:12pm: Reubicar
In light of my last post, I've started considering moving options. I intend to leave sometime after sis's graduation (May 10th). With luck, she'll find a good job with her biology degree. Med school is utterly out of the question now. She'd been giving that second thoughts since last summer, anyway.

Basically, all I need is a place I can afford that allows cats. Being alone is preferable, but optional.

( Here's the breakdown thus far. (Blah blah it's long and boring) )

So... anybody out there looking for a roommate?

:3


P.S: I've started making catfaces and now I can't stop :3

--- 7-28-04:
"Have you ever been in love?"
"What kind of asinine question is that?"
"I don't know... I was just curious."
"Then spare me. I don't need to have fallen in love to know."
"Know what?"
"What it does. How it turns people to mush. How it makes the strong tremble, and the intelligent as feeble as idiots. Empires have fallen and wars rage on in the name of 'love.' What difference does it make? It's just the gods' cheap tool--a mind trick to encourage procreation--a biochemical, 'feel good' incentive. They just disguised it as some profound, righteous cause to keep any random retard from seeing it for what it really is. People are too busy looking for meaning in their lives to see the truth... In the end, it all doesn't mean a damn."
"Sounds like the words of someone who's loved and lost."
"Hrmph. What would you know? You're just a kid."
"True. ...But I know love."
"...You don't have to keep talking. You already proved you were an idiot a long time ago."

11:26pm: To the Summary-mobile
Christmas was good. Pleasant. Adequate food (free popcorn chicken). Fulfilled familial obligations with little trouble or embarrassment. Scraped together enough money to make rent this month despite slacking last month. Sister has been phenomenally kind and patient with my bullshit (I don't deserve her). Didn't have to work too much, or too hard. Haven't killed Micah (he doesn't know it, but his Christmas present is coming late--as soon as I can unlazy and draw it.)

Generally optimistic, as usual. Life is good.

( Today at work... )

--- 7-23-04:
--- metaful colophors
*hic* "I'm gonna wipe my ass with your floor, man!"
*grimace*

5:11pm: Where's my hole
I got a glazed donut without a hole in it from the Cambodians' "Happy Donuts." I thought it was a filled one, y'know? I chewed all the way through to find the filling, but it was just, just donut. I either want a hole or jelly in my donut, or I'll teach YOU alphabet.

I don't know how this got through gmail's spam filter, but just when you thought Russian mail-order brides were the oldest joke ever:

Hello, my gentleman!

I can't remove my eyes from you. You are so handsome and so interesting man,
I have never met before into my life.
If you are not against, I would be glad to get acquainted with you. As usual
men got acquainted with me, but everything is different today.
I want to get acquainted with you and it will be very sad if you don't want
to know me.
Maybe I am very ordinary person from one look, and you won't fall in love
from the first sight. But don't be very precipitate at coming to your
decision. It may be fatal, because I can be a woman whom you are waiting
for, whom you need every morning and every night, who will be your support
and your love for the rest of life.
Let me come into your life, and I will light your life with love
http://therussianbrides.info/(exact URL censored)

Holy crap, I'm handsome!

And in the shoppe today:
Boboss: "John, you forgot to clock in, you... you faggot."
John: "..."

--- 7-21-04:
"How can... how can a holy eidolon cause so much death? How can it kill indiscriminately, like a monster?"
"Holy has nothing to do with right or wrong. It's about purity. Pure rage, pure hatred... pure love."

9:31pm: Customer's log
I figured this would be a good place to log my silly pawn shop escapades. For my own... edification? Okay wrong word, but bleah, who knows. Maybe I'll write a fuckin' book someday. Or maybe this is just the kind of crap LJ is for.

Today we had a gravelly old lady in pajamas and OJ Simpson gloves shopping for jewelry. Why the gloves? It's 70 degrees out. But you don't ask those sorts of things.

Boboss called on my help to sort gold rings--specifically, rings with colored stones. He's colorblind. And so is WoWoss. And I haven't asked the third manager yet, but he's just a rookie and is (given our luck) colorblind as well.
Learning this alongside the fact that Boboss was the one who picked out the paint for the store's interior cleared up quite a few things... aesthetically. Particularly the interchanging use of pastel green, peach and tan.

I reckon that's it for now.

--- 7-10-04:
"It's not sentimentality. It's faith."

7:53pm: He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named
So I see the posts on my friends page are divided into either "AAAFINALSHOLIDAYSPACKINGFAMILYCHRISTMASSUXheadexplosion" or "lols internet," which is to be expected right around now, I suppose. Good luck to everyone in the former category.

You-Know-Who-You-are officially off my ignore list. I guess we'll talk again... whenever! Just remember to keep it real, dude.

Went to a penance service today. Why do I always feel MORE guilty after leaving confession than before I go in? Oh well, humility check.

( At the Pawne Shoppe )

Still don't know where KH2 came from, but enjoying the heck out of it, obliviously.

--- 7-5-04:
"REST, damn it. Diving out into the heat of things in your condition will only get yourself killed. Then who are you going to help? Why don't you stop being such a selfless little critter for once, quit worrying about the others and look after yourself?"
"I don't wanna think about myself... At least, if my mind's on the others, there's some hope. At least there's some chance of survival for them. I don't wanna think about what's going to happen to me."
"The Phoenix will be recovered."
"..."
"It will. Don't lose hope for yourself. If you can't hope for your own sake, how much can you for others?"

9:06pm: Yaaaaaaaaaay
SOMEONE AWESOME BOUGHT ME KINGDOM HEARTS II.

...I HAVE NO BLOODY IDEA WHO.

(Props for giving me the kickass last name, though.)

--- 6-30-04:
thug w/knife: "If you move, I'll carve you a new one."
Frog: "...Pardon me, sir--carveth a new what?"

2:29pm: Wedding
My little sister is officially married, so there goes a milestone in our lives.

It took place in my grandparents' (Dad's side) church, a quaint place in the woods with a kind pastor and ample room for such occasions. The ceremony was all right, and afterward there was a boisterous celebration at Micah's parents' house that included mixed drinks and fireworks left over from a rainy 4th of July (only one person suffered minor burns.)

By the time I woke up this morning, Mr. and Mrs. Micah were already out and on their way to New Orleans to catch their boat. I wish 'em funtimes on their cruise this week.

The photographer was a nice girl, a friend of Micah's sisters. She took plenty of group shots, and I was surprised to see a lot of them already developed.

( snap snap )

Note to self: contact Aunt Elsie(sp again?) about living arrangements later.

And damnit, neither video store in town had KH2. I'll have to check again later.

11:46pm: Fluffy Omen
On the way back from the wedding rehearsal dinner, I hit a bunny. Y'know, with my car. Probably the front passenger tire. I didn't slow down or swerve or anything for it, but I felt a little pang of insta-bad. Then Depeche Mode came on the radio ("Friday Night 80's" my arse) and I inappropriately headbanged for a bit.

Such a loss. Well, after the blackbirds and flies and worms and bacteria and other crawlies of the earth chew it up and crap it out into ugly meat snowflakes that ultimately replenish the nitrogen cycle, the circle of life will be complete once again.

Fret not, you'll make very nice dirt, roadkill bunny.

P.S: Micah's mom's computer has a running case of the SLOWS.

P.S.S: Their xenophobic cat keeps staring at me. Can he... smell the rabbit?

10:04pm: Sometimes a name is joke enough
I got home from work this evening and discovered some odd vehicle in my parking spot, as well as my sister's car missing.

( Film at 11:00 )
But that's the scoop. Sis is getting married to Micah this Saturday. It's going to be a long, arduous affair that I have to wake up early and wear a dress for (PROTIP: I despise weddings, as they represent everything I never want.) My parents, an ocean away, are alternately turning cold shoulders and having kittens (they disapprove of the union with all their hearts. My sister cares not.)
But then they'll both be gone on their honeymoon for a week! A cruise, allegedly.

I intend to rent Kingdom Hearts 2 from Blockbuster and knock myself out.

---
6-23-04:
I have yet to go anywhere in the world where the tapwater doesn't taste like Megatron's piss.

9:40pm: Prince of... Quotes
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9:05pm: My Kingdom Hearts Odyssey
( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. )

12:06am: Whatajob
THANKSGIVING is not a very convenient day of the month to start IT, THANKS body.

TMI out of the way, I'll stop the crazy word emphasis for a bit.

Today was my last day at Whataburger. I start a new job in a pawn shop Monday!
My four months in fast food have not been for naught, however--its many wacky experiences I will carry in my deep-fried heart forver.

( WHATASAGA )

It's been fun.

9:41pm: Holy hell LJ what?
Remind me not to give life advice to anyone anymore ever, because I'm retarded and have no life of my own.

Time for the out-of-the-blue supercondensed MyuUpdate:

I'm still working at CRAPPYBURGER. There's lots of coworker DRAMA, but at least it's not MCSHITTY'S.

My dad is still HERE. He got his VISA weeks ago. He leaves shortly after THANKSGIVING.

He's been poking around in my sister's FINANCES, trying to figure out where the HELL the $15,000 he left her this spring DISAPPEARED TO. Sister says BILLS, Dad says BULLSHIT. I think he likes to blame MICAH for everything.

I'm very slow at COMMISSIONS, but they're still COMING, in case you're out there and WAITING (you know who you are).

COMIC is coming along well. Need to write more FD.

It'll probably be ANOTHER TWO MONTHS before I set foot in LJ again.

( quip: enlightenment )

1:53am: How do Burmecians kiss?
Nice thunderstorm over here.

My dad'll be here Wednesday. I'm kinda excited, despite the drawbacks. It'll be a fun change of pace, I guess. Also, his red chicken gumbo. Good shit.

I tweaked a few chapters of Love is not Enough, especially the seventh, where I added a scene; it's today's quip, if you're curious, or if you want to avoid it.
I also felt the need to go back and change Freya's eyes to green instead of blue because DAMNIT ROBSHI.

I swear I'll be satisfied with one of my fics one of these days.

( LisE: like a canary )