(2 Points) My first name:
(5 Points) Take a stab at my middle name:
(3 Points) Who am I in love with?:
(2 Points) What is my ethnicity?:
(2 Points) What kind of car do I drive:
(2 Points) Where do I work?:
(3 Points) What am I afraid of?:
(2 Points) Do I smoke?:
(3 Points) Do I drink?:
(2 Points) Do I have any siblings?:
(2 Points) Are both of my parents alive?:
(1 Point) My favorite food?:
(4 Points) What color are my eyes?:
(2 Points) How many piercings do I have?:
(3 Points) What's my favorite type of music?:
(4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing?:
(3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules?:
(2 Points) What’s my favorite color?:
(3 Points) Name something I hate.:
(4 Points) Name a talent I have.:
(4 Points) How many tattoos do I have?:
(4 Points) Do I have any pets?:
(2 Points) Who am I dating right now?:
(5 Points) What is my style (i.e., nerd, gamer, punk, etc?):
(5 Points) What is the color of my room?:
(5 Points) What is my worst habit?:
(5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring?:

I'll reply with your score once it's graded.

80-85 Points; Stalker Extraordinaire!
70-79 Points; Hard-Working Stalker
40-69 Points; Decent Stalker
20-39 Points; Stalker-In-Training

Come on, guys, being a stalker is TWU LUV. Comments are screened.

My sleep has been horrific lately, so I plan to go to bed as soon as I'm done writing this entry. Yesterday, and the day before, I was finally able to sleep before 4AM (just barely), but the two days before that it was 6AM and 7AM. I wake up tired and already irritable, sometimes go back to sleep, and miss things that I shouldn't. It doesn't help that I've had a lot of stress for the past week and a half, which is maybe causing it in the first place.

Tomorrow, if things had gone perfectly, would normally be a day to deflate. As it is, I have lab from 11 in the morning to 1 in the afternoon, then work at 1:30 until 3, and then I'm back in the lab for two more hours. It's not too bad, all things considered -- if I hadn't put in some time today, it would be 3 to 8 in the evening.

And I'm now apparently getting woozy. Lovely.

School is -- well, it's school. My tennis class won't be canceled, for once, so I have three classes, and they're all once-a-week. Plus six hours in the lab every week. It goes a little something like:

( Cut for people who don't care about my schedule! )

There's more raiding in there than I'd like - twice a week is quite enough for me, I'm not a huge raid fan anymore - so friday is kind of depending on my mood, energy level, and other possible plans. I don't like to be completely locked down if something fun comes up that will get me out of the house.

I'm going to get people-overloaded this semester, I can tell that right now...

EDIT 1:12AM: Apparently, tonight: exhausted =/= sleep

Podfic meme!
Pick something I've written - an original story, fanfiction, whatever - and I'll read a 500 word passage, of your choice, out loud.

Normally I'd be horrified by the thought of my awful voice on the internet, but I don't think anyone will actually ask me to do this and follow through with it. So I think I'm pretty safe. (Of course, writing that means there's a 90% chance someone will ask.)

For things I've written, you can go to my writing journal or my website.

Your result for The Fan Fiction Personality Test...

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Mostly accurate, I suppose.

I spent the day with my brain twin, corpse_child, in Santa Monica, where I used my Christmas Barnes and Noble gift certificate on a DVD of Muppet Treasure Island. It was so much fun to just wander and relax after how crazy last week was; not having to worry about cleaning anything, not having to deal with family. In addition to wandering, we watched Sherlock Holmes...

( Spoilery thoughts on Sherlock Holmes. )

I was a super geek on Christmas Day and finished another chapter of my Star Trek fiction, Grey Veils, which can be found here. It was because of this that I looked up Romulan culture, words and phrases, as well as Klingon names and several other things - and had to attempt to explain the reason to my maternal grandmother, who knows nothing of Star Trek. Talk about immersion. To help with the confusion, I added some notes at the bottom to explain words.

Grey Veils is mostly original - there are no pre-existing characters in it, or ships. I'm not likely to put any in, either. The Federation isn't in there yet, although it of course exists and it will likely stick its head in at some point. Veils is my attempt at writing something about the less-than-shiny side of space travel and commerce.

This is the very beginning, for those who are interested.

Here's a card, to all of you I may have missed. :)



Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.

Though I couldn't sleep last night, in an odd way, it seemed to facilitate the return of my writing muses. My Star Trek project got at least a foot out of the door - only time will tell if any more feet join it. I think this may be a sign as of late. If I sleep well, I can't write well. Considering how exhausted I've been for months, this is a bad sign, because I like being able to sleep.

Today is for painting, and also for photographing hummingbirds in the rain. Which is coming down gloriously.

...so I made a meme.

( Who's on YOUR superhero team? )

Check out that leer, and those smug eyes. Go digging for what? Bodies? I didn't click the link, but this is what I assume, from the ad itself. (Not that going out digging isn't... nice... but I have a suspicion that this is a "dig your own grave so I don't have to" affair.) Good going, Facebook, you could start nightmares about tanned blonds with shovels; why didn't I think of that?

...to those Americans on my f'list. I have much to be thankful for, so before I start putting food in my stomach, I'd like to take note of that - because that tradition is a good one, even if the rest of the holiday is a bit "eh?" worthy. Firstly, I'm thankful for a great family, and wonderful friends, who support me through thick and thin; you guys rule. Without you, I'd probably be a sobbing mess in some corner, and this way I'm far more functional and do at least a bit of good. Secondly, I'm thankful for my cat, who becomes more and more my fuzzy little child - she provides the support when all the walls fall down, and some entertainment as well. Thirdly, I'm thankful for a home, in both the metaphorical and physical sense - even if it can get irritating during a remodeling.

And of course I'm thankful for the internet, which has made me a functional human being, but that's a "no duh" kind of thing.

Eat too much, try to be with the family you can stand. That's our tradition, pretty much.

A few days ago, the remodeling guys taped thick paper to the floor, because they were painting and didn't want it to get everywhere. I thought very little of it, other than the fact that, "Yeah, that's going to tear pretty quick, thick or not."

Last night, my cat discovered that if she takes a running start, she can slide across the paper like a slip'n'slide. She proceeded to do this, over and over, and I knew that if I grabbed my phone or a camera, she'd stop doing it. Her little fun ended when she went careening sideways into a bunch of tools and knocked them all down; after that, she refused to leave my room for a little while.

In light of our remodeling, my parents asked for just one thing that I wanted. I named it as an mp3 player, and they obliged with a Philips Aria. It's pretty fancy, with video and picture capabilities; much fancier than it needs to be, but I appreciate the extra effort my dad went to. He doesn't just look up gadgets to buy people. He reads pages and pages of reviews, talks to his equally tech-savvy coworkers, and goes the whole nine yards. So when he gives me something, I know it's gotten favorable reviews from a wide range of people.

There's just one problem. The mp3 player hates my computer. Oh, they'll sync up, and I can transfer things over to the player. But that's once a restart. If I disconnect it and forgot a piece of music, I'm out of luck, unless I want to restart the computer. Plus, ten minutes later, something about the USB connector gives the computer a blue screen of death. So, in short, the computer refuses to believe that the player exists, and the player wants to kill the computer.

Since the laptop's name is Moriarty, I've named my mp3 player Sherlock.

Tomorrow -- if I have time -- I'll see if it's just a bad USB cable. In the meantime, I have a feud on my hands. Hopefully it's just a bad cable, which would make my life much easier. If it is... then Sherlock and Moriarty will cohabit, and maybe legitimize those Sherlock/Moriarty slash fics out there.

Surfacescapes Demo Walkthrough from Surfacescapes on Vimeo.

We're getting closer and closer to what was considered "fun ideas" in science fiction only 20 years ago. Obviously, this system wouldn't be good for everyone in its current state. Munchkins would likely find its ways to be too standard, unless characters are completely customizable in that regard ("But I can fire off 3D6 more than that!"). The character generation method isn't shown in the video, so I couldn't judge it on that. (Heck with the munchkins, they don't deserve toys this shiny.) I really like the interactive and fun nature of the whole thing, and I know some DMs who would love that world map and slide show aspect.

Never mind that the table PC itself is going to be extremely expensive.

An advertisement on the side of Eljay tells me that I can get a degree in bounty hunting. I was not aware of this before. Does it come with a free helmet and grappling hook? Is my diploma burned into the back of one of my victims bounties?

Well, it'd never work out, my bounties would always get away from me (or kill me); I'd be too busy trying to come up with a cold-sounding one-liner.

Okay - back to writing.

My custom layout died today, for unknown reasons, so I have something temporary up until I find the time to customize a new one. I'm not sure where you went, layout, but I liked you - a lot. Before you, I used to change my layout all of the time. Then I stopped doing that and was content. And now, I fear, I'm going back to my old habits. RIP, layout.

Also, because of the sheer Bayhem, I now own Transformers 2. Bring on the explosions, baby.

(I know, I know. It's like being a hardcore fan of Beast Wars and Beast Machines - it's unnatural. But I can't change my love of eye candy. Just think of it like the alternate universe fanfiction that you know is bad, but can't stop reading because of the crack.)

I just woke up from a really disjointed sleep cycle... woke up at 11:30, ten minutes after I'd gone to sleep because I was exhausted, no idea why; then 1:30am, because cats were having sexy-time outside my window; then 9:00, because the television got turned on ridiculously loud, and now noon because my cat wanted food. I feel rested, thank god, but I also had a dream where I was a loony tunes-type supervillain who exploded oil drums all over her nemesis' (Drew Carrey's...) best suits. And I had other villains (apparently I was in a villain coalition) like Deadpool and the Joker telling me I was doing it wrong. We also fought the loony tunes power rangers at one point, who were generally useless and just had tacky one-liners. We opposed a regular superhero coalition, full of regular heroes like Captain America and Batman, but we hardly fought them, and when we did they kicked our asses. No idea who Drew Carrey was when he suited up - but I did not want to see him in spandex.

On the one hand, it was awesome, because Matt Damon was in the villain coalition and he kept morphing into various comic villains that he had played in the movies (in this universe, he had apparently played all of them). And he had played them all really badly and with a lisp. So he would morph into them, for like 15 seconds, say something corny and Mr. Freeze-worthy, and then become a regular jackass again. I distinctly remember Batman punching him in the face for one of his liners.

On the other hand, I had apparently become a villain because I was an abused kid who worked for her abusive dad at his car repair place, and I wore flannel because it was cheap at a shop nearby. So the parts where I had to be normal sucked. I don't even think anyone called me by my villain name, so no idea what it was.

Still beats the spider nightmare I woke up at at 1:30.

It's raining today - or at least drizzling - which makes me a very happy Crow, indeed. It motivated me to stay home from computer lab, in order to take pictures and to bask in my favorite weather. If you put me out there and refreshed my memory a bit, I might even burst into Singing in the Rain, that's the level of love we're talking about here.

I was feeling a little depressed last night, because of things that were always out of my control, and silences, but that's all gone now.

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