| and i know that i'll never be fixed--tell me why oh why are my genetics such a bitch? |
[01 Feb 2010|06:00pm] |
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Repo! The Genetic Opera--Infected |
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The specialist said that they can attempt to correct my binocular diplopia with an adjustment to my glasses prescription, but he has no idea what's causing my monocular diplopia and can thus do nothing to treat it.
For the kids in the back of the class, that means they're going to try to fix the smaller of my double vision problems, but my bad eye is essentially fucked for good and they don't know why or if it's going to get worse.
Thank you and goodnight.
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| i wake up in the night all alone and it's all right |
[31 Jan 2010|12:11am] |
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Ben Folds Five--Gone |
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I dreamt that Crowley from Good Omens was reassigned so his only demonic mission in life was to tempt me, personally, to sin. As in sticky, depraved, kinky, toe-curling sin, at my side twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week to attend to each and every time I wanted to sign off a little bit of my soul and have a quick smoke afterward.
As it was a non-lucid dream, I responded by turning into a velociraptor and kicking him in the nads.
You guys know the kind of nightmares I have, so you'll understand the gravity of this, but SHITTIEST. FUCKING. DREAM. EVER.
p.s. something I ate decided to make me do a sea cucumber impression re: digestive upset
p.s.s. I dug so deep into a sore on my earlobe during a series of obsessive fits that the entire ear and part of my neck feels hot and the scar tissue from where my piercing healed over is kind of, like, bulging out, being careful to keep it from getting infected though
p.s.s.s. my diploma arrived in the mail
I really have no business being unhappy right now. I really don't. I feel terrible being unhappy when I have a zillion good things going on right now, but it's like the little things are ganging up and just collectively curbstomping the shit out of me.
Like the pack of compys in the SNES Jurassic Park game.
No, the decent one.
See, you didn't think I'd get it back around to dinosaurs, did you.
Did you.
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| true story of man--man and machine |
[27 Jan 2010|03:08pm] |
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Delcat: pfff
Delcat: a guy just came in, sat down, and said "LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON THE COMPUTER TODAY"
Zeiss: PFFFFFFFFFF
Zeiss: PERHAPS RECIPES
Delcat: IDK ICONS AND JUNK??
Delcat: oh God he's reading the label on the side intently
Zeiss: oh god
Zeiss: ask him if the little man inside is okay
Delcat: what the fucking fuck
Zeiss: now make a little voice and say "HELP ME"
Delcat: I AM THE FAIRY OF THE HARD DRIVE
Delcat: DID YOU DROP THIS SOLID GOLD FLASH DRIVE INTO ME?
Delcat: THEN WHAT ABOUT THIS SOLID SILVER FLASH DRIVE?
Zeiss: is he sniffing the keyboard y/n
Delcat: he is reading very intently and I think mouthing along with the words a bit
Delcat: His mouth is hanging open, in any case
Zeiss: I didn't know Chris even went to your college.
Delcat: ffffffff
Delcat: quickly insult his e-honor and I'll see if he throws the keyboard across the room
Zeiss: I can totally see him as him
Delcat: this college, I swear
Zeiss: LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON THE COMPUTER TODAY
Zeiss: IS MY HONOR SAFE
Zeiss: GOOD
Delcat: NEXT STEP: MAKE POSTS OF EXACTLY FIVE WORDS IN THREADS THAT ARE EXACTLY FOUR MONTHS DEAD
Zeiss: THIS KEYBOARD IS BAD
Zeiss: I THINK WE SHOULD SHOOT IT
Delcat: I am like afraid to turn my iPod back on now because I'm afraid I'll miss him saying something epic
Zeiss: oh man
Zeiss: is he eating the mouse y/n
Delcat: He seems to have calmed down now, although he's still mouth-breathing
Delcat: okay now he is making weird hand motions to his music
Zeiss: JAZZ HANDS
Delcat: I mean I have headbanged unabashedly in the lab before but this is more like autistic hand-flapping
Zeiss: JAZZ FLAPS
Zeiss: ask him if his ship has landed
Delcat: man there are too many Criminal Justice majors I'm gonna get my ass kicked one of these days
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| before the cut, why agonize? |
[15 Jan 2010|06:31am] |
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 oh sweet baby jeebus |
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Repo! The Genetic Opera--Zydrate Anatomy |
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Myself: Ugh, I'm sick of sitting around worrying about those test results. I'm going to see if I can't Google up some details on my condition so I won't feel so in the dark.
Soon...
Myself: Great, I've gone from finding the name of my condition to finding statistics about it to finding a reassuring FAQ on the treatment of it! I feel much more confident now that I'm well-informed. This was a good idea. Hm, a .pdf on what to expect from the surgery I'm probably going to need...sounds like the next logical step! *click*
Myself: Oh well that's perfectly BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORF
Yeah, I know, this is kid stuff compared to the original operation, in which they popped out the entire eye and THEN started digging around in it, but good God, Eye Scream much? And if it's misaligned, they tug on the sutures once you're awake to fix it. Good God I don't even. INTERNET >(
...YMCA just came on my Winamp shuffle. I think it's trying to cheer me up. Aw, Winamp shuffle, you just understand me, don't you?
Oh well. It still sounds better than the "inject Botox into the muscles of the eye" option. ...I think.
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| the chemicals are wearing off |
[12 Jan 2010|08:49pm] |
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Ben Folds Five--Gone |
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I went to my eye appointment today. After two and a half hours of poking and prodding, including an injection that nearly made me throw up and faint, they determined that I have trace cataracts in both eyes, but my real problem is that the muscles of my bad eye have degenerated even more since my retinal detachment surgery. Possible treatment I need has gone from 20-minute outpatient microsurgery to God knows what kind of muscle surgery, and he only said it MIGHT help--I have to wait a week for test results and a specialist referral before I know anything for sure. Fuck my eye and FML.
...oh well, at least this means I'll probably be getting mileage out of my old eyepatch avatar again.
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| "Call me crazy, but as a general rule, I don't purchase flora from giant homicidal flying fish." |
[08 Jan 2010|02:40pm] |
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I watched 9 with Megan last night, and I was gonna make a post on how steampunk is evolving into bonepunk, into contraptions of flesh and gears and marrow and metal, but then I made a bunch of icons from a Silhouette Mirage LP and lost my train of thought so hurpadurp here we go
( Mega-obscure game icon flash tiem )
BUT ANYWAY THE MAIN THING HERE IS THAT IF THEY START CALLING ORGANIC STEAMPUNK "BONEPUNK" I TOTALLY DID IT FIRST AND CAN SUE AND JUNK
gawd I need to get off my ass and do some shit
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| spleens, intestines, and spines, and brains |
[04 Jan 2010|04:18am] |
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Repo! The Genetic Opera--Lungs and Livers (Geneco Jingle) |
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I try to draw chibis, and this happens.
This was a teeny teeny sketch (the speech bubbles are both smaller than a dime, for perspective), so I couldn't do much with detail and it turned out shittier than usual. It was fun, though, and the first pic I've done so far with a background. A shitty background, mind, but a background.
Been watchin' Treasure game LPs lately. Imagine it shows. Also inspired by Zarla's number-monsters. As usual, I know my art sucks, tell me how to make it suck less if you can.
Mmyep.
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| moltin': a drama in two parts |
[31 Dec 2009|04:51am] |
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Actually, addax don't moult, so this falls under the Dreizehn Bein' Weird category, which is a pretty large category to begin with. His horns also don't look like addax horns because addax horns do not take well to MS Paint. Neither does the color yellow, so he's temporarily non-blonde.
...yeah, I just graduated college. I'll drop a few hours making ridiculous MS Paint comics about RP characters I don't actually use anymore if I want to, thanks.
Mmmyep.
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| my final word on the semester |
[27 Dec 2009|05:49am] |
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Mischief Makers--Level Select (from LP I'm watching) |
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Myself: (moodily, over the remains of my Christmas dinner wine) I hope Joe Fields gets fired.
Megan: Out of a cannon?
Myself: Yes!
Megan: Into an ocean?
Myself: YES!
ilu Megan
fuck you brain I don't have cancer I'm just not sleeping or eating or taking my medication very well right now
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| the grades are in |
[16 Dec 2009|01:21am] |
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This was a triumph
I'm making a note here--"Huge success"
It's hard to overstate my satisfaction
Aperture Science
We do what we must because we can
For the good of all of us
(Except the ones who are dead)
But there's no sense crying over every mistake
You just keep on trying 'til you run out of cake
And the classes get done, and you make a neat pun
For the people who are still alive
I'm not even angry
I'm being so sincere right now
Though they almost broke my heart and killed me
And tore me to pieces
And threw every piece into a fire
As I burned it hurt but now
I am so happy, it's true
Now these points of data make a beautiful line
And we're out of beta, we're releasing on time
So I'm glad I got burned, think of all the things I learned
For the people who are still alive
I'm going to leave now
I think I've spent too much time inside
Maybe you'll find someone else to help you
Maybe Joe Fields
(That was a joke, ha-ha, fat chance)
Anyway, this cake is great, it's so delicious and moist
Look at me, still talking when there's science to do
When I look out there, it makes me glad I'm not you
I've experiments to run, there is research to be done
On the people who are still alive
Believe me, I am still alive
I'm doing writing and I'm still alive
I feel fantastic and I'm still alive
While you're dying, I'll be still alive
And when you're dead, I will be still alive
Still alive
Still alive
I'm going to graduate.
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| maybe i'll be famous, earning me a big pool, anything that sounds cool--you name it |
[11 Dec 2009|07:13pm] |
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Chipz!--One Day When I Grow Up |
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The week before Thanksgiving:
Myself: Oh God, the college writing competition's up but I'm too drained to do anything new. I think I have something on my computer that'll fit each of the three categories, though, so I might as well enter in all of them, maybe get a $25 third prize between them...nothing to lose, I guess.
Today:
I SWEPT THE FUCKING BOARD.
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
For those curious, the winning essay is here, the winning fiction is a thrice-revised version of this, and the poem is...er, I haven't actually posted it anywhere because I don't know when poetry is shit or not, I guess I can throw it in here. It's 90% dialogue from a terrible nightmare I had, same as the other winning poem I submitted that one year. Can't remember if this one was also written while stoned on cold meds, which means I probably was.
( Corporal DuWhite )
...still think it's a bit shit, honestly, but I obviously know nothing about poetry |D
aw man I can't believe it man
fuck yeahr
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| ah, why amuse yourself in such a way? |
[03 Dec 2009|12:48am] |
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I dreamt that I had to get somewhere, but I could barely drag myself around, and every time I reached the door, someone would look at me and I'd be back in bed, and there were awful birds running around everywhere.
Logically, I know it was large muscle paralysis and my immediate surroundings seen in half-wakefulness impacting my dream, but gorram if I don't feel Toriningen'd.
In case anyone actually cares, I've been offline because school is raising my stress above levels that I can socialize at. I'll be checking e-mail and stuff after finals week next week, so be patient. Sorry.
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| chekhov's life was miserable, chekhov had tb; chekhov suffered for his art, like me |
[19 Nov 2009|01:26am] |
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Company--Chekhov |
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I'm ready to shoot myself in the gorram face over this astronomy class. The teacher has been bullshitting around so long that the test we were supposed to take on October 1st is going to be our final. He's ~*making it up to us*~ by making it a hard, but open-note test. Unfortunately, he's given us so many useless junk statistics that I have sixty-two fucking pages of notes with more to come. A lack of forethought on his part should NOT constitute an emergency on mine.
If anyone could offer suggestions on what to do, it'd be greatly appreciated. Otherwise, just cunting kill me and get it over with.
On a lighter note, Zeiss and I are working on another joint snark. Whoop de shit.
ETA: Actually, this song cheered me up considerably. Thank you Ashley and Winamp shuffle. Tips would still be appreciated, though.
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| i see the sues walk by dressed in their sparkly clothes, i have to turn my head while my bile goes |
[15 Nov 2009|08:59pm] |
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Rolling Stones--Paint It Black |
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( How to Seduce a Demon 2/3 )
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| from the tiniest little tadger to the world's biggest prick |
[11 Nov 2009|04:20pm] |
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Monty Python--The Penis Song |
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Snark 5/5 of this update, check previous posts for more!
Zeiss and I were neck-and-neck in the Snark-a-Thon, so I suggested that we do the gentlemanly thing and cross the finish line together with a joint snark. He agreed, and suggested that there was only one way to do it...
"Drink my magical sperm and you will go back in time": Zeiss and Del take down Anal Fantasy in the big Snark-a-Thon finale
Yes, the classic has finally received proper snark treatment. You will note I did not put down a NWS tag, because anyone stupid enough to click on a topic with the phrase "Anal Fantasy" on it at work deserves to be fired. Come for the snark, stay for Rabid Badger's shocking revelation!
And so, the Snark-a-Thon draws to a close. In the future: More mutual snark of Inky's fanfiction, a snark produced through a lost bet, and another half-assed MiSTing. Stay tuned!
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| i 'spect to live here 'til i'm ninety, it's the vamps that must go and not me |
[11 Nov 2009|04:13pm] |
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Pete Seeger--Acres of Clams |
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Snark 4/5 of this update, check next posts for more!
( In which Del makes an abortion joke ON PURPOSE )
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quixotic
awake