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[24 Oct 2005|06:10am]
[ mood | tired ]

Official Survivor
Congratulations! You scored 77%!

Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the
right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere.
Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 39% on survivalpoints
Link: The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test written by ci8db4uok on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test
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[17 Oct 2005|03:33am]
[ mood | irritated ]

so drusilla is stalking the fuzzle, and making the cutest little chirpy noises. personally, i don't understand how cats manage to survive in the wild if they make so much noise when hunting. anyway, drusilla may be a ridiculously skittish, antisocial priss, and she may hiss at the drop of a hat, but she's frisky and adorable and i'm glad i'm keeping her.

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[12 Oct 2005|05:12pm]
[ mood | discontent ]

so i had this dream last night. i was dating spike (from buffy), which was a recent development - say, a month or so. i was over at his house, which, in the dream, was bobbo's place. anyway, i was looking for something in the fridge, and started talking to myself (like we crazies are known to do) - something along the lines of "don't touch me - i hate you!" i think i put my hand up to my hair to start tugging at it. anyway, spike had come up behind me, all quiet-like, and put his arms around my waist and asked me, "who are you talking to, love?"

i spun around and dropped what i was holding - which was a glass bottle of blood, kind of shaped like a gatorade bottle - and it shattered, with blood and glass going everywhere. i started blushing and said, "you've discovered one of my embarrassing idiosyncrasies - talking to myself. i hope i can keep you from discovering that i pick my nose." he said, "i thought only crazies and the like talked to themselves." i turned back around (his arms were still around me) and replied, "i thought you already knew i was a crazy." he hugged me and said, "well, i guess that's so. so, if you were talking to yourself, does that mean you were telling yourself not to touch you, or were you actually talking to somebody else?"

i thought about it for a moment, and turned back around and said, "... i don't know. i was... thinking about someone, and i don't know if i was saying all that to him, to scare him out of my head, or to me, because i was mad for thinking about him to begin with." he replied, "well, if you were thinking about some other bloke, then i think i'm going to have to beat him up. for you, of course." his head was cocked to the side as he was saying it - it was all the most adorably cute thing i'd ever seen - and i giggled, nuzzled his nose, and hugged him around the neck. then we left the kitchen.

i wish more of my dreams were like that. most of them involve running from people who are trying to kill me. hell, i wish my life was more like that. maybe i should move to england, where everyone has a british accent and listens to the sex pistols, and wears black trenchcoats in case they have to dash from a building to the car in sunlight.

4 raindrops|rain on my parade

[09 Oct 2005|03:12am]
[ mood | accomplished ]

so, i did my good deed for the night, thereby keeping myself firmly in the chaotic neutral category, whatever the alignment quiz might say.

i just rescued the world's dumbest/luckiest cat. bobbo's back fence seems to be a death trap for animals. first, there was this poor bird... i have no clue how the dumb thing wedged its head into the fence, but it starved to death before anyone noticed, because we almost never go out on the back porch.

so. i was sitting at the computer, midnightish, when i heard a cat crying... i thought it might be sid, but i found sid lounging around the kitchen, and he was just fine. so i thought, maybe it's a weird variation on bobbo's snoring (he was asleep on the couch at the time). i ignored it for an hour, at which point i got annoyed with the snoring and sent him to bed for real. a few minutes later, the crying started up again...

i decided to go out back to investigate...

when i opened the back door, the crying got louder. definitely a cat. i talked to it, and followed the sound to the back corner of the deck. i couldn't see it very well, so i had to move the grill so it wasn't blocking the light, but when i did... there was a beautiful long-haired, tortoise shell kitty, standing on the barrel in the corner, with her paw up against the fence. i thought maybe her claw was caught, as has happened to my own cats when they've tried to climb my pants legs, so i went to lift her out.

no avail. the poor cat's toe and half of her pad were wedged tight. i tried to lift her myself, and it wouldn't budge. fortunately, she was a trusting kitty, not an injured spaz, and was very calm when i was trying to get her free. also fortunately, at about that time, the owner came outside because she heard the cat crying. the two of us couldn't get her unstuck, because she was wedged so far in the fence, so i had to wake up doug to help. ultimately, he had to crack one of the pieces of wood, but she came free!

what a goofy cat. i'm not sure whether she fell/jumped from the tree, or was just climbing around on the fence for no good reason, but she was lucky. she could have lost her toe, or been hanging by her toe for hours, if there wasn't a barrel just high enough for her to stand on. she could have been stuck longer than that, if i hadn't been awake or her owner hadn't lived right next door and heard her. we could have been a bunch of cat-haters, and tortured her to death. we could have had a big, cat-eating dog. et cetera.

all in all, this is why i keep my cats indoors.

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[03 Oct 2005|06:59pm]
[ mood | blah ]

everyone else took it, so why not me...

You are a

Social Liberal
(63% permissive)

and an...

Economic Liberal
(30% permissive)

You are best described as a:


Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid
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[28 Sep 2005|05:12pm]
[ mood | bored ]

You Are A: Kitten!

kitty catCute as can be, kittens are playful, mischevious, and ever-curious. Kittens are often loving, but are known to scratch or bite when annoyed. These adorable animals are the most popular pets in the United States--37% of American households have at least one cat. Whether it is your gentle purr or your disarming appearance, you make a wonderful kitten.

You were almost a: Turtle or a Monkey
You are least like a: Pony or a LambWhat Cute Animal Are You?
2 raindrops|rain on my parade

[12 Sep 2005|04:24pm]
[ mood | busy ]

when it rains, it pours. anyone who has me on their friends list will find their friends page overflowing with my entries. so. i picked up drop/add forms. i got one of four signatures (one each to drop classes, two for the one i hope to add). i talked to the professor of one of my classes, who was completely understanding and willing to work with me to get me caught up in class. things are going well, so far. also, i noticed i made it to 7th on the waiting list for my japanese class. not that it means anything, because the waitlist period has expired, so i need to actually talk to the professor to get in anyway. but still. one thing at a time.

at 5:15, i'm going to talk to the professor of the other class i missed today. talking to my first professor ran over, and i didn't want to tell her i had to go because there she was, being understanding about me missing five classes. i've decided to forgo fancy excuses about why i've missed so much class, and just tell them the truth. it's worked so far.

the cats were really glad to see me when i got home. that is, they were really glad to be fed, but the purring didn't stop when the eating did, and they all let me hold them for a few minutes at a time, even drusilla. max even tried to jump into my lap at one point, but it happened to be while i was going to the bathroom, so his claws dug into my skin instead of pants, and i shrieked and scared them all. ah well. i'm really hoping bobbo talks to his coworker before thursday, so i can take sasha back to louisville and only have five cats. not that sasha isn't sweet, in his own bath-hating way, but i'm running through cat food and litter far too quickly for my budget.

i'm kind of tired. i'm not sure why that is, because i got plenty of sleep. i'm anxious to go home and take care of the mess the kittens made of the bathroom, and joe and joules made of the cat room (i have them separated so they don't kill each other). i also want to read. i didn't get to read all weekend, because i was so tired. blargh. i've been productive enough for one day. i want it to stop.

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[12 Sep 2005|03:31pm]
[ mood | awake ]

yes, i'm supposed to be in class right now. shut-the-fuck-up. finding out which buffy character i'm most like is far more important. it has nothing to do with getting lost on campus and giving up because i was sweating like a pig.

anyway, i thought everyone would be thrilled to know, i finally have my otakon 2005 pictures up! go, enjoy, comment, ID the characters if you can. http://www.fuhq.net/photogallery/thumbnails.php?album=23

and DON'T look at my dragoncon album yet!!! it's nowhere near finished! you'll just have to go back and look at them all over again when i officially post the link! seriously, only about a quarter of the pictures are up.

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[12 Sep 2005|03:18pm]
[ mood | awake ]

well, this fits in well with my buffy character test results. online quizzes can't lie, and of course they take into consideration every complicated facet of your personality. so, i'm definitely someone you wouldn't want to take home to mother. lol.

the amusing thing about my results is, i scored 75% on both chaotic evil and chaotic good. ah well, i guess that's what the little tie-breaker question at the end was for. i'm just barely more evil than good. wouldn't that make me... neutral? so i'm chaotic neutral.

You scored as Chaotic Evil. A Chaotic Evil person is destructive to the extreme. These people put no value in life or beauty, taking pleasure in destroying both what is good and what is ordered. They have little to no respect for laws and the rights of others. Revenge is a powerful motivator for these people.


Chaotic Evil


Chaotic Good


Neutral Evil


Chaotic Neutral


True Neutral


Neutral Good


Lawful Evil


Lawful Good


Lawful Neutral


What is your Alignment?
created with QuizFarm.com
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[12 Sep 2005|03:13pm]
[ mood | awake ]

Pure Geek
47 % Nerd, 69% Geek, 26% Dork
For The Record:

A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Geek, earning you the title of: Pure Geek.

It's not that you're a school junkie, like the nerd, and you don't really stand out in a crowd, like the dork, you just have some interests that aren't quite mainstream. Perhaps it's anime, perhaps it's computers, perhaps it's bottlecaps, perhaps it's all of those and more. Your interests take you to events and gatherings that are filled with people you find unusual and beyond-the-pale, but you don't quite consider yourself "of that crowd." Instead, you consider yourself to be fairly normal.

Which, you are.

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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You scored higher than 35% on nerdiness

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You scored higher than 93% on geekosity

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You scored higher than 33% on dork points
Link: The Nerd? Geek? or Dork? Test written by donathos on Ok Cupid
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[12 Sep 2005|03:02pm]
[ mood | awake ]

63% amorality, 54% passion, 36% spirituality, 18% selflessness
Faith is a powerhouse, and you might be, too. Passion-driven, down-to-earth, and willing to do what it takes to get things done and have a good time doing them, she is tough and sexy. Now, this test didn't rate your sexiness, but with these kinds of traits, that's probably true as well.

You rate as one of the most dynamic characters of the Buffy universe.


My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

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You scored higher than 52% on morality

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You scored higher than 26% on repose

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You scored higher than 7% on spirituality

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You scored higher than 3% on selflessness
Link: The 4-Variable Buffy Personality Test written by donathos on OkCupid Free Online Dating
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[31 Aug 2005|08:11pm]
[ mood | amused ]

just to embrace the spirit of coming back to lj, i've decided to post some goofy quiz results!

the Prankster
(42% dark, 30% spontaneous, 15% vulgar)
your humor style:

Your humor has an intellectual, even conceptual slant to it. You're not
pretentious, but you're not into what some would call 'low humor'
either. You'll laugh at a good dirty joke, but you definitely prefer
something clever to something moist.

You probably like well-thought-out pranks and/or spoofs and it's highly
likely you've tried one of these things yourself. In a lot of ways,
yours is the most entertaining type of humor because it's smart without
being mean-spirited.

PEOPLE LIKE YOU: Conan O'Brian - Ashton Kutcher

The 3-Variable Funny Test!

- it rules -

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 29% on darkness
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You scored higher than 11% on spontaneity
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You scored higher than 5% on vulgarity
Link: The 3 Variable Funny Test written by jason_bateman on OkCupid Free Online Dating

406,590 descendants
- you're more genetically fit than 56% of the current population -
Nice. You're no Mongol warlord, but to have that many copies of your
genetic code running around 800 years from now is pretty impressive.

You're not at the top of the scoring spectrum, but, honestly, when you
consider that the cheaters, swindlers, and football players of this
world are statistically best-equipped to create children, scoring in
the middle is something to be proud of. You have the right mixture of
attributes. As you'll see below, some of your lines will die out, but
your genetic material will thrive here on earth for a long time to

A close friend of mine created a program to generate family trees
for this test. It's based on your unique answers. We accounted for
sterility, birth rates, death rates, disease, drug abuse, nitwitism, and
accidents and came up with this, for you. Note that you'll have significant offspring with two separate partners; the second of your genetic lines is slighly faded to make the chart easier to read. The second line could represent either a second marriage or an affair:

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
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You scored higher than 75% on fitnessfactor
Link: The Genghis Khan Genetic Fitness Test written by gwendolynbooks on Ok Cupid
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[31 Aug 2005|05:49pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

okay, now for the otakon update. it was august 19-21, and i had been looking forward to it pretty much since last otakon. those of you who have been keeping up with my journal know that i was planning to go as miho, and i must say, my costume turned out marvelous. i'm going to try to talk nick into hosting my pictures, even though he didn't get to go this year, and when there's a link i'll let you know. anyway, doug also went in costume, as great teacher largo, which looked just excellent, and emily was going to go as ping but interesting stuff happened and she wound up not cosplaying after all.

the trip down was... interesting. i drove the first five hours (of a ten-hour drive), and didn't manage to get more than 2 hours of sleep the rest of the way. i am never trying to fall asleep in the front passenger seat of bobbo's car again. i am forewarned for dragoncon! (which is this weekend.) when i moved to the back seat, i managed a couple of hours, but then i woke up to the air conditioning being off and me sweating to death, whosever bright idea that was. when we got to the hotel, we discovered that we couldn't check in until 3pm, which was kind of a surprise. so we changed into costume and got in line for the con. the line moved really fast, actually - i was amazed, especially considering the fact that 20,000 people preregistered. also, very amazingly coincidentally, a friend of mine from two otakons ago, who i keep up with on AIM, and his party turned out to be the very next people in line behind us! i kept running into them during the con, too, which was cool, though we didn't ever get a real chance to hang out much. i should have had dinner with them or something...

anyway, i didn't get as much out of friday as i would have liked to, because i was dead-tired. i didn't go to any of the anime showings i wanted to, because sitting still for too long made me want to fall asleep. when i found myself wandering around the dealer's room in a daze, barely noticing people who recognized my costume and not even caring to take people's pictures, i realized i needed to take a nap. i got about 30 minutes of sleep and felt much better, but soon after that doug and emily wanted to head back to the hotel for the night. i didn't much blame them - i didn't think i could have stayed awake much longer. however, it meant leaving at 7:00, which meant missing the first showing of the AMV contest and the hentai panel, which i had been wanting to see. alas. i only took about 35 pictures all day.

doug and emily crashed when we got home. i got pictures of them asleep with their mouths open - very cute. i managed to stay up until 10:00, showering, eating, painting my nails, talking to bobbo, etc. unfortunately, i was very unused to going to bed so early, so i woke up at 2:00am and couldn't fall back asleep until 6:00. bah. and of course, i had to get up at 8:30 to get in costume and everything. dressing like that every day would just not be worth it. we were late getting to the AMV contest reshowing, so i had mixed feelings when i discovered there was another reshowing at 12:30. i could have slept an extra 1.5 hours! also, the earlier videos didn't turn out to be really worth it - all the good ones were at the end. at that point, i split off by myself to wander around aimlessly, taking pictures, as well as to visit the artist alley. when i got to the mac hall booth, i explained to ian about taking his picture last year with his eyes crossed, and about the memory card becoming corrupt and me losing the pictures (if anyone out there thinks they can magically salvage my pictures, i still have the memory card they're on). he seemed very surprised that i thought crossed eyes constituted a "good picture," but he very nicely crossed his eyes for a picture this year, and i was very happy. also in the artist alley, i bought an awesome shirt from the little gamers guys that says "playing video games makes me sexy," which is entirely true.

saturday evening was the megatokyo panel. it was a nice change from the ones i'd been two before, which were pretty much the same thing every time - questions and answer sessions and fred talking about how much his art sucks. this is megatokyo's five year anniversary, so he had a slideshow prepared showing the beginnings of megatokyo, as well as some pictures of actual locations in japan he based various drawings on. it was very good. and also, he unveiled the new boo plushie yayayayayay!!! afterwards, there was a rather haphazard megatokyo photoshoot, but i'm happy with my pictures from it. doug and i got our picture taken with fred, which was cool.

after the photoshoot doug and i tried to get our pictures taken in the photo suite, but it was already closed for the day, so we made plans to do it sunday. i wandered around more, taking more random pictures. for a while i just sat around and talked to a fellow cosplayer while resting my poor aching feet. maybe next year i will have comfy shoes again... anyway, i made up for friday, taking about 135 pictures that day. we headed home shortly after the masquerade (which i didn't wind up going to, but i got good pictures of people coming out of it), i talked to bobbo on the phone for a long time, and then i showered and went to bed, getting about six or so hours of sleep again.

sunday, of course, was short. doug and i got our pictures taken right away (which turned out very very well, imo), and then we went downstairs to wait in the megatokyo line, because i wanted a sketch from fred. unfortunately, fred went on break right when we got there, and we couldn't stick around because emily had class the next day and we needed to get back before midnight if at all possible. we went upstairs to check on our pictures, and they told us 15 more minutes, but then they had troubles with the printer and it was about 2:00 before we got them. i probably could have waited in the megatokyo line by that time, grr. ah well, next year. anyway, since cosplay and pictures are what i go to cons for, i was very happy to be able to leave with the pictures in hand. it was what i had been looking forward to most. to save time on the trip back, we stopped at fast food places and ate in the car. i managed to get a lot of sleep on the way back, thankfully, not even noticing one time when we stopped for gas. unfortunately, my pictures of ashland didn't turn out well at all. i'm thinking next year, i'll just have to pull over onto the shoulder and get out and take pictures - either that, or try to find some online. ashland at night is t3h awesome - it looks like vector out of ff6 or something. anyway, i drove the last couple of hours home.

so, there's the official otakon update! and of course, dragoncon is this weekend, so expect a long post about that when i get around to it. and pictures!

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[31 Aug 2005|04:16pm]
[ mood | chipper ]

so it's been a while, but i figured the best way to celebrate being back in school was to skip the first three days of class and update my livejournal. old habits die hard, no?

let's see. how long has it actually been since i updated? ... just over two months. not a lot of note has happened in that time, but what happened is of much note, so note it i will. the main things that come to mind are kittens and otakon.

first, kittens!!! my crazy step-grandparents are always feeding stray cats (which is very nice of them, and their own prerogative, but expensive and getting out of hand). this leads to them constantly having stray kittens that need homes. recently, i heard of a place called alley cat advocates in louisville (part of the nationwide alley cat allies program) which spays and neuters stray cats for free, provided they are going to be released into the wild again (in other words, they don't just fix your pets for free for you). this is a wonderful idea because it gets rid of the cat overpopulation problem without just killing cats for no reason. if a cat can make it in the wild, more power to them. the problem is, since it's a relatively new organization here, and the only one of its kind, there's a two-month waiting list to get the cats fixed.

well, i didn't know how long the wait was going to be, and i caught eight of the twelve kittens that were living there at the time. one of them bobbo's mom was going to adopt (yes, i've decided to abandon cute nicknames for people, because coming up with cute nicknames for new people is about as much hassle as coming up with cute names for kittens), and i was thinking about adopting two myself, leaving five that still needed homes, and seven kittens plus two adult cats in bobbo's condo. we were overrun with cute.

fortunately, bobbo has been very good about all these extra kittens. he even really likes one of them, and might wind up adopting him (he's at least hanging onto him for me for the semester). also fortunately, we found homes for two more, and we have two people thinking about taking a third. on the less fortunate but predictable end of things, i have convinced myself that where two kittens are good, four are better! i will definitely be keeping three, and if bobbo decides not to keep the last one after all, he will be my fourth, bringing me up to a total of six cats. i always knew i would become a crazy cat lady before i became an old lady. so what that i'm only allowed to have two pets in my apartment according to the lease. what's life without living dangerously?

so now, a rundown on the kittens' vital statistics, for those of you who care. the one bobbo's mom adopted, tinkerbell, was the sweetest one when we caught them all. she's a medium/long haired kitten (i've never seen a long haired cat as a kitten, so i don't know how to judge such things), and she's mostly white with big brown patches. i'd never seen a brown cat before, like chocolate-labrador brown, but there were two of them among these kittens. anyway, she's becoming less shy around bobbo's parents, and gets along with their other cats well, which is good.

the other brown and white one, calamity (i'm sure her name has been changed since being adopted, but i don't know what to), was the pissiest one of the original four. fortunately for her, she had finally started to come around and let females hold her when charlie's friend jen came over to see about adopting one. none of the kittens are very keen on bobbo, of course, because he does mean things to them like put them in the freezer, put their heads in his mouth, and stomp around and startle them on purpose. because of that, they're a little bit wary of guys in general. so she was the second one out of the house. i haven't heard how she's been doing since then.

the third one to be adopted was tigger, who has since been renamed to vash the stampede. he's a short haired tiger striped kitten. i was not sorry to see the little bastard go. he was absolutely terrified of people. if you managed to catch him, he usually clawed you something fierce trying to get away. he was the only one of the kittens who wouldn't come close enough to take a cat treat, and he spent most of his time hiding behind the dryer or under the couch. towards the end, he was finally coming out to play with the other kittens when humans were in the room, but if he noticed you looking at him, he ran and hid immediately. so i have no idea why charlie decided he wanted to adopt him. however, apparently he has gotten a little bit used to people, and is very energetic and playful when you can get him to be around you, so i guess he'll turn out alright.

the one we're still trying to find a home for is sasha, a short haired, all-black male. yes, you nimwits, sasha is a male name in russia. look it up. anyway, at first he was a little bit panicky like tigger/vash, but he came around quickly enough, and will now sit still to be petted even by bobbo, although if you offer him a cat treat he's likely to take half your finger off with it. bobbo's coworker is talking to her landlord about permission to have a pet, and if all goes well, he will be adopted soon. yay!

the kitten bobbo may keep, or else i will, is sid vicious, and believe me, he earned that name. he is one of the cutest kittens - not-quite-short grey hair with white patches, soft as can be, long white whiskers - and the meanest by far of all the kittens when we caught them. he bit through a leather glove into my thumb, which bled. when we first caught the second set of four, we kept them separate from the kittens we'd had for a while, who were becoming friendlier. as the upstairs kittens mellowed out, we moved them downstairs, until only sid was left. all that time, and for a few days after he was the last one upstairs, when you opened the door to his room, he laid his ears flat and growled and hissed nonstop until you picked him up, and once you put him back down. however, once he was the last kitten upstairs, he got lonely. he cried and cried, but for a few days if you opened the door, he still hissed. finally, he got to the point where he didn't hiss anymore and actually walked out the door towards you when you opened it, and he's just kept getting better. he's actually the most affectionate of all the cats. he's all lovey and talky when you come in the room, and jumps up to be petted if it even looks like you're reaching your hand down to him, and if it doesn't look like it... well, he's mastered the art of climbing clothes without digging his claws into the skin underneath. he will sometimes leap off the bed and latch on at my waist. it's the cutest thing ev4r. the only downside is, if we let him hang around the other kittens, he gets less interested in human companionship and becomes a little bratty, so we've been having to keep him upstairs in bobbo's room while the other cats are out. oh, he's also noticeably older than the other kittens.

the one i wasn't originally planning to keep but have suckered myself into is max, short for maximillian, regardless of what bobbo might tell you. he's one of the smallest ones, with poofy black-and-silver striped fur. he seems likely to wind up a long-haired cat. he came with the second batch, but because he's so much younger, he came around quickly. he did spend a lot of time hiding under the couch at first, but now he's all lovey and will walk right up to me to be petted. also, he doesn't seem to mind being held for short periods of time.

the male i was planning on keeping from the beginning is spike. he's pretty small, too, and i think he and max might be brothers (with so many mother cats running around, it's hard to be sure who's related to whom). he's poofy, too, with bluish-grey fur, and a white spot on his throat. he's a little bit more skittish than max, but he's very talkative, and he also doesn't mind being held, once you catch him. in fact, he kind of goes completely limp. it's a little weird. also, he and max don't seem to mind getting baths, which is also weird.

the female i was planning to keep from the beginning is drusilla. i'm pretty sure she's sasha's sister (and tigger/vash's). she's black, with some white spots on her throat and belly, and a tiny white tip on her tail. she's very playful, and likes to climb clothing (although, unfortunately, she hasn't figured out the difference between clothes and legs. in fact, i will never wear a short skirt around her again for precisely that reason), but she hates bobbo the most of all the cats. in fact, when he was feeding them for me during otakon, he reached down for the bowl and drusilla chomped on his arm! rotflmao. granted, it was probably way past their dinnertime ("what, you wanted me to feed them, too?"), and i'm sure he had it coming, but it just goes to show how much she dislikes him. ah well, she likes me plenty, and that's all that matters.

joe and joules are adapting to the kittens gradually. joules still hates them, and hisses/swats if they come too close, which is all the time, but occasionally she finds it in her to sleep on opposite ends of the same chair with one or two. joe is pretty good about them, generally, unless they try to play with his tail. fortunately, the kittens are entertained enough wrestling with each other, so none of them try to engage joe and joules in play, unless joe's tail is twitching just too much to resist.

okay, this has been a long update, so i'll talk about otakon in a second post. ja!

rain on my parade

[23 Jun 2005|02:53am]
[ mood | calm ]

well, i did the thing i never thought i would do. the thing i always read about and could never relate to. the girlfriend thing.

that would be, i went through kare's drawers and threw out all his nasty old clothes with holes in them.

it was very refreshing. lately i've been on a cleaning kick, and this is just an extension of it. but it had been bothering me for a while - he didn't have a single pair of socks that actually matched (although they were all white, and some might say it doesn't matter, because they're just socks), and some of his shirts were so ripped, i would be horrified if he ever wore them in public. why do people hold onto clothes that decrepit, especially if they no longer wear them? i allowed him to keep a couple shirts with sentimental value, so long as he never ever wears them, but i callously threw most of the nasty ones out.

anyway, we bought him all new socks on tuesday (threw all the old ones out). they're all generic, 100% white (no red or yellow stripes on the toes), same length, completely matching socks. so it does not matter if eventually some of them get lost, or he doesn't keep the pairs together. they're interchangeable. they satisfy my insane OCD about symmetry. on saturday, we're going shirt shopping, and also buying him more hangers. yay! i feel so productive!

... i know i'm about this close to being stabbed.

8 raindrops|rain on my parade

[16 Jun 2005|08:43pm]
[ mood | sore ]

so apparently i was talking in my sleep last night - shouting and arguing, in fact. i love it when i do that ^_^

i dreamed that i'd ordered tickets to some concert my sister wanted to go to, as a surprise birthday gift. however, i had them sent to my mom's house (like i do most of my mail), and my sister saw the return address on the envelope they came in, and opened it. the next time i saw her, she came up to me all amusedly and asked me what i'd bought those for, like she was so proud of herself. i was really furious with her, both because she opened my mail and because it had ruined the surprise, and i went to my mom and started yelling at her about it. see, irl, my mom opened a letter i got from IU that had my grades in it, which i was not too happy about because i got a couple of Cs and it's really none of her business. so in the dream, i was shouting at her for setting a bad example, for her opening my mail AND for giving stacy the impression that opening other people's mail is fine.

... apparently, i was being both loud and coherent enough that i woke kare up, and was arguing with HIM about it. i'm not sure whether i was furiously telling him how i was pissed off, or whether i thought he was my mom and i was yelling at her/him. poor thing. he was quite confused.

in other news, i have a headache from driving so much yesterday. fortunately, it's mostly better by now.

rain on my parade

[16 Jun 2005|04:07pm]
[ mood | artistic ]

bean-chan: by the time you read this, you'll have probably looked it up for yourself, but just in case... i thought i would let you know the scarecrow was played by cillian murphy.

so i had an interesting day yesterday. it started out really crappy, and turned around into being a lot of fun, so in the end it was all worthwhile. bean-chan and i had been planning to hang out wednesday before he went to work, so i wanted to spend the night in evansville so i wouldn't have to wake up all early and drive in the morning. however, my cousin kept not calling me back and not calling me back to say it was okay if i stayed at his place, and i was beginning to worry that he wasn't going to. he eventually did, and i left at about 2am louisville time. however, when i got close and tried to call for some better directions, he had fallen asleep, so i spent about 30 minutes driving around evansville lost. when he finally woke up and answered the phone, i discovered that i had tried the correct road the first time, but i'd gone the wrong direction on it. if i had gone the right direction, i would have recognized the rest of the way there. bah. i was super tired by the time i got there, and didn't sleep well because his roommate's yappy dogs woke me up at 6am, and again at 8 and 11...

i had set my alarm for 11:30, but gave up at 11 and got up to shower. bean-chan had said he would be up around 11 or so, so i called him when i was heading out the door, but got no answer. so i tried to find his house on my own, figuring he might wake up in the meantime. unfortunately, his street is one of those moronic ones that stops and picks up again a few blocks away, except that it does that about ten times. i don't understand streets like that. if a street gets interrupted, the city should change the name of one of the halves of the street to avoid confusion. likewise, when two streets that used to not be connected become so, the city should change it to have the same name for the whole length (unlike a street in bloomington near my apartment that has at least three names).

anyway. at one point i found what i thought was his house, except i was in the north end of the street instead of the south end. that's another thing i think is dumb, that there can be a 500 N bob street and a 500 S bob street - it's more understandable how something like that might happen, and it would be more of a hassle to renumber all the houses, but it often confuses mail delivery. there was an elderly couple sitting on their porch next door, and i asked them if their neighbors happened to be the rutherfords, which of course they weren't because i was at the wrong end of the street. but the couple invited me over and looked at a map in the phone book to try to see if they could help. they were very nice, and apparently they were from somewhere in kentucky, so they thought it was nice that i was, too. the husband had some sort of trouble with his short-term memory, and kept asking me the same questions and telling me the same stories over and over again. it was the first time i'd ever been around anyone like that, and actually, i noticed something weird. when he would re-ask his questions or re-tell his stories, he would phrase them almost word-for-word the same way every time. i know that the beauty of human speech is that we can learn grammar, and therefore put words together in unique combinations we've never heard or used before. however, it seems that we're also a lot more predictable than i'd realized. sure, i know humans are just complicated chemical processes, but i still like to believe in stuff like souls and free will (call it a relic from my religious upbringing), and that kind of jarred me into realizing how predictable we all must be.

eventually, i decided to get back on the road and try driving around aimlessly in the neighborhood where i figured the street had to be, based on the house numbers on parallel roads. and actually, i drove right past the place once because his street is the worst of both worlds - it both stops and picks up over and over, AND it changes names to something else for no good reason. not even at an intersection! but right about then - after driving around lost for two hours - bean-chan picked up. he had set his alarm for noon, but it was accidentally set to the radio alarm, and the radio was turned way down. i was relieved to finally have reached him, but annoyed because by then it was 2:30 and he had to be at work at 4:00. however, i got to meet his puppies and get a much-needed soft drink, and we hung out at borders for about an hour, talking about random stuff. we eventually decided that the way to repair the fiasco of a day was for me to come along with him and his friends after work to see "batman begins," because it was his friend's birthday, and afterwards to grab something to eat at denny's.

so he went to work, and i hung out with my cousin for a few hours. that was pretty cool - i don't get to see enough of bryan, and he's one of my favorite cousins. we played scattergories (which i won the last three out of four times), and then got some pizza, and then bean-chan called to say he'd gotten off work early and they were seeing the movie early. it was pretty good, too. it was longer than i'd expected, but the guy they got to play batman (yes, people keep telling me his name, and i keep forgetting because i don't care) turned out to be better than i'd expected (maybe i should go see "equilibrium" already), plus the guy who played the scarecrow was really hot. afterwards, everyone else went home, and he and i went to denny's for some coffee and hot chocolate. we talked about how his vampire game was going, and some other random stuff. by then it was pretty late, so we called it a night and i headed back to da 'ville (i crack me up). i wound up not getting a ticket, even though i was going 95 for most of the way home, and even got it up to 105 at one point (my previous record had been 97, so i was pretty thrilled about that). i made it home at about 4am louisville time, and zonked out not long after.

well, dinner time! ja!

rain on my parade

[13 Jun 2005|08:05pm]
[ mood | amused ]

you might have noticed, i've been experimenting with the settings on lj recently. i'm very proud of myself.

i'm in a very good mood today. every day should start like this one did. oh, and i had an amusing dream last night, too. i dreamed pirates were going to kill me. they weren't going to make me walk the plank, but instead, they put me in a rowboat when they knew a shark was in the water. the shark kept bumping the boat and trying to knock me out, which it eventually succeeded in. however, a dolphin came to my rescue and let me hold onto its fin as it swam away to safety. and NO, it wasn't ecco, so shut up already! anyway, i was pretty good at breathing underwater for whatever reason, and only had to go up for air every 10 minutes or so. eventually, the dolphin took me to this island with ancient greek architecture, where there was a big party. i partied for a while, but then there were people who were trying to kill me, so i had to jump back into the ocean and run (swim?) away. the end.

well, time to go do something else fun and exciting!!! laaaaaa la laaaaaaaa~

rain on my parade

[12 Jun 2005|03:33pm]
[ mood | nostalgic ]

i think i've been watching too much resident evil lately, because last night i had a zombie dream. i was in some basement with a couple other people, and suddenly a zombie came out of nowhere, so i slashed its throat with my knife and it fell over. simple enough. but then another zombie came up, and it was somewhat faster than zombies are really supposed to be, and slashing it just once didn't do the trick. i had to slash it three or four times before it was finally dead, and the whole time, it was exchanging witty banter with me, which i thought was outside the realm of zombies.

afterwards, i had gotten sticky zombie blood all over my hands and feet (yes, i was killing zombies barefoot, i don't know why), so i sat on the stairs and picked the dried blood off my toes while my generic female friend made small talk with me. actually, the whole thing had the feel of a buffy episode, with just a smidge of the fourth star trek movie mixed in.

... it rained this morning, at around 11:30. generally, i love to listen to the rain in bed. however, i had only had about six hours of sleep so far, so my stomach kind of hurt, and i wasn't really able to keep myself awake to listen to it. but it did remind me of this song, which i hadn't thought about in a while. i first heard it as a chipmunks cover (we had a lot of chipmunks albums when i was little). i miss my mp3s. i need to get them off my mom's computer...

rain on my parade

[10 Jun 2005|07:54pm]
[ mood | bored ]

so, out of curiosity, if you could only have one superpower, what would it be and why? imagine anything you picked could be taken to the extreme. if you pick teleportation, you can teleport to pluto, if you felt like it (though you would still die without a spacesuit), or any other place you've never been. if you pick telekinesis, you can make your enemies pick up guns and shoot themselves in the head. if you pick pirokinesis, you can create fires even in extreme humidity, though you would have to go out of your way to keep it from being extinguished if it's raining. if you pick telepathy, you can sort through all the memories of another person, not just surface thoughts.

... please respond, or i'll be sad.

11 raindrops|rain on my parade

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