This weekend has been amazing. Friday night, I joined many of the
Last night was a housewarming party at
Not to mention the cool people. For a framework, someone had a license plate that read “DRKSPRK” – as in Dark Spark – as in the episode from Beast Machines about Megatron’s rampant spark. Such wonderful geekdom.
Oh, and the drunkenness. Cannot forget Joe’s half-keg of Killian’s. Seems to be a theme. :)
I’m hunt-and-peck typing while the moisturizer soaks into my skin. Cocoa Butter hand and body lotion from the Body Shop. The bottle encourages me to recycle it. I think it was 1997 when
Practically every winter, I say that I’m going to use this bottle of moisturizer, and really attack my habitually-dry elbows. Every spring, the bottle gets “put away” (lost?) having been barely dented. It was still nearly full when I pulled it out this Fall.
Those spots between your knuckles? Yeah, mine were drying out and cracking this year. First time, really. The bottle is a tad under half-full (half-empty?). My elbows aren’t getting much better as the spring hits us, so I’m not sure that the bottle is going to get lost this year.
I think, if we take all of the body moisturizing lotion in our house, and put it into one place, it would fill one or two gallon-sized jugs. Luckily, once this stuff is gone, I have some Kroger moisturizer (odorless) from back in the day. Well, less back in the day than this stuff. There will be at least a few months of not smelling girly. Heh.
Also, servers take quite a long time to be scanned for virii, despite the gratuitous amounts of RAM that are usually installed therein.
From this blog entry by J. Steven York:
“Rules da 8 – How Becoming Published Will Change Your Life
Rule da 8: When you make your first sale, your problems are only beginning.
Rule da 8.1: Publishers don’t buy books, they buy careers. If you aren’t thinking past your first book, you are of very little value to anyone. Pray the publisher forgets to ask.
Rule da 8.2: Wash, rinse, repeat. Repeating is the hard part.
Rule da 8.3: The only time a second book can be easier than the first book is when the second book is already written, and even there lie pitfalls.
Rule da 8.4: You can’t rest on your laurels unless you have some, and even then, laurels don’t pay the electric bill.
Rule da 8.5: Sharks gotta swim, writers gotta write. Sharks stop swimming, they die. What does this tell you about writers?”
TAURUS (April 20-May 20): I once knew a psychic who worked with people in comas. He contacted their spirits, which were wandering in limbo between this world and the next, and tried to convince them to either fully return to their bodies or else let their bodies die and formally exit to the other side. The task you now face is nowhere as dramatically life-and-death as that, Taurus, but it’s comparable in a sense: Being neither here nor there is a futile state that you shouldn’t continue to accept. Do what’s necessary to make the knotty choice with as much grace as possible.
Electrical charge once again graces my iBook’s battery. Cue the huge sigh of relief.
I have caught up on all laptop-related things that were behind, AFAIK.
Anybody know someone that might want to purchase some old V:TES/Jyhad cards? I found an old card box full of them. I’m not really interested in playing any more, and would rather sell them. If worse comes to worse, I’ll organize and price them, and see what collectors/players want them. As it stands, I have no idea what’s in there, except that some are actual Jyhad cards.
On an unrelated note, does anybody know where I could find some inexpensive PC133 SDRAM, preferably in the 512 MB variety, which would technically fall under the SO-DIMM qualification. Unfortunately, 512 megs is the highest capacity ever made for PC133 RAM. I wonder if anybody ever made any higher-end RAM (in 1 GB size) that could scale back to PC133.
Any ideas?
I had the damn thing memorized. My Japanese speech was clear in my mind. I read over it last night. I memorized sentence by sentence on the multiple-bus ride to class. I had plenty of time, and I had it down pat. I felt GOOD about it. I knew what I was saying in English, as a backup in case I forgot the Japanese phrase. I could take a few seconds and re-translate if I had to.
I was READY.
And then I stood up in front of class, and it was gone. I stammered. I had to start over. I stuttered. I’m not even sure I hit all of the sentences.
I blew it, and I am so enraged at myself that I’m making myself sick.
The N64 is gone. As are the three controllers and two games that went with it. Also, graphics memory chip, extra memory chip on a controller, and the rumblepak dealy.
Got more than I expected to for them when I sold them to Game Stop on the west side of Lansing.
Unfortunately, most of the stores around here have stopped carrying their GIANT BINS of used PS-1 games. So, now that I want to purchase either of the old Transformers: Beast Wars games, or Final Fantasy VIII (yes, I actually wanna play it), they are not available.
Most likely because of the new lack of availability, they have skyrocketed in price on eBay and such places.
Bollocks.
No gag for me this year.
Last night, I finally got around to putting some of my old computery bits up on eBay. The auction is for my old 4-port router/switch, and is here.
Also, I went through and bagged all of my comics that were sans-bag. While doing that, I liberated four comics – seemingly worthless ones – and am going to drop those off in the free comic rack over at Gone Wired.
Okay. Time for a shower.
