The wall above my bed:
Nice thing about this picture is it gives the impression that my room is well-kept. It is, in fact, quite shockingly not. My trunk and bed, however, look fairly good after my having abashedly whipped them into shape to take the photo so I could submit it to the Rasterbator gallery. They fucking well better designate it an "extremely cool" photo because it fucking is. I will be outraged otherwise. *sinking feeling*
Had to spend some time out of doors, so I went to the sports bar down the street, armed with my backpack, the new Harry Potter, and a stack of sudoku puzzles. Websudoku.com is just really really awesome. If you press the print button, it gives you a nicely sized version of the puzzle you were just looking at and automatically pops up the print dialog box. But the really awesome part is thus: press the print button again, and it gives you a random puzzle from the archives, in printable size, and again pops up the print dialog box. I printed out at least 10 puzzles, quick as can be, because their interface is just really damn handy. That would be perfect for long trips. Brilliant.
At the bar, this dude noticed me working away at a puzzle, and asked me if I was doing homework. I explained the puzzle bit, and he had some riddles for me. I'll post the first one he gave me in my puzzles group. I better do it soon, too, nobody's doing the puzzles in there at the moment. Bastards. No just kidding. The members of my group are awesome. They just... don't post much
Anyway he started talking to me just as I was getting ready to leave (seriously, I wasn't leaving because of him, unless you count the fact that I was leaving to look for a quieter clime) and I just felt thoroughly embarrassed for being weird and hard to talk to. You really can't take me anywhere. Not only do I get all withdrawn when people try to talk to me, I looked in the mirror once I was in the sushi place, and I just look like a wreck. Underweight, messy hair. Disheveled clothes. But I think it's safe to say I'm unwell at the moment. I'm working on it, but progress is going to be slow.
But let's talk of happier things. I'm working my way into Harry Potter. No, you don't have to worry that I'll post spoilers. I will divulge nothing. All I will say is that I'm enjoying it. And I will tell you about its arrival because it was exciting. (And I'm probably not going to read my bookmarks until I'm done, because I read what happened to Tekky and I don't want it to happen to me. In fact, I just left the SG HP group in case someone else decides to be a jerk. Go make Tekky feel better. I'm trying to think up some consoling words to say to her.)
When I awoke, I checked my email as usual, and there were two emails from Amazon.com telling me the book had shipped (I preordered the book months ago, you see, and they awesomely promised to deliver the books to everyone the day it came out. Which was yesterday.) I checked the tracking, and to my excitement saw that the book was already in the next town over, from which we are minutes away. ("Next town over"... what is this, the wild west?) Then, around noon, there was a ring at the doorbell. I left my room and peeked through the peephole. Nobody there. Opened the door, and there, placed on the threshold, was a white package. AS IF DELIVERED BY OWL (sorry, I had to say it). I quickly grabbed the hefty thing, brought it inside, and shut the door (gently). The box was rad and I didn't want to completely ruin it in my excitement, so I carefully ripped it open along a perforated edge. The box looked like this:
(here you can see my attempt not to destroy the box)
Upon getting it open, I tilted the opening toward my hand, and the large green book slipped sexily out. Yes. It was in my hands.
I have to say that I am not a hardcore fan by any stretch. Once I had the book out, I did not feel compelled to make a dash for the couch and crack it open. In fact, I'd much rather take my time and read it at a reasonable pace. I don't want to spoil the experience by being too hasty. "Haste makes waste", as they say. That is one of my favorite pithy sayings.
I've reached chapter six. There are some pretty funny typos in there. My favorite is "fug", instead of "fog". I guess the editor was forced (at gunpoint perhaps) to read the book in an excruciatingly short span of time so it could hit the shelves as quick as possible. The poor man-or-woman.
(edit: whoa sweet! Amazon just lowered the price of the book one buck and I'm getting an automatic $1 credit! RAD)
At any rate, thanks to yet ANOTHER freakin' thunderstorm (we've had them all week, damn it) my two chat partners Redbeard3 and NoControl are gone for the night, having left during the time my computer was shut down and unplugged to safeguard it from getting zapped. Annie is watching over me, I have a candle lit, and aside from being in bad shape overall and being bothered by an irritable cat, all is well. Sort of.
Its much too late to find
You think youve changed your mind
Youd better change it back
or we will both be sorry DON'T YOU WANT ME BABY?
DON'T YOU WANT ME, OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Nice thing about this picture is it gives the impression that my room is well-kept. It is, in fact, quite shockingly not. My trunk and bed, however, look fairly good after my having abashedly whipped them into shape to take the photo so I could submit it to the Rasterbator gallery. They fucking well better designate it an "extremely cool" photo because it fucking is. I will be outraged otherwise. *sinking feeling*
Had to spend some time out of doors, so I went to the sports bar down the street, armed with my backpack, the new Harry Potter, and a stack of sudoku puzzles. Websudoku.com is just really really awesome. If you press the print button, it gives you a nicely sized version of the puzzle you were just looking at and automatically pops up the print dialog box. But the really awesome part is thus: press the print button again, and it gives you a random puzzle from the archives, in printable size, and again pops up the print dialog box. I printed out at least 10 puzzles, quick as can be, because their interface is just really damn handy. That would be perfect for long trips. Brilliant.
At the bar, this dude noticed me working away at a puzzle, and asked me if I was doing homework. I explained the puzzle bit, and he had some riddles for me. I'll post the first one he gave me in my puzzles group. I better do it soon, too, nobody's doing the puzzles in there at the moment. Bastards. No just kidding. The members of my group are awesome. They just... don't post much
Anyway he started talking to me just as I was getting ready to leave (seriously, I wasn't leaving because of him, unless you count the fact that I was leaving to look for a quieter clime) and I just felt thoroughly embarrassed for being weird and hard to talk to. You really can't take me anywhere. Not only do I get all withdrawn when people try to talk to me, I looked in the mirror once I was in the sushi place, and I just look like a wreck. Underweight, messy hair. Disheveled clothes. But I think it's safe to say I'm unwell at the moment. I'm working on it, but progress is going to be slow.
But let's talk of happier things. I'm working my way into Harry Potter. No, you don't have to worry that I'll post spoilers. I will divulge nothing. All I will say is that I'm enjoying it. And I will tell you about its arrival because it was exciting. (And I'm probably not going to read my bookmarks until I'm done, because I read what happened to Tekky and I don't want it to happen to me. In fact, I just left the SG HP group in case someone else decides to be a jerk. Go make Tekky feel better. I'm trying to think up some consoling words to say to her.)
When I awoke, I checked my email as usual, and there were two emails from Amazon.com telling me the book had shipped (I preordered the book months ago, you see, and they awesomely promised to deliver the books to everyone the day it came out. Which was yesterday.) I checked the tracking, and to my excitement saw that the book was already in the next town over, from which we are minutes away. ("Next town over"... what is this, the wild west?) Then, around noon, there was a ring at the doorbell. I left my room and peeked through the peephole. Nobody there. Opened the door, and there, placed on the threshold, was a white package. AS IF DELIVERED BY OWL (sorry, I had to say it). I quickly grabbed the hefty thing, brought it inside, and shut the door (gently). The box was rad and I didn't want to completely ruin it in my excitement, so I carefully ripped it open along a perforated edge. The box looked like this:
(here you can see my attempt not to destroy the box)
Upon getting it open, I tilted the opening toward my hand, and the large green book slipped sexily out. Yes. It was in my hands.
I have to say that I am not a hardcore fan by any stretch. Once I had the book out, I did not feel compelled to make a dash for the couch and crack it open. In fact, I'd much rather take my time and read it at a reasonable pace. I don't want to spoil the experience by being too hasty. "Haste makes waste", as they say. That is one of my favorite pithy sayings.
I've reached chapter six. There are some pretty funny typos in there. My favorite is "fug", instead of "fog". I guess the editor was forced (at gunpoint perhaps) to read the book in an excruciatingly short span of time so it could hit the shelves as quick as possible. The poor man-or-woman.
(edit: whoa sweet! Amazon just lowered the price of the book one buck and I'm getting an automatic $1 credit! RAD)
At any rate, thanks to yet ANOTHER freakin' thunderstorm (we've had them all week, damn it) my two chat partners Redbeard3 and NoControl are gone for the night, having left during the time my computer was shut down and unplugged to safeguard it from getting zapped. Annie is watching over me, I have a candle lit, and aside from being in bad shape overall and being bothered by an irritable cat, all is well. Sort of.
Its much too late to find
You think youve changed your mind
Youd better change it back
or we will both be sorry DON'T YOU WANT ME BABY?
DON'T YOU WANT ME, OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
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I may not be a big Potter fan, but I knows a collectible when I sees it. I does. Seal that box in frozen carbonite if you have to - it's more than likely going to be worth . Wait, I mean $$$.
Re. your post below - a non-snarky Tower Records employee? Have you witnessed any more signs of the apocalypse?
Oh - and my name change - just...time for a change! Though I may change it again, I don't want people thinking I'm trying to sound like an emcee...or do I?
I felt bad for Tekky that nobody was buying her hottt dress... and she wasn't even charging much, and it is a piece of SG history, too.
Did you see the Amazon 10th anniversary delivery thing? They had celebs delivering items to people; it wasn't even a contest, I guess, they just had the celebs randomly doing it. I know Don Cheadle and Jason Alexander were a couple of 'em... and Jeff Bridges delivered a copy of Lebowski to someone.
Robert Pollard used "haste makes waste" in the lyrics of "Weed King."
I should do more puzzles but I hadn't been able to do spoilers and I get confused easily in the Group things.