Archive for March, 2005

Google Image Whacking

March 30, 2005 - 6:49 pm Comments Off on Google Image Whacking

In case you forgot the rules, here’s my previous post about them.

Today’s searches –




March 23, 2005 - 12:48 am 3 Comments

I posted this on a message board a while back and meant to post it here too, but I forgot.

Okay, a lot of y’all have problems with spiders and cruelly, evilly, and with malice I post pictures of spiders in the threads discussing your phobias. Like kids drawn to a train wreck you click my links and I sit in my little chair and quietly giggle.

What you don’t know is the dark secret that’s been haunting me for years.

I have a desperate and mortal fear of roaches.

I don’t mind the little German ones. What I’m talking about are those big palmetto bugs, the nasty huge red ones that fly. When I encounter one, no matter how loudly the rational part of my brain screams into my ear, “It’s just a little bug and you are a big person and it’s not out to get you!”, the reptilian portion of my psyche is yammering away ten times louder in my other ear: “SCREAM AND RUN AWAY LIKE A LITTLE GIRL BECAUSE IT’S GOING TO FLY AT YOUR FACE, AT YOUR FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE!”

At which point, even if I’ve managed to keep myself under control for 10 seconds and the roach has long since skittered away from the light, I burp out a little shriek and then spend the next 30 minutes shaking my head sadly at my totally involuntary reaction. I simply cannot help the screaming. I could be walking through a room filled with TNT and know that any loud noise would lead to my demise and I would scream anyway. It’s like closing your eyes when you sneeze. Screaming at the sight of a roach. Same thing. Reflex.

When I was a bachelorette I used to call my neighbors over to take care of roaches in my house. The guy in the garage apartment behind me was very kind. I’d tap at his door around midnight, ashy-faced and babbling incoherently. “Roach again?” he’d ask. I’d nod wildly. He’d drop what he was doing and come take care of it. He was a really nice guy except for his propensity to brandish a shotgun at the planes flying overhead.

Another issue is that I must never ever hear the actual squishing noise. When Hub goes to stomp on a roach, I run into the other room with my fingers in my ears and yell, “LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA” until he says it is safe.

So there you go. My Achilles heel. I hate roaches. And I live in Texas surrounded by massive oak trees, which are the preferred habitat of discriminating palmetto bugs everywhere. And I scream a lot.

I’m just a girl who can’t say no

March 21, 2005 - 12:47 am Comments Off on I’m just a girl who can’t say no

What IS it with me that I feel like I have to jump in at every opportunity and offer to help with anything and everything? Then I get overwhelmed and just… shut down. And I end up not doing what I said I would do and I feel guilty about it and it makes me feel even more overwhelmed. I’ve got three beta tests, a big shooting convention to plan for the fall, and a couple of other projects I’m working on, not to mention day to day life to deal with. Someone please stop me before I tell anyone else, “Hey, I can help with that!”


March 16, 2005 - 6:57 am Comments Off on Insomnia

I am not awake. I am not asleep, either. I am in some weird waiting room for sleep central. I am a flat rock which skips across the surface of Lethe, leaving jagged little ripples in my wake every time I bounce. I can’t bounce high enough to hop out of the river, nor can I lose enough height to sink into the depths. Instead I drift along, tubing down my consciousness like I used to tube down the Guadalupe those years ago, where the water was 68 degrees year round and in the hottest part of the summer it was like floating in a refrigerator.

Finally I crack one eye open. It is a trigger, an on/off button which allows me to take action and step away from the paralyzed and non-sleeping state I’ve been trapped in for the last hour. I come downstairs and listen to the birds start to chirp, quietly at first so as not to wake all the other birds who have been sleeping since dusk last night. Other bird choruses join in and they crescendo into a symphony of avian gossip.

Human life starts to wake up. Planes start flying overhead. The newspaper boy drives by slowly, thwapping houses along the street with today’s missive. The school bus rumbles past. Where it was dark outside the last time I blinked, now it is drearily lit. It’s always cold at this hour, even when it is not. I wear a blanket over my feet and type and wish I could sleep. Sleep. Sleep, perchance to dream.

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause…

O sleep! O gentle sleep!
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs,
Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee,
And hush’d with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber,
Than in the perfum’d chambers of the great,
Under the canopies of costly state,
And lull’d with sound of sweetest melody?
"2 Henry IV" (3.1.7-16)

Bill knew his insomnia.

That’s more like it

March 10, 2005 - 2:48 am 2 Comments

Better, but it definitely needs more raisins.


March 9, 2005 - 8:08 pm Comments Off on Netiquette

I don’t mean to be rude, but jeez people, use some common sense. Don’t put my email address in a huge list of “CC:” or “To:”. If I wanted those random strangers to have my email address, I’d write it on the fricking restroom wall. Your friends will now send me their viruses. Thanks.

Don’t forward me mail with random attachments of 500k or more. When I am out of town I use my cell phone for access and it runs at approximately 28kbps. If you send me a message with a meg of attachments, that means it will take me 5 minutes to download YOUR mail ALONE. Put them up on a webpage somewhere and forward me the link! And quit sending cutesy HTML mail with special backgrounds and fancy fonts and dancing kittens. I’m likely to send you back the code to show you what it looks like. Ugly, that’s what.


From the sublime to the ridiculous

March 8, 2005 - 2:44 am Comments Off on From the sublime to the ridiculous

On the left is one of the loaves I made the other day. On the right is cinnamon raisin bread I made tonight. It rose fine until I put the final ingredients in and formed it into loaves. I just don’t know what the matter is!

Random babblings

March 6, 2005 - 10:07 pm Comments Off on Random babblings

Addicting flash game like Pingu.

My friend Dave Szulborski‘s book was released today – check it out: This is Not a Game – A Guide to Alternate Reality Gaming. He honored me by asking if I would contribute a piece to it, which I happily did. Being a puppetmaster for Dread House was insanely fun. I only wish I could figure out a way to do that full-time and get paid for it. If I could choose any career, I think that would be it. It’s what I want to do when I grow up.

I got my garnet set into a ring. The stone changes from red to purple to blue to teal to green depending on the light source. Jewelry is so much fun. I think I’m going to set up a piggybank and put my extra change into it for future purchases.

Tomorrow my earrings should be ready. A couple of years ago Hub took a tennis bracelet that was left to me by my grandmother in to be lengthened, but it ended up being too big, so I took it in and asked my jeweler to shorten it. He’s going to set the little diamonds that are taken out into stud earrings. The nice part is that there are 6 extra diamonds, so there will be three pairs. One for me, one for each daughter. If we have any more daughters, I guess I’ll have to give my pair up. Since my health insurance doesn’t cover pregnancy and I am (even three years later) still traumatized from my second daughter’s delivery, there’s nothing on the baby radar at the moment.

After months of a dry spell in regards to beta testing, suddenly I have three games I’m working on! I’ve been beta testing computer games since 2000. Usually they are games being ported over from PC versions to the Macintosh. It’s not for pay, but most of the time I receive a boxed copy of the final product once it’s out in stores. A hobby where my nitpicking comes in handy. Although it seems like being able to play games before they’re released sounds like everyone’s dream, it’s not always idyllic. Most of the time something’s broken. Lots of the time I’ll spend a few hours testing a game, and it will crash and lose my saved game, so I have to start over from scratch. I’m also constantly pausing to write down notes, or trying to do things that will “break” it. Not as glamorous as it sounds, but I enjoy it!