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November 15, 2002
It's Harry Potter Time
1. Do you believe in magic? Why or why not? If you could have any magical ability, what would it be? Why? Yes, and no. Heh. I do believe that Heather was able to go some uncanny things, which she believed to be magic. But I am just a tad bit too scientific minded to truly believe in magic. I would love it if magic was like real and fascinating (like Harry Potter, or even to the degree of Dungeons and Dragons), but then I would have to have a dragon to keep me very happy. With that said, if there was magic, I don't think I would be able to decide upon one particular power, though I would probably go very extravagent and say something like, control of fire. I would be a wicked black mage though. Muah.
2. Have you read the Harry Potter series? How did you come to read one or all of the books? Which of the four books did you like best? Why? I never thought I would end up reading the books. There was just this huge, disgusting hype about them that I could not bring myself to get over. I think it was only when the movie was about to open in the theatres that I brought myself to read them; and only then because Mom bought the hardcover boxset. Mind you, I hate hardcover books, but I just ate up the series. I read the entire series in about a week, and was sprung like every child out there. Its been awhile since I read them, so I'm not sure which I would pick as my favorite though. I think it might have been Goblet of Fire.
3. What do you like best about Harry Potter? Why? If you don't like Harry Potter, please tell us your reasons why. I like the fact that its realistic fantasy. Its based on modern day Earth, but secluded from normal eyes. The way Rowling set up the story makes it very believable, in the sense that its not blatant, in your face around New York City magic.
4. Did you see (or will you see) any of the movies based on Harry Potter? Why or why not? What did you like/dislike about the films? Considering I'm seeing Chamber of Secrets at 6-something tonight, yeah. Heh. I was interested in seeing the first movie, but couldn't find anyone who wanted to watch it with me; with the exception of Mom. But she rarely ever goes to see movies. It wasn't until everyone made a huge deal about there being a new Star Wars trailor that I found a few friends (one being a major SW nut) to go. So I went with two guys, one of which was only looking forward to the SW trailor (or at least he claimed so; I doubt it since he paid for all of us to see HP), and we all loved it.
5. A recent MSNBC article mentioned that some children were disappointed with the Harry Potter films because what they pictured in their imaginations was different than what they saw on the big screen. Do you agree or disagree? Why? I'm not surprised in the least about that. And actually, I don't agree with this comment but only because of the stance that I have taken on the whole novel/film subject. I long ago realized that movies rarely take the same form as the novel; most of that rising from the adaptions from Stephen King movies. I understand that everyone processes ideas in their own way, so the vision one person has might be completely different from mine. I accept that, and actually at times enjoy the difference.
Posted by Coyote at 8:25 PM
November 14, 2002
A Second Birthday Dinner
When Dad talked to me on my birthday, prior to leaving for the desert, he said he would make up for it, by us going to dinner later on. Well, its officially 'later on'.
Mom wanted me to come talk to her last night, after I got home. She was like 3/4 asleep, but she asked if dinner tonight would be good, and I said yeah. We're going to Tony Romas (I believe); since that's our usual birthday dinner place.
Tom's online. Yayayayayay!! I rarely ever get to see him, so I'm mucho happy. He said I'll be getting something from the police academy soon, for a reference for him. I'm so happy he got in.
I ought to go, and get ready for dinner. I've been happily lounging about in my pajamas all day now. Only been posting, doing laundry and ... yeah, that's it.
Oh! Mom's damned bird laid eggs again. Sheesh! She's laid like 15 or more since the male bird died. Why?! Makes no sense. ::Shakes her head.::
Posted by Coyote at 8:24 PM
November 13, 2002
Oi ... Where Should I Start?
When Mike got home Monday he asked how I was feeling, and if I was going to work. I was fine, and was going, so then he hit me with the bad news: my schedule for the day. I was the fortunate person to get stuck with the event. And not for one hour, but two. Joy, oh joy.
On the good side, we had Subway before I went to work.
Alright, so the day was all fine and dandy heading up to the event. The people showed up late, and Heather had be go get them coffee and water from the cafe. The lady the event was for is a psychic; joy. If nothing else, this gave me about two hours to stand around talking to Cedric. Heh.
Well, after her first hour (and she's still talking), someone asks her how you can affect your karma. She starts listing out all these ideas and then mentions something about remaining in a relationship longer than its healthy; and is pointedly speaking to someone in the bad. Only Cedric and I were in the back. People in the front start turning to look like a wave, seriously. Well, Cedric goes to turn and look at me and the lady is all like, "No, don't turn around." He ends up jumping back like a foot, eyes huge and round. Very amusing, let me tell you. When she was done and everyone had left, Cedric went up to talk to her. I called Amie because she really wanted to talk to the lady, and about a moment before Amie got upstairs the lady goes and tells Cedric that he's going to have a son.
Now, I thought it was amusing that he jumped back earlier. How he reacted to this was outright hilarious. Amie caught his reaction, but had to be informed on why he had reacted like that.
Anyway, the lady was basically making comments to everyone, except Amie and I. Then suddenly she's all: "Michael. Who knows a Michael?" I glance up at her, Amie gets all huge-eyed and stares at me, and I'm like, "I do."
"Who is he?"
"My boyfriend."
"Oh. Okay then."
Obviously not what she was looking for (and at the time I forgot that my nephew is named Michael too!). Mike like flipped out wondering why I hadn't interrogated her. In fact, him and Jarrid had a conversation about that on the way home. Yeah, yeah. Shame on me for not finding out why she asked about a Michael. Yanno, considering she was handing out all this information, you would think she would have continued. 1) In a small room of people (there were about 6 of us), someone is going to know a Michael. 2) If it was intended toward me, and there was anything important to say it was probably about Michael (nephew) not Mike (boyfriend). I tried to make Mike understand this. We call him Mike, we call Michael ... Michael. Heh.
After the event was over, Amie mentioned to me that she had the 'kids' wearing pumpkin baskets on their head. The 'kids' being Odie and Evan. So we both made our way back downstairs and I walked up to Odie and asked her what the 'pumpkin head' was all about. She plead the fifth. So I asked Evan and he got all excited and was like, "I'll show ya!" I told him that Odie had to do it as well though. I guess she didn't mind, cus when he said it to her, and didn't argue. So, we have these fabric pumpkin candy baskets that we were selling fo Halloween. They put them on their heads, with the handles resting under their chins. I swear, I haven't seen anything so amusing (not counting Cedric's reactions) in ages. I'm bringing my camera on Saturday, because Evan said I could get a picture of him like that. I swear, I'm gonna make a 8X10 copy with the captian "Why We Hire The Young" and hang it in the breakroom. ::Snickers.::
As I mentioned earlier, we took Jarrid home. Typical Tuesday. But after we dropped him off, Mike starts talking about how he was looking at Amtrak to find out how much it would be. He called his Dad and was discussing it with him; but it is much cheaper to fly, so that's what his Dad wants him to do. Mike has a "funny feeling" about flying. I don't blame him, even though he's never had a complaint about flying before. He even flew out here in October 2001. Brave boy.
So I asked how long he was going to be gone — mind you, I'm getting very upset at this point, because I don't want him leaving. I would like to spend Christmas together. Christ, this is going to be our second Christmas "together" and if he's not here than that will mean we still haven't spent one in the company of the other. Grr.
He says, "Two weeks." I think, "More like a month."
We end up saying very little to each other on the way home, except he asked what was wrong or something along those lines and I snapped back with, "You'll just use that fucking excuse every year now." Basically, he thinks something is going to happen to his grandfather. Mind you, his grandfather is like in perfect health, while my last surviving grandmother just got out of the hospital after being rushed there because of complications following open heart surgery. He flips out on me cause I said that, which I admit, I deserved it. Nothing else was said until we got home.
We pull into the drive, and by then I'm realizing that if he's going to be gone for two weeks than I might as well quit when he does. I will have no means of getting to work, aside from begging people and taking the bus. I refuse to be a burden on people, and I also refuse to spend over two hours waiting for, or on, buses. But I'm sidetracking myself here. We get home and get inside the house. He went for the bathroom and I went into our bedroom, got ready for bed and dove in, jerking the blanket over my head so I could spill tears in peace. Bah!! Supposedly Kahlua was sitting on the floor, staring at me with a "What's wrong with Mommy look?"
Thankfully, Mike is one of those people who will not go to bed upset. He tried, I could tell, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. So we talked everything out, which boiled down to being a great deal more than it seems.
1) The topic of moving. A few months ago he decided that we would be back in Jersey by Christmas. No conversation, he decided.
2) After I told him I could not do that (shit, last Christmas was the first time I'd seen my parents at Christmas in a few years), he decided that we would leave in January. Again, no conversation.
3) He decided to go home for Christmas. Now, not only was this not talked about, he never mentioned it to me! I found out from Dave!
4) When we were talking about the whole finding out about Christmas from Dave bit, he was like, "I thought I told you." Which brought up the fact that it was "I thought I told you." Again, it wasn't talked about.
5) If he's leaving for two weeks, I might as well quit, because I don't want to have to rely on people to get me to and from work. Yes, I rely on him, but that's something different.
I would love to spend Christmas with him and my family. I don't see why its so difficult to not be with his family for one Christmas. I spent like four away from mine, and I didn't even have the excuse of being across the country from them. No, I was two and a half freakin' hours away!
On another angle, why should he quit his job, when he's going to be coming back for another month? Wouldn't it be wiser for him to stay, so we can save some money (yeah right, we've saved nothing thus far) before we high-tail it across country?
Anyway, I don't know what he's decided to do about Christmas. I wasn't going to make him decide then, considering I don't think its right to force him into a decision immediately after we talked about it. He needs time to think about it. If he decides to go out there, fine. I'll figure out something for myself. But damnit, he's not getting his presents until he comes home. ::Huff, and is kidding ... maybe.::
I started thinking up some Christmas ideas for him; for Mom. Unfortunately most everything I thought of costs a cute little penny, and I don't know how much she's willing to spend. That's something I'll talk to her about tomorrow evening, after she gets home from work. As for me, part of my birthday list can carry over for Christmas. ::Nod, nod.::
... ::Frowns.:: I have a swollen taste bud, on the left side of my tongue. It hurts, and I'm grouchy because of it. My entire mouth hurts, but that's from clenching my teeth I'm sure (which is probably worse from my tongue hurting). Okay, enough of the gross personal details.
Oh yeah. Buffy. Dude! I like grabbed Mike twice last night from being startled. The scenes with Dawn and Joyce were fucking amazing! They were the best of them all. And Spike! Dude! Yeah.
Mike wants food, so we're scooting, Hasta!
Posted by Coyote at 8:24 PM
November 12, 2002
This or That — 001
1. Hershey's Kisses: with or without almonds? Eek! Why, oh why, start off with such a difficult question?! This one completely depends upon my mood. You could have the same bowl of Kisses out, filled with both and I would probably go equally for them both; at seperate times.
2. Wizard of Oz: Scarecrow or Tin Man? The Cowardly Lion.
3. Meat eater or vegetarian? Meat eater. Oh yeah.
4. Buy books or borrow them? Buy books.
5. At the bank: ATM or human teller? ATM. Tellers are snotty.
6. Oil or gas (or other) heat? Going to say gas, only because I haven't experienced oil. Electric heat sucks.
7. Pen or pencil? Pen.
8. Drive or use public transit? Drive.
9. Who IS James Bond: Sean Connery or Pierce Brosnan (or any of the others in between)? Yanno, I've never watched a Bond movie, but I'm going to have to say Sean Connery.
10. Your ideal breakfast: full (bacon/sausage, eggs, pancakes, etc) or continental (bagels, muffins, fruit, cereal)? Full, even if I wouldn't be able to eat it all.
Posted by Coyote at 8:19 PM
November 11, 2002
Some Playing On My Part
Wow, last night I was actually RPing. This is quite a shock, since I haven't in a number of months. Khris and I went to visit people, playing Kokurai and Pandora. I love playing the wingnut. It goes back to the Drusilla fetish. ::Snicker.::
I made a new SN for Pandora, because I wanted something that matchs better with Khris'. Besides, I didn't want to be reminded of Courtney Love everytime I looked at the SN (though I do love Doll Parts).
I ended up making a new header image for House Arkana. Val loves it, but then Val has a habit of loving anything I do. She asked me to do a site for the House, so I probably will on my days off.
On a side note: I still haven't written anything more on my novels. ::Hiss.:: I think the delay between actually sketching out ideas and getting to start on it is what messed everything up, because I was so excited to write this novel out at first.
Have I mentioned at I have tickets to see Harry Potter this Friday? Probably. I'm sorry.
Last night I felt absolutely awful. My stomach started aching and I developed a headache. When Mike was getting ready to leave for work this morning, I kind of scared him. I guess I was partially awake, and knew that he was about to come give me puppy, so I opened my eyes; right as he leaned down and looked at me. ::Giggles.:: Gods, he jumped. Very amusing.
The damned cat (Kahlua) jumped on top of poor Shadow's cage. Probably gave the poor dragon a heart attack.
Speaking of heart ailments ... my grandmother should be out of the hospital within the next few days. They have no real idea why her tongue swelled up. One said that it was probably due to an allergic reaction to the peanut butter sandwich she ate earlier (to which she replied that she's been eating peanut butter since she was a child); while another thinks its because they increased her dosage of medicine. To me, that seems the more likely situation. But hey, I didn't go to medical school.
I posted some pictures of my trip to New Jersey. More will be up later, once I decide on how many should be included per entry. That's the bad thing about having a cable modem, my page load times are considerably faster than dial-up (which I painfully noticed when I was back on dial-up last year).
I need to start thinking of Christmas ideas for: Mom, Dad, Mike, myself (to give to Mom), Michael (14 y/o nephew), Anthony (9 y/o nephew), Donna (sister), Rob (brother) and Joshua (4 y/o nephew). Is it wrong to not give gifts to their spouses? I mean, I would for Jeff if he didn't have everything in the freakin' world. And ... ... ... shit. I have so blanked on the name of Rob's wife.
Oh my god, and then there's Mike's family. And he thinks he's going to quit work to go spend Christmas with them? He doesn't have money for presents, and there's only 3 paydays between now and Christmas.
On a less stressful topic: one of Mike's friends, Chris, might be coming out here for Thanksgiving. Mom's completely cool with the idea (hey, the more people who will eat turkey, the better). I think it would be a great idea. We haven't seen him for quite some time, and since he's stationed in Texas, we're closer than him going home to Jersey. Though, something makes me wonder why he doesn't want to go home for Thanksgiving. Army guy, go figure.
OH!! Speaking of Army guys... Tom got accepted into Police Academy!! He dropped a quick email to us this morning! I'm so happy for him. ::Dances around.:: I love my bro.
Posted by Coyote at 8:18 PM
November 9, 2002
Now I Know Why I Don't Work On Fridays
Ohmigawd! Alright, let me start from the beginning.
Somehow I slept through my alarm. Or it simply did not go off. In fact ... I better check it right now (along with turning Mike's off). Hmm. Mine was not on. Guess I know what the problem was now. Onward ...
Last night I heard the most horrendous thud coming from the living room. I formed a few theories: a) Dad, in a drunken stupor, fell over the coffee table; b) Dad, in a drunken stupor, fell over the coffee table and died (yes, this passed through my mind); c) Kahlua—who I had just let out of the room a few minutes prior—got on top of the mantle and pushed Mom's Disney Villan Snow Globe onto the floor.
I was wrong. Well, strike that. I was half wrong. It was Dad, and he did knock the table over. Amazingly enough, it was not during some drunken stupor (which both Mom and Mike thought also). He had fallen asleep and a nightmare hit him—he and Mom were driven, and ended up driving off of a cliff. It scared the bejesus out of him, he leapt up and hit the table: knocking everything to the floor. It wouldn't have been so bad if he had cleaned up today, sometime. But from what I understand he didn't until Mom got home (or Mom did it). Yuck, cigerette ashes all over the place.
Aside from that incident, last night was beautiful. It was raining, and kept raining. In fact, it might still be raining. I began to hate WeatherBug, so I cannot check that. Hmm. Yeah, we're showing rain until evening tomorrow. I love rain. ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ rain. ::Grin.:: Sorry. I do enjoy the rain though.
Mike drove rather slowly on the way home, and even still he said the car lost traction twice. Which blows, because those are like almost brand new tires (a few months old). But then SoCal streets are horrible when it first starts raining; and this is the first bit of rain we've had in months. When he got home, I was still asleep. So I got ready and we headed out. That was the bad thing about covering for Robert today. Mike got off at 11, and I had to be there at 12. In the best of circumstances, it would have been easy, but under these conditions (me not even being awake, and it raining), it was going to be Hell to get there on time.
It wasn't as bad as I thought. I walked in 15 minutes after (with Padric already on the phone, though Mike told Tracy I would be late). Bleh! For the first few hours I was bouncing all around the store; never in the same location for more than a hour. After lunch I got to work in the kids section, and ended up staying there until I left for the night. Whoever shelves in Intermediate and Young Adult keeps mis-shelving, so I went around and fixed it. Oi.
Poor Ashley. There was this creep of a French guy who was bugging her, and said something in French. She didn't understand it, but felt that it was sexual in nature, so she walked away and hung out with me for awhile. Then the guy ended up finding us (not like that was very difficult) and bugging her some more. Not only that but he like grabbed her shoulder. I would have slugged him, and I bet Becky wouldn't have minded if I did. It took us like a hour to get rid of him, and when Ashley was off she wouldn't come out of the breakroom until I called her and let her know that he was gone.
So, I was standing up at second info and he comes back to bug me, rambling on about how he couldn't find a book (I sent him to the business section earlier, because he was looking for a book that would show him how to go to parties and make things. Wonder-boy "writes people's names on grains of rice." Ooooo ... so cool. Yeah, I bet that's a hot thing to have at parties, man-oh-man! ::Is such a sarcastic bitch.:: He then asked me if I spoke French (in French). "No." He asked again (in French again). "No." So he said something in French. "No." He said I should learn French. "Why? It doesn't interest me." He replied with something along the lines of how he did not speak English when he came "here" but he learned, so I should learn French. Chris was standing at the stairs right then, flagging me to come down with her. Good thing, because I was about to snap back with, "And I don't plan on going to France, so I don't need to learn it."
I went downstairs with Chris and we told Becky and Cedric what was going on. So they went and kicked him out. I don't think Becky was pleased at all with him touching Ashley. I then called Ashley and told her the coast was clear, and Cedric said he would walk her to her car.
Oh yeah. Earlier in the day, I was working at the registers and I was helping this guy. I have a shitload of buttons on my lanyard and he said that he would bring me another. He then explained that it was for "Pico Train" and when I looked at him I noticed his hat also said Pico Train. Grinning, I said it must be a band, and that he's in it. Ding-ding-ding. So I asked if he had a demo—and damned if he didn't. Shit, I need to listen to it. ::Looks for her DiscMan, knowing Mike has it somewhere.:: Alright, better.
So far, so good. I have to listen to it because supposedly he'll be back tomorrow to give me a button. Me like buttons.
Dude, I want to hear Jarrid's demo (make that Jarrid and the rest of Species 99). I wish they would finish up. LOL! Seriously though.
The rest of the night was seriously uneventful. Mike has been asleep for almost two hours now ... yeah he's out. I just asked him if he wanted me to turn the light off and he didn't react. Poor baby. If I have any typos from here on out, its because I'm typing by candlelight. Muah.
Oh! We have tickets to see Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets on opening night! 11$ each, but shit, we got them. We're going to be going with a girl from work (Larissa), her brother and probably a bunch of their friends from the sounds of it.
8 Mile came out today. I really do want to see it in the theatre, but there have been so many movies we wanted to see and haven't gotten a chance to. It really blows.
Well, I should be sleeping. I'm not tired however (hence the long ass entry). I think I'll go work on one of the placeholder pages. Buhbye!
Posted by Coyote at 8:12 PM
To the Theatre We Go
1. Do you enjoy the theater? Why or why not? I have only seen is Disney's The Lion King, in Hollywood. It was last year, as a birthday present for my Dad. The only bad thing was that earlier that day Mom got fired, so it put a dark cloud over the whole evening.
2. What is your favorite play? Why? What's your favorite musical? Why? I would love to see Romeo and Juliet. I've heard that Rocky Horror in the theatre is good, and I always wanted to see Cats; but I think that after it all Lion King would be my favorite by far.
3. What do you like best about the theatrical experience? Why? What do you like least? Why? I loved it all. It was just absolutely fascinating. I really don't know what else to say about it.
4. Do you buy soundtracks to musicals? Why or why not? What's your favorite soundtrack? Why? I have considered buying the soundtrack for Lion King, in fact someone got a copy the other night when I was up in music. There have been a number of times I have almost picked up the one for Rocky Horror.
5. Have you ever been in a play, either on stage or in supporting roles backstage? What was the play? What did you do? Would you do it again? Why or why not? Absolutely not. I have the worst case of stage fright; I don't think I could ever do it. I did consider trying out to be a tranny at the LA cast of Rocky Horror. I was only going to do that because my best friend Heather was one. I joked around saying I should try out for Columbia.
Posted by Coyote at 8:12 PM
November 7, 2002
November Elections
1. Did you vote in your last elections? I haven't. Nor have I ever voted. I think it has something to do with the fact that my parents don't vote, so it never seemed to be that big of a deal to me.
2. Do you know who your elected representatives are? No clue.
3. Have you ever contacted an elected representative? If so, what was it about? Not that I recall. Could have when I was a kid in school; never know what strange and unusual things our teachers had us do in elementary school.
4. Have you ever participated in a demonstration? A few moments of silence, but no demonstration.
5. Have you ever volunteered in an election? What was the result? No, but my Mom did volunteer our house a polling site once when I was in ... oh, I think it was in the fourth grade, prior to us moving to Wisconsin.
Posted by Coyote at 8:11 PM
I Lose My Thoughts When Hungry
Yeah, so don't ask me why I'm writing while hungry. It may be due to the fact that I have not eaten since 11 am, and that I'm too lazy to get up and get something to eat. ::Nod.::
There was a whole lot of crap that I wanted to discuss here yesterday, but I think I went to bed as soon as I got home. It matters not in the long run, I suppose.
On Tuesday (notice I haven't written in a few days, shame on me) Jaq gave me a belated birthday present: his Playstation shirt. "Live in Your World — Play in Ours." It just rocks. We also discussed me possibly re-doing his site. It is a bit ... empty. Except when it comes to pictures, because Jaq loves taking pictures. Heh! Speaking of Jaq, I plugged his name into Amazon and read the reviews some people gave his Careers for Film Buffs & Other Hollywood Types; very cool. The first time he showed it to me at work, I didn't even look at the author. Didn't pick up on the fact that he was grinning almost like the Cheshire Cat either. I'm slow, as if no one has noticed this before.
Well, today was rather uneventful. That is, not counting the almost two hours we spent at the court house today. On 28 Sept. Mike got a ticket for not having his lights on. When he pulled out of the driveway, he only had the parking lights on (so he wouldn't be shining the headlights into the house), and he accidently never turned the regular beams on. Oops. Well, today he (we) finally went to the courthouse and ohmigawd, shoot me before I have to go there again. They had three windows open, and each one was being trained. Yes, I know training is a necessity, but when you have four windows, generally you can open the last window to help speed the line up. Two hours! GAH! Furthermore, when we got up to the counter, the lady typed in Mike's citation number, only to find out that it wasn't in the computer. Hello?! The ticket was given on 9/28, tomorrow is the final day of being able to come in on it, and it wasn't in the flipping computer? Oi! We ended up having to wait another 15 minutes just for them to enter it into the computer.
And then! AND THEN ... the bitch at the counter was short and bitter about either her job, or her life, because she was the rudest piece of crap I've seen outside of the customers at my work. When she was done with us, she shoved Mike's papers at him and just like stared at us. Mike said, "Thank you," and she just looked away. As we were walking away, I looked at Mike and said, "It must hurt to smile." Bitch!
On the amusing side, we saw Chuck—a guy we work with—who's at jury duty for this week. Oh yeah, I ended up working 3 hours in the music department on Wednesday because of that. There was some joy in that however ... I read 166 pages of Kurt Cobain's Journals. (On a side note, I kept typing "Kurdt Kobain" because he spells his name that way a great deal of the time.)
Dave and I have a few thoughts on this whole release of his journals. We don't like it in the sense of Courtney making money off of it. She's a bitch, we hate her, she killed Kurt. Ha. Happy? I cannot stand Hole, except for like one song... Yeah. Otherwise I hate her. ANYWHO ... The other side of it is, that its kind of nice to see his writing, and his thoughts. Especially since its been such a great length of time since it happened. Of course, for our generation its the "Where were you when JFK was assassinated?" question. I was in 11th grade, English class. I asked Tony what was wrong, because it looked like someone had killed his dog. I was floored by the answer, literally. And I won't forget that moment either, because Kurt was a very strong presense during an influential time in my (and many others I'm sure) life. I loved Nirvana. Shit, Nirvana's Nevermind was my first CD that I ever owned. Given to me by Balou, or Travis (I forget).
I'm rambling. Gah, I apologize. Well, I should go, and see if I can find any food to ease my grumbly tummy. I feel like Pooh (as in Winnie the Pooh!).
Posted by Coyote at 8:10 PM
November 5, 2002
I Gotta Buy Eminem's All Access
Why? Because of Marilyn Manson. Heheh, kidding. Though I really do want to buy it. There wasn't very much on TV this morning, at least not on FX (Bulworth, bleck). I pulled up the guide and starting looking for something on, and found Eminem On the Road on MTV 2. I ♥ Eminem, and haven't seen the All Access DVD yet, so I left the show on. Well, Marilyn Manson ended up being like a special guest at one of his shows. I swear, there is nothing better than seeing Marilyn Manson rapping "The Way I Am." Dood.
Last night I stayed up until 1:30 playing Wild Arms 3. I don't remember part two, but I enjoyed part one completely. I wonder if its got the same cheat that one had. Probably not ... ::Goes to check GameFAQs.:: Nope, doesn't look like it. Grr.
Okay, so I'm starving and waiting for Mike to get home. Plus, Eminem is still on, so I'm gonna go. Hasta!
Posted by Coyote at 8:07 PM
November 4, 2002
A Wittle Cold in His Nose
That's what I keep saying about Shadow, our bearded dragon, today. We took him to the vet, because its been too long of him looking grumpy. The vet was very cool, and quitea funny lady. Mike got a kick out of her. She is Asian with a moderately heavy accent, and when she said "dragon," and afterward he was like, "Cool!"
She gave Shadow a thorough check-up and said that he was hydrated very good (she made it sound almost abnormal), and that he didn't seem to be having any impacted from the sand of his tank. However, he does have an infection in his mouth that is keeping him from eating. She recommended that we continue hand-feeding him, and gave us an antibiotic to feed to him. It was also suggested that we find a better (different) vitamin supplement to give to him and increase his heat to help him fight off the infection.
Overall, it was about 100$ to take him in and get everything he needed. Oh yeah, they also took a stool sample to make sure he didn't have bugs. They just called about 20 minutes ago and said he was all good.
I haven't written for a few days, so I might actually have something to say for once! Isn't that cool?
Well, I have been trying to get some work done on the site. The main problem at the moment is getting the menu working properly. I mean, it is working ... when it appears. Pages are getting neatly filled, but I still need to get some set up properly. I do like the new look of it very much though, even the shade of orange.
Mike did some rearranging in our room. I should take pictures (probably will as soon as Dad gives me my memory card back). He switched places between Kahlua's perch and my dresser; which actually looks really nice. He keeps threatening to take over my corner of the room, and switch our desks around. I really don't think I would like that corner though.
I have completely forgotten about my Diablo 2 account. ::Signs on real fast, crap!:: Nevermind. I cannot find my disk at the moment, and Mike just reminded me that he logged them on last month.
I never did give any birthday news. Well, Dad left sometime early in the day, though he did come in and talked to me (including apologizing for leaving on my birthday). I got all sorts of cool little toys from Mom: silver & colored wrapping wire, one of those cool posters that come with markers to color in (I love those), beads, a silver and cobalt glass picture frame, and Wild Arms 3. That game completely rocks.
Mom, Mike and I went out to dinner, expecting to go to Acapulco's, but within the last week it changed from Acapulco's to El Torrito's. We still ate there, and it wasn't that bad; but I would have perfered Acapulco's.
Anyhow, I should get back to working on the site. Gotta fix the template for my photolog, and probably add in some more pictures. Also need to set up the same for my poetry & prose, as well as NaNo.
Speaking of Nano ... I have under 400 words written, and its now the fourth. Oh well.
A present from Keith: I'm sorry, was I buggin' you?
Posted by Coyote at 8:06 PM