A Dream that was Rome
Bare no Niwa
Echoes from the Void
Random Acts of Cartography
Teatime for the Bishop
Which way is up?
White Heaven, Crimson Hell
Tenshi no Korin
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Infernal Fun House Productions
On Friday, August 2, 2002 at 03:25 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
Now, to pimp my friend's new site and product. If you like anime (and I know you do) and you like RPG-ing then I recommend you go and BUY THIS BOOK RIGHT NOW! Yep, right now. Go on. Cough up the money. You'll be helping a good cause (my friend). Seriously, both the artwork and the strategy behind this book are good. I saw it when it was half complete. I mean, where else do you get the chance to really have a faceless minion horde. Comes in three wonderful flavors: ninja, robot, and chicken. They only have one hit point a piece, but you can make thousands of them.
Interested? Good. Go buy the book. Remember, consumerism is good. GOOOOOOOOOOD.
So I called the staffing agency about the job they called me about on Monday. Seems that there was an error. The position they called me about was filled before they called Monday. Stupid errors. So now I'm back to square one with them. However, they were able to update my records with the note that I'm still available. Hopefully, they'll find something. Until then, I'm filling out applications to work at the local bookstores. After all, as long as I'm making more than unemployment it's worth it, right? Yeah, I'll keep telling myself that...
Again, the minute I put one of the dumbest entries up ever, new people flock to my page. I've said it before and I'll say it again "There's some people who are never reading this pitas page again." Sigh...
As some of you know, I wrote on Wednesday about my lack of self-confidence in my intelligence. And now I feel... really bad about it. -_-;; I didn't mean to make it sound like I was fishing for pity. I wasn't. Really. But I appreciate all the support and comments people left over on my LJ. Sometimes I get like that. I have grown up and out of my old insecurities, but occasionally I my mind forgets that I'm no longer the person I once was. And then all the old baggage comes back until I once again force myself to realize that that person is no longer who I am. It takes awhile but I eventually return to my old self.
I have the strangest urge to draw Az. I don't know why... I just do. I wonder if Lunar would mind? I wonder if I should ask first? I wonder if I should just do it and make sure it's not going to turn into crap before I mention the attempt. Oh well. Too late now. Now I just hope it turns out well. I'm going to have to do it on computer considering that I have no working scanner. Damn. At least it will be AZ in giant, dark, sinister, fluffy puppy mode. Animals are always so much easier to draw than people.
Finished Lazarus Child last night. It is GOOOOOOD. Then I proceeded to get two other people addicted to it. Two problems with it. One, it's not finished. I hate reading stuff that's not finished. Mostly because I tend to either lose interest or forget where it is. Then, when I do regain interest in it, I've forgotten most of what's going on. So I am forced to re-read it and sometimes it's just not worth the effort. I don't think this will be one of those. I think this will be like Twig's Whisper. I'll keep checking back every week or so to see if it's updated.
My second problem with it has absolutely nothing to do with the story. I want to draw fan art for it. Nevermind that I SUCK at drawing people. And I never get the urge to draw fanart. For this series, I want to try. I especially want to draw Seth or Osirus. *twitch**twitch* Maybe I can calm this urge by drawing Bast. Yeah, she's not human. I can do that on the computer... maybe... I hope.
And now, off to try drawing. I'll consider posting the results here. Wish me luck!
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Lazarus Child
On Thursday, August 1, 2002 at 04:42 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I know that sound. that's the sound of me getting sucked into something.
NO! I have writing to do! I started on the fourth part of the (A)typical Gundam Wing Fanfic.
I have to look for a job! I've just started reading a new book. NO! NO!
Oh I give up. If you need me, I'll be over reading Lazarus Child
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: English to Elvish
On Wednesday, July 31, 2002 at 04:43 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
Do guys really like smart girls? I've noticed more and more that they say they do. I wonder if this a function of maturity or a function of the geek revolution? The geek revolution? Because I've always been smart. I've always liked science and gotten good grades. And while I've never been obnoxious about being smarter, I can't help but let it leak through. In word and thoguht and deed, I am intelligent. It is as much a aprt of me as my hair or my eyes or my personality. I can't hide it, and for the most part I've stopped trying.
But sometimes... I want to. I want to shut up that part of me that has to say something. The one that has to know. The part of me that wants desperately to prove that I do know so I don't feel left out. So I feel like I'm not foundering from oen thign to the other without ever grasping what everyone else seems to know. The part that wants to share, that wants to find others who want to learn. The part of me that wants to show others, to hear opinions and arguements and facts. Sometimes, I really wish I could make that part remain still and quiet.
Years later, long after High School had come and gone, I was told by others that my intelligence intimidated people. Specifically guys who were interested in me. More than one person informed me that I seemed untouchable. Knowing. Strong.
Funny, I always thought it was because they all thought it was somethign else. I don't know what. Hate. Fear. Indifference. But I never thought people shurnk from me because of intimidation. I find the thought vastly amusing. I don't see myself as being intimidating. I guess that insight comes from having to live with myself for so long.
I'm still not comfortbale with my intelligence, even though it is such an intergral part of who I am. I don't think I'll ever be fully comfortable with it. It's caused me too much pain for that. But I also can never pretend to be something I'm not. So I learn to live with being intelligent. A blessing and a curse.
No, I don't know why I'm in such a mood. I think my couch's tiredness field did something to me.
My condolences Leareth. Losing a pet is never easy.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Austrailia's Lost Kingdoms
On Tuesday, July 30, 2002 at 09:41 a.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
According to the BBC, they've found giant fossils from the Pleistocene in an Australian cave. I'm hoping National Geographic will have something on it later. I've not been able to track down another source. Preferably one with more detailed information. Of course, there might not be one available. I want to know what else they found in that cave besides the marsupial lions. Australian's fossil record is spotty at best. Especially a lot of the earlier mammalian stuff. So this is a reall cool find.
I'm such a paleontology geek.
Now I sit, waiting for the phone to ring. Yesterday afternoon I went over to Kalil's. Great house. Great time. Got to hold a really active, nice snake and looks at cool rocks. Life was good. Got to see a few people I hadn't seen inawhile. Life was great. Got back kind of late, went to dinner, and came back.
There was a message on my answering machine. The staffing place had called. They had a position that would be perfect for me. Since it was too late to call them just then, I decided to wait until this morning. I called ten minutes after they had opened. Desperate? Me? Nahhh.... So I asked to speak to the person who called. It appears she will be gone for the rest of the week on vacation. No one else knows which job she was talking about. ARRRRRRRRRRG! So now I'm waiting for someone to get their act straight and to find out what's going on with me.
Sigh. My timing sucks.
But in other totally random news, I found out that someone had linked to me from their LJ. Which was nifty. Then, as I was reading over some of their other posts I came across this gem. All I have to ask is how does one say penis in elvish?
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Urban Legends Reference Page
On Monday, July 29, 2002 at 04:49 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
Why is it that my brain insists on creating impossible to categorize stories? Why can't it just settle for fantasy or romance or yaoi or PWP? Why does it insist on pushing the limits, leaving me frustrated on what to call what I'm writing? Is something a fanfic? AU? Both? Neither? How do you describe or rate somethign so that those who want to find it can, without giving away the plot? Because sometimes it's impossible. And these are the stories that I seem to want to write.
Sometimes, it's great. I like breaking rules. I like challenging people's preconceptions. I like challeneging myself, making myself do something that up until then I thought was impossible. It's fun. It's entertaining. It gives me drive and makes writing a fun hobby for me. A fulfilling hobby.
Other times... my ability and desire to write outside the box is annoying as Hell. How do you describe something that's never been done before? How do you convince people to beleive that you are somehow turning the old and trite into something new and original? How do you prove it without making them read it? How do you sell your story, make others want to read it when you yourself aren't quite sure what it is? Or even why you wrote it.
For someone who is as good at writing as I am, I find summarizing and rating my stories a lesson in pain. I've yet to find a way to summarize the plot without giving it away. Or worse, making it sound like the back of a bad romance novel. "Torn apart by the misunderstandings when they were younger, Craig and Marlene were the last two people you would expect to get together. Yet when Marlene returns to her home town, tempers and passion flares threatening to consume them both. Will they give into their Wild Hearts of Flame?"
Everytime I do one, I feel like I'm back to writing a college essay. "Tell us the entire history of the world... in 300 words are less." I can't do it. If I could have told the entire story in that many words, I would have. I would have gotten rid of all the crap and written it in a few lines. But I couldn't. I didn't. So why do I feel in neccessary to butcher the plot into something that is 50 words or less? How do you do it?
Rating my own work is always fun. I've figured out the line between NC-17 and R. If it's graphic enough to be in the erotic section, it's NC-17. If I can't figure out who's on top but there's sex, then it's probably R. I just wish some people on FF.Net understood at least these two concepts. However, PG, PG-13, and R ratings seemed very blurred to me. What I consider perfectly appropriate for 13 year olds, would have some people out for my blood for corrupting their kids. I don't know. So I fudge, go with the higher rating, and hope it's good enough.
Warnings and classification is the absolute worse. I have some thing that absolutely REFUSE to fit into any normal kind of classification system. I don't want to lie about them. I just don't know what they are. And occasioanlly, warnings are also spoilers. So what do you do?
I haven't found a good answer. And until I do, I guess I shall muddle through.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Pronouns
On Friday, July 26, 2002 at 03:16 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
Isn't it funny how someone can mention something quite random, and your suddenly reminded of something you wrote? In this case llamajoy said in her LJ about pronouns. Suddenly... WHAM! I remembered this little fragment. I think I was trying to convey a concept without being to brutal or obvious with it. Not sure I succeeded. Anyways, enjoy the little piece of unfinished story.
Kaitlyn knelt down beside the story stone, the bright light from the latern the only illumination. There's more to this stone than the others think. I know it. I don't know what it was, or how I knew, but it's here. At her thoughts, the graduate student smiled. Now if only someone would give me the key to this thing so I can get my thesis done.
Uncaring of the dust from recent excavations, or the grime of thousands of years of disuse, Kaitlyn knelt down on the floor. The inscription ran from top to bottom, then back to the top, moving in horizontal columns towards the left. She put her fingers against the stone and began to read the ancient language, tracing each glyph with fingers as she read it aloud. Slowly the words came, then the sentences, transcribed into English within her head.
I ask for the gift of the three, so that these tales may be told. They are not my stories to tell, but I am the teller none the less. I call upon Her, Woman of the Darkness, Lady of the Night, Keeper of the Earth, Mother of the World and the Children of the Night, to hide the flaws. I call upon Him, Man of the Light, Lord of the Sun, Keeper of the Skies, Father of the Heavens and the Children of Light, to reveal the strength. I call upon Him/Her/Both/Neither, the One of the Shadows, Lord of Storms, Lady of Luck, Keeper of Twilight and All Places Between, Brother/Sister to the Destined Ones and Guardian of the Outcasts, to make it whole.
It was a standard beginning, the invocation of three as the natives called it. Sometimes it was a simple naming of the three gods/goddesses and consisted of just a few lines. In the more formal styles of writing the invocations could conceivably be longer than the story told. Two years ago, Kaitlyn and Professor Neilhager had translated such a piece. Three scrolls of invocation followed by one scroll of actual story. Thank goodness that the natives find that to be tasteless. I think I would have gone insane if I had had to translate another invocation as bad as that one.
Now the group was working on a huge piece that had once filled an entire wall of a temple. Even the guides from the area had trouble reading the inscription due to the archaic language. For Kaitlyn, the difficulty was compounded by the fact that there were three pronouns that were untranslatable into English. This was in addition to the normal three pronouns found in English.
Just for warm-up, I'll go over them again. This is rohali, equivalent of "she." As her mind translated the glyph, her fingers traced the three curves intersected by a bold line. Then they moved to a glyph composed of three straight line connected by one curve. This one is ilaho, meaning "he." Then onto a surprisingly easy glyph with a complex meaning. Koleno. Something that is male and female, both and neither, exhibiting gender and being nueter, all at the same time. Used mostly to refer to the third of the trilogy except when he takes one of his various gender specific forms.
I really wish I understood all that. Sounds like a load of bull to me. Kaitlyn had to search a little, but finally found another gylph for a pronoun. Tah. Or "it" in English. Except they only use it to refer to objects. You refer to someone as "tah" in a sentence and you'll get the teeth knocked out of your mouth by their fist.
The next pronoun was easy. The glyph itself was complex, but unique. So even though it was only used a few times in the stone, Kaitlyn had no problems finding it. It's the only glyph still used today that has that squiggle over it. Wish I could remember what that squiggle was called. Possibly my favorite pronoun. Paladi or "I don't wish to offend but I really can't figure out what gender you are." Now that's a pronoun the English language could use.
Finally, the last one. It was fairly common though almost indistinguishable from some of the other glyphs. Pronounced elwin, an acronym for the phrase "Erini lorisene wi inocral noai." Which translates literally as "those that remain genderless in my thoughts." Good thing we finally figured out that its used to refer to the priests or priestess of the temple.
That was one of the things that had been hanging the translating group up. Heavy emphasis on the one. Why did Professor Nielhager think that tackling a inscription this big and this archaic was a good idea? Half of these words aren't even used anymore and a good quarter of them have changed meaning since it was written.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: True Porn Clerk Stories
On Friday, July 26, 2002 at 02:37 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I think this link has amused me for hours upon end. Of course, given my current search for a job I am now NEVER going to apply to a video store with porn in it. Never. EVER. Though it does give me the most amusing story fragments of some random anime characters wandering around there, trying not to touch anything, to buy a movie for someone's Bachelor party (Stag party to some).
Quatre (eyes bugging out of his head): Do people actually do this?
Wufei: I hope not.
Duo: Yes. Though it's hard to get the angle right.
I would also like to report that I kicked tail at the testing for the temp. agency today. All that writing and such with MS Word and WordPerfect have paid off. Although my typing skills still suck. Too many errors. Oh well. Such is life. I thinkt his is one of my best chanes. I mean, when the lady who interviews you does a dance of joy as you're leaving because you're scores are so good, that's a good thing. Right?
From various descriptions from Es and Pingu, I now know why there's so few real life bishounen in America. They've all moved to Britain. This is so not fair. Then again, if they're in Britain they'll pick up those nifty British accents. So I guess that's okay. As long as they eventually migrate back across the Atlantic to the US. Preferably to NC. ^_^
Finally, I would like to say that Twig is marvolous fun when she's had one too many Mountain Dews. Good luck on the move Twig.
And now, stick a fork in me, I'm done. Back to reading about gay elven spies.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: "We like things, things that make us go, things that make us powerful."
On Thursday, July 25, 2002 at 03:20 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
As if to make up for me having such a cruddy day on Tuesday, Yesterday was pretty good. I went to a job fair where I kicked @ss. I go in for testing tomorrow. I also found out that the repairs to my car cost <$300 which my mother promptly paid for. I love my mom. So all around it was a good day yesterday. Today my car is once again mine.
Now, to go read other people's blogs and see what's going on in the great wide world.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: How car engines work
On Tuesday, July 23, 2002 at 04:16 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
That wail of absolute pain you heard from the NC region? That would be me. If anyone need to be shaken extremely violently, I'll take you for a spin in my car. Two mechanics can only tell me "Take it to the dealer." So guess what I get to do? Take it to the dealer. Luckily my mom has already told me she'll cover the costs considering I'm out of work. Which is good.
I think cars have a sensor in them that lets them know exactly when would be the worse time to break down. I know my car has one. Only thing that never breaks on my car.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Anti-Spam Legislation Opposed by Powerful Penis-Enlargement Lobby
On Tuesday, July 23, 2002 at 10:01 a.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I mean, with a link like that, why wouldn't you want to read?
So I would have blogged yesterday, but two things got in my way. Laundry and writing. The laundry situation was getting quite depserate around here yesterday morning. A sure sign I need to at least do a load of whites. And wouldn't you know it, as soon as I do, I find about ten articles of clothing that should have been washed with the whites. Grumble. Grumble. But I finally broke down and wahsed my towels. So I now am the proud owner of... clean towels. But the highlight of the day was being sort of adopted by Molly, the half tailed torteshell cat that roams the apartment complex. She was nice, sweet company. Up until she tried to make a break and get into my apartment. -_-
I have also been on and off of a writing kick since Saturday. Which means I write a few lines, I play a game of Free Cell, write a paragraph, play a few games of Free Cell. I am addicted to Free Cell. Also did some much needed editing to some of my stuff. Managed to kick start the writing on a few things I was stuck on. Realized I have three novels that are in excess of 17 pages going. And one not so short story that is going to be over 20 pages. Considering I type in single spaced, condensed paragraphs, with no breaks, in 12-point font, this is a lot of writing. Most of my stuff is 4-7 pages. So 20 pages is quite a big chunk for me.
I have also been reading book which forever after will be known as "The Gay Elven Spy Books." There a series of three books by Lynn Flewelling starting with "Luck in Shadows." I've been assured that the two main guys do eventually get together. Which is good. Because if they didn't, I think I'd go nuts. These two are so in deniaabout there being anything possible between them it's scary. Now if only the author had some graphic scenes instead of lotas of fade to blacks and vague insinuations...
Twig, yes I am having a good day. And don't worry about getting published. I have in my possession three books I have just to remind myself that this is how you do not under any circumstance write. I always figured if these things could get published, than anything I write could get published. Trust me on this, anything you write will get published. BTW, I approve of the Tank Girl layout. I have a friend who's addicted to that series which is how I know of it. And the movie. Which I inflict upon random friends at every opportunity.
Catt, I love your new layout. Catt pocky indeed. I can only imagine what would happen if they made a Tsaiko flavored pocky. I have to disagree with one thing you said. There are a few of us who write for character exploration AND for the sex scenes. Plots like that don't happen often (one where in order to further the characters you have to write out the sex scenes because otherwise, it makes no sense) but they do occur. I know because damn if I'm not smack in the middle of one. It's just that usually people write either for characters or for sex.
Everyone go and read Meia's description of the book she's reading. Go now. It's short. I think she does an excellent job desciribing the book. I now know I want to read it.
Thanks for the birthday wishes for my pitas page Sofia. And it appears that there is another former (current?) band geek in the circle of blogs I read. MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I may use this to my advantage.
And for the last time mind, I am NOT writing Yami smut. No. NO. NO! I don't care if that's what you produced in my head first thing this morning. I don't care if it's believable. I don't care that Hisoka and Tsuzuki would eventually get together. I AM NOT DOING IT. NO!
And now, I must go. Because I know that sound. One of my cat's is hacking something up on my carpet. Until later.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: I erect... a wall.
On Friday, July 19, 2002 at 12:53 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
This little corner of the internet has been active for one whole year! Go pitas page! Okay, so it's actual birthday was yesterday. What can I say? I fogot. I'm such a bad pitas page owner I am. In honor of this, I shall repost my first entry. Well, okay the first entry that survived. HEre it is:
Today I learned how to do this thing. After spending about two hours fiddling with the colors, making a graphic, and trying to get it to look just right, I decided to make my first entry. Well actually my second. My first one got sent to the great trash bin in the sky,
Then I looked at what other people had done with theirs. I know better than to do this. I always feel inadquate when I do this. I did it anyways. You know what I learned? I learned than my little corner of the universe looks like crap. That's what I learned. I now feel like I should do the whole thing over. But I don't wanna. So there.
In the future I hope that there will be an actual reason for me having this thing. Until that time feel free to point and laugh. I'm going to watch TV.
Ann, do you really need help putting something together about gemstones? I can help or at the very least direct you to some webpages that are fairly decent. And now I'm curious. What kind of tourmaline is it? Pink? Black? Does it go from one color at one end to anotyher color at another (the most common combination is pink to green or watermelon tourmaline)? I've always loved Alexandrite. What other stone looks green in one kind of light and red in another. Pretty shinies!
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Elfwood Gallery of Susan Lee Gidley
On Thursday, July 18, 2002 at 01:07 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I do not want to go wander into random offices asking for a job. I don't. I don't. It's tacky and rude and shows all the business manners of a horny water buffalo in a china shop. But the state says that in order to collect my money for being unemployed, I have to do this. Crap. So I return to the fun prospect of trying to find a job. Or at least making a fool of myself so that I can get unemployment.
Myrtle Beach (which was where I was from Sat. to yesterday was pleasantly fun. I was happy. Usually my immediate family is okay (certainly better than my extended family). Lately my sister has gone uber-religious. I don't mind that, in fact I kind of respect her for having so much conviction. But you try listening to nothing but modern Christian rock for three hours and then get a lecture about your religious beleifs and see how pleased you are.
Luckily, this did not happen on the trip. Well, the lecture didn't happen. But if I hear one more soft Christian Rock song I'm going to hurt soemthing.
What I am glad to discover is that religion has not completely killed off my sister's sense of humor. I was afraid it had. You see, my sister has started bleaching all her words, stories, and jokes in order to be more respectable. It's kind of sad because she's been trying to make my mother and I do it as well. However, on this vacation she relaxed a little. Let loose. Started actually sounding like her old self again.
Tsaiko: Boy, I sure am a restless sleeper.
Mom: You've managed to pull every sheet and blanket on that bed off and twist them around.
Sister: You know what the maids are going to think when they see that bed, right?
Tsaiko: No. What?
Sister: Good sex.
It's nice to know my sister still exists under all the respectability she puts on to impress others.
Catt, I'm glad to hear your puppy is feeling better. Sick pets are never fun.
And now, I go annoy people in order to get my unemployment. Then I get to post my clercical resume to job search engines. Then I get to email people my resume and cover letter. But at least I'll feel like I'm not annoying the crap out of them.
Unlike when I walk into random offices. -_-
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is:
On Friday, July 12, 2002 at 04:05 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
Tsaiko is dead. D-E-A-D. Dead. She went job hunting today. Correction. Tsaiko got lost three times trying to find one crappy office that did not even hire geologist. I'll be on a family vacation until the 18th.
Until then, I am dead.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: The Google Mirror
On Thursday, July 11, 2002 at 02:38 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I am now minus about eleven inches of hair. In other words, I got my hair cut (finally) last night. So now instead of falling somewhere past my waist it falls just an inch past my shoulders. It's shorter than I would have liked. Oh well. It will grow.
Wind I've been doing an experiment. I've found that for approximately every 30 people who read something you write, you get one comment. That ratio is probably higher because FF.Net only counts hits from people who are logged in at the time. So if you've gotten one comment, it doesn't mean that no ones reading. It just means that there are lots of shy (or lazy) people out there. I do hope you will continue. You have at least one hooked person.
Catt pointed out something interesting she saw on TV. It seems three boys murdered one of the boys sisters. And who do the parents, lawyers, and media blame? Why violent video games! Specifically, Final Fantasy VII. GASP! The horror! The outrage!
The unmitigated stupidity.
Music does not make kids go out and commit violence. Video games do not make kids go out and commit violence. Animation does not make kids go out and commit violence. Repeat this mantra to yourself 30 times. And then, beleive it.
In a way, I can understand why such things are said. Not agree, but understand. No parent wants to beleive their child is capable of murder. Or suicide. Or taking drugs. Or sexually active. Or whatever. All those other people's kids, of course. They're all hooligans. But not their child. So when something like this happens they'll look for something (or someone) else to blame. Books. TV. Movies. Games. Friends. Because it can't possibly be their fault. Or their child's. He must have been influenced in some way.
The worst is the media though. I know longer quite beleive anything they say. The news channels don't report facts. Oh no. They report the story which is inevitably biased. Their goal is no longer to let you decide. It's to decide for you. Afterall, nothing makes a btter story than controversy. So they go out and find the most controversal opinions they can and put those people on TV. Not the middle of the road people, or the level headed experts. Those people aren't controversial enough. They only want the people who are on the far extremes of opinion.
Sofia, I have never heard that particular phrase from Time Magazine. I like it. I also agree about sugar coating all of the world for kids. I refuse to let their parents sanitize the world just to protect their sensibilities (the parent's sensibilities, not the kids). I don't know if people realize it or not, but kids are blood thirsty little buggers. They like it when the evil wizard is burned to death in the end . Most preferably while the prince and princess watch. It's how they think the world should work.
But besides that, presenting kids with a primary colored, always happy world does them a disservice I think. Unfortuneatly, the world is not always a nice place. Pretending that it is does not change the fact. What it does do it prevent childredn from learning the skills they need to survive. There are many times when I wish my own parents hadn't sheltered me quite so much or taken care of everything. Because I find now I simply don't have some of the skills I need to do things I should know how to do.
Urg...that went on far longer than it should have. I think I'll stop now.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Alchemy
On Tuesday, July 9, 2002 at 01:33 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
Today's link brought to you by the fact that I suck at most games. Yes, this list includes this one. Strategy? What is this "strategy" of which you speak? But my roomie is extremely addicted to this one. So I figured i pass it along. Maybe, like the Infamous worm game it will addict others. BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Thanks for the luck, Catt. Boy do I need it. I'm now being reminded why I've had the same basic resume for any geology job I stumble across for the last four years. I LOATHE writing these things. It took me all afternoon to put together one outlining how qualified I am to answer the phones and do data entry. I swear if I see another action verb I'm going to death/murder/mutilate something (if you get that reference come over here and get your richly deserved hug).
Although I admit someone in the #AR channel had a great idea. Bold random words in my resume so they spell "HIRE ME" over and over again. Subliminal messages are my friend. *waves her hand* "This is the college graduate you are looking for."
Also, I got a nice little surprise courtesy of Erythos. Nothing makes your day like someone calling you a fanfic legend. I don't know how true that actually is, but I'll take my compliments where I can get them. And I like that word. Erudition. Although it's always sounded very vaguely vulger (BAD ALLITERATION!) to me. Finally, I am Emeril with meat clever. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Meanwhile, I think anyone who can get Sky to finish his lemon is good in my book. It's been kind of funny to hear him complain about it.
Sky: ARG! This is all you fault.
Tsaiko: What is?
Sky: I took you up on your challenge.
Tsaiko: The challenge to write a porn story?
Sky: I didn't know it was this hard to write. They're in bed, they're talking, and that's it! I can't get them to stop talking. How do you do it?
Sky: I have a whole new respect for you yaoi writers.
In other news, someone someone just discovered that spinel was a type of gemstone. A very pretty gemstone as well. Hopefully, Card Captor Sakura's popularity will not have the same effect as Sailor Moon's popularity. It does not amuse me to look up "jadeite" or "nephrite" or "beryl" and get 20,000 Sailor Moon pages.
For all those linguists who read my blog, Mooncalf needs you help. I still can't beleive there are three ways to say "I'm sorry I ate your wife" in Klingon.
I meant to posta link to Wind sometime last week. La la la Tsaiko is lazy. Wind, what would it take to get you to write more on the snippet? Bribes? Money? Fanfiction? Seriously, I like the style. It's fast action but not so fast Ifeel like I'm being left behind. And you have me hooked. I want to know what's going to happen next.
It seems my cats have decided that not only am I their slave who cleans their litter box, feeds them, waters them, and rubs them on demand. Now, I am also the offical window blinds opener. oh, and I give them the special teeth cleaning kibble treats. I would feed them the stuff. They'd eat it (little furry vultures). But it's high in fat. I like my kitties. I do not want them to turn into furry blobs.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is:
On Monday, July 8, 2002 at 10:43 a.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I live. I'm back. Went on vacation before I could finish last part of previous rant. Will be on vacation for a good chunk of next week. I just filed for unemployment (I love you internet. I really do. You allow me to not deal with the mean old nasty public). Will post something more entertaining soon. Must work on resume. Hate working on resume. Must do it anyway.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Discovery Channel
On Tuesday, July 2, 2002 at 09:31 a.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I am so disappointed in the Discovery Channel at this moment. For all those who didn't know (and really, what rock have you been under?) I am a geology geek. More spefically, I love dinosaurs. I have loved them since I was five years old and will probably be either a professional paleontologist or dino buff until I die. So when Discovery Channel started advertising this "Prehistoric Predators" series, I was all excited. I had seen parts of "Walking with Dinosaurs" (the American version, which I've been told was editted for us "sensitive" Americans) and "Walking with Prehistoric Beasts."
Both of these shows had their problems. Especially "Walking with Dinosaurs" though that may have been because I have more knowledge of dinosaurs than early mammals. But their were obvious flaws in both. Including the flying T-Rex carcass which had me laughing so hard I made myself sick. Talk about abusing physics in order to make something more dramatic. My professor for Terrestrial Paleontology showed us how to do the math to find out just how ridiculous that scene was. The most the impact in the Yucatan Pennisula would have done in Montana was create a light wind.
But anyway... I watched part of the summer series Discovery was showing.
Correction, I watched 30 minutes of it before I was so disgusted I turned the thing off. I wanted to cry it was so bad. My roomie, who is a Computer Sciene graduate, asked me how bad it was. I told her it was like watching CNN try and explain networking.
First off, barring all the actual facts they butchered, let's talk about the computer animation. It was atrocious. I tlooked like they took everything they had ever learned in the previous two specials about making computer generated animals fit into normal footage, and threw it out the window. There was no attempt to make the animal and the background seamless. I mean, I have seen old claymation movies that looked more realistic than this. In fact, there were a few scenes where it looks like they decided to save some money and not animate every fifth frame or something. It was jerky as Hell.
I only watched the parts on the Triassic and early Jurrasic. It was enough. It was more than enough. I'm going to talk about the absolute worst thing that let me know that this show was not worth watching. Their cause of the PErmian-Triassic extinction.
This show states that the Permian-Triassic extinction was caused by a a comet or meteor impact. They give no evidence for this (no "We found a rare earth element spike" or "We think we have an impact site"). Understand that the Permian-Triassic (often abbreviated as P-Tr) represents the worst mass extinction ever. We're talking about 84% of all marine genera and 70% of all terrestrial families on earth. Compare this with the more famous Cretaceous-Tertiary extinction (abbreviated as K-T) which only involved 47% of marine genera and 18% of terrestrial species. In other words, the P-Tr extinction makes the more famous K-T extinction look like a walk in the park.
There is very little proof that a impact caused the P-Tr extinction. Scientists know it happened relatively quickly (within a time period of several thousand years). That there was massive deforestation and erosion at the time. However, the shocked quartz and iridium (or other rare earth element) spike that accompanies other known impacts is not present at the boundary. What they do have is the presence of rare isotops of helium and aragon in three times the normal concentration in Hungary, Japan, and China that falls at around that time.
I know I have lost a good protion of you people. You're the ones going "Shocked quartz? Iridium? What the heck?" I'm going to take a moment to explain what these indicators are and to give you some background on what those who proponents of the K-T extinction had to go through to get the impact theory accepted as truth. I'm doing this to prove ot you just how bad the sciene they are using is.
But first, I'm going to go eat. I will continue this when I return.
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