Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Acid Reflux- The comic
On Tuesday, July 24, 2001 at 11:23 a.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
My toaster is possessed. No, don't try to tell me I'm over-reacting. I'm sure it is. Some gremlin or minor demon from Hell has taken up residence in our toaster and no amount of logic is going to convince me otherwise.
This particular rant was inspired by the fact that I was hungry. So what, most people are. I went to the fridge. Nothing looked really appealing for breakfast. Well, nothing whose age I could pinpoint down enough to trust. So I was down to my old stand-by. Toast with jelly.
Which requires me to plug-in the toaster. Actually it's a toaster oven, but all we use it for it to make toast.. We can't leave it plugged in. If my roommate and I do, it turns on at random moments. By itself (insert Twilight Zone music here). Yet every time we plug it in, blue sparks jump from the outlet to the plug. I'll call this Exhibit A of demonic possession. Connection with Hell manifesting itself in the form of blue fire. As soon as you plug the toaster in, it immediately comes on. Without you having to hit the on button. Even if the door is open and your hand is in the process of putting toast in it. I'll call this Exhibit B. Inanimate objects taking on a life of their own.
No matter what setting you put the toaster on, your toast will come out blackened. Or still soft and white. I swear there is no middle setting. I'll call this Exhibit C. Deliberate malicious intent towards toast. And don't even think of mentioning getting another toaster in its presence. If you do, it will start acting worse. Your toast will come out cajun style, your fingers will be burnt, and it will start making this rattling/humming noise. I think its trying for a demonic growl. Exhibit D of possession. Shows signs of intelligence.
One of these days I'm going to wake up in the middle of the night. I'll look across my darkened room. There, standing in the open doorway, will be my toaster. "What are you doing Dave?" it will ask in a menacing voice. Nevermind that my name is not Dave. It will add to the eerie quality of the event. The toaster will creep towards me, ever closer, blue sparks flowing from its maw. Horns will grow from its top. Ever notice how much the end of a plug looks like a pitchfork? Just crossed my mind. The toaster will get to the end of my bed. I'll be lying awake, hearing its hinges squeak as it breathes, knowing at any minute it will jump up onto my feet...
I don't know what would happen then. I'd like to think I'd drop kick the little bugger out the window. More than likely I'd scream like one of those women fromt he horror movies. My desk chair is pretty close. I could use that as a weapon. Yeah. That will keep me safe. Good old desk chair. You'll protect me from the toaster. Right?
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go. Someone is knocking at my door. The priest is here to excorcise my kitchen appliances.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Eversummer Eve
On Monday, July 23, 2001 at 07:55 a.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
Why the webpage of the day? Because the newest page made me laugh. I needed to laugh. Why did I need to laugh?
Let me explain (insert dramatic thunder and special lighting effects here).
Sometime last week, the little piece of crap I call my computer decided to eat MS Works. That's right, Remi ate my word processing program. The entire directory is empty. Gone. Complete with some of my stories. I figured that stories are the litte fried crunchy bits that the computer finds, decides to spit out, chews, and then loses them never to be found again. The computer doesn't want to swallow, but it can't find the hard crunchy bits again to spit it out.
Whether it was MS Works, or my stories, my computer Remi got indigestion. It hiccuped. Then it burped a few times. Then it started making little distressed noises. The noises that say "I'm looking for a file, and I'm unhappy because I can't find it." Eventually, I couldn't get Remi to boot up. If there had been a heart monitor attached to him, it would have been flat lining. So I did what any reasonable person did. I went and got my roommate.
This isn't as dumb as it sounds. My roommate does neat, important computer things for a major University. Okay, she's the person who fixes other people's messes when they (or hackers) screw over their computers. Being the wonderful, beautiful, nice, intelligent (she used a few more adjectives to describe herself, but I don't remember them) person that she is, my roommeate did brain surgery on our computers. Well, what she did was take my hard drive and make it a slave hard drive on her computer. That sentence invokes way too many bad images and I'm not going there. In this way we managed to recover almost all of my files. Then she scan disked my hard drive, and had the computer fix all the errors.
Which lead to an important question. Do I try to still use my old computer, or do I get a new one? I knew next to nothing about the innards of computers, so I had my roommate look at it. The verdict is in. My computer is idiot proof in the way a motel room is idiot proof. Everything's screwed down so that it can't be removed. Which also means my computer is non-upgradable. To her surprise, my roommate discovered that I do possess a modem. A 26.6 modem. If I wanted to, I could be the tricycle on the information super highway.
So a new computer (or at least a new hard drive) it is. The good news is that my computer has some really old, really expensive RAM which can be used to offset the cost of me getting a new one. The bad news is this puts me behind in getting my fics out soon. So expect delays.
Oh yeah, and the little problem of my being unemployed and having no money to actually buy a new computer. Expect big delays. Just remember, no one can hear you scream in cyber-space. Unless you get a blog like this one.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Web Pages That Suck
On Saturday, July 21, 2001 at 10:24 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I am a firm beleiver that it is a cardinal sin for a webpage to sing at me.
Let me tell you what does not make me happy. Waiting two hours for my dial-up connection to load a page that contains one paragraph and one title graphic because some idiot decided to embed an MP3 of the midi version of Nivana's "Smells like Teen Spirit" into their page. And guarenteed they will fail to put any means of turning the damn thing off on the page.
What is it about webpages that leads people to beleive they can subject their viewers to this kind of thing? I've ridden in enough cars to know that I do not share the same musical tastes of 90% of the population. No one does. So why do people feel this insane need to make their webpages play bad midi versions of their favorite songs? Do they secretly hate these bands? Is this some kind of revenge because they were dumb enough to cough up $20 for a CD they'll be able to buy for $5 in two years?
What's worse is though pages that put sound effects up. I surf the internet in fear. Oftentimes, I have to go to public labs where I know that I can not turn the speakers off. Everytime my mouse goes click I dread a repeat of my freshmen year. The year that sounds from a porn video flooded the lab because I was dumb enough to click on a link labeled "Here's a great page!!!!!!!" (some exclamation marks have been left out to protect the identity of the webpage)
Who ever came up with the idea of embedding songs into webpages needs to be subjected to surf song for three weeks. LA LA LALALA LAAAAA, LA LALA LAAAAA LAAAAAAAAAA! I'm sure it was a great idea in the beginning. I'm sure they impressed the Hell out of everyone around them. If they have any shred of humanity in them, I hope they now apologize to everyone they meet for subjecting the world to such horror.
Unless Bill Gates came up with idea. Because after the Hell that is Microsoft, we all know there's no humanity left in him.
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: FanFiction.Net
On Friday, July 20, 2001 at 09:30 a.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I have triumphed over the web browsers. WHAHAHAHAHAHA! My new cheesy layout is now officially up.
In other news, I have a confession to make. Deep down, in the darkest places of my heart, I have discovered something about myself which disturbs me to no end. At the core of my being, I am a fan girl.
I suppose I should have guessed. Their were signs of it. The way I would squeal if on of my favorite fanfic authors responded to one of my emails. They way I would run around the room doing the happy dance whenever someone sent me a piece of fanart for one of my stories.
Then there was the Watasi Yuu incident last year at Animazement. I giggled like a school girl. Here was the woman who created Fushigi Yuugi in the same room as me (and about two hundred other people). We took about twenty pictures of her. I got her to sign a copy of vol. 18 of the manga. I acted like one of those giddy japanese girls who's just met an idol singer.
I feel so ashamed.
The thing is, I also a fangirl over people on the internet. Semi-famous people from various fandoms. They can be authors, artists, those that maintain a list, or an archive. Some of them are just awesome. Talya Firedancer, Tenshi no Korin, White Cat, Rose Argent, Lori McDonald, Windlily, Kat-chan, and Lunar are some of the authors. Some of their stuff has disappeared of the internet, but their stories still remain in my memories. Kristi and Priya who use to run the Chicken 'o Doom site back when Fushigi Yuugi was still a small fandom. Seimei no miko, Yanwen, Kimoki, Fablespinner, are all great artists.
But the worst is Twig. Here is someone who's site I check, 2-3 times a day. Even if she's just updated, I still check it. I am obsessed. I am gleeful. I am insane. I am giggling like a school girl just writing this.
I'd be ashamed, but I have to go check to see if Twig's updated...
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Computer Stupidities
On Thursday, July 19, 2001 at 09:03 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
I figured the URL link was appropriate. Okay, my new look is up. It works perfectly for Netscape. Those people using Internet Explorer will see that the side bar is not centered. Tables messing up in IE instead of Netscape. That's gotta be a first for me.
Didn't realize this the first time. Had double banner ads. Also, fortunecity changed its file system. Had to relink all the pictures. Got that done uploaded, the files, and then checked them using IE and Netscape. IE got through fine, Netscape was not so lucky. On the index page, all I got was a banner.
Finally figured out what was wrong. Good 'ol fortunecity puts your entire page in a TABLE to put an ad up. A very badly done table which NEtscape doesn't like. Why it does this, I have no idea. So go back in and remove the stupid table tag. Voila! Instant index page.
I think next time I'll just take an ax to the computer. It'll make me feel better (though I imagine the lab people might be a little upset).
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Mega Tokyo
On Thursday, July 19, 2001 at 08:28 a.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
Why is my picture not showing up? It was showing up last night when I was on Netscape. Now that I'm here at home on Internet Explorer, no picture. Obviously my other free web hosting does the same thing as my geocities account. block pictures to linked to outside pages. If anyone knows of a web hosting service or an online storage place that doesn't do this, let me know.
I hate being really addicted to one anime. For the simple reason that the only way I can write fan fiction is if I care about the anime. When I'm addicted, I get really excited and into it for about a year. Longer if my friends are into it as well. I know everything there is to know about the anime. I have read everything, looked at all official art, and am on at least one ML. I write fan fiction. Then it fades, and I'm free to move on to the next anime.
Then I discovered Gundam Wing. I've seen the whole series. I even watched part of it on Cartoon Network (shudders at remembered voices). And it faded into the background. I was ready to move on. Only one thing held me back. I STILL WRITE FAN FICTION IN IT.
So, you say? Since GW I have not been addicted to another anime. I have passing interests in them. I can write maybe one or two fics about them. But nothing like what I went through with Fushigi Yuugi (or Evangelion or Escaflowne though I didn't write anything for those series). Where I would have idea after idea for fics. Where I would stay up until 2:00am completely something because it would not let me go. It was starting to happen with Kenshin. GW took over.
Maybe some anime will eventually take GW place. Inu-yasha is trying. I hope is succeeds. Meanwhile I sit here writing GW fic after GW fic.
Hmm... Vagrant Story. I wonder what this game is about...
Tsaiko's neat, nifty URL of the day is: Astronomy Picture of the Day
On Wednesday, July 18, 2001 at 09:01 p.m. Tsaiko was slowly going insane. This is why:
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.