Time for a real entry!

( For Realz )

So yes, a real update for the first time in months. Go me.

I don't get how I can feel like I have so little time, when I have so much of it. How does that work?

You know something is wonderful when you love it when you first discover it, then it fades and five, ten, fifteen years down the line, you love it all over again, or never stop loving in the first place. There is no order, because the amount I love each varies with every moment that passes.

Awesome things:

Coffee mugs that you can fit your fist into
Star Trek: The Next Generation
Sailor Moon (because I don't care how bad it is, watching it still makes my chest tight)
Art supplies - paintbrushes and colored pencils and pallates with mixed paint on them
X-Men: The Animated Series from the mid 90's
Harry Potter, and all it entails
Bad Sci-Fi channel movies for making fun of
Alton Brown, and Good Eats
Bags of colored dice
Final Fantasies 6, 7, 8, and 10
Chrono Trigger
William Shatner
Leather-bound books
80's music
Kitchenaid Stand Mixer
A, A, Up, B, B, Down, A, B, Start; but before the title screen comes up.
Standing in 90 degree weather, and still being able to see snow on the mountains
Body-surfing
CLAMP
That perfect dish at your favorite restaurant
Strawberry stands on the side of the road
Mario, Samus, Link, & Sonic
Riding a bike
John Cleese
Warcraft
The first cold day you put on your long coat
Long showers until the hot water runs out
The Muppet Show
Batman
Reading Rainbow
Finally seeing how all the pieces fit
Romantic love, Passionate love, and Platonic love, and how all of them are good

Cursing for the most part really does not bother me. I think people ought to cut down on it, because quite frankly, "fucking" is a poor way to describe things.

For someone who usually doesn't mind foul language, is it hypocritical of me to be offended when certain words aren't bleeped on TV? They'll bleep the Ass in Asshole (like we don't know what ***hole actually is), they'll bleep the God in Goddammit (which I get, but dude, just bleep the whole word if you're going to bleep it), they'll SOMETIMES bleep the word Shit, which totally baffles me as to why it's okay sometimes, but not others, but they don't bleep Bitch?

If I had to choose which words I would bleep out, after Fuck, Bitch would be at the top of the list. Bitch is derogatory in ways the other words are not, in my opinion. If someone called me an asshole, I would either laugh at them, or be mildly butt-hurt. But if someone were to call me a bitch, I'd be furious. When did this word become okay for the general populace? Does no one else think this is ridiculous and at least slightly offensive?

If they're going to bleep cursing, they seriously need to do it all. So... yeah.

That's enough ranting for now.

Current Mood: cranky

What has happened to people?

Why does the annonymity of the internet make people think that they have an excuse for otherwise inexcusable behaviour?

And of course my mind immediate goes back to Penny Arcade of years past: http://www.penny-arcade.com/comic/2004/3/19/

I am full of impotent rage.

Mom, stop making life needlessly difficult; don't fucking play the guilt card with me, it makes me want to be around you LESS. Stop hounding me. I mean it. I was this close to snapping on you and shouting at you for the first time in many, many years. If you do that again, I will have no choice but to stand up for myself. I know you will hold a grudge against me for it. I know you will hold a grudge against Alexander for my actions. So if you stop chasing me, we can have a nice Sunday afternoon and dinner on a regular basis. If you make it a point to make me not want to talk to you, then by God I will NOT. I am a grown woman. I appreciate when you help me, I even like to be around you sometimes when you're not actively pushing shit on me. So knock it off, please.

Dad, I'm sorry that I can't spend more time with you without Mom making me want to cut and run.

I do not like feeling like I cannot do anything.

I do not like that I either have to borrow Mom-in-Law's vehicle or ASK ALEXANDER to drive me.

I do not like that in order to drive the loaner car I MUST have a CA driver's licence.

I do not like that I can't get my CA driver's license because I can't pass the vision test.

I do not like that my glasses broke over a year ago, and were no longer the correct prescription anyway.

I do not like feeling like I'm trapped in the house when I want to go out, even if it's just to get groceries.

I do not like that I can't get any time alone with my thoughts, even if it's just at the store getting groceries.

I do not like that even when in the house, I cannot do the things I want to do without being given a hard time about it.

Current Mood: cranky

Job hunting is no fun. Bright side is that I've managed to transfer my unemployment from Hawaii to California. Is it bad that I'm avoiding jobs that involve excessive phone and reception skills? 'Cause that's what I'm doing. Why? Because I never used to have temper issues or stress myself to tears before I had to do a lot of social-related work. I don't like people. They make me nervous. Just let me do some data entry and a handful of people to interact with. Strangers kept to a minimum, please.

*nerves*

Well, Alexander and I have survived the move back to California, and are living with his mother in one of the empty rooms. Keeva has become rather taken with Tootsie, though the same cannot be said of the reverse; Toots is old at 13 years, and having a rambunctious puppy vying for her attention is not her idea of a good time. She's snapped at Keeva a few times, which has been rather unpleasant.

Initial Familial obligatitory visitation has been completed, won't be long before phase two begins, but until then we have a little bit of time to recoup and get some things unpacked. Like the computers!

Want to play WoooooooooooW........ ARGH.

Well, the time of Maui is at an end. Today we pack the computers, so I will be unable to read anything until the move is over. I'll miss Maui, for certain, but it's time to go. We return back to California, the land of road trips and seasons other than perpetual spring/summer, to family, with all the good and bad that comes along with it, and to, well... home. We won't be there forever, but for the time being, that's where we need to be. I hope I'll have a chance to come see a lot of you that I haven't seen in so very long. If you don't have my number, that's ok, you can say something here, or fire me off an email - I won't be back in Cali until the end of the week. Then family visitations, the procurement of a vehicle, and we'll go from there.

Much love,
Jupe

Isn't it strange how some things that are such a small part of your life can impact you so strongly? I just have short little snippets in my head, riding with my dad in his old pickup when I was still just a grade-school brat, listening to talk radio. It was all so boring that I tuned it all out, except for The Rest of the Story, by Paul Harvey. The way he said it was alway enough to snap me out of my daze, and I'd listen up, because who doesn't love a well-told story? When I got my own car, if I flipped through the stations and caught his voice over the airwaves, that's where the dial stayed. I got to where I'd listen to the News and Commentary, just because I loved the sound of his voice. Even here in Hawaii, if I somehow stumbled onto it, I would cheer and turn the AC off and the radio up, so I could hear better. I even remember that feeling of disappointment whenever I tuned in just in time for the end. I remember when one day I tuned in, and was shocked to hear him choking on his words. I never knew what happened, my husband and I assumed that he was just getting old. Turns out he had damaged his vocal cords, but continued to broadcast. Of course, I learned this today, when his name was on a news article.

It was never something I thought twice about once it was over. Just an odd, pleasant part of my life.

My throat still feels tight, though it's been quite some time since I read the news.

ABC News: Radio Legend Paul Harvey Dies

Rest in Peace, sir.

Current Mood: melancholy

( Cut for possible gag-inducement )

( Semi-personal )

My icon is oddly fitting.

Current Mood: hungry

Last night alexander finally got to see what those tickets in his stocking were for. The Shanghai Circus is basically a troupe of Chinese acrobats who are on tour here in the U.S. Suffice it to say, they were spectacular. I would try to explain some of what we saw, or find pictures, but the fact is that unless you're seeing it face-to-face in real life, it's hard to be impressed. Let's just say these guys had amazing balance. Very happy we got those tickets. =D

Zoi is finally 80. Time to get her Raid-ready. Boo-fecking-yah.

So, after about a month of meaning to, I have had my hair cut. Was down to my waist, now it's to my chin in front, and to the base of my neck in the back - first cut since my 21'st birthday. Yes, that includes trims.

I forgot how curly my hair gets! I'm so used to it being straight, and now it's so wavy, I kinda have like a poof, but in a good way. You'd be surprised at how helpful some hairdressers are, particularly the one at the Supercuts I went to. Gave me pointers on what products to use, but didn't try to push any products on me, except for the quick little pitch they're required to do. Ah, corporations.



And no, in case it wasn't totally and utterly obvious, that's not me. That's just the most similar image I could find to the new do. =O

That sense of relief? Yeah, it's finally here. How wierd is this: it came as I was rushing through Costco trying to find my hubby, with "Girls Against the World" playing on my phone. Mm, feel much better now.

I was fired today.

Not necessarily on bad terms. Just fired. They need someone to do what I can't, and they could see me going to pieces over it all. About a week ago I talked with my manager about how overwhelmed I was feeling, and I've been behind for a while. And I think they decided it would be cheaper to hire someone who actually has real training in these things than keep me and someone else to assist. I think they're going to see there's a lot more to do than they thought at first glance.

So, filing unemployment first, then making a resume, the craigslist, and then the newspaper. Hopefully something simple. I wanna be away from numbers for a while. Funny, the weight of the job hasn't passed yet. I'm waiting for that sudden lack of responsibility to hit me, but it hasn't yet.

On the bright side, my severance package is that they're letting me keep the company car. Beater though it may be, it's better than no vehicle at all.

I probably should wait for Alexander to get off work before I tell him.


Hm.

Current Mood: blank

Gonna clean some house on my LJ info. Silly to list things as interests that I have lost interest in, and lots of interests now that aren't there, etc. I haven't maintained a web site in over 5 years, so why do I link it? Half my memories are inaccessable due to not being friended to people anymore, and others are really not worth remembering. Seriously considering upgrading my account, 'cause now that I'm using it again, I miss having more than a handful of icons to work with. Gonna do some friends-cuts, too, since I don't necessarily read what a lot of people post. And there are a lot of others that I don't know if you're even still THERE, so if you are there and I just don't know it, and you don't want to be trimmed, now's your chance to prevent that! I may also be adding a ton of new people.

And in case anyone wants to know:
Yes, my email address is still my username at hotmail
I still read up on my flist at least 4 days a week, if not more.
Brief hiatus from Warcraft, but I can be found on server Quel'dorei, Horde-side, my priest's name is Zoisite. I heal shit like whoa.

You're welcome to post on any entry, even if what you have to say is unrelated.

Also, I still love this icon, even though I haven't had a mac in years. I love you, Mac. I miss your t00by graphic designing fun.

( So it turns out I'm the worst person in the world. )

Current Mood: morose

Good lord, I must be five.

Forget (un)discovering your destiny and saving the kingdom, Capell. Mario has one less racer to compete against in the grand prix. Chrono, Magus and the gang have a time machine, I'm in no hurry. The continent of Northrend remains half-explored; the Lich King will wait.

I have crops to grow, bitches!


Harvest Moon:Tree of Tranquility is painfully addictive. I sat down to snag a little game time, next thing I know, six hours have passed, hubby needs a ride home from work. Holy crap, Jupe. 'Let's Grow Have Fun!' I can has bulb & tuber expansion pack, plz?

After a talk with the manager, I suddenly feel a lot better about work as a whole. So... not going to be resigning just yet. Most of my hair will remain on my head, and not in clumps on the floor. Rethinking the need for psychiatric appraisal. Still have a shit-ton of stuff to do, but I feel less overwhelmed now. Redoubling my efforts once again. *deep breath*

I vow that by January 1st, 20122009, I shall be able to see the top of my desk.

Current Mood: working

Since I have yet to make note of it, I shall now. Just like last year, I made out like a bandit. Consider the following:

( Epic Lootz )

Current Mood: cheerful

Math:

1 x 2 = <3

equivalent variations:

2 x 1 = <3

1x2x1 = <3

Best equations ever.

Dear Sweet Merciful Gods,

Please no. No no no. NO.

Don't TOUCH it. Leave it be. For the love of all things good, NO.

What I'm freaking out about.

The horror.


Oh, and Keanu, honey? You don't look a THING like him. You want someone who looks like him, cast my friend's brother Jack. Because he has the hair, the height, and the build for it. You, Keanu, have one of the three. Oh, and no acting talent, Mr Eye-Kno-Kung-Fuu. Also, there should never ever ever be a live-action of this, you will destroy it.

Owner of the company leaves the main office, comes all the way back into my office, and dumps stuff into my trash can. The one that's half-way covered by my desk. The one that is purposely not being filled with trash because we're all out of trash bags. Even though there is a perfectly good one (with a bag in it!) in the main office, which he was just in.

WTF??

Wow, is anyone else getting redirected from their LJ to advertisements?

Dear Guys Who Run LJ,

I know I have a plus account, but this kind of crap is uncalled for. You have banners all over the place, you have lots of paying users, myself previously one until my journal fell to disuse. Pop-ups, while annoying, are usually filtered for me. You could have gone that route, and while I'd have pouted, I wouldn't have been annoyed enough to actually have to VENT about it. However, redirecting my friends page to a big effing advertisement for a Free* Wal-Mart Gift Card!!! (several times in a single sitting!) is ridiculous, and outright offensive to me. Don't make me hate you guys. I don't wanna hate you guys. I've advocated you for so long.

Much annoyance,
~ Jupe


( Personal issues )

Current Mood: concerned

Home alone with a headache and a thousand things that I should want to do, but don't really. =/

Tree is up, but can't decorate it without Alexander. Of all the games at my disposal, none appeal. Overload, I think. I already did my fair amount of housework, thx. Need to write 100 words, hopefully more, but meh on ideas. WoW has vague appeal; but I promised not to level my main without Alexander. Napping feels like a waste of an evening, even though I'm tired now. TV also feels like a waste.

MEH.

Okay, gameplan:

Drabble, or 100+ words on a WIP.
Tidy up a little more.
Spike myself a little nog.
Fic hunting, or WoW.

What the hell?? Why does my living room smell like shit?? Literally, it smells like someone took a hugh freaking dump. I wanna blame the dog, but she was crated, and there's nothing in her crate. it's not coming from the kitchen, and it's not coming from outside. Smells gawd-awful, puts me in a foul mood. (pun!)

So yeah, now to check behind the furniture for either a small rotting corpse or a hidden puppy present. Joy.


I said I would post. I never said you'd wanna read it. >O

Current Mood: pissed off

Proud of myself so far. Since my semi-resolution to write more, (more accurately, to write at least 100 words of Something (read: Fiction or something that can sort of pass as such) 6 days a week) I have actually managed to keep it up! 989 words posted, plus a 1500+ one that I will post when it's either enough to stand alone in the event I don't finish the idea, or I've completed the whole idea.

So yeah, around 2500 words in less than five days is a happy trend for me. Wonder if I can keep it up.

Edit: In case you were wondering just where the writing WENT, I finally went through with making a writing journal. *flagwave*

Edit2: No, I won't say. Shh.

Current Mood: amused

So I've been distracted from WoW, wonder of wonders. Why? Let me list the reasons:


Mario Kart Wii
Super Mario Bros. DS
Infinite Undiscovery
Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
Eternal Poison


Also, WoW is better played with Alexander, and with us working opposing shifts... meh. But yay other games!!

Go me, I've gotten myself a posting client again for the first time in several years (read: before I moved out from my parents). SO much easier to post what/where/when I want, without browser issues. I forgot that this was the client I liked, I'd been trying to make use of the LochJournal client, and kept not liking it and deleting it, only to repeat the mistake again a year later. Finally tried Semagic again, and I'm so glad I did - this was my original client: single-window, word-processing style simplicity. It even has its own word-counter, which pleases me greatly, since my actual word processors don't. So here's to posting more, even if the only one who cares to read it is me! Yes, I intend on making a lot of retarded posts, because after all, if I don't, how will anyone know I'm alive? =P

Current Mood: good

( Drabble )

Current Mood: content

Thanksgiving was decent, save for a mild breakdown on my part. My desire to not have to deal with any of the stress of cooking for Thanksgiving (read: laziness) was outweighed by Alexander’s desire for us to finally celebrate it, seeing as how he actually got the day off for the first time in several years.

Alexander made the turkey over veggies, which was lovely, and quite a bit of work, as well as his World Famous Rum-Ham (read: regular ham caramelized in spiced rum and sugar OM NOM NOM).

I made the dinner rolls (Pillsbury!), the stuffing (Stovetop!), the pumpkin pie (Libby’s!), and the mashed potatoes (Potatoes!). One day I will learn not to snack on the food while making it – I wasn’t even able to clean my plate.

Needless to say, we have lots of leftovers. For the first time, I am looking forward to them.

WoW-related: Haven't been on in a few days. Yes, I've baffled me too. The guild is probably worried that I might be dead. Maybe will be on this weekend. Who knows? I finally fished up Mr. Pinchy, which totally rocks, except I've used two of my wishes, so I've only got one left... if I don't get the Magical Crawdad box, I shall /weep, then go back to fishing Outland for a few more MONTHS for another one. Also, I'm THIS close to getting Loremaster of Kalimdor. How close is THIS? Psh, like I'd tell you.

....WTB a week off work, PST with price.

Current Mood: working

I have come to realize that I have/am withdrawing from people I call my friends. To those of you who are getting the cold shoulder, it's nothing personal.... but right now I'm under too much pressure with not knowing how things are going to work out.

Talking with friends shouldn't feel so exhausting, but it's gotten to that point somehow. I don't call my family, I rarely return calls to friends and co-workers... hell, only way any of my friends can even get a hold of me is through WoW, and even that feels taxing. I'm not trying to ignore anyone, but I can *feel* myself getting more and more tightly wound, and I can't make it stop. I think it's a defense mechanism or something. I don't know.

Sorry if you're one of those I'm pushing away. It's temporary, I'm sure. I just can't deal with stuff right now.

Current Mood: anxious

Dood, Jupe, you seriously need to post here more.

Fast update on life: Office has moved to a new place; construction is still underway. PLEASE get the AC fixed, guys! Will be spending less time anywhere besides work for a while, since with the economy as it is, tourism has plummeted. And local tourism-based economies like Maui's are being hit hardest. Our competitors are dying off one by one. This would be a good thing, save that what it really means is there are not enough tourists to go around; if all the tourists in the harbor were on one boat, that boat still would not be full... and that's seriously bad news.

By the time Whale Watch season comes around, it may be too late. We're sinking fast, and only a miracle will save Maui now. Our company was among the strongest of our industry... only Pacific Whale Foundation is stronger, and that's because they're "non-profit" (insert my scorn at PWF here, since they have hit and killed more whales with their boats than anyone else; their good reputation is ill-deserved, IMO).

HILO HATTIE has filed for bankruptcy. If you've been to Hawaii, you know Hilo Hattie. This is a sign of the times. I am... anxious.

Dear Gods of the Tourism Industry, bless our island with lots of people who REALLY want to book Dinner Cruises and Snorkel trips and Cocktail Cruises, and have no qualms with paying full price, so our employees can have paychecks at the end of the week, so we can pay rent. Amen.

Current Mood: anxious

See, I can be two things at once!

Just another quick bump to show everyone I'm not dead, and despite what my family seems to think, that Alexander has not buried me in a landfill or dumped me into the depths of the sea. He has thrown me into the water though, and I think that's what counts as far as they're concerned.

I need to take typing courses. I make far too many mistakes, considering how good I used to be.

New things in life: Company is floundering, because after all, when your business is 85% tourists, and the tourism industry takes a huge fecking dive, you can't expect much less. Am I a bad person for hoping that similar businesses go out of business just so we can have their share of the pie? I don't want my company to go under. I like my job... most of the time.

So what do I want to do then? Play Warcraft and burn through as much content as humanly possible before the expansion comes out, you say? My my, what a keen hypothesis! However, it is morning. Coffee first. Maybe.

Current Mood: hungry

Sweet Jeebus, the unthinkable has happened: My best friend from childhood, who disappeared when I was in middle school, has magically reappeared! Much correspondence ensues.

Also, gotta post here more. =O

Well, Alexander is gone back for his friend's wedding.... so I'm going to be alone for the next week. Dunno how I'm gonna handle it.

Oh, and to make matters just peachy, The car has given up the ghost. =/

Considering opening up a writing journal, just to collect the things I've got scattered across the net. I think some of my stuff only exists on my old Geocities account, which hasn't been touched in several years, and more on Fanfiction.net, of all places.

And then I can put my incomplete dumb drabbles in there, and not have to be all self-conscious about flooding the Flists of people who'll look at it and go, WTF is this?

Of course, this may require more effort that I am willing to put forth. Do I get an LJ client to post into the new account, or do I play the stupid "log out of one, into another, and back" game? And if I don't write anything, that'd just be a waste of time, yes? Yes.

Nevertheless, contemplating.

Something completely unrelated to WoW:

Have found that I have something of a desire to write things - or to be more accurate, to read the things that pop into my head. The flaw with this being that I generally do not enjoy my own writing style. If I could explain to someone what I see in my head, and have them write for me, I totally would. I feel like everything that I get down is cold and clinical. Where is the emotion? The descriptive decadence? The ability to describe something better than "The cat was brown, it's eyes were gold. It liked mice." Sometimes I even look back on my old writings and wonder how I wrote it in the first place. They don't even seem familiar to me.

And of course, the most frustrating part being that my writing muse comes only when I am at work, driving me to distraction. Damn you, muse!

People have said before that you only improve through practice. Being a bit of a perfectionist, I feel like it isn't presentable right off, then it's just not worth it. A lot of my writing has been destroyed because of that.

On the bright side, I never use spell-check, and my writing still contains 99.5% of the words that I intended to write. Go me. (And yes, I'm counting my 'teh' and 'ZOMG' and other such net-speak/wow-speak as correct. Because it is as I intended.) =P



I miss my old icons... I'm *this* close to spending money I don't have to get them back and lose the ads again. I'd also like to replace a few, but I've yet to find the perfect icons, and I have no image editing software, because I am lazy.

I also just realized that I wasted my 1000th post on Rifftrax, which, while amusing, aren't really of any interest or importance. For months I had wanted to do something special. I realize this 3 months after the fact... /FAIL, Jupe. /Fail.

Current Mood: thoughtful

I really, REALLY need to start writing in here, not like anyone is interested in my nonsensical tidbits. Even so, every now and then, I look here and go "Holy crap, it's been THAT long??"

If anyone remembers the Nocturne_Alley LJ Role-play, for the 4 year anniversary of the end of the game, a member of Nraged posted their text archive for 2002, with more coming at some point. it's a nice kick in the nostalgia. One of my favorite things: http://just-harry.livejournal.com/11278.html If you're a dork, you'll love it as much as I do. =D

Hmm... been WoWing, been working, actually went to the beach twice this weekend. Also got Nightbane down. Such a landmark! If you know what I'm talking about, congrats, if not, s'okay. It means you have a life.

This is quite possibly the dumbest thing I ever did, but on Episode 3 of Fullmetal Alchemist, there's a quick shot of the Elric's first Alchemy book, with a simple transmutation circle on it. I saw NPC in the text, and paused it to see what it actually said:

... The pages are thick and durable, the size is very good and text density is exceptional. Artwork is good throughout, and all in full color. Border art is very attractive and also includes section headers for easy navigation, dozens of interesting NPC's (with however only race, class, and sex as stats), a beautiful full color rendition/map...

So....

...

It's like a description of a D&D guidebook! WTF?

Current Mood: amused

The Matrix: Reloaded

"Like a previously worn diaper, The Matrix has been Reloaded! All your favorite characters are back wearing all your favorite unlaundered fetish costumes! See Trinity leap - A LOT! See Morpheus fold his hands and talk - a lot A LOT! Thrill as the Oracle and Neo have long drawn-out conversations to the effect of, "Yea, but if you know that what you know is unknowable, how can you know that what you don't know isn't unknowable, too, you know?" And this without them having consumed half a pan of magic brownies while sitting in front of an Alf marathon!

But more than anything else, Matrix Reloaded is loaded and loaded again (see diaper reference, above) with NIST Certified Assloads of Agent Smith! Hugo Weaving brings his mouthful of Busey-esque, Chicklet-y teeth to this Neo-punching, "Mr. Anderson"-saying role."



Just discovered a delightful site: Rifftrax.com. If you like MST3K, it'll be right up your alley. And so I steal text from their site. =D They make fun of movies! Yay!

Current Mood: amused

Shortly after arriving at work today, I got a call from Alexander. Apparently Sophie, his mother's aging tiny ragdoll dog stopped eating. This isn't all that unusual; but was usually remedied with a meal of eggs mixed with rice. If that tactic no longer works, she really will not eat. Apparently she has also been throwing up a lot; a foamy liquid, since there's no food to expel.

His mom took Soph to the vet this morning. She'd been at the vet's for a few hours already, and they hadn't told her anything; what's wrong, or if they even know what it is. Quite some time has passed since then and now. I keep telling myself that no news is good news, that we'd get a call if Soph had to be put down. But wouldn't we get a call if she was alright, too? Or did we lose her, and his mom is too busy grieving to let us know what's happened?

I'm getting really upset thinking about this. Sophie was so cute in her ratty, scared-of-everything kind of way. She loved sitting in my lap; loved being cuddled; would paw at my leg constantly so I'd pick her up. She even loved her little dog-clothes, because they were warm, and being a tiny little stick-dog she was always cold. I know she's old, (gosh, she'd be at least 15 years old now, if not older) but she's one of those kinds of people that you just never think will die.

I need to put this out of my mind. No sense in grieving yet.


~ ~ Update 3/13/08: Apparently Sophie's liver is failing. They performed surgery on her, and want to give her a few days to see if she recovers. If not, they're going to put her down.

Current Mood: melancholy

In a concentrated effort to post more regularly, I must make a short entry about last night.

Alexander took me to dinner at Buzz's Wharf, which is a landmark restaurant here. It's like a summer lodge that was made into a restuarant. We had received an $80 gift certificate from my work for Christmas, so we decided not to let expense determine what we ordered. I had Chicken Marsala, he had Filet Mignon & Prawns; we had a bottle of Cambria, and Tiramisu and Chocolate Mousse for dessert. I now know that Buzz's reputation is well deserved.

I think the best thing is that we actually sat down and talked to each other. I mean, sure we talk all the time, but it's so nice to find that even though we've been together for five years, there are still things we can learn about each other just through conversation. It was a fantastic night.


We also discovered that young miss Keeva is a little too attached to us. When we put her in her crate so we could leave, the moment we stepped out the door she threw a fit. I mean, all doors and windows shut, she made sounds that just shouldn't come from a puppy. It sounded like she was being beaten, and I had to go back in and scold her four times before she was quiet. Even then, it was partially because I tricked her into thinking that maybe we were still inside. Poor little thing. We're gonna have to find a way to deal with that, though. I can definitely see the neighbors calling the cops about it.

Current Mood: chipper

Silly thing for me to get annoyed with, but I can't stand it when people refuse to learn/speak the national language. I get so upset people think I'm racist, but when you live in a place where you get visitors from around the world, and they have the decency to learn key phrases or hire a translator, and yet the local people don't bother to do the same, it infuriates me. And then when one of these people tries to talk to me in Filipino or Spanish, and they receive that "deer-in-the-headlights" look from me, they get angry that I don't know what they're saying.

It's funny, because I'm all for preserving culture and speaking one's native tongue, but I don't think it should be at the expense of being able to communicate with the general populace, and especially the people you work with. People tell me I should put forth the effort to learn their language so I can understand them, and while I do intend to be multi-lingual someday, I just doesn't seem right that they tell ME to adapt, when they're the ones living and working in a place where they don't even try to learn the national language. It's like if I were to move to China, and get pissed that no one would learn English for me: It's just in bad taste.

And the thing that really gets me, is that I'm not talking about the Native Hawaiians. Funny, since this is their land, I wouldn't care if they couldn't speak English; and yet I've only met a handful of Hawaiians who couldn't speak it. No, they are all somewhat bi-lingual, with that Wakka from FFX accent, and mix the two languages in a lovely way. When they speak in Hawaiian to each other, it's all good; their prerogative. But I hate when the Filipinos give me dirty looks because I went into their trinket shop and didn't know what they said to me. Or when the illegal Mexican employees of this or that establishment don't even bother to learn even the basics, so they can communicate with their coworkers. Hate when they just nod their head at whatever you say to them, even if it's blatantly not true. "Yes" and "no" are both appropriate answers to when you point at a rack of dishes and ask "Clean?" *Stare at you for a moment and then ignore you* is NOT an appropriate answer. Guess what guys? If your job is to clean dishes at a restaurant, you should damn well know the word "CLEAN."

Gaaah!!!

And the worst part is I know that this place isn't the only place with this problem. It's all over California, and scattered throughout a lot of other places as well. And it *is* a problem, no matter what other people might say.

*sigh* I seriously need to calm down. Again.

Current Mood: aggravated

Since I haven't posted here in forever, and this is gonna be short, I'll sum it up with the following:

My first Karazhan run took every night for a full week, and we never finished.

Keeva is getting so big so fast, she's nearly doubled in size, and she's only 3.5 months old!

Alexander's hand is healing; no more cast, but we still have to be careful.

I'm redoubling my efforts at work, cause there's too much to do and not enough time.


So... yeah. Still around, still looking at LJ regularly, just too lazy to post anything. My writing muse only hits while I'm driving. O_o

About a week ago, my office began to smell terribly rank. We all agreed that there was probably a dead rat in one of the traps. Of course, it had to be a trap in *my* office, the only one that usually smells decent. I left a bit early that day. Next day the rat was gone, so yay.

The other day my boss's daughter, who often does her homework at the other desk in my office, walked in and announced "Man, it stinks in here today!" followed by comments such as "It smells like old dog food!" and "Did another rat die in here?" I was so put off by this that I chose not to inform her that no, what she's smelling is my breakfast, the fried potatoes that I'd made that morning, and just because she hates garlic doesn't mean it smells bad. *huff*

The next day I was playing Rockapella in my office, and as we spoke about them, she asked, "If they're so good, how come I've never heard of them?" This coming from a girl who thinks that rappers have "talent" because they can rhyme (even though she's not allowed to listen to rap), and thinks Hannah Montana is the pinnacle of musical achievement. Never before have I been so disappointed in today's youth.

Yesterday my no-nonsense boss walked through the door and announced, "My butt is so itchy!" And then realized not only did she say it out loud, but that everyone in the office heard her.

Current Mood: cynical

Love this icon too much. Blame Mario.

So I can't get any pictures up, because our camera has suddenly decided that no battery has any juice, even when they're brand new. *sigh* Not sure what to do about this little problem. Will fix later.

Keeva is a puppy, just so ya'll know. And she's the cutest damn thing I've ever seen. When she's not trying to bite me, that is. =D


And now off to work!

Current Mood: contemplative

I discovered that the reason no one was posting anything was that I'd somehow been logged out of LJ.com. I never realized how many of my friends did Friends Only posts! Now I have a week's worth of back-log to catching up to do. Delight!

As of Sunday, we also have a new addition to our little family. Her name is Keeva, and pictures shall be forthcoming, once we replace our camera batteries. She is very photogenic. =D

Current Mood: chipper