Tonight will be a difficult one. Probably laced with an inability to sleep. I made up my polyphasic sleep schedule to fit with my WoW raiding as well as a real job schedule (should one fall into my lap).
If all goes well I will wake up according to schedule in 3 hours. Keep your fingers crossed for me. Cause I really want to have the will power to do this. It will mean amazing things and lots of time to do it in. If I manage to get up, I’ll go for a run and have a nice showet, hours before the rest of the world. This thrills me. For now, time for sleeping.
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The weekends are never quite long enough. I always end up feeling like I need to cram in a bunch of stuff fairly late Sunday just to feel like I accomplished something. This weekend was no exception.
Though after getting home from the boyfriend’s house, I discovered the cat decided that the entire apartment was now her new litter box (joy), that my computer’s fan sounded like a high-pitched lawnmower (uh, annoying), and my apartment smelled funny. I guess this means it’s time to take out the trash or something.
So lately I’ve been playing far too much World of Warcraft. I mean, a whole helluva lot of WoW (the acronym for World of Warcraft just in case someone who’s been living under a rock for the last 5 years stumbles across this and is curious why the hell anyone would name a video game wow). This slight obsession with playing WoW so much stems from a couple of things. It’s something I can do with out having to spend a ton of money. Considering I’ve cut back on as much as I possibly can with regard to expenses, the only “luxuries” I have are internet (which was actually a requirement for school since I had a whole lot of quizzes and tests online, as well as papers to turn in), Netflix (the cheapest possible plan I could have that included streaming movies), and WoW.
There are always other options for entertainment, sure. I could read, or knit, or crochet (and thus finish projects I’ve been thinking about, working on and have started but not finished). And man are there a number of books that I definitely want to read before I die.
But when push comes to shove, it’s WoW that seems to get the majority of my attention. That is, until, about 7-ish tonight.
I decided to clean up my room some. Put away all the clean clothes. Patch the crotchial area of my jeans and see if I can’t get at least a month and a half out of them before having to drop mad cashola for replacement jeans. Pack up all of the clothes I decided on donating… oh… months and months ago… only to end up with a giant pile of clothes sitting in the corner. I may (or may not) load up the car prior to going to work and drop it all off at Good Will tomorrow when I get home. I put the dirty laundry in the laundry basket where it belongs. I brushed the hell outta the cat (even though I was pretty upset at her for the litter situation earlier) which she love love loves! She actually sits there and delegates what area of her body to brush and de-fur. It’s very cute.
I started to clean a tiny bit of the kitchen, but that’ll have to wait for another day.
And I dyed some more yarn. This turned out “happier” than I expected with really bright colors. I was thinking something totally different than what I got. *shrug* it’s not bad, but the purple will need to be redyed to try to sort out weird dye separation color stuff. Oh well.
Oh yeah, I also turned on the gas heater, lit the pilot and got that all fired up (pun intended). The crazy thing about my wonderful wall-unit heater is that there’s some sort of gas leak that the landlord* refuses to acknowledge exists. Thankfully there’s a gas shut-off valve inside of the unit and once it hits the point where I’m no longer using it, the gas gets turned off. This saves me about $10/mo on my PG&E bill (because the pilot still burns gas!!) and keeps my apartment from smelling nasty and gross.
Well, it felt far too cold inside my apartment (with all of the windows clothes) so I checked the weather. At the time (this was about, oh 8-ish) it was 60 degrees. Which is actually really nice and pleasant. It was the low of 44 that scared me. Because a week ago we had 100 degree days and 80 degree nights. This severe shift in temperature is likely to mean that someone in this home may get sick… but not if I can help it.
So on goes the heater.
And now I’m wrapping up the night feeling slightly accomplished. I’d like one more day of weekend but I know that’s not likely. Maybe I’ll see if I can have a 3 day weekend next week (for Columbus day, which the rest of the world gets as a paid holiday, but I don’t get it as a holiday at all).
*Note: He’s not really the landlord, he’s the owner of the apartment complex (or as I like to call him, the Slumlord… which he is).Filed under daily junk | Comments (3)
Over the last few weeks (and maybe even months) I’ve been getting rather nostalgic about my blog and well, the internet in general. Being one of those people who’ve been around since dinosaurs were running computers (in large rooms with no A/C and some crazy little man cracking a whip harping about technology) I can honestly say I remember with great fondness what the internet used to be like. Before Wikipedia. Hell, even before Google (I know, when the hell was that?!). When most of us blogged on sites like LiveJournal (when you had to beg and plead with someone for an invite code), OpenDiary (which is where I made my blogging start) and when Blogger was for the elite few.
Do you remember those days? Back when we would talk about the mundane bits we did in our lives and each day we’d spend hours upon hours reading up on each other. I’ve met my Canadian twin Joanne because when I google’d or yahoo’d “vox machina” she showed up, though really I was looking for Zannah. I started reading and BOOM that was the end of that, and her interesting life became my online obsession.
There was a shift, though, in the internet. Right at the height of the Dotcom boom something changed in the way people were blogging. It became more about sharing strange and weird things found online than it was about sharing your own life. People let their personal blogs disappear and eventually fade away into non-existence because real life came along and punched them in the face. It was the same for me too. I fell victim to the same thing.
Then everyone found their niche blogs. The one thing that they blogged about all the time, every entry. And while it’s interesting and even kind of awesome to get so much information about one (or two) subjects, it became like beating a dead horse (until dead again).
And then the death of the internet came. Okay, not really, but it seemed that way to me. Mostly because before the term “dooced” (my firing happened in January 2001) became part of the blogging world, I was fired from a job because of the things I wrote about on my blog. I didn’t mention who I worked for, or co-workers names, but I was fired for the contents of my Opendiary blog anyway. But I kept blogging like a good little would-be writer does. That is, until people in your real life, start misunderstanding bits of your online writing life. I can’t possibly be the first person to slightly (or not-so-slightly) exaggerate a story or two. And I can’t possibly be the first person to maybe just a teeny bit elaborate on the personal opinions on the decisions of other’s lives. This became the focal point of real-life friends and the online disappearance came shortly after.
Fast forward quite a few years and you find yourself in the Twitter, Plurk, Facebook status, Myspace update world of online micro-blogging. In 140 characters tell me what you’re doing because most people have gotten to the point where that’s about all they can manage to read about any given person. It doesn’t actually matter that in 140 characters you can’t ever get to the meat of something. It can’t tell the whole story. It’s like one-sided chatting with the occasional response. It’s great, for the most part, and I partake in many of the micro-blogging sites (with great fervor I might add).
Where am I going with this? Okay, so on Monday (the day that made me cry on the phone with the boyfriend like someone punched my cat in the face with the big choking sobs and body shakes and inevitable exhaustion) WendyKnits, posted a link on Plurk that led me to CrazyAuntPurl (aka Laurie). In the last 3.5 days I have read nearly everything from January 2005 until April something 2006. I still have a few more years of catch up reading to do, but holy crap! This woman not only can write, but she talks about all sorts of things going on in her life.
It’s not to trivialize anyone’s life, but it’s funny to find myself wrapped up so completely in someone else’s personal online blogging life that I’m basically like a crack addict in need of a fix. Or someone who’s had a really shitty week and needed a really good distraction. Either way, it worked.
Zannah and her sister Narilka have mentioned blogging again. I’ve logged into my admin page, clicked the “new entry” link and stared at the blank page every day for the last 3 days. I’ve talked in the past about wanting to write again. Getting back to writing some more, on either domain.
But finding Laurie and reading about her life reminded me of why I enjoyed reading people’s blogs in the first place. A glimpse into another’s life through their story telling. It doesn’t matter if it’s slightly distorted, horrifically exaggerated, or completely fabricated. It was interesting. And I loved it.
So who’s with me? No more TL;DR!Filed under daily junk | Comments (2)
I wake up hoping that the day will be good and that I will enjoy it.
And every day I am thoroughly disappointed with my day.
I think I need a new job. Somewhere else to work, cause I’ve really truly had it with this place… and most of the people.Filed under daily junk | Comment (1)
It’s funny… Friday afternoon after I got off of work meant the start of my 9 day vacation. Sure that includes 2 weekends, but that’s besides the point. It was 9 days of no school, and no work… and no nothing. It was supposed to be the start of getting things done that I wanted to do not to mention, vegging to the point of ridiculous and enjoying the hell out of it.
So far, I’ve slept in until 10:30 am, this morning. Mostly I’ve been running around like crazy, meeting up with this person or that person for whatever reason. I’ve been putzing around the apartment doing little things here and there. Of course, as always, the gifts meant for others are getting done much more quickly than the items I want to make for myself. In the end, though, I hope to get one good knit project done (rather than 5 crocheted).
While the vacation hasn’t been much of a vacation, I have a feeling it’ll get there. I’ll get my few days of not having to go out, or be around other people, or just in general get to lie around. When that happens, it will have been worth it.
Grades are starting to come in… So far, I’m passing. We’ll see how the rest go.
I’ve got cookie dough cooling in the fridge and I can’t WAIT to make cookies tomorrow. 😀Filed under daily junk, it's called life! | Comments Off on Never Would Have Guessed
I’m very sad that Wordcamp San Francisco just happens to be on the only weekend this month (besides my birthday) that I already have plans… that require me to be out of town… in the other direction. *sigh*
I had been keeping tabs on it too, hoping to get to go. And I finally find out when it’s going to be, and I will inevitably be shafted and not be able to go. Maybe next year. *heavy sigh*Filed under daily junk | Comments Off on Wordcamp San francisco
It’s 7:35am. 7:35!!!
It’s 70 degrees F right now. According to weather.com.
WTH is this global warming crap? Srsly?!? It makes me want to punch people in the face… to stop driving their massive gigantic vehicles that are pollution bastards, and gas hogs. They are the reason why everyone’s making so much mo ney on gas… because far too much of the population here in California drive around those stupid trucks and SUVs.
I seriously need to get out of here. I haven’t slept in 3 days because of this heat.
BTW, our estimated high today is 103. *blinks*Filed under daily junk, it's called life! | Comments (2)
I miss this place. I miss writing here. I miss coming here to see if there are new comments. I miss it terribly, so at some point I decided I would design something new. Something Doctor Who related. But my enthusiasm for it died… as it often does anymore when it comes to doing anything web related. I mean, I spent so many years, and I mean YEARS working on stuff. Designing stuff for other people. Doing just about anything I could to make my site look “cool” and “hip” and try to draw in new readers. Or even just have a reason to write here! But that all died at some point. I just lost interest. All of the people I spent so many years reading and keeping track of, they all kept at it, and I just lost interest.
I noticed life passing me by. I needed to grab a hold of what was happening around me, and I needed to live in it.
And living is what I’ve been doing. Vicariously. Through others, but most of all, by doing.
And now I come back here, with a fresh start. A template that’s one of the many defaults. Nothing fancy. Nothing new. Something people have probably seen a thousand times, and I’m okay with that. Right now, it’s going to be about me.
I’m tired of hiding. I’m tired of “friends only” posts. I’m tired of keeping things inside. And I’m tired of this writing hiatus that I’ve been stuck in for far too many years. I need to write. It makes me feel better. And if people find what I say interesting, all the better. If people are offended, well, they don’t have to come back. I’ve never been willing to give this domain up, and it’s about time I did something with it.
For those of you who know me, and those of you who don’t. This is going to be unfiltered. There won’t be any passworded entries. If there is a time when I need to deal with spam comments (again) then I might add a captcha or something along those lines. Hopefully it won’t come to that. But it might.
Here, here is a glimpse into my world. My life. And how I live it. I hope this is my fresh start, and I hope it’s therapeutic, like it once was.Filed under daily junk | Comment (1)