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Seiber's InsaneJournal:
| Tuesday, August 26th, 2008 | |
| 6:14 pm | I need an angry icon. Five more days. Damnit, I can do this. Hurts like fuck and I know it, but I can do this, and on top of that do this without putting any more nasty slices or bleeding scalps into the picture. Can do this without throwing things or yelling or tearing things apart when I need to be putting on the calm face and looking like I'm actually mature enough to handle all this. *deep breath* ... I said "Fuck you" to my mom today, right after she got through looking through my brother's school note and seeing that once again he'd threatened to kill people over a relatively minor issue. Not helpful. Can't even say it slipped out because I'm pretty sure it was a conscious decision, although it was muffled enough by the wall that I've been denying to her that it happened. But the tension feels like it's going to pull me apart and I just want to... I can do this. Current Music: Assorted Pirates of the Caribbean mixes. |
| Monday, August 25th, 2008 | |
| 10:21 pm | Oh dear. So, on my way home from a particularly productive therapy session I stopped off at Kroger's for groceries and a bit of eel sushi, the latter of which I peacefully ate in my car while listening to "Night Watch" on tape. By the time I delicately removed the avocado from the last roll and wolfed it down, I began to find it a bit hard to breath. Apparently I ran afoul of a careless deli worker who hadn't quite managed to separate the shellfish sushi from the nonshellfish sushi. An easy enough mistake to make, but it was causing my throat to close up. If I'd been driving at the time I'd have been really fucked, but luckily I managed to duck back into the store and grab some children's allergy syrup. Managed to overdose on the stuff due to misreading the cup's label as 2 tsp rather than 4 tsp and I'm actually surprised that I managed to drive home without running into anything, but my throat's opened back up again and I'm feeling fine. Just drowsy as all hell. |
| Monday, August 18th, 2008 | |
| 3:34 pm | I am become death, destroyer of cars. So my jaw's still a bit numb right now, the Novacaine hasn't quite worn off. Tooth drilling went without incident and now I've got a bit of silver wedged into one of my teeth that'll probably be rather sore in a few hours. Driving around, however, seems to have caused me to be bad luck. Not have bad luck, be bad luck. On the way to the dentist I had a car accident occur about ten feet in front of my bumper. somebody pulled out in front of me, bashed in the car right in front of me, and went flying off to the side of the road with half its side missing. Barely head anything, just saw a spray of plastic and metal flying out of the side of the car. Other one went careening off to the other side of the road with its back bashed in. I think everyone was okay, but it looked messy. I stopped to look a bit, forgot to take a picture, and moved on to get a hole put in my mouth. Afterwards I went down to the post office and saw another car accident, although this one was over long before I got there. The car was still out on the street, its front bashed in, and there were police officers waving people around it. So I'm a bit concerned about meself. Still, I'm all right. Just hungry. Hopefully it won't happen again. EDIT OF DOOM: Well, it happened again. On my way to the supermarket I turned on the radio and heard (very plot-coincidentally) that a large, messy wreck on Pellessipi Parkway, northbound occurred just minutes previously. That's on my route home. If I'd been driving home instead of to the store, I'd have been less than ten minutes from it. Also, on my way out of the Panera parking lot I nearly backed into another car, and on my way onto the highway I saw a car over on the side of the road with its door bashed in. Mild, but still noteworthy. ...so, anyone seen the Final Destination films? Very thought-provoking. |
| Saturday, August 16th, 2008 | |
| 7:20 pm | Aaaagh I hate you game I hate you. So I got to the ending credits of Hotel Dusk:215 about five minutes ago, after no less than sixteen hours of solving amusing puzzles, having things make no sense (such as having a pencil sitting in your suitcase for half the game but never being able to actually pick it up and put it in your inventory until there came an obscure need for it) and sitting through endless dialogue. The last one is expected in such a game, mind you, but is still rather annoying to an impatient someone and without the whimsical fun and fast-paced action of Phoenix Wright. A good amount of time could be cut out of the game simply by putting in "I explained to so and so what I'd found out about this and that" instead of having to recap every single time you talk to a new person. Realistic, yes, but pointless when the player already knows this stuff. Still, I was intrigued by what was going on and by the end of Chapter Nine willing to sit through the inevitable hour of pressing the 'continue' arrow just to find out what was going on. ( Content contains spoilers for Hotel Dusk: Room 215 ) In short, no more interactive novels for Seiber. I require more action, and ideally more crack. |
| Tuesday, August 12th, 2008 | |
| 3:57 pm | Help plz. All right, it's like so. Operation "Mail big huge box of stuff to the Triadhouse so I don't have to buy it later" has hit a small snag in that it costs a fuckton of money to send, more than it's worth. I can pick up toiletries when I hit Cambridge and bar my leather jacket most of my clothes travel light, but I am still in need of bed linens, duvet, pillow(s), and bath towels, amoung other things. These will be expensive by American standards and at this point we need to pinch every penny, especially since housing is so overwhelmingly expensive and this entire matter means my parents are actually drawing against their retirement accounts Besides that, my parents are giving me a monthly allowance for food and necessaries. After June it cuts out, so if I'm staying there longer I'll be just living off my savings. And...well, I've got some money set by, but I might need some help if I'm staying a bit longer. Again, I live fairly light and can do all the washing up and chores and self-cooking if needed, but I'm rather attached to the whole eating thing. Bad habit, I know. Besides that it's mostly harrying paperwork but nothing I can't handle. My dad's still making noises about how he's not sure I can handle this and even now he's considering not sending me at all and Mom seems to be reassuring him only because she's trying desperately to reassure herself and...and I just want to go over to England where I don't have to deal with this. |
| Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 | |
| 11:04 pm | Oh, lovely. Well, finally went down to the dentist today and apparently I do have a tiny little cavity on one of my back molars. Easily enough drilled and filled, of course, but still worrying. I'm rather glad I got to it before I left. Anyway, I'm still in the Seiberfamily dinner business (no connection between these two news items, I promise) and I'm running a touch thin. Might have Dad grill up hamburgers and fetch in some corn on the cob from the fruit stand, but not sure what I'll do on vegetables. Lettuce, maybe. Mom doesn't get too happy when there's nothing green on the table. Although after that I'll have gone through meat, vegetable omelettes, soup with bread and salad, baked/grilled salmon, stir-fried vegetables over pasta, frozen pizza garnished with home toppings...this would be so much easier if I was just cooking for myself. I'm fine with eating the same things every week and if it's only me I can put on as much garlic as I please. *flips through cook book* And it's doubly hard in a kosher home when you can't put milk and meat together. I may need to get friendly with some cookbooks tomorrow. EDIT: Damnit, and I have to take care of my brother tomorrow. I'll have to miss the blood drive again. Domestic life is too damn complicated. |
| 12:26 am | "I see nossink!" I don't know what it is. Maybe it's some deep-rooted Jewish inclination to laugh at our oppressors and our misfortunes, if only to keep from crying, maybe it's just that complex plots combined with hilarity and banter tends to be my comedic weak spot. But I managed to find Hogan's Heroes on YouTube and I'm fangirling like a mad thing after a mere four episodes. Anyone capable of managing to hide a tank in a set of prison barracks is made of win, and Sergeant Schulz is adorable to the point that I want to give him hugs and apple turnovers. Ngh. *flops off to bed, to await dentistry in the tomorrow* |
| Saturday, August 2nd, 2008 | |
| 1:16 am | Why do I always post this stuff at one in the morning? Fandom: Hellboy (movieverse) Title: When the Nightmares Come. Characters/Pairings: Implied Hellboy/Liz, Abe. Rating: G Author’s Note: Fic takes place between the first and second movie and is nothing but sweet cuddly fluff. Those who have had recent dental work may want to avoid coming too close. No spoilers. ( Look, ma! New fandom! ) |
| Thursday, July 31st, 2008 | |
| 12:46 am | Proving that physical objectification truly spans all races and nations, a Jager has made Playboy. Shame it wasn't Maxim, though. Then he could have had his name on the cover! |
| Tuesday, July 29th, 2008 | |
| 8:31 pm | Your application has been approved and the student visa has been issued. Yay being governmentally acceptable! ^___^ |
| Sunday, July 27th, 2008 | |
| 2:09 am | I feel bad now. So I went and saw "Dark Knight" in IMAX tonight, finally catching up with the rest of the civilized world. ...did I miss a memo or walk into a different Batman movie or something? As pretty as some of the swooping-over-the-city scenes were, I find distinctly underwhelmed. Perhaps the constant angst and attempts at making broad statements about humanity and the nature of power managed to trick the general public into thinking this was a good movie because for some reason the non-fanperson community likes that sort of thing, because all I managed to see was a plothole-filled emofest. I mean, they spent more time focusing on the Joker's sadistic shenanigans than they did Batman, probably because Batman's raspy-voiced self is just that boring. Just blech. Shiny enough during the few times we even see Batman kicking ass and taking names, but otherwise mediocre. |
| Monday, July 21st, 2008 | |
| 11:53 pm | Oookay. It's gotten late enough that I'm starting to see long furrows and cracks down my forearm held together only by loose bits of twine stitches every time I stop looking directly at it and it's freaking me out immensely. Sleep time now. |
| Sunday, July 20th, 2008 | |
| 1:59 pm | It's not like I even have an interest in sex anyway... So in addition to other hassles, I think my parents are subtly trying to encourage me to get a romance life. My dad's been name-dropping JDate (a Jewish online dating service) for the past two weeks, despite protests that I am not interested in a nice Jewish boy, or for that matter a nice Jewish girl. In addition, my mom wants me to get the HPV vaccine before I go (or she point-blank refuses to let me leave the country, never mind that she also refuses to make arrangements for either that or a dentist's appointment because it would be a good Exercise In Responsibility) because she wants me to get it before I become sexually active, as if I'm some sort of bubble that will become invalid for the vaccine with naught but a single prick. It makes me think back to when I was trying to go to a party that I really didn't want to go to anyway and my mom repeatedly said that it was all right if I came back at one in the morning if I called first. Because she'd be all right with it. Really, I could do it if I wanted to. Never mind I've never done that and these were the sort of people I only hung out with because they were the only ones who'd hang out with me. Although I did go to JDate anyway, for the lulz. The only female seeking female in my area is...well... Wow, I'm soposed to tell you all about ro and what ro is all about in one lil box??!!? lol ok, well. And so on for another two paragraphs. I just can't see it working. |
| Friday, July 18th, 2008 | |
| 8:15 pm | And I was doing so well... Here are fics. I post these because the alternative is me ranting about my parents again and nobody wants to read about that. 1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like. 2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle. 3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering afterwards! 4. Do ten of these, then post them. ( Surprising amount of angst and internal monologue in this lot. ) |
| Thursday, July 17th, 2008 | |
| 9:53 pm | Official business first: My fingerprints have been taken for the British government and the visa paperwork's probably going to go in the mail tomorrow or Saturday. Accommodation payments will follow shortly and after that it's mostly gravy. Besides official business, I went with my dad to the Parthenon. Not the Parthenon, obviously, but a 2/3-scale replica left over from the World's Fair in Nashville. It's still fairly big, and the statue of Athena inside is life sized. For godly standards of life-sized, of course. Here's a shot of the inside of her shield, depicting a battle between the forces of Olympus and the Titans. The archaeological stuff was interesting, of course, but there was something powerful about being inside a temple with all the columns statue that big and I spent a good five minutes just staring up at her. Put a bit of something in the donation box as well, of course, and didn't feel like explaining to my dad why paying admission wasn't the same thing as making an offering. I mean, it's still technically a temple, used or not. After that we went to get my fingers scanned, complete with a little dark line across my right pinkie from the unfortunate incident in high school, and met up with my mom at the Opryland Hotel/Convention Center where she was attending some...mental health conference thingie and hawking her books. For lunch we went to the Opry Mall, the girth of which could not truly be photographed. But here are a water massage kiosk, an automated hat decorator, a blacklight golf course, a facility for making banjos, giant sewing equipment, the little train used to get around the mall, the sting ray petting tank with carousel in the foreground, some guitar things, Johann Krauss' clock collection, and an photo proving I am twelve years old. And that was all just seen walking around while we waited to get into the Aquarium Restaurant. It's the sort of place best defined by the phrase wouldn't it be awesome to have an underwater restaurant?" The entire core of the place is one big aquarium tank, with sharks and groupers and cuddly rays and all sorts of awesomeness. Even the bathrooms had an interesting feel to them, although I had to scarper once two girls came in and gave me odd looks for standing around in the ladies room with a camera. Then we went back to the Gaylord-Opryland Hotel and Mom offered to show me the atrium inside. Now let me state in advance that this place is several sideways Empire State Buildings' worth of huge, but I was expecting maybe a fountain and a small, attractive garden with a tree or two. Oh, no. Oh, hell no. I'm just going to let anyone interested scroll through from picture 30 to picture 49, because I can't really conjure up words for each photo that truly describe the massiveness and magnificence of the place. It's like one of those moments in a really well-done video game or fantasy/AU movie where you can roam around this beautiful yet alien world to your heart's content and you just ache to step into it for real. There's a little river running around the whole place with riverboat rides, and waterfalls, and these little New Orleans style houses and cafes that make it look like some friendly god plucked up a bit of Disney World, put it under glass, surrounded it with hotel rooms and balconies for its followers, and then blessed it to grow with palm trees and ferns and achingly beautiful scenery. I think it's the first place I've ever seen that literally took my breath away. One of these days I'm going to save up money so the Triad can have a cross-country roadtrip. And we're going there. |
| 12:41 am | Geekery "Abraham Sapien.....Do you hear?.....Sunken bells are tolling for thee.... Out of the caverns of Num-Yabisc, dark and terrible deep.... The ocean is calling her children home..." -- Hellboy, "Wake the Devil" I went through about five volumes of Hellboy while at the bookstore last Sunday, and I have to admit this phrase stuck with me. It's a very nice one, even if it's an omen of one's impending death foretold by a mad Russian monk and spoken by the decapitated head of a priest. Anyway, so today I go to Nashville get my biometrics done and have father-daughter bonding time with my dad while we go look at the Parthenon. *waves* |
| Wednesday, July 16th, 2008 | |
| 4:02 am | Wow, that was not a good night. Or bit of the morning. See, I've been having a lot of trouble with the third runthrough of the Ocean King's temple in Phantom Hourglass, and it's been annoying me. Besides that, I accidentally bid on two copies of Hotel Dusk instead of one and won both, and until I woke up I wasn't sure that the seller would agree to cancel the deal. Combine those and it's four restless, headaching hours of half-dream half-hallucinations about playing Phantom Hourglass (and occasionally Abe Sapien playing Phantom Hourglass) over and over again. It wasn't even the real levels, just randomly generated mental levels. I think at one point I fought Animated Grimlock as a miniboss. And now my head hurts worse than ever. |
| Sunday, July 13th, 2008 | |
| 1:41 am | My mind. She is blown. My heart. She is squee. Hellboy II. OMG. Just...OMFuckingG. My socks have been knocked off and I'm pretty sure I'm missing several toes as well. It's absolutely beautiful, for one, although that's no surprise from the guy who did Pan's Labyrinth. The first movie basically introduced the concept of the BPRD and had a lot of Hellboy and co. running around in dark underground tunnels of one form or another. This one shows the vast, vivid world lurking just beneath our own and it's the sort of place you really want to sink yourself into and explore to your heart's content. Of course, the plot of folkloric creatures getting pissed at us for taking over the world and coming back to give us a well-needed spanking is a pretty old one, and besides the graphics it's really the interplay of the protagonists that makes it awesome. Last movie there was Hellboy doing stuff, Liz being a love interest, and Abe being the geeky sidekick who sits out half the movie anyway. This time they play up the 'we're freaks but we're buddies so we stick together' aspect hugely and that really makes it a lot more interesting, and Krauss winds up fitting into the picture rather nicely. I found the romance bits far easier to tolerate, although I suppose your mileage may vary. In conclusion, go see it. Now. GO! |
| Thursday, July 10th, 2008 | |
| 12:41 pm | I think I'm going to spend my afternoon looking at slash on the internet. It just...hurts too much to work today. The Something seems to be looking in on me on account of it's brushed my head again, but other than that I just want to go curl up under my desk. Not that they ever seem to know what's going on anyway or notice that I haven't done something, but for the purposes of self I'm just going to drown my sorrows in porn. And Phantom Hourglass once I get home. ...someone want to talk to me? |
| Friday, July 4th, 2008 | |
| 10:01 pm | The giddy parts of the Fourth of July. There are fireworks. Well, more specifically there are fireworks going on all around me, but due to the inconvenient fact of treeline the only ones I can see are the ones at the marina across the cove, half-visible over the leaves. The rest are crackles and whistles and booms echoing through the hills and generally giving you the feeling that there's something awesome that you're just barely missing. My brother, of course, is generally ungrateful and also smells funny, but there's little I can do about that. I also got to drive a jetski today, which was awesome. It's like a motorcycle only in the water and going a bit slower, but once you go up past 25mph the wind really starts blowing through your hair and making you feel like you're some sort of badass (although sadly I did not take the girl riding behind me to some out of the way cove to engage in make out procedures). When I get rich, I'm gonna buy one. |
