Jul 282006
 

Thanks everyone for the birthday wishes yesterday posted on roadster_guy's LJ and the Rough Trade forum; it was really nice. A special thanks to flirtcub for my spiffy new LJ icon!

Besides the tickets to see Tool on 9/22, Mom ordered me a shiny new Fang Gamepad from ZBoard, brokenbryan bought me some very cool shirts and a pair of camo cargo shorts, and my in-laws sent me money which has been used to order my new black Utilikilt:

This birthday didn't bother me like 30 and 35 did. Sure, it's still on the backside of 35 and sliding toward 40, but it just seemed like any other day. I still don't look or feel my age (whatever that's supposed to feel like anyway), I'm in the best shape of my life so far, I have a wonderful husband, great friends and family, and a job that both pays well and is mostly non-stressful. So I have no reason to get all emo over a mere number.

Until 40.

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 Posted by at 12:16 pm
Jul 252006
 

Where the hell is Scosicle, Scotland?

I had some bizarre dreams yesterday morning, none of which seemed particularly relevant to anything going on in the waking world. There was a largish black and white rabbit sitting in a field, with a 1' wireless network antenna strapped to its head, looking very unhappy. Nearby was another rabbit, which was so small, still, and emaciated that when I picked it up it felt like a thick cardboard cutout of a rabbit, covered in fur. I carried it with me to a more fertile field and turned it loose to graze, where it seemed much happier and livelier.

Then I was standing at the base of a terraced hill where a double row of very nice houses was being built, including one for my mother. As I watched, an airliner crashed nosefirst into the ground at the end of the upper row, about three houses from my mom's place. Inexplicably, it didn't fall over, yet I knew that everything (and everyone) inside had pancaked. Suddenly jet fuel gushed out, and a stream of it from a crack in the wingtip shot toward me, looking like a 3D movie effect. I dodged out of the way and ran toward the hill that led up to the second row, knowing the thing was about to catch on fire. Of course it did, and I could feel the heat from 200 yards away. I knew it was going to set Mom's house on fire (along with everyone elses) and I was trying to get her out and safe before that happened. I must have intended for Mom to stay with my in-laws until she could get a new house, and the dream suddenly cut to my mother-in-law yelling, "I can't deal with this! I'm 63 years old! I have my own…" The rest was blurred out.

The dream then flashed to me leading a force which was attacking county Scosicle(?) in Scotland, Dark Age of Camelot style. The whole thing seemed to be a fully immersive virtual reality, where I was actually living in the game, but I could issue game commands mentally; sort of like a holodeck that I could control with my brain.

I and one of my soldiers had tackled the female leader, and I was demanding she surrender the zone to me. At first she refused, and I stabbed her in the neck a couple times. There was no blood but, in a sort of virtual overlay in my mind, we could both see she was taking damage. I signaled again for her surrender, this time using the mental interface, and she finally gave in, knowing she was beat. I unrolled a map like a rubber mat and the county I'd just taken was flashind red on it. The territory I held now stretched north in an unbroken line, and there was some concern about being attacked in the middle from both sides.


I didn't even eat anything out of the ordinary to trigger all this weirdness, but it sure was entertaining.

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 Posted by at 12:02 pm  Tagged with:
Jul 242006
 

Where the hell is Scosicle, Scotland?

I had some bizarre dreams this morning, none of which seemed particularly relevant to anything going on in the waking world. There was a largish black and white rabbit sitting in a field, with a 1′ wireless network antenna strapped to its head, looking very unhappy. Nearby was another rabbit, which was so small, still, and emaciated that when I picked it up it felt like a thick cardboard cutout of a rabbit, covered in fur. I carried it with me to a more fertile field and turned it loose to graze, where it seemed much happier and livelier.

Then I was standing at the base of a terraced hill where a double row of very nice houses was being built, including one for my mother. As I watched, an airliner crashed nosefirst into the ground at the end of the upper row, about three houses from my mom’s place. Inexplicably, it didn’t fall over, yet I knew that everything (and everyone) inside had pancaked. Suddenly jet fuel gushed out, and a stream of it from a crack in the wingtip shot toward me, looking like a 3D movie effect. I dodged out of the way and ran toward the hill that led up to the second row, knowing the thing was about to catch on fire. Of course it did, and I could feel the heat from 200 yards away. I knew it was going to set Mom’s house on fire (along with everyone elses) and I was trying to get her out and safe before that happened. I must have intended for Mom to stay with my in-laws until she could get a new house, and the dream suddenly cut to my mother-in-law yelling, “I can’t deal with this! I’m 63 years old! I have my own…” The rest was blurred out.

The dream then flashed to me leading a force which was attacking county Scosicle(?) in Scotland, Dark Age of Camelot style. The whole thing seemed to be a fully immersive virtual reality, where I was actually living in the game, but I could issue game commands mentally; sort of like a holodeck that I could control with my brain.

I and one of my soldiers had tackled the female leader, and I was demanding she surrender the zone to me. At first she refused, and I stabbed her in the neck a couple times. There was no blood but, in a sort of virtual overlay in my mind, we could both see she was taking damage. I signaled again for her surrender, this time using the mental interface, and she finally gave in, knowing she was beat. I unrolled a map like a rubber mat and the county I’d just taken was flashind red on it. The territory I held now stretched north in an unbroken line, and there was some concern about being attacked in the middle from both sides.


I didn’t even eat anything out of the ordinary to trigger all this weirdness, but it sure was entertaining.

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Jul 242006
 

My loving husband, who cannot keep a surprise hidden, handed me an early birthday present on Saturday: 4 tickets to see Tool at the Palace on September 22! Holy shit!

I got to see them a week after 9/11, during the Lateralis tour, but never thought I’d see them again. It’s hard to snag tickets for a band that popular, but he managed it 10 minutes after they went onsale. It was only sheer luck that he heard about it, because there’s been almost no advertising; typical of Tool.


Friday, as mentioned previously, I went to Mom’s and helped her finish painting the living room. It took a lot longer than expected (6 hours), but the place looks great. The walls are kind of a light mocha, with an even lighter shade for the ceiling. Depending on the lighting they look like the same color, and I can’t count the number of times I accidentally put ceiling color on the wall or vice versa. For 4 years now she’s had a “cabin in the woods” motif going, which was spoiled by the stark white walls. Now, countless hours of HGTV and TLC later, she’s going for the European simplicity look (read: IKEA), using the mocha color with black accents, centered around her new black Poång chair and footrest.


Afterwards I washed the paint and sweat away and settled in for some double experience point goodness in City of Heroes/Villains. This weekend from 12pm Friday to 12am Monday all ingame rewards (experience, influence/infamy, prestige) were doubled for all characters, old or new. I haven’t seen the servers that full since shortly after launch, 2 years ago. I managed to get The Recruiter two levels (29 to 31), Wire a level (46), and Elek-Trick a level (19).

Breaking up the leveling treadmill was a party on Saturday night at Kevin & Fred’s place, which was very cool. They have an incredible backyard, big enough that folks were joking about needing a rescue party to find them if they didn’t come back. The hot tub was a lot of fun, and my kilt got quite a bit of positive attention.


Sunday was entirely given over to gaming, and I didn’t leave the house at all. Hell, I didn’t even shower until 10pm. This is not a common occurrence fortunately. Even if Aaron wasn’t around to prevent that sort of chronic behavior, I couldn’t do many of those marathon sessions. I’d burn out, and my butt hurts from sitting there too long.

Jul 212006
 

You know you've been staring at EVE Online too long when you dream about it. No one who doesn't play EVE will understand this, but it sure pissed me off. Yesterday I got my Thorax crusier shot out from under me while trying to fight NPC bandits; lost the ship, all its equipment, and five brand new Instigator combat drones. I had to replace and insure it, and spent a good portion of the evening and the corporate (guild) treasury outfitting it. On the plus side, I discovered I'd had my old one badly configured, and found some advice on the forums for making it much more effective (armor tanking & blasters instead of shield tanking & railguns).

ANYway, this morning I dreamed that I had my new cruiser loaded up and was headed for some nameless 0.6 (security rating; 1.0 is safest) system to beat up some bandits or rogue drones. Suddenly I found myself in 0.0 space (completely lawless and player controlled), with a couple of unseen players taunting me about being on "their turf". Suddenly my ship was hit by a warp scrambler and a stasis webifier, and they started firing at me. I had no warp core stabilizer installed to counter the scrambler, so I couldn't warp away. The webifier cut my normal drive to 25%, so I could barely fly around. I looked around frantically for some escape, to find that there was nothing on my system scanner: no stargate to leave the system, no station to run to, not even the player ships that were tearing me apart. I was completely alone in empty space, totally helpless and being destroyed by unseen enemies.

How very Jungian.

The last thing I remember before waking up was yelling, "I just bought this damn thing!"

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And now, the Tarot card meme, the result of which seems appropriate considering what I just described.

You scored as XVI: The Tower. If badly aspected this can be the worst card of the Tarot deck. The Tower always indicates upheavel, possibly chaos, loss and destruction. Its effects are never pleasant and can be painful. The card illustrates lightning striking the Tower. The lightning cannot be avoided, the destruction it brings is inevitable. All we can do is attempt to survive and rebuild. The Tower brings sudden, severe change. When the Tower appears in a Tarot spread it represents sudden and possibly violent change, disruption or loss.

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Jul 182006
 

So far it seems pretty interesting, although I can't really dig into it while at work today. I like the interconnectivity with Flickr, although it needs some tweaking: the pictures are cropped so only the center of the pic is imported, and nowhere can I find what the pixel size limit is on using those photos as profile pics.

I'm almost afraid that this site will become so good that I'll want to jump over here from LiveJournal permanently but, since there's no cross-posting (so far) to or from LJ, I'll resist doing that. I have a bunch of friends and years worth of posts that I do not want to just abandon unless I can import them all over to Vox.

Vox people, are you reading this? :oD

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