Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Om Nom... Wait What?
So, Tetsuya and I were having a conversation earlier and don't ask me how it happened, but we wound up discussing how strange it would be if humans ate through their genitals rather than their mouths. Think about it. Can you imagine sitting on a sandwich? How about a bowl of soup? Awkward!
As a secondary thought: men would would eat considerably slower than women.
As a secondary thought: men would would eat considerably slower than women.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
I'm a Deviant
Most of my creativity is now uploaded here. So if you'd like to follow it, there you go!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Come With Me If You Want To Live
I am a very logical person. Anyone who knows me knows I react with reason first and emotions last. Friends joke that I am able to completely separate my personal feelings from myself like a Vulcan or a robot. Though the later implies more that I have no feelings which is untrue. I obviously as a person have them, I just never let them rule me.
That's not to say that I look down my nose at those who do, or anything like that. This is just how I am, for whatever reason. It's neither better nor worse than being another way in my opinion. I have a lot of compassion for people, despite not being emotional myself. I feel really bad when a friend is hurt, and I get nervous when someone is sick, or anything like that. I simply don't display it for the entire world to see.
The other day my friends were joking about how during really sad movies they will start to cry and I will just sit there as if it didn't effect me at all. I'll be interested, but not teary eyed in the least. Like a statue or something, not even a frown. One of them said, ''I'll be sitting there crying like a little girl and then Inari will just slowly turn her head and stare at me, like a terminator or something.'' and then proceeds to demonstrate.
Now this alone isn't that entertaining, but later that day we got together to watch House and in the episode...
Spoiler --->
Taub confronts Thirteen about the alleged end of her relationship with Foreman. During this he jokes about Foreman's lack of emotion and the scene played out EXACTLY like the one about myself earlier in the same day. He's like, ''This is Foreman on the happiest day of his life. *turns to look at her with a straight face*'' then he is like, ''And this is Foreman on the saddest day of his life. *turns to look at her with a straight face*''
I'll have to find the video on youtube. I'm sure someone has uploaded it by now.
That's not to say that I look down my nose at those who do, or anything like that. This is just how I am, for whatever reason. It's neither better nor worse than being another way in my opinion. I have a lot of compassion for people, despite not being emotional myself. I feel really bad when a friend is hurt, and I get nervous when someone is sick, or anything like that. I simply don't display it for the entire world to see.
The other day my friends were joking about how during really sad movies they will start to cry and I will just sit there as if it didn't effect me at all. I'll be interested, but not teary eyed in the least. Like a statue or something, not even a frown. One of them said, ''I'll be sitting there crying like a little girl and then Inari will just slowly turn her head and stare at me, like a terminator or something.'' and then proceeds to demonstrate.
Now this alone isn't that entertaining, but later that day we got together to watch House and in the episode...
Spoiler --->
Taub confronts Thirteen about the alleged end of her relationship with Foreman. During this he jokes about Foreman's lack of emotion and the scene played out EXACTLY like the one about myself earlier in the same day. He's like, ''This is Foreman on the happiest day of his life. *turns to look at her with a straight face*'' then he is like, ''And this is Foreman on the saddest day of his life. *turns to look at her with a straight face*''
I'll have to find the video on youtube. I'm sure someone has uploaded it by now.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Way To be Creepy
The other day while grocery shopping, I think I was almost abducted right from the store. I noticed some guy kept stalking me through the isles staring. Literally, in the unblinking sense. Which is pretty weird on it's own, right? So then I am headed down the cereal isle, because I love me some cereal, and I get this uneasy feeling in my stomach like, ''Turn around!'' which is odd because I'm deaf and there is no way I could have heard his approach or anything of that sort. Yet when I turned around BAM! Right on top of me, almost in my back pocket, was this man giving me the creepiest look. Something like you'd see a cat give a goldfish right before he swallows it whole.
He just gives this crooked smile and says, ''May I help you?'' his lips probably about 5 inches from my eyelashes, not kidding. I'm like, what the hell? I should be the one asking questions! I just gave him a sort of strange look and pretending not to be totally weirded out but just confused. He backed off but continued following me around the store up until check-out. He did not go so far as to stalk me into the parking lot. Thankfully.
What a strange day.
He just gives this crooked smile and says, ''May I help you?'' his lips probably about 5 inches from my eyelashes, not kidding. I'm like, what the hell? I should be the one asking questions! I just gave him a sort of strange look and pretending not to be totally weirded out but just confused. He backed off but continued following me around the store up until check-out. He did not go so far as to stalk me into the parking lot. Thankfully.
What a strange day.
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Panic!
So for the holidays my mother brought me back this obscenely expensive reversible Tanzanite-Diamond ring. It has 2 gold bands which swing out and around so that you can show either side of the ring's focal point. One side contains 2 grade A trillion cut Tanzaites (the rarest gemstone in the world) and 6 diamonds. The other side contains a cluster of 15 or so diamonds. Very sparkly. Very pretty. Worth more than my house.
It was a strange present to receive, since she usually gets me something like video games or coffee mugs, but I was very pleased with it. A gift is a gift after all. I can't stick it in a console and play with it, or drink delicious java out of it, but I can stare at it for hours like a parakeet looking into a mirror. There was only 1 problem: it was too big. My fingers are very slender, only a size 5 on the biggest. So I had to give up the ring for a week to have it sized at a local jeweler.
I hadn't taken it off since I had gotten it back with the exception of when I showered or did dishes of course. It was well made, clearly expertly crafted, so I didn't see the need to. Which is why this next part is so shocking. While modding GD, as I normally do -- no flailing or kung fu involved, I glanced down and noticed one of the Tanzanites missing! I immediately panicked. The jeweler must have loosened a facet when remolding the length of the bands. I felt like I had swallowed an apple whole, and the feeling only got worse as I realized the next day I had dinner planned with my mother and she'd be curious as to the whereabouts of my ring. I'd have to tell her I lost it. I wasn't afraid to tell her I needed a stone reset, I was afraid to tell her I needed a stone reset but didn't have it.
I felt like a little kid again. I haven't feared my mom's reaction in something like 15 years.
So the desperate search began. First I searched all around my laptop station, as that is usually where I do my modding from. It wasn't on my laptop, my laptop's minidesk, underneath the minidesk, or on the coffee table behind it all. It wasn't in my blanket, the cushions of my sofa, under any of the sofa's too-numerous pillows, or my slippers. I looked in my pockets, my bra, the sleeves of my sweater, the legs of my pants, and even my socks... nothing. I began retracing every step I took that day. I knew I had it after Tai Bo, so it had to be somewhere in my house. I just didn't know where.
My biggest fear was that maybe it had fallen into the sink and down the drain -- but remember? I always take it off to do dishes, this also ruled out the drain in the shower. I broke a nail searching the bathroom tile and cupboards. Great. I groaned. My second biggest fear was if it had fallen into a toilet. If that was the case it was pretty much lost to me. What a devastating thought. So I decided to ignore that possibility and continue searching my house.
I looked in my bed, through the sheets, pillowcases, and comforter... nothing. I looked under the bed, under my desk upstairs, all around my computer and dressers. I even looked in all of the drawers in the off chance that it somehow fell off the ring ricocheted off something and managed to slip into a drawer like some sort of ninja... nothing. I checked every nook and cranny of my stairs, under the rugs in front of the doors, in the trash can, and pretty much any other place I could have possibly been that day... nothing.I even had a friend come help in my search but not even the 2 of us could find any trace of the missing gem.
I had basically given up entirely and resigned myself to my fate when I returned downstairs. I moped over to my sofa and just as I was about to plop down in despair and cut all my nails short to match the one I'd broken something sharp was impaling the ball of my foot. Could this day get any more loathsome?! I lifted up my foot expecting to find some misplaced PC screw or something when low and behold: my Tanzanite!
Now all I have to do is break the news that it needs to be reset, but at least I have the damned stone! Words cannot express how relieved I am.
It was a strange present to receive, since she usually gets me something like video games or coffee mugs, but I was very pleased with it. A gift is a gift after all. I can't stick it in a console and play with it, or drink delicious java out of it, but I can stare at it for hours like a parakeet looking into a mirror. There was only 1 problem: it was too big. My fingers are very slender, only a size 5 on the biggest. So I had to give up the ring for a week to have it sized at a local jeweler.
I hadn't taken it off since I had gotten it back with the exception of when I showered or did dishes of course. It was well made, clearly expertly crafted, so I didn't see the need to. Which is why this next part is so shocking. While modding GD, as I normally do -- no flailing or kung fu involved, I glanced down and noticed one of the Tanzanites missing! I immediately panicked. The jeweler must have loosened a facet when remolding the length of the bands. I felt like I had swallowed an apple whole, and the feeling only got worse as I realized the next day I had dinner planned with my mother and she'd be curious as to the whereabouts of my ring. I'd have to tell her I lost it. I wasn't afraid to tell her I needed a stone reset, I was afraid to tell her I needed a stone reset but didn't have it.
I felt like a little kid again. I haven't feared my mom's reaction in something like 15 years.
So the desperate search began. First I searched all around my laptop station, as that is usually where I do my modding from. It wasn't on my laptop, my laptop's minidesk, underneath the minidesk, or on the coffee table behind it all. It wasn't in my blanket, the cushions of my sofa, under any of the sofa's too-numerous pillows, or my slippers. I looked in my pockets, my bra, the sleeves of my sweater, the legs of my pants, and even my socks... nothing. I began retracing every step I took that day. I knew I had it after Tai Bo, so it had to be somewhere in my house. I just didn't know where.
My biggest fear was that maybe it had fallen into the sink and down the drain -- but remember? I always take it off to do dishes, this also ruled out the drain in the shower. I broke a nail searching the bathroom tile and cupboards. Great. I groaned. My second biggest fear was if it had fallen into a toilet. If that was the case it was pretty much lost to me. What a devastating thought. So I decided to ignore that possibility and continue searching my house.
I looked in my bed, through the sheets, pillowcases, and comforter... nothing. I looked under the bed, under my desk upstairs, all around my computer and dressers. I even looked in all of the drawers in the off chance that it somehow fell off the ring ricocheted off something and managed to slip into a drawer like some sort of ninja... nothing. I checked every nook and cranny of my stairs, under the rugs in front of the doors, in the trash can, and pretty much any other place I could have possibly been that day... nothing.I even had a friend come help in my search but not even the 2 of us could find any trace of the missing gem.
I had basically given up entirely and resigned myself to my fate when I returned downstairs. I moped over to my sofa and just as I was about to plop down in despair and cut all my nails short to match the one I'd broken something sharp was impaling the ball of my foot. Could this day get any more loathsome?! I lifted up my foot expecting to find some misplaced PC screw or something when low and behold: my Tanzanite!
Now all I have to do is break the news that it needs to be reset, but at least I have the damned stone! Words cannot express how relieved I am.
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