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Jul. 20th, 2011 08:45 pmOkay, so. I have been putting together a Laguna and Raine FST for... ever, and now that it's Anything Goes month over on ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fst, I want to post it. Problem is, 1. I have no screenshots of adorable proposal scenes and 2. I'm shit at Photoshop anyway. Anyone want to help me out with a cover? I will show my gratitude with something from your Amazon wishlist, or something else appropriate.
fst, I want to post it. Problem is, 1. I have no screenshots of adorable proposal scenes and 2. I'm shit at Photoshop anyway. Anyone want to help me out with a cover? I will show my gratitude with something from your Amazon wishlist, or something else appropriate.Bad acronyms
Jul. 20th, 2011 09:29 amWe have had some hilarious acronyms come through recently in company emails that I'm sure were not intended as they are read. Or maybe they are.
For example, something called: Project SOL.
Then there was the FOD Management team.
Just today, I saw that a new site was being launched called [company]-CRS.
What's next? The FUBAR initiative?
For example, something called: Project SOL.
Then there was the FOD Management team.
Just today, I saw that a new site was being launched called [company]-CRS.
What's next? The FUBAR initiative?
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morgi's request, here is poor ol' Hiroshi the samurai doll. I stood him on my sewing table and took the photo quite hastily, so it doesn't really show his profound cant to the left. There are pins in his feet that hold him upright, and one of them is loose.
If anyone wants to give him a loving home, just say so. I'm sure he'd prefer it to being in my cellar.
I had every intention of doing fannish things tonight but I am wiped. If we have another 2:30 AM wake-up call, I'm going to cry.
morgi's request, here is poor ol' Hiroshi the samurai doll. I stood him on my sewing table and took the photo quite hastily, so it doesn't really show his profound cant to the left. There are pins in his feet that hold him upright, and one of them is loose.If anyone wants to give him a loving home, just say so. I'm sure he'd prefer it to being in my cellar.
I had every intention of doing fannish things tonight but I am wiped. If we have another 2:30 AM wake-up call, I'm going to cry.
It is astonishing how much junk one can accumulate. I have wedding gifts from eleven years ago that are in their original packaging. It is beyond time for a garage sale, so I can unburden myself of the following:
1. Cosplays. My conning days are probably over, so perhaps someone else will want to dress up like Anna Williams or Seung Mina. Or, not. My skillz in the sewing area are far from expert. The only considerations that keep me from binning all of it are 1. I spent an awful lot of time and $$$ on these and 2. my husband made some of the weapons, so he might not be too pleased to see them end up in the trash, either. I doubt anyone else is going to want to dress up as Yoshi, though.
2. Other assorted sewing stuff. Patterns. Fat quarters I am not going to use, ever, because I won't have time to quilt again until JP goes off to college.
3. Wedding gifts. I am probably never going to use that chip'n'dip set. Or a Belleek gravy boat (it doesn't match anything else.) Or a footed cake plate. Or a salad bowl. Or a Lenox holiday wine holder (??????) Or any one of about six lead crystal vases.
4. Baking and decorating items. I have approximately 1,000,000 cookie cutters. These were great when I had more time to bake and decorate cookies (like, about thirteen years ago, for about a week.) It doesn't help that my BIL used to work for Williams-Sonoma, so every holiday and birthday he would give me a big haul of WS stuff that was very very nice but ended up on the shelf. Also on my shelves are useless things like a worn-out Foreman grill (WHY do we still have this, when I have an ACTUAL GRILL in the backyard, plus a panini press) and a GranPappy deep fryer I bought when I was convinced I would make torta fritta more often. (Times I have made torta fritta since buying the fryer: 0.)
5. The Lenox Windswept crystal my mother bought me when I was sixteen. This is a lesson in why you should never consult a teenager in matters of taste. This pattern was trendy at the time, and I thought it was just faboo, and now it's embarrassing because it's so very, very eighties and ffs it's frosted. (So was my hair, at the time.) My mother thought I should start amassing my wedding crystal for some reason, and now I have four or five large boxes of flutes, wine and water glasses, and lord knows what else that I will never put on my table. Plain crystal wine glasses are fine, plus my husband and I tag-team excellently in the Dropping Things on the Floor department.
6. Stuff my grandmother left me. My father's mother had a lot of stuff, most of it of sentimental value only, and because no one else in the family wanted to be the one who threw it out, they gave it to me. Then my aunt Anne, who took a lot of that stuff, would decide she didn't want it after all (but she didn't want to throw it out either) and gave it to me as well until I told her to stop giving me Grandma's junk. Right now, among other things, I have a heavily tarnished silverplate tea service, highly unattractive crewelwork flowers in frames, and a dusty, sad-looking samurai doll (I named him Hiroshi) who looks like he's been drinking.
7.My doujishi collection WAIT NO NEVAAARRRRRRRRRR
Either way, it would be great to get rid of some of this stuff before my cellar looks even more like an episode of Hoarders. :/
1. Cosplays. My conning days are probably over, so perhaps someone else will want to dress up like Anna Williams or Seung Mina. Or, not. My skillz in the sewing area are far from expert. The only considerations that keep me from binning all of it are 1. I spent an awful lot of time and $$$ on these and 2. my husband made some of the weapons, so he might not be too pleased to see them end up in the trash, either. I doubt anyone else is going to want to dress up as Yoshi, though.
2. Other assorted sewing stuff. Patterns. Fat quarters I am not going to use, ever, because I won't have time to quilt again until JP goes off to college.
3. Wedding gifts. I am probably never going to use that chip'n'dip set. Or a Belleek gravy boat (it doesn't match anything else.) Or a footed cake plate. Or a salad bowl. Or a Lenox holiday wine holder (??????) Or any one of about six lead crystal vases.
4. Baking and decorating items. I have approximately 1,000,000 cookie cutters. These were great when I had more time to bake and decorate cookies (like, about thirteen years ago, for about a week.) It doesn't help that my BIL used to work for Williams-Sonoma, so every holiday and birthday he would give me a big haul of WS stuff that was very very nice but ended up on the shelf. Also on my shelves are useless things like a worn-out Foreman grill (WHY do we still have this, when I have an ACTUAL GRILL in the backyard, plus a panini press) and a GranPappy deep fryer I bought when I was convinced I would make torta fritta more often. (Times I have made torta fritta since buying the fryer: 0.)
5. The Lenox Windswept crystal my mother bought me when I was sixteen. This is a lesson in why you should never consult a teenager in matters of taste. This pattern was trendy at the time, and I thought it was just faboo, and now it's embarrassing because it's so very, very eighties and ffs it's frosted. (So was my hair, at the time.) My mother thought I should start amassing my wedding crystal for some reason, and now I have four or five large boxes of flutes, wine and water glasses, and lord knows what else that I will never put on my table. Plain crystal wine glasses are fine, plus my husband and I tag-team excellently in the Dropping Things on the Floor department.
6. Stuff my grandmother left me. My father's mother had a lot of stuff, most of it of sentimental value only, and because no one else in the family wanted to be the one who threw it out, they gave it to me. Then my aunt Anne, who took a lot of that stuff, would decide she didn't want it after all (but she didn't want to throw it out either) and gave it to me as well until I told her to stop giving me Grandma's junk. Right now, among other things, I have a heavily tarnished silverplate tea service, highly unattractive crewelwork flowers in frames, and a dusty, sad-looking samurai doll (I named him Hiroshi) who looks like he's been drinking.
7.
Either way, it would be great to get rid of some of this stuff before my cellar looks even more like an episode of Hoarders. :/
Last weekend, our 4-year-old 60GB PS3 decided that it didn't want to read games any more. It would play a game for a while, and then freeze up. Or, it wouldn't read games at all. Asking the almighty Internet about the problem pointed towards something unfixable for the amateur, so my husband and I bought a new slim PS3.
I thought that copying the saved games over would be an easy thing. Just plug in a memory stick, copy the games, and go, right? Wrong! Some saves would load, but then the game wouldn't let me save a new game from there; in other cases, like Gran Turismo 5, the system would flatly refuse to load data from another user. My husband was understandably distressed, as he has sunk a huge amount of time into GT5. I wasn't too happy either, because I did not want to start FFXIII over from the beginning.
Asking the almighty Internet oracle once again, I found a data transfer procedure that was supposed to move all data from one PS3 to another. Great! thought I. Easy peasy, and then we'd both have all our saves. I spent a fair amount of time plugging in cables and messing about with remote controls to get it to work, but for whatever reason, the two PS3s would not talk to one another no matter what I did.
As an aside, we have two methods of dealing with problems in our household. There is the Q method, which is preferred by my husband's family and amounts to "Do/Fix it yourself." This method has saved us quite a lot of money, because husband is very handy around the house and can do many advanced Homeowner Projects. Then there is the M method, which is preferred by my parents and boils down to "Throw money at it."
With all my Q options failing, I resorted in desperation to the M method and bought a three-month subscription to Playstation Plus, which brings 150 MB of online storage with it. Since you have to sign in to PSN to use it, I theorized that the problem of using save data that the new system interpreted as being from a different user would be circumvented. If not... well, I'd be out $17.99, and my husband would give up on Playstation gaming in disgust.
Thank the gods of pixels, it worked. Husband is downstairs right now, thrilled to death that signing into PSN before he played gave him the opportunity to purchase a GT5 Formula 1 car, and I don't have to start over from scratch in FFXIII. I don't think I can take a whole lot more of Snow as it is.
I thought that copying the saved games over would be an easy thing. Just plug in a memory stick, copy the games, and go, right? Wrong! Some saves would load, but then the game wouldn't let me save a new game from there; in other cases, like Gran Turismo 5, the system would flatly refuse to load data from another user. My husband was understandably distressed, as he has sunk a huge amount of time into GT5. I wasn't too happy either, because I did not want to start FFXIII over from the beginning.
Asking the almighty Internet oracle once again, I found a data transfer procedure that was supposed to move all data from one PS3 to another. Great! thought I. Easy peasy, and then we'd both have all our saves. I spent a fair amount of time plugging in cables and messing about with remote controls to get it to work, but for whatever reason, the two PS3s would not talk to one another no matter what I did.
As an aside, we have two methods of dealing with problems in our household. There is the Q method, which is preferred by my husband's family and amounts to "Do/Fix it yourself." This method has saved us quite a lot of money, because husband is very handy around the house and can do many advanced Homeowner Projects. Then there is the M method, which is preferred by my parents and boils down to "Throw money at it."
With all my Q options failing, I resorted in desperation to the M method and bought a three-month subscription to Playstation Plus, which brings 150 MB of online storage with it. Since you have to sign in to PSN to use it, I theorized that the problem of using save data that the new system interpreted as being from a different user would be circumvented. If not... well, I'd be out $17.99, and my husband would give up on Playstation gaming in disgust.
Thank the gods of pixels, it worked. Husband is downstairs right now, thrilled to death that signing into PSN before he played gave him the opportunity to purchase a GT5 Formula 1 car, and I don't have to start over from scratch in FFXIII. I don't think I can take a whole lot more of Snow as it is.
goodbye starships
Jul. 8th, 2011 11:41 amJust watched the last shuttle launch here at work. I can't believe that the era of the starship is already over. Losing the space program makes me unutterably sad.
Go Biscuit!
Jul. 4th, 2011 09:04 pmBiscuit, the Most Fierce of all Kitties, just chased a deer out of our yard. She is the best.
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4chan and /b/: An Analysis of Anonymity and Ephemerality in a Large Online Community
I don't know whether I envy the researchers who spent weeks categorizing /b/ posts, or whether I pity them. They must be permanently scarred.
I don't know whether I envy the researchers who spent weeks categorizing /b/ posts, or whether I pity them. They must be permanently scarred.
sick again
Jun. 20th, 2011 09:38 pmI have lots of things I could post about, but mostly I'd like to stop coughing. Thanks to all the pathogens JP has been bringing home, I have gotten sick more often in the last year than I have since high school, and this latest bug has been making me cough till I'm breathless. Tomorrow I will go to the MD to get some cough medicine, and I'm half hoping and half fearing that they'll give me codeine. Hoping for it because it works; fearing because it makes me hyper, and while it's in my system, I rattle on about nothing in particular to whoever is listening. It also keeps me up at night.
Husband is downstairs playing L. A. Noire, and shortly I'm going to curl up in bed and play something with Final Fantasy in the title. It will be so nice to get my energy back when this is over, and not from codeine.
Husband is downstairs playing L. A. Noire, and shortly I'm going to curl up in bed and play something with Final Fantasy in the title. It will be so nice to get my energy back when this is over, and not from codeine.
Coffee is important
Jun. 14th, 2011 12:06 pmMy husband and I were driving to Flemington recently when we pulled up behind a person who is no doubt a lot of fun at parties. This person had a great many slogans and stickers all over the back of his car. We enjoyed one sticker in particular, given what was surrounding it. Here is is, for your amusement.
Let's NOT go racing!
Jun. 13th, 2011 04:30 pmTwo weeks ago, I posted about how I was sorry my passport had expired and we couldn't make a last-minute trip to the Grand Prix du Canada.
Then we watched the GP on television, and we saw that it was rainy and cold, and the weather got so bad that the race was red-flagged for two hours. Between the cold weather all weekend and the rain on raceday, I would have been absolutely ripshit if I'd been there. What was supposed to be a treat would have turned into a very unpleasant weekend, and thanks to US Customs, I feel like I dodged a bullet.
So, thanks, bureaucracy, for saving my butt!
Then we watched the GP on television, and we saw that it was rainy and cold, and the weather got so bad that the race was red-flagged for two hours. Between the cold weather all weekend and the rain on raceday, I would have been absolutely ripshit if I'd been there. What was supposed to be a treat would have turned into a very unpleasant weekend, and thanks to US Customs, I feel like I dodged a bullet.
So, thanks, bureaucracy, for saving my butt!
It's beer o'clock, friends and neighbors. Time for a litchi martini.
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Race weekend
Jun. 3rd, 2011 04:04 pmFor several years, my husband and I went to the Grand Prix of Canada. Last year we didn't go for obvious reasons - I was eight months pregnant and there was no way. We didn't plan on going this year, either, but then husband asked me this morning over breakfast: "Do you want to go to the race?"
The answer was "okay, let's consider it." The race is in about nine days, and husband called up to find out that tickets in our usual grandstand are still available, and there were rooms where we usually stay, and my in-laws would watch JP.
Then I remembered that my passport is expired. There's no way I can get it renewed that fast (I checked) and a driver's license is no longer enough to get you across the Canadian border and back.
Although it seemed like a ridiculous idea this morning, now I'm kinda bummed that it won't work out. :/
The answer was "okay, let's consider it." The race is in about nine days, and husband called up to find out that tickets in our usual grandstand are still available, and there were rooms where we usually stay, and my in-laws would watch JP.
Then I remembered that my passport is expired. There's no way I can get it renewed that fast (I checked) and a driver's license is no longer enough to get you across the Canadian border and back.
Although it seemed like a ridiculous idea this morning, now I'm kinda bummed that it won't work out. :/
