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Jun. 24th, 2005 @ 08:42 pm Your mail has been forwarded.
Current Mood: happyhappy
Current Music: My Backpack's Got Jets. I'm Boba the Fett.
My new digs.
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misato
Sep. 15th, 2004 @ 06:25 pm No experience necessary
Current Mood: surprisedsurprised
Current Music: Evanescence - Bring Me to Life
The Adventures of Clueless Wonder Dude

It's amazing to see what can be accomplished in spite of not knowing what the hell you're doing.

Personally I subscribe to the hands-on school of learning, which is basically - 1) give the rundown, 2) step back and 3) let me give it a shot. I've learned, albeit the hard way, this style doesn't work for as many people as I'd hoped.

But I digress. Inexperienced people still manage to accomplish astounding things. This is why I refused to let xbf help himself to my computer. He had this nasty habit of fucking things up and having no damn clue as to how he did so. That second part made it extremely difficult to remedy whatever it was he fucked up. Considering it was MY computer, you understand my frustration. So I made him get his own to fuck up all he wanted.

I am solidly convinced that stupidity is a dangerous thing. It's a serious liability. It is a lack of awareness and/or knowledge that affects all aspects of life and society, and has the immeasurable potential to fuck up everybody else, i.e., the SMART people.

I foresee the need for genetic engineering to be federally mandated to combat the incomprehensible surge of idiocy in the world. After all, it's not a good sign when you have to pass laws to tell people they can't sue and/or blame fast-food establishments for an individual's inability to make responsible choices.
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Fashionista

I have a fascination with nail polish. I have come to this conclusion after realizing the significant amount of counter space these bottles are taking up in my bathroom.

I'm moving towards the color red (what a contrast from dark blues and blacks). I still like black and blue, but red and pink are starting to claim some ground.

I need more shoes! You can never have too many shoes. This is a fact.
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7up
Sep. 14th, 2004 @ 09:47 pm Penis-car revisited
Current Mood: amusedamused
Take your pick in proportion to your dick!

I just can't resist - I have to revisit this penis-car subject. Imagine that sales pitch at a car dealership. I should write tv commercials.

There should be a list somewhere to measure the degree of dong compensation vs. the type of penis-car owned. It's the Penile Incompetence Index (PII).

I'm thinking of benchmarks like:

Car type Shortcoming rating
Ferrari 100 (< 3")
Viper 80
Prowler 70
Porshe 60 (< 4")

(I'm going to skip to the bottom)

Any beat-up, falling apart car 0 (OMG!)

Well...you get the picture.
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Car alarms must die

I'm for anti-theft and all, considering that an automobile is a major asset/purchase, but really - just how much of a deterrent is a car alarm? From what I understand car thieves have no problems disarming car alarms. In fact sometimes they're so proficient at defusing them that installing a car alarm ends up being just a waste of money. Your car will get stolen anyway, alarm or no alarm, so what's the point of blowing $200+ on one?

Couple this with the unscheduled wake up call I had last night at 1 am from an insistent car alarm whose owner failed to disarm within a reasonable amount of time, i.e., long enough for me to wake up and have difficulty falling back to sleep!

I don't remember if I fell asleep despite the damn noise or if it was eventually turned off, but several hours later while I was getting ready for work, it went off AGAIN. Sure, I was awake that time but I'll bet the majority of the neighborhood wasn't.

DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE
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misato
Sep. 13th, 2004 @ 08:48 pm Keep your distance from my penis-car!
Current Mood: confusedconfused
Current Music: Shimomura Yoko - Friends in My Heart
Over the weekend a friend gave me a ride home from work. She's not used to driving in town AND she has a van, which have notoriously bad turning radii. Add to this that I had to give her on-the-fly directions because she hadn't been to my place before. About a block from the cross-street where she should turn left, she attempted to change lanes.

She turned on her blinker (yes, she did!) and started to change lanes to the left. Almost instantly we hear an obnoxious horn blasting from behind. I'm not talking the short, "honk honk honk" type of horn; I'm talking the 'HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNK!!!!" type of horn.

To make a long story short, a Porshe was in the left lane but AT LEAST ONE CAR LENGTH BEHIND her when she attempted to change lanes. My deduction is the fucker panicked, thought his midlife-crisis, pretty-car-that-compensates-for-his-small-penis Porshe was about to be taken out by a VAN.

Oh, you can't damage his penis-car, Shelley! It's the symbol of his manhood! But not much of a symbol if he thinks it can be taken out by a goddamn VAN.

It wasn't even a very nice looking Porshe at that.
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Observations

There's a disturbing lady who I occasionally see on the bus. She's definitely middle-aged, I'd say 40+, and I'd guess she's single. Why? Well, because of the "Johnny Depp - Eye Candy" t-shirt she often wears (and there are others...) and the tote bag she carries that is covered with little pictures of him.

Her, single? Call it a wild guess.

One of the things I wonder is where she works. She comes downtown dressed like that and I assume she has a job, but what employer would allow you go to work in that attire? Not an office job? It's baffling.

Not to mention the fact that - it's just plain disturbing!!! Don't get me wrong, Johnny is all that and then some, but I haven't flaunted my fandom to that degree since high school. Oh, I've had my share of Duran Duran t-shirts, tote bags, my cutout albums full of their pictures from magazines, posters and what have you, but there's a teensy, weensy difference - I was 15, not 40.

It's difficult not to laugh when I see her on the street or on the bus. But I try.
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Mysterious Hygene Issues

I'm getting patches of dry skin in weird areas of my hands, and in matching sets to boot. At the bottom of both my palms, right above the wrist creases at the opposite ends from my thumbs, I've got small dry patches. It's the kind that I could probably peel right off, if I had the nails to do so. It's not the patches per se that bother me; their location, on the other hand, is perplexing. I can think of no reason why there should be dry patches here.
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Damn, I need a day off.
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Sep. 12th, 2004 @ 10:43 am Rain and memories
Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic
Current Music: rain and shine
Since last night it's been raining something fierce. I'm not talking about a constant, torrential downpour (although there was a short one last night) but constant, off-and-on periods of rain.

Rain doesn't fall all that much in town, or at least not lately. Yet I'm always surprised how the smell and sound of rain keeps reminding me of Hilo. It's really true how memories, images, and experiences just seem to come back when you hit on just the right thing - in this case, it's the rain, I guess.

I never thought of myself as particularly sentimental, but perhaps today I will spend some time with the Hilo rains.

And we just KEEP stealing Juliet S. Kono's book title. How terrible.
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tifa
Sep. 12th, 2004 @ 10:16 am Technology frustration due to my limited abilities
Current Mood: frustratedfrustrated
Current Music: Hamasaki Ayumi - Powder Snow II
Okay, how do I get to the "About this Journal" field so that it isn't blank???

And I still do not buy this crap about window screens not being necessary if you reside on anything higher than the 6th floor. I had 2 bees (BEES, dammit! Bees!) and 1 B-53 (yes, bigger than a B-52) bomber roach fly up here. Now I have a part-time roommate - a teeny lizard. I don't mind that, as long as I don't find lizard poop all over the place.

It's a damn zoo up here.
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tifa
Sep. 10th, 2004 @ 06:12 pm I love the smell of new carpet in the morning!
Current Mood: refreshedrefreshed
Current Music: The rush of rain outside my window
For the past two days my office has been a construction site. To remove the potential liability of someone tripping and falling in our office (Premises liability! In a law office! Imagine the ramifications!), they found a contractor to do a marathon carpet changing job on an overnight, 2-day schedule.

Thus the offices turned into dumping grounds full of desk effects, pc parts, chairs, boxes, and printers. It looked strange and very ghost-town-y with all the desks there with their surfaces completely empty.

Obviously the carpet installers had to move our furniture around so I had the privilege of, among other things, breaking down and reassembling my computer for two days. It's not like I'm unable to do it - but when I have to waste time playing hide-and-seek with the hardware and untangle network and telephone lines, I don't particularly enjoy myself. However, I wasn't about to sit on my hiney for 2 hours until the IT guy came in.

I picked a great day to wear all black - I mean ALL black - and I got to personally see all the dust I was kicking up, especially after I had to get down and dirty on the floor to thread my network cable behind my desk.

For once, my favorite work color, black, betrayed me. Until today it had been my trusty ally against unsightly toner spills, dots on my lap and shirts from dropped pens, scuffs from picking up boxes and the like. But dust! Black has no power over dust!
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Curiously, of late I appear to be in demand. Not at work, mind (I am always in demand at work); I mean with people I know. Recently the calls have been coming in like mad. It's nice to catch up with people, but it a side-effect of catching up is realizing how different your life is from everybody else's.

Almost all of my friends are married. One's sister is expecting; she'll be the first one in our group of friends to have a kid. I predict the aunties will descend upon him/her in a swarm. We'll also begin gaining more hands-on kid experience. Is that a good thing? I wonder how Omi feels about her baby being the guinea pig in our child-raising experiments!
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tifa
Sep. 8th, 2004 @ 07:08 pm Idiot explosion!
Current Mood: relievedrelieved
Current Music: Oldies radio 107.9!
For some reason, all idiocy converged upon my morning. And I mean ALL idiocy. What did I do to deserve this? If someone is testing me, they have a twisted sense of humor.

Perhaps this is my station in life. Perhaps I have some hidden, latent talent for dealing with dummies (great book title!). Perhaps I will constantly be tested, forever pushing the upper limits of my tolerance.

This is my gift. This is my curse.

I will not give in! Hear my motto! My battle cry!

Help maintain higher standards! BE ANAL!

BTW, that subject line sounds like a GREAT anime/manga title.
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Boy, I'm an old fut. I'd rather listen to this stuff than most new music.
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tifa
Sep. 7th, 2004 @ 10:44 pm Nag nag nag
Current Mood: productiveproductive
Current Music: Letterman on tv
I had a nagging feeling today. Unfortunately I don't know what it is or what it's trying to remind me about, but it's still bothering me.

Maybe it's the fact that I wasn't able to get to something I needed to start on today. Lately things have been going in that direction and I am not pleased.

(Jenn is not pleased. Be warned. Beware. She be bitchy.)

It's supposed to be a short week but damn - it already doesn't feel like it. That being said, I can't think of anything interesting or sarcastic to say.

Dammit.
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tifa
Sep. 6th, 2004 @ 10:23 pm Before we return to our regularly scheduled programming (aka Tuesday)...
Current Mood: sigh
Current Music: The Pillows - Ride On Shooting Star
Exhaustion! Exhaustion!

WICKER PARK SPOILERS

I saw Wicker Park with my friend this weekend. That is one SERIOUSLY fucked up movie. Okay, the movie itself wasn't that fucked up, but that psycho chick TOTALLY was. I don't buy the "neat" ending to it all - there is NO WAY she would just come clean and "be over" her whole stalking/manipulating issue with a simple confession. From what I've heard, there's no on/off switch for that kind of problem.

And what was with that 5 minute ending scene in slow-mo?? I know it's the payoff and all but GEEZ! 5 minutes!! Call me ADD but after one minute I had had enough. Then again, perhaps I'd have been more forgiving if I didn't have issues with the rest of the film. It's not that I don't like romance! I just have issues with this movie, I guess.

I had a problem with the director's use of time. The story was almost told backwards but not like Memento - it was more like Pulp Fiction as far as chopping up of time is concerned. For the first half of the movie I was bored. But unlike Pulp Fiction, which maintained my interest despite the chronological manipulation, all Wicker Park managed to do was confuse me to the point of irritation which then affected the rest of my experience with this movie.

(Ha! The cynic bitter critic strikes again! I was wondering where she'd gone off to.)

Sheesh. This movie must really have annoyed me. Those comments are almost scathing.
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I got to try Baldur's Gate II this weekend. Very cool game. It's not as bad as Spyro, but apparently I still have motion sickness problems with first-person povs. I may have to get some Dramamine. How sad. Motion sickness sucks!

Body is demanding sleep. Other functions have declared mutiny but I believe the odds are in the body's favor.

Zzzzz.........
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