"I can't believe you said that! Apologize to the entire continent of England!"

colin_chaotic @ 2009-10-24T23:17:00

2009-10-25T05:17:06Z

biscuiteatingsob (10:51:14 PM): (PSST ARE YOU THERE?)
theformerclarity (10:52:01 PM): (IS IT YOU, MARGARET?)

Julio calls for help on her half.com order.

2009-10-09T01:03:27Z

Customer service: This is actually an eBay line, I don't have access to the half.com numbers, but I have a direct email that they'll respond to within 24 hours.
Julia, deadpan: I'd honestly prefer a phone number, because based on their track record, I'd get that email back in about a month.
Customer service: ...oh. I don't have a phone number.
Julia: Oh, the industrial revolution hasn't hit half.com yet? Do they have a telegraph? A Pony Express?

colin_chaotic @ 2009-09-27T22:56:00

2009-09-28T04:57:18Z

biscuiteatingsob (10:53:38 PM): ...one of the letters on RedEye tonight? Ends with "PS: Have you heard of Colorado? We have mountains."
theformerclarity (10:53:52 PM): HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAHAHHAHAHAAHAHAH
theformerclarity (10:55:10 PM): I'm making that my Facebook status
biscuiteatingsob (10:55:17 PM): Good plan!
biscuiteatingsob (10:55:21 PM): I'll tweet it.
biscuiteatingsob (10:55:32 PM): ...I feel horribly first-world right now.
theformerclarity (10:56:01 PM): ...haaaa, me too. But then, we should have felt first world when we thought we had swine flu as we watched 80s sitcoms.
biscuiteatingsob (10:56:17 PM): ...good point.

GG is Golden Girls, natch.

2009-09-03T04:58:22Z

theformerclarity (10:52:53 PM): I just love how cracktastic GG is.
theformerclarity (10:53:07 PM): It was the 80s. The writers could have easily been on crack.
biscuiteatingSOB (10:53:17 PM): ...it's true, it really really is.
biscuiteatingSOB (10:53:22 PM): We should form an investigative panel!
theformerclarity (10:54:07 PM): Yes! And when it's revealed, after painstaking trials and research, that the writers were indeed on crack, we stand up, remove our glasses and go, "'kay. Is there wireless here?"
biscuiteatingSOB (10:54:43 PM): ....god, I hope we never are on any important panel for anything.
biscuiteatingSOB (10:54:47 PM): Or elected to public office.
biscuiteatingSOB (10:55:11 PM): Altho CSPAN would be far more amusing - they ban electronics and shit there, so we'd be, like, playing ping-pong.
biscuiteatingSOB (10:55:14 PM): Or sleeping.
theformerclarity (10:55:44 PM): Or I'd be smoking, and you'd be singing under your breath, "Firetruck, firetruck, I wanna ride in a firetruck"
biscuiteatingSOB (10:56:04 PM): ...god, yes.
theformerclarity (10:57:58 PM): They'd be like, "There's no smoking...or creepiness...allowed in Congress!" And I'd point to Mitt Romney. "Okay, true. Fine, carry on."

HEY EVERYBODY!

2009-08-30T07:01:46Z

I'm joining elite_hogwarts, and you should too!

Netflix commercials bring out the worst in people.

2009-08-19T06:45:17Z

theformerclarity (12:42:38 AM): Now, what if you make multiple accounts on Netflix and send the movies to your work and your parents' house or something? Then you'd get 3 free DVDs!
biscuiteatingSOB (12:42:50 AM): *gasp*
biscuiteatingSOB (12:42:54 AM): And they would go bankrupt!
theformerclarity (12:43:04 AM): And you'd have 3 free DVDs!
biscuiteatingSOB (12:43:17 AM): ...good point. Let's do it!

Julio and I chat about King of the Hill!

2009-08-14T05:29:17Z

Julio (11:24:52 PM): We all live for the cowbell part of the theme song, amirite?
Me (11:25:06 PM): Oh, definitely.
Julio (11:25:17 PM): I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell.
Me (11:25:42 PM): *pats shoulder* Try taking some Advil and a nap, I bet that would help too.
Julio (11:26:07 PM): No! No, cowbell is what I need!
Me (11:26:27 PM): Try the damn advil first!
Julio (11:26:45 PM): No! Why take four advil when you can take one cowbell?
Me (11:27:02 PM): Because you'd look like a damn fool!
Julio (11:27:25 PM): Shut your whore mouth!
Julio (11:27:32 PM): (wtf is this conversation)
Me (11:27:38 PM): (god I don't know)

colin_chaotic @ 2009-08-12T22:32:00

2009-08-13T04:33:29Z

(10:29:24 PM) Me: Oi, what's on?
(10:30:17 PM) Julia: Oi, I'm not sure gov'na! I reckon we'd best hit Buckingham Palace, and then go to hospital and university! Bloody 'ell 'arry!

What I've been up to for the last while.

2009-07-31T05:28:00Z

(11:23:35 PM) biscuiteatingSOB: I'm just glad I exited the site. Because who the hell needs 25 versions of messy handwriting fonts?!
(11:26:22 PM) theformerclarity: Michael J Fox, that's who!
(11:26:32 PM) theformerclarity: If he wants it to match his real handwriting!
(11:26:52 PM) biscuiteatingSOB: ...*headdesk*

JulNoWriMo

2009-06-19T17:38:08Z

Long time no talk, LJ! That's what happens when you break your damn laptop screen, I suppose. But now I have time (read: hours upon hours) to kill at an airport, so I shall blog!

I'll be trying JulNoWriMo again this year, but I can't decide what to write. I could work on one of my fanfics - they allow previously started stories. But I once again feel the urge to write something original and possibly publishable. BUT I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS!

1. iFiles - the FBI's squad that investigates the far reaches of the Internet (read: there's an Agent 4chan). I have a full cast list and vague plot for this, but I honestly think it would work better as a comic than a story.

2. This dream I had the other night - sort of a Harry Potter/Animorphs/Obernewtyn fusion. There's an 'information night' for a new academy of the best and brightest (it would be set in a slightly dystopic future), and after all the children and teens arrive, the "teachers" essentially either seduce them to the dark side, or imprison them. A small group, in their panic, activate previously unknown abilities, and shift into an animal form. From there, they go on the run as the academy enslaves the entire island (think more England size than Hawaii size). They can only do one animal - there's four girls, who shift into a bear, a snake, an owl, and an eagle - bear!girl is immediately captured due to the size of her animal, and eagle!girl learns to shift into other bird forms eventually. There's three boys - a mouse, some sort of weasel-type creature that's bigger than a ferret but smaller than a badger (I'm currently thinking meercat), and... I'm not sure what the last boy is. Monkey, maybe.

3. Dmitri Jones, Henchman - I recently rediscovered what I've written for this series, and realized it's kindof awesome, so I'm thinking about picking it back up.

4. A Gallowsverse story, set between the two prequel short stories and Gallow's Humor, in which Ryan is set on the trail of an escaped Death Row inmate and hilarity ensues.

5. The Secret School - fantasy story set in a world similar to Dmitri, but a little less slapstick. Centering on the goings-on of a school for the 'darker' side of things - assassins, thieves, spies, bodyguards, etc.

...having typed all that out, I gotta say that I'm leaning towards #5.

zomg.

2009-06-08T07:37:23Z

...nuttymadam made it onto the Soup.

Not like I pretend to have a life.

2009-06-07T04:16:03Z

I may have just put together a document with every mention of Zacharias Smith in the last three HP books. Just, uh, so you know.

EDIT: For everyone's reference, it's here.

WIP Meme!

2009-05-31T05:35:58Z

When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

Twilight self-insert (I KNOW, I KNOW, SHUT UP)
It would have been the perfect set-up... had that school happened to be one different than it was.

“You fucking slut!” a pint-sized girl who actually bore some similarities to Alice suddenly screamed out from where she sat, near the Cullens. She then jumped and started smacking a heavyset Hispanic boy. “I can't fucking believe you, you asshole!”

Emmett was snickering, and Rose rolled her eyes. The rest of them just sort of stared in confusion.

The door to the outside opened up, and there was a pause – from the door, not from the shrieking harpy and her increasingly foulmouthed boyfriend. “Oh, crap, it's Jen and Matt again”, a voice said in tones of utmost dread. There were a few heartfelt curses from behind her, and then they carefully sneaked in, trying not to make any sounds.

“Oh, hey, you guys must be new,” one of them said cheerfully to the Cullens, completely ignoring the screaming in the background. “It's not always like this,” he told them, gesturing vaguely to where Jen was clawing at Matt's face.

“Yeah, sometimes they get violent,” a shorter, chubbier, female version of Emmett said sarcastically.

Ender's Game OC fic
The day they removed his monitor was a day of mixed feelings. On the one hand, he was disappointed – the things he'd heard and read about Battle School (mostly read, as his father didn't talk much), it sounded wonderful. On the other hand, it also sounded like quite a bit of hard work. Self-motivated hard work, even, the worst kind.

“Looks like you're just another of us now, Jamie,” Gore, one of his classmates told him sympathetically. Somehow he managed to refrain from pointing out that he would never be like Gore unless he suffered serious brain damage, but it was honestly a near thing.

“Yeah,” he said instead with a shrug. “Guess so.”

OC Next-gen HP to Trio era HP time travel
“Holy fucker of a goat!” the blonde girl cried after a long moment of stunned silence.

“Nic, we've talked about your language,” the adult of the group said with a sigh. None of the other arrivals seemed overly shocked by the cursing, although all the Hogwarts students were either snickering or looking affronted.

“Yeah, sorry, won't happen again, insert generic apology here,” she sneered at him.

Canon next-gen HP to MWPP era time travel
There were many things at Hogwarts that were strange: the poltergeist, who these days was just as likely to give tours of the most magnificent pranks as harass the students; there was the secret Ravenclaw cabal dedicated to worshiping Shakespeare; there was the corridor on the fifth floor that made you irresistible to cats, and the room in the dungeons that turned second years (only second years) into delicious pastries; and there was the only Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher in over sixty years to teach more than a year, who had wound up Head of Hufflepuff due to a technicality on the books.

Said professor was currently leading a group of Hufflepuff upperclassmen through the Forbidden Forest on a detention – having once served a nerve-wracking, nightmare-inducing detention there, the professor thought of it as the perfect deterrent for some of the tougher cases Hufflepuff handed him.

Sadly enough for Professor Harry J. Potter, most of those tough cases probably would've thought it “awesome” to run into a dark lord draining a unicorn. Hufflepuffs, the professors generally agreed, were weird.

Case in point, Scorpius Malfoy was attempting to climb a man-eating tree with a look of childish delight and wonder. Thankfully, Harry's own son pulled him away before he could lose another body part (Scorp had lost three toes in a tragic Charms accident his third year, and most of the hair on the front of his head was missing and unable to grow back due to partnering with Fergus Finnegan five years in a row for Potions – Draco Malfoy had threatened Harry with severe dismemberment if his son lost anything else).

Honestly, Scorpius Malfoy had enough problems to deal with, chiefly his name and parentage.

Chapter 5 of Genius Does What it Must
“Professor Snape, such a surprise it is to see you on this fine day!” he chirped, tilting his head back as far as possible to get a slight glimpse of an upside-down Severus Snape. “Whatever are you doing in such a place?”

Snape, Harry was gratified to see, wasn't as laid back as his housemates, as the professor's eye started twitching – just a bit, but enough to make Harry feel appreciated. “What are you and your friends conspiring about?” he asked, giving an extra sneer when he said friends.

Harry totally understood that, he did the same thing when talking about the group he'd just left behind.

“Oh, the usual,” Harry instantly replied, very blasé about it. “Overthrowing society as we know it and enslaving the less worthy. Malfoy, Parkinson, and Bulstrode were arguing over who gets to lead the glorious revolution. The fools think I shall relinquish my power, but they shall learn, oh how they shall learn!” Here he stopped for an evil cackle.

And now, to translate my recommendations journal to del.icio.us.

I may have to shoot someone (like myself)

2009-05-29T01:06:43Z

...they just mentioned Twilight on the spelling bee.

...Tom Bergeron is commentating.

What I Done Did, and Writing from Age 10 to 6ish.

2009-05-18T04:06:22Z

I just spent forever and a day (read: three hours) working on my room. Went through half the shit between my door and my desk. I'd tell you all that I found, but, uh, it's a lot of shit. So I'll just mention the eleven action figures (5 LotR, 1 Animorphs, 5 Doctor Who) and three 20Q (TV, Sports, HP). And, of course, a collection of my early works which make me want to hide my head in shame. And, as I do with most things that shame me, I feel like sharing with you!

First, there's my 6th grade paper on the Yukon Territory that somehow managed an A, even though the actual written content is maybe a page long - everything else is just random tables I pulled off of the Internet the night before it was due. Yes, indeed, my slacker procrastinating ways started quite long ago.

Then comes my hastily put-together "book of figurative language" from my 6th grade poetry unit in Language Arts, entitled 'Figuratively Speaking'. All of the poems were pretty much horrible and done very quickly (reproduced exactly as found):

BIRDS
I watch as the eagle takes wing.
I hear the lark screech a tune.
I feel the air, buttery soft,
As the hawking cries like a crow.
Soon the mother hawk returns, cuddling her babe.
And then I take flight with many more forests to save.

Sam the salamander
Salamander Sam lived by the sea;
Now he lives in the Sahara,
Ever since his mother said, "You drive me up the wall!"
This is not hard to do since salamanders are so sticky!

Onomatopoeia
"Hiss!" goes the snake.
"Purr" says the cat.
"Bark!" shouts the dog.
All is still.

Alliteration
Slimy sly snakes snipe at unsuspecting squirrels.

Him
His eyes are a deep blue sea,
His hair, a coal black mane.
His energy is an unstoppable current.
My dog Sam.

Next up: a story written August 10th, 1998, about a month before I turned nine (so, fifth grade, I think - damn you year round schooling!). As a warning, pretty much all of 4th and 5th grade I used Animorphs and Star Wars names for my original characters.

Magic Doves
"Marco! Keith! Jacen!" "Now!" I stamped my foot in impactence.

My mom called," Carter Allen Lee! Stop yelling!" I stood about to grab the doves to begin traning them. They flutered out. Oh how I wished I could see what they saw, soar like they soared, heard what they heared. Jake and Tobias came up. "Come on, lets train them!"

Suddenly, Jace (Dove) talked! He said," Would you guys like to be us for a week?" "How about 2 days?" I asked "Great!" Jacen exclaimed. "Can my friends come also?"I asked , pointing to Jake and Tobias. "Sure" he said. I few senconds later, we were in a dove's body. "Thanks!" we said right before we flew out the window. For hours we flew,but soon we were hungry. I saw a forset ahead. "I think we could find food there." I said as I flew tword the trees. Suddenly, a cougar stepped out. I quickly flew into the air. Tobias and Jake scrambled after me. "Let's go home!" Tobias suggested. We started home, all thinking we'd rather get food than catch it.

Moral - Be thankful for what you have.

And finally, from way back in third grade, we have my ancient Egyptian fairy tale. No, srsly. I as about six or seven, so it's... kinda special. Once again, everything is typed as originally written.

The War and the trick.
Once in 1,000BC, Egypt, there were 2 boys named Trojon and Jojeka Gardenellie were walking in the forest, hunting. They heard something russel in the bushes and ran after it. They caght up and saw that there were 2 girls. Their names were Sallseaa and Gocea Fornottie. They all said, "Hello," to each other. They talked and walked tword the Nile. Karnue, Trojon's little sister, she was only 17, a year older than Jojeka, came rushing, and said, "There's a war going to be started" They all rushed to the waterfront. It was true! Some of their friends, like Jose and Lawersher and Jason and James Cannon were getting on Navel ships. In less than 1 min. he and Jojeka were on the ship, too. They were on deck for 2 days until one day. That day an arrow came predy close to both of them. Right then they sliped UNDER the board and into a underwater tunnel. From a distence, it looked like they were hit. But they weren't. They folloed the tunnel to Main land. When they found their family they told them th story. 2 weeks later Sallseaa and Trojon were marryied. Same with Gocea and Jojeka. The End

Iiiii... kinda love that last story, I gotta say. Just for the sheer wtf-ery.

The Idiot of Starfleet.

2009-05-11T07:34:03Z

So apparently I'm retarded.

Went to see Star Trek tonight, it was awesome. So when we got home I decided to look up the movie website and see what games they had. Well, one was this: http://www.addictinggames.com/spotlight/startrek.html

Yeah. I went through everything... and got the rank of Crewman 1st Class. Ouch, guys, ouch. Of course, it didn't help that it took me for-freakin'-ever to do all of the 'spot the differences' tests. I did good on the 'shoot the pirates' and the 'don't let the unstable atom touch the sides', which is probably the only reason I didn't just totally flunk out.

...not that this is entirely inaccurate for Starfleet!me. I mean, c'mon. You gotta have, like, skills and shit for that.

On another note, I feel the urge to learn to fly planes now. Yeeeah. That'll end, how do we say, BADLY.

brb dying

2009-05-03T06:02:16Z

Too much fish w/malt vinegar. Am possibly dying.

Me and Julio chat about the latest episode of Supernatural.

2009-05-01T04:26:14Z

Lee (9:00:23 PM): Castiel, why you such a sexy motherfucker?
Julia (9:01:19 PM): Castiel: Well, my mother was a Sexy, and my dad was a Motherfucker. It was originally Mothafucka, but it was changed at Ellis Island when my dad emigrated.

Lee (9:01:39 PM): "We're inside my head." "Exactly. Someone could be listening."

Lee (9:07:01 PM): ("Angel on angel violence", lulz!)
Julia (9:07:17 PM): (Just one word away from "Angel on angel action")
Julia (9:07:21 PM): (I'm going to hell now)
Lee (9:07:38 PM): (Ooooh yeah)
Lee (9:07:56 PM): (Maybe Castiel will raise you out of perdition!)
Julia (9:08:16 PM): (That would be awesome.)

Julia (9:09:31 PM): Emma: I dunno what I'm gonna wear to prom.
Me: Just wear one of those tuxedo t-shirts.
Emma: ...what?
Me: There's always some douchebag at every formal event that wears a tuxedo t-shirt! You could be that douchebag!

Lee (9:16:40 PM): I WANNA RUFFLE HIS HAIR
Julia (9:17:04 PM): NO! RUN YOUR FINGERS THROUGH IT SO YOU DON'T DISTURB ITS QUIET MAJESTY!
Lee (9:17:08 PM): OKAY!

Lee (9:25:58 PM): Ahahahahhahahahahaha brb loling foreva.
Julia (9:26:16 PM): I actually said *GASP0RZ* out loud like 20 times
Julia (9:26:24 PM): Tia looks concerned.
Lee (9:26:49 PM): Dude, that is my favorite scene of anything evar. "RUN! HE'S A DEMON! RUN!"
Julia (9:27:08 PM): HOLY SHIT IT'S A FUCKING DEMON GET IN THE CAR!
Lee (9:27:28 PM): ...Iiiii would've lol'd forever and ever if he'd said that.
Julia (9:28:10 PM): Wife: But we're in the house! What about the panic room?
Jimmy: NO EVERYONE KNOWS THE CAR IS THE SAFEST PLACE GO GET IN NOW!

Julia (9:34:28 PM): Personally, if I was Jimmy, I'd be like, "Well, this may not be the time for tomfoolery, but...YEAAAAH IN YOUR FUCKING FACE BITCH!"
Lee (9:34:45 PM): Which is why you will never be possessed by an angel.

Lee (9:50:18 PM): (Ahahaha, that commercial! "Sir, unless the bomb is committing a crime, there's nothing we can do.")
Julia (9:52:25 PM): (Everybody Hates Chris is actually a really good show. I watched the first season. There was, "In labaratory projects, scientists give mice cheese. In the Brooklyn Projects, the government gives people cheese." And the dad, when milk is spilled, get down on his knees looking at it, saying, "Look at this! This is 15 cents worth of milk! Someone is licking up this milk!")
Lee (9:52:44 PM): (So... your dad, basically?)
Julia (9:52:55 PM): (That's exactly what me and my mom and my sister yelled)
Julia (9:55:02 PM): In fact, just yesterday, my mom spilled some nuts, and my dad was like, "That's $4 of nuts." Mom: I'm sorry, it just slipped. Human error. Dad: Yeah, but now I'll have to buy more nuts so you can spill them. Me: Four dollars worth, exactly. Guess we'll have to skimp on chicken broth. Dad: *grumble*

Writer's Block: Wild Life

2009-04-29T02:54:17Z

How long could you survive on your own in the wild?

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colin_chaotic (8:50:19 PM): Huh. The LJ writer's block for today is 'how long could you survive by yourself in the wild?' It's a good question. I'm thinking... two hours, tops.
no_kant_no (8:50:35 PM): ...it would depend on where.
no_kant_no (8:50:57 PM): ...actually, nvm, I'd die anywhere.
colin_chaotic (8:51:15 PM): Hahaha, yeah. That was my thought - I was all, well, what supplies would I have? Wait, that wouldn't matter.
colin_chaotic (8:51:54 PM): Honestly, if I was by myself in the wild for longer than a day or two, no people, books, pets, TV, I'd probably off myself preemptively.
no_kant_no (8:52:02 PM): Exactly.
colin_chaotic (8:52:24 PM): I don't do well with boredom. I could handle starvation and weird diseases, but fuck boredom.

Writer's Block: Musical Affliction

2009-04-28T05:28:46Z

Have you had an earworm lately? Exorcise it by inflicting it on your friendslist. Post the lyrics or - even better - a video.

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Now I feel accomplished!

2009-04-27T22:11:47Z

Finally went through and updated my rec journal (c_crecs) with all those stories I finished and left sitting open in a tab. Now I only have four windows of at least twenty open tabs worth of fics! (Deargodwhypleaseshootme.) I'm up to over 150 recs, too! Meaning that if I get bored and want to reread things, I actually have things to reread! Hooray!

Also, http://sonic-waffles.livejournal.com/5845.html . Because it's awesome ~~and I want to close out that tab too, goddamnit~~.

Now, the eternal question: red Gatorade or hot chocolate?

Iiii almost passed out in the middle of my forensic anthro quiz.

2009-04-20T22:12:22Z

Gah. Managed to get my paper written... about 400 words more than I needed, even. And with no sleep, of course, which makes my skin and hair and everything feel gross and I must resist the urge to wash my hands compulsively.

I've had a profile on FFN for over nine years now. NINE YEARS, YOU GUYS. I'm only nineteen, I don't need this pressure! (For your fyi ~~that was too much tmi~~, I have been on LJ for 6.5 years.)

Also: wtf, last.fm? Why are my last three played songs the Jonas Brothers? I don't listen to them! I don't even have any of their songs on my iTunes, for cryin' out loud!

Speaking of, one day I should go through my profile and my communities and remove things that no longer apply/are deleted. I mean, I'm a member of over 600 communities. Over 200 of which are friended! Godineedalife.

Obligatory Columbine Post.

2009-04-20T14:20:35Z

Columbine will always be my childhood tragedy - which makes me feel guilty sometimes, since I wasn't there and didn't know anyone there, but living fifteen minutes away and being in fifth grade and being the first one back from recess to see our teacher sitting in front of the TV in horror... Well. It made a major impact, to say the least. The only time I can call up even a vague impression of most of my classmates that year - two years, really, we were all in the same class together - is thinking about 20 April 1999.

9/11 happened technically in my childhood - at the beginning of eighth grade. But it was so massive and unbelievable and half a country away that I'm not sure it ever really sank in. Plus, I was rather sick that day and didn't really understand anything that was happening until evening-time. My main memories of 9/11 and the days after are watching nothing but cartoons because those were the only channels not showing the footage repeatedly. Hell, I think it was a few weeks before I found out about the Pentagon and the plane in Pennsylvania. 9/11 was a tragedy, but it wasn't my tragedy.

By contrast... I remember the afternoon of that day ten years ago, coming out of the school still shell-shocked - our teacher hadn't been able to get us back to our work the rest of the day, especially since Amber's dad was a cop over there and she was terrified he'd be shot. And I came out of school, and over at the edge of the school near where I used to meet my old friend Cash while he waited for his mom, was Gabe, the kid who used to live across the street. He was pretending to shoot a friend with a stick. I ran over, grabbed the stick from him, and demanded shrilly, "Haven't you heard about Columbine?" And my sheer horror and disgust when Gabe shrugged and said, "Yeah, so?"

I don't think I ever hung out with Gabe again after that.

Remembering Columbine also brought up another, more recent memory, from Humanex. There'd been another school shooting (albeit with far less casualties), and Dave had us talk about in Girl's Group. He had a print-out of warning signs for school shooters, and asked us to raise our hands (if we wanted to) if the sign applied to us.

And nearly all of us raised our hands for nearly all of them. And yet I always felt safer at Humanex than at any other school - probably because as batshit you'd have to be to shoot up your school, you'd have to be triple that to try and go after Humanex. Plus, to be honest, that's a level of premeditation probably only Julia and I would consider, and we'd be far more likely to choose a murder method that would leave us uncaught.

The main thing that stands out from the aftermath of Columbine is that even at that age, when I was fairly well ostracized and occasionally beat up, I never even thought about sympathizing with Klebold and Harris. Not once. One of the few times in my life I've been that clear-cut on anything, even horrific crimes.

An update for the day - because I'm too lazy for creative titles.

2009-04-14T04:30:11Z

Ugh. I just hauled ass from the Tivoli to South wearing a sweater. It's supposedly 66 degrees out - my ass, maybe in the shade it is, not in the sun. And, of course, the anthro lab and the computer lab are two of the hottest places on campus (imho), so I've been feeling the urge to crawl into a freezer.

I've been playing much Sims 2, currently raising the third(!) generation of my Legacy. It's a set of quadruplets: they all have brown eyes, Quinn and Sam are blond, Teyla has red hair, and Rorschach has brown hair. He also has darker skin than his siblings. And, in a move that is pure Rorschach, he managed to piss off the nanny so bad as a toddler that she keeps coming by and stealing the newspaper with him in a hate bubble. Smooth, Rory, smooth.

But most importantly, I have been reading Bloodhound, and it is awesome. Granted, I was once obsessed enough with counterfeiting to want to work the Secret Service rather than FBI, so I'm perhaps a bit biased. I also should get over rooting for Beka to get together with pretty much every guy she comes across.

WHAT I DID THIS WEEKEND.

2009-04-13T03:15:24Z

1. Spent 60 bucks on Nerf gear.
2. Filmed video of Rorschach carsurfing.
3. Got kicked out of a mall and had the cops called.

...best. Weekend. EVER.