I need to write down inspiration when I get it. I need an Emergency Writer's Notepad next to me when I can't on the word processor. Otherwise, things die. I hate the Midnight Muse.. she shouldn't inspire me so late at night when I should be sleeping. I'm pretty sure I can writer, but it seems I can only write well when I want to write- otherwise I suck. That's not very surprising, is it?

Finished reading The Green Rider. Nobody's read it, so nobody cares, but I feel a compulsive need to blog every book I've finished for some reason (I finished the Josephine one a while ago). I don't know why I picked it up, actually.. I felt this compulsive urge to read it, despite the campy cover art. It was good, but I think I'll make fun of it anyways. Especially since the first half is like..(as someone summarized the FotR movie..) "I'm running through the woods!!! I'm running through the woods!!!!" Actually, no. It was like... "I'm running through the woods! I'm running through the woods! ... I'm having tea with a dead guy!... I'm running through the woods!.. Deus ex Machina! ... I'm running through the woods!... I fall asleep in the bath! .... I'm running through the woods! ... Some guy tries to rape me!.. I'm run-" Okay, you get it.

Zifei's art is too good. He must die.

Wow. Apparently I walked 2.4 miles for a sandwich. Good sandwich though. I didn't know it was that far. Well, it's really not that far, but it just looks like an intimidating number. Also, it's sort of annoying to walk for 20 minutes and get a sandwich and then walk straight back without getting a chance to sit down due to violin lessons. The great thing about Togo's is that they don't mind if I pay them all in quarters. Oh well. This is my lunch. Ahhhhhh. It's also one of my favorite sandwiches ever.



I wonder if I should make this my AIM icon.

(You know you're putting your life online when you put a picture of your lunch on your blog. Next thing you know, I'll be blogging about my toiletries.)

And that was the highlight of my day.

Murphy's Law of Fantasy Book Monarchies: Whenever a king is sick/dying, you can count on there being no heirs, or too many of them. Usually, among these heirs, one of them will be an evil asshole, and one of them will be bluff and kind-hearted. Like clockwork, you can count on the second guy being shafted and thrown into a dungeon of some sort. Or exiled. But not killed. Because if he were, that'd be the end of the book.

I like to live in my little Klein bottle.


Imagine a cylinder, stretched up'l and out'l.


Push in the bottom to link with the throttle.


You need 4 dimensions to bring this about'l.


A home that's ingenious, clever, and crafty.


I find it delightful, but a little bit drafty.

Quote of the Day: "Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen."

Has anyone noticed the Dorkiness Effect? In Star Trek, or in any other franchise traditionally considered to be dorky, any person considered to be hip by the people and the standards of that universe, are ten times dorkier when judged by Earth standards. This is the same principle that makes perfectly fashionable young women look dorky when they attend comic book and science fiction conventions in costume. For example, Princess Leia is considered to be blindingly hot by guys on the Star Wars universe. But if someone were to walk down the street looking like that, you'd be like, "oH.. my.. gawd! Lose the dress and the cinnabons, girlfriend!" Also, Star Trek and ilk aren't dorky just because their fans are dorks, because even when you take perfectly normal Beautiful People With Social Lives and make them fans or star them in the franchise, the franchise doesn't become any less dorky. In other words, the nature of Dungeons and Dragons makes it dorky, even if nondorks play it. (I think this dorkiness phenomenom is often due to the fact that the dorks who are creators of these dorky enterprises try to write "cool" people by making them stunningly beautiful, but their dorky personalities still come out when they say things like, "Phasers energize!" or "That is quite a broadsword, is it not, young elf?")

Was bored out of my mind today, saw my DVD of "The Princess Bride." It kicks ass, but I'm wondering how Inigo Montoya can be hit in the gut by a thrown dagger and not feel any aftereffects like ten minutes later. Sort of like how in the Tomb Raider movie Mansfield Powell could have been hit in the chest with a thrown knife and suddenly feel no aftereffects five minutes later? And it's not like, being grazed or anything either. It's like, someone throws a dagger at one of these guys, it buries itself into said body part, said person gasps in pain and shock and bleeds and staggers and pulls the knife out and perfectly normal stuff, then the person they're fighting comes up to him to finish him off, and whee, renewed strength! Powell fights until Lara Croft kills him, so you could say it was a last burst of stength instead of a full recovery, but he fights like nothing happened to him! No grimace of pain or ragged gasping for breath or nothin'. The recovery is slightly more realistic for Inigo, where he's struggling to keep from keeling over but can still use his arm, and manages to parry Count Rugen enough to keep from being impaled (but still takes minor injuries), and then manages to get to his feet and kill the Count in a fit of anger, but it's rather unrealistic that he stays strong afterwards. I was honestly expecting him to collapse and die from his wounds immediately after that, knowing he'd completed his life goal. Not run upstairs and jump out a window and ride off into the night with the other heroic people on four white horses. I mean, is being impaled by a knife not as serious as it sounds?

If it wasn't that serious a wound and just a bluff, that was a damn good bluff.

Easter is boring, so I'll have to talk about yesterday.

Yesterday was a good food day. Food was basically the highlight of my day. I had.. um.. Breakfast/lunch at the IHOP close to RM. It was tasty. I wouldn't call it brunch, because that implies a snack between breakfast and lunch. That was my breakfast and lunch.

Bought a dress for my sister's wedding, and I guess for junior prom too by default even though I have no one to go with, since it seems a shame to buy like a $160 dress for just one occasion. It's real purty, but too big in the chest. Who'da thought? Still, I'm happy. I'll have to postpone cutting my hair though, since I don't want to do anything weird with my hair so close to my sister's wedding that I can't fix it beforehand.

Talked to my mom about my problems. Suckage. Problems seem to magnify when you talk about them.

Dinner at the Olive Garden, where I got to meet all my brother-in-law-to-be's relatives. I didn't know I had another sister. Geez. I'm so out of it. (Apparently she's my half-sister's half-sister so really not my actual sister... Maggie and I share a dad, but not a mom. Jessie and Maggie share a mom. So me and Jessie aren't related by blood at all.) Her boyfriend is cool though. (Selfishly) I hope they get married so I can hang out with him more. DAN DA MAN!

Went to midnight Easter mass to see Maggie baptized (to Margaret, named after the saint) at the Glorious Korean Catholic Martyrs Church or something. Many paintings in the hallways of Glorious Korean Catholic Martyrs being Martyred in various painful ways. Joy. I hate the word martyr now since Osama uses it so much.. Blah. First time attending a Catholic mass, unless you count watching midnight Christmas Mass by the Pope last year on tv... Lots of dunking faces into water, dudes in white robes, women in lacy veils and chimas, eating wafers, lighting candles, swinging censors, praying on padded knee cushions, asking for donations via baskets sent through the pews on poles, chanting and singing hymns in Korean, maybe some Latin. Some carrying around in a procession of what looked to be Jesus Onna Cross (I'd say stick but that'd be blasphemous). For two hours. I amused myself by calculating powers of two.. I got up to 8192 and then stopped. It's not very far, but my math sucks. My dad had attempted before Mass to swordfight with the unlit candles before my oldest sister acted properly horrified. Dan was lucky because my brother-in-law-to-be, Dongwoo, was sitting next to him and had a prayer book or something in both English and Korean so he could at least follow along. And he does know what's goin' on, being a disillusioned Irish Catholic. Blah. It was interesting, sort of though, and uplifting, sort of, and on the whole very boring. I used to be inspired by this sort of stuff at one time or another, but not anymore. Understood some works. "Isa-ray-el", "Egyptai", "Hosana" (should mean something, don't know though), "Deus." Familial comments on how my oldest sister married a Buddhist, and Maggie is marrying a Catholic, so what about me?? (Atheist, I'm thinking.)

Some good quotage all around.

"If you can't have fun at church, where can you?" -Dan
"Well, Muslims read the Koran in Arabic, and the original Christian Bible was in Aladdin.. er.. Latin.." -My mom

My keyboard works now. Enough of that 733t nonsense.

I've been thinking that, if you think about it, you could say that my fish drowned, since they weren't able to breathe underwater without the air filters. We buried my koi in the front yard after they started to smell. It's not like you can flush these things down the toilet like regular goldfish. Oh, this was Friday night. Not just now. That'd be gross.