Raised by Moogles

Well, the Blizzard of '09 (that's what they called it on the news - mock them, not me) is over. Final tally is roughly a foot and a half, judging just by how much I had to dig off my car. I never did hear any thunder, though I was asleep for half the afternoon.

Everything should be more or less back to normal by tomorrow or Tuesday. And I hope President Obama is satisfied now, the winter snob. ;P

They're calling for up to two feet of snow and a thundersnow tomorrow afternoon.

...I'll repeat that, for those of you just coming in.

A thunder. Snow.

WHAT IS THIS SHIT I MEAN I DON'T EVEN ARE WE IN SIBERIA WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.

(Also, check out number 22. Pari's slightly creepy sisters, or the natural outcome of Kiss Players? XD)

battening down teh hatches brb

Door: Ding dong.
Me: Ooh, someone wants to TALK to me! Allow me to scamper downstairs and oh shit they're carrying Bibles.
Bible Beaters: Hi! Allow us to read context-less verses of bland and inoffensive character and ask leading questions!
Me: *blathers about astronomy and history, desperately trying to pull the conversation around to something I can relate to*
Bible Beaters: *glorp around my clever conversational cantrips, like slightly alarming vanilla pudding*
Me: ....yeah, I'm gonna take a nap. *closes the door, locks it firmly and seals the cracks against further vanilla glorp*

**a few days later**

Phone: Ring ring.
Me: Ooh, someone wants to TALK to me! Hello, you've reached Moogle!
McCollege Recruiter: You're looking to go to school! What semester can I sign you up for?
Me: ...whut? But I've already been to-
McCollege Recruiter: We don't have a graphic design department anymore, let's shove you into IT instead! We offer an associate's degree-
Me: I already have one of those. And I'm not getting my bachelor's with you guys even if you offered one, kthx.
McCollege Recruiter: 'Kay! :D
Me: *click* What was that about? *checks email*
Email: Yeah, babe, get this. You remember when you shot them an email asking about getting your transcripts? They didn't even read that shit, yo. They just took down your name as another potential mark.
Me: ...what the hell I sent that email months ago. Never mind reading it, they couldn't even get back to me before now?
Email: Yeah, I don't think these guys have their shit together, yo.
Me: ....why are you talking like Reno?
Email: Don't ask me, this is your anthropormorphization.

Hey, I got an idea.

I'll hire myself out to small geek venues - comic shops mainly, but local cons would work too - to dress up in cosplay and play Dance Dance Revolution. For an extra fee, I'll dress up as Starscream and call their fanboys 'pathetic flesh creatures.'

:D

.....yeah, the endorphins from exercise don't last long, but while they're there, I'm flying high with the birdies.

Only I could turn a college acceptance letter into an occasion for angst.

For lack of anything else to brag about. *ducks* These taken from the new Birth by Sleep images.


Finally, a girl Keyblader! *cheers* (Kairi doesn't count, she's not playable.)


They look like they're having fun. XD


This one is my favorite.

Also, the DC council has voted to allow same-sex marriage in the district! YAY! *dances* On the other spectrum, a bunch of bishops-priests-and-whatnot have gotten together to make a Manhattan Declaration - just in case we'd forgotten that they still frown on that sort of thing. Here's the part that made me lol:

... the reason every civilization in history has defined marriage between men and women, is that society has a lot at stake in preserving continuity, in a wholesome way. It's quite clear that when men and women who have sex and make babies stay together. It's better for their children, and it's better that children grow up with their moms and dads -- and that's why societies have defined marriage, to protect making babies.

OH YOU WACKY FOLKS. Guys, I'm a history-degree dropout, and even I can come up with at least three reasons right off the bat why the above is a giant crock of bantha poodoo.

You guys, if this is the best the traditional-marriage crowd has to offer, I am no longer worried.

ALSO. Thank you, Rusty, for the e-cookie! And to whoever who gave me the e-chicken soup. ^_^

Well, the snow's finally stopped. *peers out of window* After listening to the weather people, I was expecting a few flakes mixed in with all the rain - certainly nothing that would stick. Final verdict? Six inches of fluffy white stuff, easy. (That despairing cry you hear is the county's public school students going 'It couldn't have held off until tomorrow?'.)

It was really nice watching it come down this morning, not that I had a lot of time to watch with work and all. Big fat fluffy snowflakes, perfect for playing in. It's basically what you think of when you imagine a white Christmas. *slightly less Grinchy*

So! In that spirit, have one of those all-I-want-for-Xmas meme things that have been making the rounds. A bit late, but as you will see, it doesn't matter all that much.

( The Rules, for those who have been living under a rock the past couple of weeks. )

My list:
1. A low-stress, preferably not-People-heavy (but I repeat myself) job that will pay me enough to live on. If it's a second job that I can fit in around my current gig, that's cool, but for preference I'd like to have a few afternoons/evenings free to write and chat.
2. A little apartment of my own. If it's warm, clean and all the appliances work, I'll be happy, even if it's only one room in a basement somewhere. (Actually, a basement would be perfect, 'cause that way I could stomp around doing DDR without bothering anyone below me.)
3. A gold chocobo. Less maintenance required than an airship, and I could ride him all around the world visiting everybody! ...Plus, y'know, choco. ^____^
4. A Keyblade. I got some darkness to fight off, yo.
5. A modern Transformers movie with a decent story. I hate to admit it, but yeah, Bay can't do a decent narrative to save his soul. And his portrayal of women makes Frank Miller look progressive.
6. Some brain rewiring, so I can a) get shed of this freaking depression, and b) quit procrastinating so damn much.
7. A little sense of self-worth, pursuant to the above.
8. A stronger heart, likewise.
9. Magic powers and/or Materia. I'm not picky what, although a Haste/Stop/Slow would be useful.
10. Some muscle, which is about as likely as the above.

...Why yes, that was a little passive-aggressive of me. x_x

Do you think people in Africa say 'when you hear hoofbeats, think zebras, not horses'?

So, I've had Kingdom Hearts: 358/2 Days in my possession for a little over twenty-four hours now, and my left thumb is already threatening to shrivel up and drop off. Which probably means I'm Doing It Wrong, but eh, what else is new. ...I think I like this game. ^_^ (Xion is a badass.)

Also: I got these 5Q's from (lj)jlsigman a long time ago and am only now getting around to answering them. One step at a time. XD

( You know the drill. ) Question me or my headcast, at your pleasure.

*trots out onstage carrying a pack of posterboard and a Sharpie*

*writes carefully, making the Sharpie go squeak*

Sign: "This is to let you all know that I am ill."

*tosses posterboard aside, making it go whumph on the stage; starts writing on the next one, squeaksqueak*

Sign: "My throat is very very sore and I cannot speak above a croak."

*whumph, squeaksqueaksqueak*

Sign: "I will be spending most of the day on the couch."

*whumph, squeaksqueaksqueak*

Sign: "If you are waiting for a ficlet or comment from me, rest assured..."

*whumph, squeaksqueaksqueak*

Sign: "...I will deliver; just not right now."

*whumph, squeaksqueaksqueak*

Sign: "Thanks for your patience."

*collects fallen posterboard, bows to audience, trots offstage*

Well, another Black Friday, and nobody's been trampled to death by crazed shoppers as far as I've heard. Of course, the day's not over yet. (...I've really turned into a misanthrope the last month or so, and it seems like the start of the holiday season has really exacerbated it. I'm kinda worried about this.)

Of course, I really can't complain. I'm no more immune to a few bucks off Stuff I Don't Really Need than the next person, I just indulge my inner rabid consumer on the Internet. Although it must be said that Amazon does not play fair in this regard: I went on the site to get some CDs for my mom, and it waved 358/2 Days with eight bucks off at me. With fifteen minutes left to snag it. Dear readers, there are many temptations I can resist, but that was just dirty tactics.

*sigh* Ah well. Ten days 'til pretty boys in black cloaks on my DS, so I guess I can deal.

1. Tory's Meat Man freaked me right the hell out. Something about the hipbones sticking out under the skin like that. *shudder* ...On a related subject, NEVER GOING DEEP-SEA DIVING NEVER EVER.

2. Okay, Jessie's cute, I like her. ^_^

3. Adam was so totally channeling Sephiroth on that last bit, it's amazing. If my Fluffiroth muse wasn't awake and yammering at me already, this would have woken him up. ...On a related subject, I need those boots.

Give me a pairing and an emotion, and I will write you at least two paragraphs of pure and glorious and entirely shameless SMUT for it. You can toss up as many prompts as you like, but I'll only guarantee one response per requester.

Ganked from (lj)artoni.

- I just typoed 'Phantom of the Opera' as 'Phantom of the Opry.' Interesting AU, that.

- Am marathoning Ouran Host Club - just found out that Haruhi wants to be a lawyer. Guess what I'm crossing it over with now. Go ahead, guess.

- At work I spent half an hour blow-drying a bobcat. The bobcat was unappreciative.

Yes... yes.

Now I remember what it feels like. To see everything so clearly, what sparks are fanned into flame and what glorious conflagrations must follow. To feel the words flow from me like water, if I may mix my metaphors.

*embraces Optimus and Megatron and snuggles them close* Thank you, boys. ^_____^

Damn, I regret having to go to bed. Curse this weak human flesh of mine!

(It's cold and rainy over here, ugh. How's the weather where you are? If it's nice, can I come over?)

Today I did some paperwork for a local clinic (gotta get back on them mood-adjusting pills!), finished one of the springkink prompts I failed on last round, and skipped my workout because oh my sweet mercy everything hurts. Which is probably a positive sign (as I learned from elementary school on: if it's not painful and humiliating, it's not exercise), but all the same, I think I'll rest my weary old bones today.

( We all hate it when chicks complain about their weight. )

I love you, Adam and Jamie.

Also, I need a pattern for Kari's scarf. Need.

That is all.

I gave myself a massive leg cramp playing Drop the Bomb on Standard mode. Aaaagh. *is still limping* It's my own fault, I was getting frustrated so I pushed myself too far. It feels like I'm getting weaker when I should be getting stronger. x_x

Whining over. Now for the fun stuff.

It took a while, but I promised you all a betentacle'd Roddy, didn't I? ;D That's Sideswipe and Sunstreaker in the background, btw, in case you can't tell.

"...Centuries later, the Autobot population would give him a new title of sorts: 'who mourns Decepticons,' roughly translated. What they didn't know was that he went to the crypts to visit one marker in particular."

And lastly: wtf?



I'm crossing the Lifestreams! XDDD

I shorted out the stove today. Spilled a little instant-ramen broth on the controls, and zap! That was all she wrote. Lucky thing I figured out how to unplug the whole shebang, or we'd have a smoking crater for a house right now, and then who'd feed the fish? Still, we are left stove-less until Dad fixes things.

I think the next level of fail is to set something on fire. This is why I really should stay out of the kitchen. -_-

On the subject of Winterthing presents (NOOOOOOOOOOooooo....), I think I'll be giving out skibbles or something this year. I about killed myself crocheting something for everyone last year, and I'm pretty sure everyone's sick of yarnthings anyway. ;P I'd do baked goods, but, well, see above re: kitchen fail.

So, I emailed my former professors at OIP&T hoping to get a recommendation towards a brand-new college. The emails were returned as undeliverable. Went to the website to see what's up.

Turns out, the programs I graduated from? Don't exist anymore.

This is not a good sign.