should become castaway

“And sometimes this Blog is just a diary, or a reminder. You forget the things you were certain you would always remember, especially the tiny things, and all too often they’re the things that matter.”
Neil Gaiman, December 1, 2006

I know he said that in reference to his daughter, but dang I still love how he writes.

My teacher said in class: she’s lived in Michigan, where it snows, and when she was moving to California she thought, oh yay, the sun is always out! But it’s so cold here! Not outside, but inside. Her husband said “we have to go get sweaters!”

Hah, yeah, no one heats (public) buildings around here. >_> My mom’s even got the thermostat at home down to 66° since last winter. I never even gave that a second thought. Do other places heat to a comfortable level during the winter?

Yesterday I forgot to turn off the heater (we don’t have a thermostat) in the morning, so it was on pretty high all day until I got home at 5:30. Hidek and his friend had the windows open since they don’t know how to work the heater. -.- So I don’t have the heater on now, and I’m wearing a tank top, shirt, thermal top, sweatshirt, leggings, and sweatpants. Still a little cold though.

Wednesday night it was really cold. I think it went down to 42° while we were checking the weather. Thursday morning there was ice on my car! Only the rear window, but still! This one site Hidek’s friend checked said that average and record temperatures in SLO are more extreme than temperatures in Berkeley/Davis. O_o I understand the highs; they’re more north, so naturally it’s cooler. But the lows! How in the world can we get colder than the Bay area??? They get fog! It rains often there! We’re in what’s called the Gold Coast. (I think it’s a just marketing/tourist gimmick though.)

Last night I stayed up til 1:30 am working on my blog. XD; Moved the last of the pMachine entries to WordPress. No more pMachine floating around uselessly on my domain anymore, woohoo! Installed plugins for tags and weighted tags and for weighted categories. So now you’ll see those around.

ezboard board

Wow. I was thinking of my Homestead account, which I had thought I couldn’t use … because of ActiveX controls or whatever … *waits for the search hits on “ActiveX” to rise up again* … but I can use it on Firefox! I just had to stop being stubborn and allow Homestead to store their cookie on my computer. haha. So. Yeah. Wow. I had lots of old images there. Most of it was requests for Evanescence graphics … I wish people would make requests for graphics on ev_layouts again. pooh. (Yeah, I go through one period where I prefer graphics editing, then another where I’d much rather code layouts …) But some of them were used waaaay back when on ezboard. :O

So. Yeah. That lead to me replacing all the broken images on my board. Then I rearranged things … deleted forums … went through some old topics and deleted some … I’ve decided that there are things there I want to save, so I’m going to weed through the rest of the topics there and save the funny/weird/memorable ones. heehee.

Yeah … I spent, I think, maybe three hours on that … how sad. ehehe.

“don’t worry, I get hyper from weird things too. like Trowa being used as a human dart. WAHAHA!!”
8/4/00 10:21 pm

I am probably the only one laughing … oh well! *laughs*

finished Count of Monte Cristo

I finished Count of Monte Cristo. ^-^ Soo good. XD Yay! Now I get to watch the movie again! >.> If I ever do get around to watching anything.

Hey! I just realized something. I’m gonna miss Dead Like Me again this week! *cries* Last week George got a friend … and I missed it. And I don’t even know what’s gonna happen this week. O_o That’s sad.

“A weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark, which is why you see such a cloudy sky.”

“There is neither happiness nor unhappiness in this world; there is only the comparison of one state with another. Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.”

Both from Count of Monte Cristo. Of course. :b I dunno. I just thought they were interesting.


Went to get my eyes checked today. Read a good bit of Count of Monte Cristo there. ^-^ My doctor said he tried reading it once, after this list of books came out that showed the minimum titles needed to be read to be considered literate. Err … dunno how to put that any better. He said after three months, he resigned himself to being an idiot. XD And now he reads Harry Potter. :P

Last night I read Preludes & Nocturnes. Wai wai, so cooool! ^___^ And then I got to meet Death in issue #8. W00T!!! XD

Super-cali-fragil-istic-expi-ali-docious. Utterly fantabulous word, huh? It means, y’know, great. Wonderful. Ginchy. Gnarly. Peachy Keen!

That was my feeble attempt at recreating comic’s lettering technique. ^^;; Ah well.

Death: “… gets me down, too. Mostly they aren’t too keen to see me. They fear the sunless lands. But they enter your realm each night withought fear.”
Dream: “And I am far more terrible than you, my sister.”

Dream is uber cool too. :D

“I find myself wondering about humanity. Their attitude to my sister’s gift is so strange. Why do they fear the sunless lands? It is as natural to die as it is to be born. But they fear her. Dread her. Feebly they attempt to placate her. They do not love her.”

So said Dream. ^_^ Ooh, then in the recap in The Doll’s House, Neil Gaiman said, “… the Dream Lord is of the Endless, the race that are not Gods (for Gods die, when their believers are gone, but the Endless will be here when the last God has gone beyond the Realm of Death, and into non-existance)….” American Gods! :D:D

Hm, I wonder if God saves copies of other gods like he saves the ideas of fairies and leprachauns and unicorns …

Now I’ve got 12 more graphic novels to buy. >D #3–10 of The Sandman series, the two sidestories about Death, a collection of short stories about each of the Endless, and this comic about Japanese fables that Gaiman wrote and Yoshitaka Amano illustrated. *_* Must haave!

pink layouts, emperors, and a Sandman quote

You know what’s odd? I’ve been to … three different bookstores, and all three had only one volume of The Sandman series, and not the same one, either. And most definitely not the first one, either, otherwise I’d have it. >:

Today I finished the new layout for my diary (which you are still not allowed to read, SM00). I think I got tired of the black and darkness of the Tsuda layout, because this one’s PINK, and has white text. Well, it’s kind of a salmon/red pink. Not too bad, I don’t think. I don’t really know, I don’t hate pink, so I can’t tell if it’s bad or not. The only thing I don’t like is that I needed almost 15 images to make the layout, and I used div layers. ^^’ I’ve got a policy for my diary: simple coding, few images, simple layouts. It’s ’cause I use Netscape 4.5 (or is it 4.7?) to update my diary. Ah well. Maybe I’ll get tired of it quickly.

After dinner watched The Last Emperor with Mommy. O_O Umm … Good movie. Very. Asians look kinda cute in 20s/30s styles. ^__^ I want a haircut kinda like that wannabe pilot lady. Not so short in the back, though … I’m talking about the one she had when she first showed up. I didn’t know there was a Manchuria during World War II. Saw some footage … asked Mommy, and she said it’s probably real. *shudders* She asked, “What’s worse? The killing of [I forget the number] by one person or one million killing 200,000?”

Mm. Anyway.

“Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, ‘casualties may rise to a million.’ With individual stories, the statistics become people—but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless. Look, see the child’s swollen, swollen belly, and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, his skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted, distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies’ own myriad squirming children?”
Neil Gaiman, American Gods

You know … that doesn’t make much sense to me. Of course, it can’t help that both times I read it was after midnight. But it’s still worded so nicely …