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Entries for March, 2007

March 1st, 2007

you're just in time for an animatic

I am now officially caught up on class work. I believe the appropriate emoticon is o/ .

On Tuesday I handed in overdue studies for H&H, and today I handed in keyframes, movement roughs, charachter turnaround, and a really overdue animation for C Dev.

Only to be assigned more big-project work.

Blaaa-aarrg.


(PS: DeathNote fucking sucks.)

rurounibug ; 06:31 PM|fine, ignore me

March 3rd, 2007

I think I need a venn diagram

On the CA voter registration form, under Race, there are ticky boxes for both Asian and Filipino/a.

Not that it makes a difference to me, as I am a) not Filipino, and b) not ticking a race box at all, yo. I'm just curious what the distinction is, since as far as I know the Philippines are part of Asia.

rurounibug ; 04:25 PM|1 replies

March 3rd, 2007

this must be what its like to get old

My mom says that the only reason I'm stressed out is because for years I just skipped along my merry way all 'la la la' without things ever going wrong, so that when I do have to deal with something I think its a huge deal, when anyone with a brain and/or common sense would just think of it as an inconvinience.

(it is not really TMI)


. . . . I think this blog sometimes channels a lot more of my weirdness that the world really needs to see.

rurounibug ; 08:53 PM|6 replies

March 4th, 2007

notes from the other side

I posted my fic links to LJ, and while I was at it, rambled a while.

As this is my main journal, I thought I'd re-post it here, because this is where people cheered me on through NaNo, and might actually be interested in the stories that the NaNo fic spawned.

(this is about the fic called 'My Sister Loves the Moonlight')

The story itself is here.

And the original fiction chapter index is here.

rurounibug ; 05:36 PM|fine, ignore me

March 4th, 2007

tech master

You may have noticed that I finally managed to make entries posted on the same day appear under one date header, instead of with a date for each post.

(why, comments boxes, why?)

ETA3: All done. Thank you , biey.

rurounibug ; 06:01 PM|1 replies

March 4th, 2007

well . . . Yeah.

rurounibug ; 09:58 PM|fine, ignore me

March 5th, 2007

this looks like a post on models, but is not

Last night I watched that Top Model show. Sort of watched. Anyway, thats not the point.

(in which the topic is hypocrisy, and not actually Tyra Banks)

I can't believe the media reaction--that I saw, anyway--to her outburst was 'hurrah, you go girl', and not: Put up, or shut up, Tyra.


PS. Some men look really fine in dresses. Goes to show what her panel knows.

rurounibug ; 03:09 PM|3 replies

March 6th, 2007

the dark side is seductive

So I've started using my LJ again in the last few days--though I'm still not really all that sure about it, because theres people who have me friended there who might not be all that into, y'know, video-game based porn.

I know; how could one not be?

It's a mystery to me too.

But not only that, I am right at this moment creating a del.icio.us account to further spam the internet with my fics organize all my recs, because rifling back through the archives is kinda hit-or-miss, and I end up re-reading old posts and fixing typos.


PS: I am baskerv on del.icio.us. No one will ever connect this to 'baskerville'. I'm liek, so undercover, beyotch.

rurounibug ; 03:30 PM|fine, ignore me

March 7th, 2007

My marker drew this without me.

Double ended pen/brushpen.

I like the first one better. The guy's coat was hard to draw, and by the time I got to the chair I was just too lazy.

rurounibug ; 01:09 AM|14 replies

March 7th, 2007

OMGOMG, yo

So the bank finally sent me my new card. It only took them since November.

What this means is, that I finally have the funds and the methods to place an online order for The Shiny Precious.

But now that I can get it, (And really, it would be very helpful for class. Mouse drawing texture maps =/= win.) I'm like "That is many, many cups of coffee, yo. And an awful lot of pizza."

On the other hand . . . shiiiinyyyyy~.

*frets*

rurounibug ; 05:23 PM|3 replies

March 8th, 2007

important question

Vicks Vaporub=Tiger Balm=Balsem.
Y/N?

A couple of days ago, while I was doing nothing more strenuos than lying on the couch watching the tee-vee, my leg started to ache for no reason at all other than to be a bitch. It's mostly better now, and I think I must have done something stupid to my knee. I'm not the most sitting-still person--as my downstairs neighbor can probably attest to. I dread the day she comes up here to tell me to quit fucking bouncing around. I imagine it would be embarassing like being caught arguing with yourself. (What? I don't do that.)

Whatever the hell it was, though, its mostly gone other than an achiness under my knee, but what this story is actually about is my changing relationship with Balsem, the Indonesian cure-all.

Cold? Balsem! Muscle ache? Balsem! Upset stomach? Balsem! Headache? I'm sure theres a way to get Balsem to work on that, too.

If we could combine it somehow with tea--which I don't see happening, really, as tea is ingested, and Balsem topical--we would have a cure of staggering potency.

When I was a kid, Balsem was The Stink To End All Stink. It smells, actually, pretty much like Vicks Vaporub--Which is what led me to slather Vicks on my leg, and actually, it says "muscle ache" on the tub. Huh--and anytime there was a trip of any sort (bus, plane, long car ride) that involved people not in my uber-Westernised immediate family unit, that Balsem smell would come wafting from somewhere.

But a few months ago, when I had a bad chest cold, I was huddled on my couch being msierable and pathetic and thought, I really wish I had some Balsem. WHich is how I ended up with the Vicks, as the local shop does not carry Tiger Balm. (Closest likely equivalent I could think of.)

And right now, my clothes smell of Balsem like woah, because when I say 'slathered on my knee' I mean slathered.

I am surprised by how that Smell of Super Stink now just seems cozy and comforting and warm and OMGWHATISWRONGWITHME?!

If the next time you see me, I'm like, wearing batik or something, go for help, 'kay?

rurounibug ; 06:12 PM|10 replies

March 9th, 2007

it's not you, and it's no one you know

So, theres this LJ I occasionally read, but almost never respond on--I mean, I have once or twice, but doubt I will again--who has interesting topics, but over time I realised the journal drives me freaking nuts.

Just, look, if you consider yourself a writer, and ramble on about the state of your "writerbrain" and wax poetic about how you "weave story all night long" or whatever, maybe you'd want to consider not using the acticon "*nods*" quite so generously, because really you're coming across as someone with a distracting tick.

"I dropped the kid off at school." *nods*

No, really. Picture that. Who the hell nods after a simple statement like "I dropped my kid off at school?" Are you not sure whether you did or not? Uncertain where in fact you did drop the kid? Is this like my, "I think the midterm is on Tuesday. *nods* Yeah. I'm pretty sure."

IT'S 9PM, DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOUR KID IS?

Or maybe it is a tick, and you're like those pre-teen LJ kids who type out things they're supposedly saying to someone in RL: "Wait a minute. Okay. Sorry about that. As I was saying . . . ."

And y'know, the sappy melodramatics in "I wove story all night long" is inself kinda cringe-worthy. You might want to consult your 'writer brain' because I reckon it should have caught that.

And okay, yes, I suck, and probably my entries are just as clumbsy (Actually, I know they are. My archives are a wellspring of embrassment and cringing wtf-ish-ness.) and my stories ramble, then end by miraculous deus ex machina that I try to pass off as 'cunning twists', but hey. At least I don't pretend otherwise.

Now I am going to go make some dinner. *nods*

rurounibug ; 10:27 PM|fine, ignore me

March 10th, 2007

windows to the soul(less)

R: creepyass doll for you
R: http://orz.4chan.org/cgl/src/1173391241484.jpg

bart: I always hover the yim box over the pic as it loads
bart: >___>
bart: theres a movie out
bart: about this lady who is killed
bart: and her 200 ventriliquist dolls come to life
bart: it would be ridiculous and B-movie funny
bart: except I had to hide behind the couch during the entire trailer

R: so it wasn't ridiculous and funny so much as AAAAAAAAAA THEYRE ALIVE

bart: I don't know how it actually comes across
bart: as soon as I heard "200 ventriliquist dolls" I knew what was up and dove for cover.
bart: And stuck fingers in my ears and yelled, "OMG THAT IS SO WRONG" over and over
bart: because seriously LIVING DOLLS WTF?!!

R: you're really not as tough as you try and tell people
R: considering all it takes to pwn you is porcelain figure

bart: I don't tell people I'm tough
bart: PLEASE SAVE ME FROM THE LIVING DOLLS

R: http://img.dreamofdoll.com/co_img006/hsh933/etc/ira%20S%20(4)_1.jpg

bart: why do you hurt me?


Honestly, neither of those dolls linked are even that creepy. He's sent worse to my inbox. Much, much worse. I'd post them for you, but I deleted them right away so they couldn't get me.

rurounibug ; 01:34 AM|fine, ignore me

March 11th, 2007

fandom by venn diagram

A little backstory for those what do not play on the LJ. A whole damn week ago, some kid posted about how fandom is like high school, the BNFs (Big Name Fans aka the Cool Kids) were like the mean girls and then tried to bring about the revolution by posting a how-to-commnet manifesto.

The wanksplosion is still echoing on, across several fandoms, (and I am heartbroken that the OP was underage, and therefore not open game for fandom_wank. Because it would have been so, so beautiful.) and brought surrealphantast to point out via venn diagram, why certain fandoms are more prone to wank and BNF tirany than others.

rurounibug ; 02:57 AM|fine, ignore me

March 11th, 2007

patriarchy is biblically sound, says feminist--tabulas remix

Over here, lainie posts about a blog entry by minishorts, ironically titled "Celebrating International Women's Day" in which minishorts does everything but celebrate women.

I read it, lol, and take it to LJ.

Which is where my post on it is. Because Jesus.

It wouldn't even be so bad, if her other posts didn't also ooze gender-based vitriol. I mean, calling emotional guys 'she-males' is just gender-shaming in a way that is nasty and petty and just fucking entitled, not to mention misogynistic.

Or maybe, he IS a girl after all, notable from the bitching that's apparently overflowing in his verbal vomit.

Yeah. I got nothing.

rurounibug ; 07:33 PM|fine, ignore me

March 12th, 2007

ich kanst es auch

So, the other day, following a link from metafandom, I found a whole discussion going on, mostly in German, and found that with a couple of passes and some loud sounding out, I could figure out enough of the words of to decipher that, "Oh, this poster does not write fanfic," and "This one likes her porn in French."

I was a little surprised to find my pronounciation didn't suck as hard as I thought it did. This is a weird thing, as I don't ever speak in German. Ever. My mother and granmother would speak to us in German, especially if they were an inch away from killing us and dumping us in the woods ("Mein liebe mensch! Varumm hast sie {insert childhood sin here}?! Must ich dich {insert motherly/granmotherly threat here}?") but we would answer in English. ("You'll have to catch me first! {unwise 'neener neener' jeering optional}")

I was a little pleased.

I don't think my neighbors' were, though, to have someone going "Ich . . . Ich hast . . . hast . . . Damn." loudly, at 2am.

(Though its not nearly a bad as when I was playing Shadow of the Colossus and yelling "Motherfucker! Motherfucker!" at the screen at about the same ungodly time of night, and having forgotten to close my windows.)

rurounibug ; 02:40 PM|2 replies

March 14th, 2007

3/14

Happy Pi day!

rurounibug ; 11:09 PM|fine, ignore me

March 15th, 2007

please share the toys

I want all the people I like to like each other, and just hate the people I hate. Is that too much to ask?

PS. The people I'm neutral about, you can sort either way. Just fill me in, and I'll re-classify them accordingly.*


*You think I'm kidding, but I'm not. I've totally done this. Theres some folks I quite strongly dislike just as a matter of es-ka.

rurounibug ; 12:02 AM|3 replies

March 15th, 2007

do it for me

IT'S TWO AM IS YOUR MIDTERM DONE YET?

. . . mine's not. T_____T


And it's due in the morning.

rurounibug ; 01:45 AM|fine, ignore me

March 16th, 2007

couple accused of being in same-sex marriage

So, one of Lainie's trolls left very similar, possibly trolly comments in both my LJ and Lainie's tabulas. But Lainie got a link to a news article and I did not.

I feel so less significant.

Zulfiqri Zakaria is representing Mohd Sofian, 40, whose birth certificate bears the name Mazinah Mohamad, and who married Zaiton Aziz, 43, in December 2002.

I can't tell from the article exactly whats going on in that story, since I don't access Malaysian news that often. My first reaction would be to say its a transgender case, but I wonder if thats even possible in Malaysia?

I wouldn't have thought one could get hormones, etc in Malaysia.


(It's kind of odd how I have zero clue of the political status of anything queer in SEAsia.)

rurounibug ; 04:05 AM|5 replies

March 16th, 2007

btw,

My LJ has a post containing almost all the photobucket pics that have been posted in this tabulas.

In one giant, maginificent post.


And looking at it, I realize . . . wow, I'm really, really lazy. It's almost all line figures on empty backgrounds. I should be shamed, but I'm more like 'meh'.

rurounibug ; 04:14 AM|4 replies

March 16th, 2007

whoa, photoclass!

So today in digiphoto class, we got back our midterm quiz, on which all but five people scored C or below. The instructor then told us about the bell curve for about ten minutes, but when I said it wasn't really, because there was only one less F than Cs, and really it was more like camel back curve, he said that, well, the sample was too small and if blended into the rest of humanity we would surely fall on a bell curve.

I did not mention that the rest of humanity is not in the class, and did not take the quiz.

Seriously, if almost half your class is failing (D and below), you cannot blame the students for "not trying hard enough". There is obviously something wrong in the teaching method.

It was really odd that for someone so mad at our performance, he also did everything he could to sabotage us, from refusing to give any information about the test (length, format, covered material, etc), to misleading us on material by covering a lot of term definitions prior to the quiz date (and then weighting the quiz on other things), to writing really bizarre test questions:

Q: What fstop and shutter speed and ISO would you use in [brief description of shot conditions and time]

I told him it was a little ambigous, because at the time of day described (sunset) the light can differ quite a lot, and it would depend on a lot of variables that werent stated.

Him: Oh, I wasn't looking for exact numbers, just a rationale as to what you should do and why.

THEN WHY DID YOU ASK FOR THE FREAKING NUMBERS?! ASPHGSBDFBthps

Of course in other questions, he asked for precise numbers and wanted the exact ones, as shown on a handout I hadn't memorized, because he wouldn't tell us what was going to be tested.

It all pissed off my friend Lettie, who, when the instructor told us he was a mentor, told the instructor mentoring was a two way street and you couldn't just call yourself one, unless your student thought you were a mentor as well. And she certainly did not consider him one.

Lettie: When he gave my test back, his face was so red. He was really pissed. Haha.
Me: I thought he was going to throw you out the fucking window.

Which would at least have made class a lot more exciting.

rurounibug ; 11:26 PM|fine, ignore me

March 21st, 2007

to edit or watch TV instead

I think I mentioned--somewhere, anyway--that chapter three of Pieces is 27 pages long. I know a lot of that could, and should, be cut out, but whenever I open it the length of the thing just intimidates me to he point that the next thing I know I'm putting a DVD in the PS2.

If it wasn't for that one person hitting my ficpress account for it every day, I might not even bother, but whenever I check my stats, and the hit count has, yet again, increased by one, or two hits, I feel a little pang of guilt.

Shame. It's what keeps me going. =P

rurounibug ; 12:43 AM|1 replies

March 23rd, 2007

bottle of happy

So, I had this thing yesterday, never mind what, but I got prescribed 20 vicodins "just in case". I only took two, yesterday, y'know, just in case. But today, the bitty, bitty discomfort I'm in doesn't even warrant tylenol.

It's almost dissapointing, because turns out the vicodin makes me sleepy and comfortable and relaxed, and just generally content and peaceful. So I now have a whole bottle of blissed-out that I have no excuse to take and am probably gonna flush down the toilet as soon as I'm a hundred percent sure I'm not in line for a delayed pain reaction or something.

On a side note, my mom called, and when I asked her if she knew whether vicodin had any side effects, she said, "I've never had it, but it's what House takes."

Oh, well. If House takes it . . . ^__^;;;

So, I spent yesterday napping in the sun with my dog, who is always willing to help people out with heavy duty tasks like that, and when the sleepy-happy wore off, I edited around 20 pages of chapter three while watching DVDs.

And today I made this icon:




Because I obviously have nothing to do this break. Nothing like a giant animation assigment or anything like that. Not at all . . . .


ETA: Thank you for not telling me how ugly everything that comes through my pshop is. OH GOD ARE YOU ALL LAUGHING AT ME BEHIND MY BACK??! I really have to figure out how to adjust my monitor.

rurounibug ; 08:04 PM|2 replies

March 24th, 2007

feedback request

How's the background look now?
Better, worse, too dark, too light, too contrasty, too flat?

Anything you say helps me adjust my freakishly weird monitor.

Before (left) and after (right) messing with the screen:

rurounibug ; 04:19 PM|fine, ignore me

March 24th, 2007

Get back on the wagon, Grasshopper.

For a while now I've been eyeing the Kendo dojo down the road with more than casual intent. I looked them up online and asked kendoka communities what they could tell me about it ("Very good. Ask them if you can start now.") and checked what equiptment would cost down the road, and generally made like a filthy procrastinator and researched until I couldn't think of another damn thing I could look up.

So, finally, I wrote them an email. I'm still waiting for a response. I check my email like a kid checks the clock on Christmas eve.

Well, not really, but you get the general idea.

I've been missing martial arts--and sports in general, really--for a while, but also I've been feeling generally crappy and while my uncle's silat-ish Super Haji Fitness system is very much maximum return, minimal effort, I'm really not disiplined enough to stick to it on my own.

I don't just want the exercise, I want the organisation, and--hell--people.

Also, I like things where you get to bash folks.

Anyway, I "fell off the silat wagon"--as my uncle says--several months ago, mainly because I'm too damn lazy to clear enough space on my floor. Yesterday, I opened up my email, and there was a mail from my uncle, titled: Fitness System.

HOW THE HELL DOES HE KNOW?! o___O

Actually, my uncle claims to know by looking at one:

Uncle: I see you've fallen off the silat wagon.
Me: . . . no.
Uncle: Hah! I can tell. I can tell just by looking at you.

Either that was a lucky shot in the dark, or my uncle's third eye is something to be reckoned with.

Anyway, I thought I'd show the first part of the email, which I'll copy paste:

Wrists Fully Extended Out
Wrists Fully Extended In
Iron Bird
Elbow Shoulder Stretch 180 Degrees or Less
Ravana Side to Side With Rotation To the Back

Because it is hilarious when I compare it to the instructions I wrote out myself:




Obviously, I need step-by-step visual aides.

rurounibug ; 06:22 PM|fine, ignore me

March 25th, 2007

days into spring

My brothers were both born in the winter. I'm the only one of us born after spring begins. Officially speaking, anyway. Theres still more than enough snow on the ground in March in upstate NY to be considered, for all intents and purposes, winter.

Here by the Bay, its still a little chilly if the night is clear.

I've been in America since I was 20.

In Indonesia, the rainy season should be clearing out, but with downpours and possible floods continuing through April. Spring is a meaningless word in a land where the seasons are divided only into "dry" and "rainy".

I miss the sun and proper rain and the smell of old wood and sun baked dust, and silence. I wouldn't think quiet had a smell, but it clings to the clothes from my suitcase, unworn since Christmas because it's been too cold for them.

When I was 16, leaving for Australia for boarding school, I had this feeling that it would be a long time before I could come home for keeps. That I would spend a long time, wanting it more than anything, but heading everywhere but, because of things I wanted to do, or see, or learn, because theres nothing in Jakarta for me, really, but my family and that I love the place.

Sometimes it rains, a pathetic patter on my window thats disgustingly cold despite that, and I wonder if I should ever have left at all. But what would I be doing if I'd stayed? Who would I be now if I hadn't left then?

I miss the rain, and the old wood of my father's house, and the way the quiet is heavy and thick in the middle of the night.

I don't feel a year older, just a year farther from home.

rurounibug ; 10:30 PM|4 replies

March 26th, 2007

show us your tits!

I like reading forums and blogs about comics. Specifically, on the writing, drawing and charachterization of comics, and not so much the what-is-Nightwing-up-to-this-week aspect of them.

So, rifling through the Girl-wonder.org's forums I founf a thread on the burqa, sparked off by the a Marvel charachter's wearing of the garment.

(boobs are dirty)

Unless you're willing to walk around with your private parts hanging out, maybe you shouldn't be so quick so pity/be disgusted by/wish to educate/disagree with people who don't want to reveal parts they consider private.

(Also, disagree? WTF? Do I get to disagree about you choosing to wear a shirt? Yeah, I didn't think so.)

Just sayin'

Or, hey, look at this post about a movement to support topless women, and notice how in the top post, despite declaring this:

You Have the Right to Remain Topless! I believe women must have equal rights as men. How come men can go around topless without a cop stopping them while women can't?

a couple of paragraphs down, it also says:

I thought it might Not be Safe For Work [NSFW] to post the images here, so I uploaded them to Flickr.


ETA: I know the Girl-Wonder thread and Girls Read Comics article was about the incongruity between what the charachter says about her clothing, and how she actually wears it. This rant was more sparked by the discussion than actually about it, or in reaction to it.

rurounibug ; 04:20 PM|fine, ignore me

March 26th, 2007

[original][blackbirds] A Taste Like Ashes [2/??][PG13]

I'm still not really sure where this is going. Or, actually, I know where it's headed, but I'm not entirely sure how to get there, or pull it off the way I want to.

part one
original fic index
the story on ficpress, though it might take a bit for the update to show up on the site.

(A Taste Like Ashes {part 2})

This one's in shorter chapters, but having something to post keeps me enthusiastic about writing this story, but also editing the Chapter of Doom from Pieces.

Also, I'm always surprised how severa pages on msword looks like nothing over at fpress. Darn. Theres nothing like shrinking the scrolly bar to make one feel accomplished.

rurounibug ; 09:14 PM|fine, ignore me

March 27th, 2007

best opening line in a fic

I think there should be awards for the opening lines of fics. A good beginning is very important, after all.

If there were such an award, I would vote for

Legolas woke to the smell of bacon.

Though it opens chapter three, so I don't know if it really counts as a first line. It's a pity, because I think that's an awesome beginning.

rurounibug ; 04:20 PM|fine, ignore me

March 30th, 2007

the dreams you dream

Today in class, I was telling my friend about how my dreams have plots, but someone always wakes me up before the ending of the really good ones, and it's not like you can rent a DVD to see how it comes out.

Me: And my dreams don't even recur, so its really obnoxious.
Me: I always have the same nightmares, though.
Me: Where I'm in class, and some giant project is due--

E: And you don't have it--

Me: And as the instructor is coming around, I'm, like, trying to piece something together from bits and pieces of random crap from the bottom of my bag--

E: But it's all like unrelated shit from two semesters ago--

Me: Like color and design swatches--

E: So there you are with five minutes to do a two months project and all you have is this handful of crap and a stapler.

Me: Glad it's not just me.

E: I really hate those dreams.

rurounibug ; 12:57 AM|fine, ignore me

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