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Entries for June, 2007

June 1st, 2007

soap wars

I can't seem to post or reply on LJ at the moment. People have complained of it being slow tonight.

But I'm sure you guys don't care about the LJ adventure of the week, so instead I bring you another Tale From the Laundry Room.

I realised awhile ago that someone was nipping into my laundry detergent. Partly because it sometimes seemed lighter than it should, but mostly because I always wipe drips off the bottle and whoever is helping him/herself to it does not.

The other day I went down to the laundry room to find THE WHOLE BOTTLE gone. Not empty. GONE. A nearly full bottle, too. I'd only done 3-4 loads since buying it.

I left the perpetrator this note in the empty spot my detergent used to stand:


Dear neighbor who absconded with my detergent,

While I am sympathetic to the occasional 'borrowing' of detergent should one find oneself out of both Tide and underwear at the same time, I find the removal of an entire, nearly new bottle of the same to be somewhat excessive.

The bottle was clearly marked with the number [apartment number] and I would be much obliged if you would bring it back.

Sincerly,
[name and apartment number]


I mean, I'm all for a little neighborly sharing if someone is desperate for clean socks or something, but thats just too much.


Also, I cannot believe how much hakama for Kendo will cost. I'm at the point where I should be in one, but I look at the prices and kind of die a little.

100+ is steep for a pair of pants, yo! I know kendoka bitch all the time about people who bitch about gear costs, because skiing or bikeing cost even more, etc, etc, but DO YOU SEE ME ON SKIS OR A BIKE?

ajsdflas jasfhas asjdashdfs

Better just suck it up, I guess. Even newbs who are newbier than me have coughed up for hakama already. I am made of shame.

I would also be ten dollars closer if I wasn't having to spend that money on ANOTHER BOTTLE OF DETERGENT. Because lo, I am out of socks and the soap is not yet returned.

rurounibug ; 12:48 AM|1 replies

June 1st, 2007

It's the going for loved ones that did it. Damn you, loved ones!

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rurounibug ; 01:00 AM|fine, ignore me

June 1st, 2007

you call that Indonesian?

You can always tell when someone writing an Indonesian thing is really a bule, because they insist on calling the language "Bahasa Indonesia" or worse, "Bahasa Indonesian."

It makes me wanna smack folks.

Bahasa=Language.

We don't say "English language" every time we mention something is in English, do we? "Spanish language"?

"Do you speak German language?"
"I wrote it in Finnish language."

Yeah.

Calling it "Indonesian" instead of playing me-talk-so-native isn't going to kill you, okay?

Indonesian uses Bahasa in front of every language, to specify that one is talking about a language, and not the country itself, or its people, (Orang Indonesia, Orang Inggris, etc) as Indonesian doesn't modify like English does. (Holland-->Dutch-->Dutchman/Dutch; England-->English, and so on.) Adding "Bahasa" when you're not speaking Indonesian (and maybe Malay, I guess) IS COMPLETELY SUPERFLOUS. And also annoying as freaking hell.

Malaysian has the word 'Bahasa', too. Why can people manage to say "Malaysian", but even college courses insist on "Bahasa Indonesia" or "Bahasa Indonesian" like that "Bahasa" is part of the name of the language?

I know Indonesians casually shorten it to "Bahasa" in conversation, but thats because the "Indonesia" is implied--and a lot of Indonesian is implied. (It's a bit like when a student says he has a 'lit' class and we just assume its in english.) That doesn't mean the Bahasa is the language's name, or that is should follow it into English. The frase "Bahasa Indonesia" is also often shortened to B.Indo (read: Beh Indo or even "Beindo") or BI (Beh EE). Don't mistake casual Indonesian for the name of something. Thats just Indos loving acronyms. AND DO WE EVER!!

And while I understand the need to sometimes use the formal and/or polite forms, my bule-dar also goes off when people correct my grammar/vocab. No one--outside of tiresome speaches--speaks Indonesian the way it is taught. If one did, it would take forever, because formal Indonesian is circular and those non-modifying words you have to add specifics to? Just be glad if you don't have to sit through Indonesian speaches.

Casual Indonesian is a mish-mash of foreign words, cultural/media/current events refference, puns, word plays, and anything else it can suck up. I know someone is going to say english is like that, but it's really not, as casual Indonesian (called "gaul", which just means "social") has different words, grammar, flow, etc.

An example of this is the English word 'and' which in written Indo conversation (ie. net) has taken the place of the Indonesian 'dan', and also is often written simply as 'n'. ( As "en" already sounds kind of like "and" ) Or the English word you, usually written u, which is used because pronouns can be of dubious politeness in Indonesian, and using English is a neat sidestep should you NEED a pronoun. This also sometimes appears as u2, read "you-you", which is a play on "elo-elo" (sometimes "lo-lo pada"--"u2 pada", too-- which is like "y'all") which is itself a play on"kamu-kamu" which is a play on the general repetition rule of plurals, of which 'kamu' is an exception. The actual plural you is "kalian".)

When someone corrects the English in my Indo, or correct my sentaces by filling in all the implied words and info . . . AHAHAHAHA FEE FI FO FUM, yo.

rurounibug ; 04:55 PM|fine, ignore me

June 3rd, 2007

So theres these assasins, see? And they have a flower shop . . . .

Weiss Kreuz my first big reading fandom, and my only real writing one. This fic (and some others) survived my laptop meltdown by virtue of having been uploaded to the net, but LJ is refusing to let me update, and so thereby torment my LJflist with this fossil, so I'm slapping it up here.

This is an old fic, and I think one of the first things I ever put up on the web. It predates even my very embarassing first blogger blog, so before you ask 'whats up with all the asterisks?' let me just say there was a time before itallics. It was a dark time.

Fixing a Bug
WK
Highly trained assasins? Weiss tries to kill something.
PG13, for language

(No bugs were harmed in the making of this fic)

rurounibug ; 12:45 AM|2 replies

June 5th, 2007

wtf American Idol?

I don't remember all this fat fuss when Rubin Studdard (?) won AI. I seem to remember the phrase "cuddly teddy bear". I got up to look at the tv when my background noise went all "omg, she is so unhealthy" expecting to see a HIUGE girl.

Sparks is not even fat, wtf.

Now Rubin? Rubin was fat. And no one said "lets get him more healthy". I was even watching AI then, off and on. If I'm noticing the "get healthy" talk when I'm not following the show, I would have noticed it had it been occuring when I was watching.

rurounibug ; 04:57 PM|fine, ignore me

June 6th, 2007

What do you mean "charachter development"?

I am trying to write origific porn.
It is devolving into PLOT.


FAIL! ;_____;

rurounibug ; 03:46 AM|2 replies

June 8th, 2007

and the cats sneer at us

"I've seen a look in dogs' eyes, a quickly vanishing look of amazed contempt, and I am convinced that basically dogs think humans are nuts."

--John Steinbeck

rurounibug ; 02:57 AM|fine, ignore me

June 10th, 2007

What a Good Boy - Barenaked Ladies

When I was born, they looked at me and said,
what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said,
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl.

Weve got these chains that hang around our necks
People want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same,
When temptation calls, we just look away.

This name is the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
Bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me, be with me tonight,
I know that it isnt right, but be with me tonight.

I go to school, I write exams,
If I pass, if I fail, if I drop out,
Does anyone give a damn?
And if they do, theyll soon forget cause it wont take much for me
To show my life aint over yet.
I wake up scared, I wake up strange.
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever going to change.
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
And everything around me stays the same.

This name is the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
Bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me, be with me tonight,
I know that it isnt right, but be with me tonight.

I couldnt tell you that I was wrong,
Chickened out, grabbed a pen and paper, sat down and I wrote this song.
I couldnt tell you that you were right,
So instead I looked in the mirror,
Watched tv, laid away all night.

Weve got these chains, hang round our necks,
People want to strangle us with them before we take our first breath.
Afraid of change, afraid of staying the same when temptation calls ...

This name is the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from your brown hair.
This song is the cross that I bear,
Bear it with me, bear with me, bear with me, be with me tonight,

When I was born, they looked at me and said;
what a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy.
And when you were born, they looked at you and said;
what a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl, hey

rurounibug ; 08:14 PM|fine, ignore me

June 12th, 2007

dicebag, mine

So yesterday revena mentioned people searching for patterns for dicebags and went "Um . . . rectangles?"

I am taking this as an opportunity to refute that show off.

This is my dicebag that I wove. With my fingers. Out of leather craft thong/string/whatever its called. It came from walmart either on largish plastic spools or on small cardboard ones. This took a whole plastic spool and a portion of black small cardboard spool for the ties.

I do not, unfortunately, have a pattern as it just kind of worked out after some experimentation. It works a bit like a chain stitch in, um, embroidery, but minus cloth and needles. You just make the upper lip, then when you have the circumfrence you want, go inward in a spiral pattern, and push each loop of the chain through the already made 'link' next to it, sort of like in crotheing (sp?). Then just keep going and it sort of becomes a bag shape on it's own. Then 'stitch' the bottom closed and tie. Because of the way it's woven, you can pull and stretch it into this slouchy bag shape when its done. It'll be somewhat stiffer at first, and mine had more of a long shape than a fat slouchy shape until I worked it a bit. Also, it shed bits of leather for a while, but that went away.

The ties are just braids with the ends tucked back into the braid so as not to have a 'fringe'. I might have employed some glue to keep them there, but I don't think I did.

(pictures below)


And just in case my mention of hand weaving, crotheing, patterns and embroidery all in one post hasn't left you convinced that I am teh manly man, this is Mr. Floppy:

rurounibug ; 05:46 PM|1 replies

June 20th, 2007

NaNoWriMo, still kicking my ass seven months later.

I'm trying to finish editing my 06 NaNo before November hits. Its not going too well, because being a NaNo novel, its rife with places where I was just trying to make my word quota so I finally go to bed, OMG. Theres an entire pointless scene that is just plain crappy, but charachters that appear in it are used later to resolve some logistics problems, so to get rid of that scene I also have to re-write the resolution to the later problem. Move some charachters around, that kind of thing.

Theres whole scenes missing, like at the end where I go from WE ARE ON THE RUN, WHEEE~ to wham! YOUR SHIP IS BELONGS TO ENEMIES. (Which ties into the actual universe, since I didn't want to muck with that for NaNo, and so wrote one of the charachter's pre-story, but ended up liking that better than the story I'd had set up for not-NaNo.)

Anyway, I have to write patch scenes.

I also have to take out a plot card I played over and over and over, telling myself that I'd go back and get rid of or edit the previous usages . . . which I completely failed to do before posting chapters 1&2.

So I look at all 27 pages of chapter 3 (WTF?!) and get so intimidated that instead of editing, I just write pointless, only semi-coherent, charachter rambles that I post to comms anyway, because I have absolutely no shame. Well, that or Not-Porn.

I wish I was a better writer than I am. Maybe I should settle on porny fanart? Except my monitor is still weird, so even thats out ;___;

rurounibug ; 02:47 AM|1 replies

June 24th, 2007

my father is a strange man

I called home today, and my dad got on the phone to tell me about a dream he'd had where he came home and I was in the kitchen eating, and he was all O___O because no one had told him I was coming home and my mom had picked me up from the airport without telling him.

In his dream, I was all "hey, Dad, 'sup?" and kept on eating. "That is just like you," My dad said, over the phone, "I was so happy to see you, and I tried to give you a hug, but you just kept saying, 'Dad, I'm eating here'. Thats all you said when your old dad is trying to give you a hug."

I could tell he was working himself into a funk over it. I could hear him practically tearing up. Dad, I'm sorry I slighted you in YOUR DREAM.

I felt bad that I'd been so insensitive--y'know, in HIS DREAM--so I told him I loved him and he said, "The next time I see you, don't be so rude to your dad." I told him ok, no worries, but I'm still not entirely sure he hasn't talked himself into being annoyed at me. For being a jerk IN HIS DREAM.

And people wonder why I'm so weird. Look where I came from. -____-;;;

rurounibug ; 03:32 AM|4 replies

June 28th, 2007

cookies and milk used to fix everything

Today sucked like major suckage.

At some point I realized I should never have bothered to get out of bed this morning, but then was too stupid to do the only resonable thing: go back to bed and stay there.

I have a protein shake that tastes like those bodge milk samples we used to get at school in Indo, and that kind of helps. It's supposed to be chocolate, but it just tastes kind of fake and chalky and weird. Who knew anything in the first world could taste so crap?

I need to go cook, but I don't feel like it.

rurounibug ; 10:52 PM|1 replies

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