In the name of Justice, Love, Truth, and Food...
My world consists of anime, piano, books, sloth and gluttony. If you see any other subject matter, it's only a momentary lapse.

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Current Anime
(ordered by priority)
Boogiepop Phantom, Wolf's Rain, Crest of the Stars, .hack//sign

Currently Reading
E Pluribus Unicorn by Theodore Sturgeon

I Am Legend by Richard Mathetson

The Sirens of Titan by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

The Plague by Albert Camus

the lexfiles
mad world
sarah daisy
sterno pants
listen missy
the red zone
southern relish
tastes like chicken


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wSaturday, October 04, 2003

Doesn't Satan get annoyed with all these goth sluts trying to ask him for a damn favor through summoning? "Oh, great Satan! Help me unleash evil upon those who taunt me for working at Hot Dog on a Stick! I summon thee!"
- Darkhalf

posted by Beatriz at 8:54 PM



posted by Beatriz at 8:50 PM

wThursday, October 02, 2003

I have purple cashmere socks. I know everyone is jealous.

posted by Beatriz at 11:40 PM


Tanya Huff incorporated a rather clever progression of characters in her Keeper's Chronicles.

The first book was about the older sister Claire, her adventure in the Guest House, meeting Dean, basically served as an introduction to the reality. Her younger sister Diana only had a brief appearance near the end, and a couple of phone calls in the middle.

The second book is also a Summons to Claire, with kind of equal parts Claire and Diana.

This third one has Diana has the main character, who is actually the more powerful of the sisters. In this mythology, it's the youngest sister who has the most power. That in and of itself is a bit different, usually the strongest is the older sibling - cf Charmed and practically any medieval fantasy book that follows conventions.

"Austin, what happened to my feather duster?"
"Don't look at me."
"I thought you knew everything."
"I do. I just don't want you to look at me."- Dean and the cat Austin

posted by Beatriz at 12:13 PM

wWednesday, October 01, 2003

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Purgatory (Repenting Believers)Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Moderate
Level 2 (Lustful)Very High
Level 3 (Gluttonous)High
Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Low
Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)Low
Level 7 (Violent)Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low

Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test

posted by Beatriz at 5:20 PM



Yesterday I stopped by Borders to get a book before the dart match. They didn't have the scifi translation of Battle Royale (although they did have the manga), so I bought Long Hot Summoning by Tanya Huff, the third in the Keepers' Chronicles. I read the first two about a year and a half ago, and lent them to Braylen, who apparently enjoyed them as well.

The mother unit told me the third installment is hilarious. She meant to send it to me, but I got impatient and had nothing else to read yesterday, so I bought my own copy. $7.39 down the drain for utterly no reason except boredom.

Read about 15 pages before the match, got blasted and wound up leaving the book on the table. Luckily a teammate picked it up and I'm going to meet her tonight to get it.

In the meantime, I started Neil Gaiman's American Gods, printed up on work paper in 226 pages (two-sided, I'm not that much of a crook). On page 13 so far - and I'm not sure which book I'm going to go for once I get my hands on Long Hot Summoning. Probably the latter, it'll be a quick read and I wouldn't mind a laugh after the seriousness of The Stars My Destination (finished an hour or so ago) and Neverwhere.

While I do prefer dark stories, sometimes a bit of humor is a nice change.

posted by Beatriz at 4:17 PM

wTuesday, September 30, 2003

Silly Utopians.

My BF kingdom has a thread in the forum called "Notice Board," where they post pseudo-plans for the upcoming days. For instance, during this fake war (FW), orders for Rogues are 25% guilds, going for 3 wizards per acre (wpa) and 5 thieves per acre (tpa). For Shepherds, the goal is 20% guilds, 30% barracks (rax), 2.5 wpa and 1.5 tpa.

Today, I see this:
During this pump:

Have to send Harl 1 bushel everytime they log in.

Send Bunny a message telling her she needs to dress up as a schoolgirl and send us pics.

North Americans:
Record yourselves singing Yankee Doodle and post a link to the mp3 in these forums.

Eat some liquorice

Drink some warm beer

Return your library books (they're badly overdue)

Other Nations:
Learn to play Cricket
We're clearly a rather diverse kingdom.

posted by Beatriz at 10:19 AM

wMonday, September 29, 2003

I'm incredibly, incredibly tired. And the only person responsible for this state is myself.

First of all, I stopped working out around the time I got sick. I managed to hang on for maybe a week after I was bed-ridden with 104-degree fever, but the motivation didn't hold. And it's oh-so-true, that working out gives one energy. I'd never felt more awake, more settled and stable and ready to take on the world.

Second, I'm feeling pretty depressed. I simply could not drag myself out of bed this morning - and I wasn't even having that fantastic a dream! I wound up calling in an hour late because, well, I'd rather be sleeping than awake. Sure sign of depression.

I've been having a strange recurring nightmare over the past couple of weeks, coinciding pretty much with the time I stopped working out, eating well, and taking myself seriously. I dream that somehow, I've moved back into my parents' house in Montgomery County. No reason why, I just find myself there one day with all of my stuff, vague memories of packing everything, emptying the apartment. It's time for me to move back out again, I've got a crazy deadline to do it, I have no money saved up, ridiculous rental prices, and a hell of a time finding a place. But all I know is, I have got to get out of that house. The prevailing feeling is frustration: how could I let myself move back there without realizing it? It's going to take so much work to merely get myself back to where I was, in my own apartment in the city, out of the 'burbs.

Then I wake up, see my apartment, see my cat, and breathe the hugest sigh of relief. I've had this same dream twice this week, and that waking realization that I am on my own never fails to buoy my spirits - even if just for a moment.

A while ago, I read some of Carl Jung's Man and His Symbols, and a few of the ideas on dreams stuck with me. I don’t need any help interpreting this one, I think I have a handle on it. I’ve let myself slip back into my old bad habits – not cleaning, not working out, eating horribly, drinking heavily. I’m digging myself back into that hole I so stridently insisted I’d never return. It's all the more tragic, because I was doing really, really well for myself. I think I actually started to grow up.

And then my masochistic tendencies took over. Result: the current state of me.

So this morning I headed out late, starting Neverwhere on the walk out. Plus number 1, it's a great book, I got sucked into it right away. Plus number 2, I realized on my walk from Judiciary Square to our big pink building that it's fall.

I love autumn. Autumn is my favorite season, winter is probably my second favorite. There's something about the cooling weather, the anticipation of a cozy winter (and that week off at Christmas) spent reading, drinking hot chocolate, curled up on the couch. Not to mention that I have kick-ass fall clothes. It's too bad I can't fit in them.

Instead of being upset by that last thought this morning, I got motivated to start again. Not the end-all, be-all of changing my life around, but just another start. As Vash the Stampede always said, the future is a blank check. Sometimes it's hard to remember, berating myself for (drunken) idiocy from the night(s)/week(s) before, moping in my apartment and ordering pizza/Chinese food.

There was just something about the breeze today, the lifting of summer's humid oppression. I felt freed from the chains I've recently donned. I remembered that I don't have to be dragged down into my own personal hell without knowing how I got there. Just realizing it, knowing what that dream symbolizes is a big step.

Combine that knowledge with some actual effort, and I might actually get somewhere.

posted by Beatriz at 4:54 PM


Neverwhere is fantastic.

I saw the book months ago at a friend's, but never got a copy. I tried to buy one at the store, but all they had was Good Omens by Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, so I bought and read that instead. I wasn't very impressed. It was good, it was ok, but unfortunately I'm not a big Pratchett fan. Sarah Daisy loves Pratchett, and lent me a couple Discworld books to give me a feel for his writing. They were good, they were ok, but I found myself as unenthused about Discworld as I was during my first attempt around age 14.

Finally, finally I got myself a copy of Neverwhere. Two copies, in fact, one from the IRC pirates to download to the palm pilot, and a copy from Sarah Daisy herself when she came over yesterday for movie-time. As appreciative as I am of the text files, there is definitely something more satisfying about reading an actual book. Reading text files printed on paper, or downloaded onto the palm pilot, is a very surreal experience. I think it takes some getting used to, as my perusal of The Stars My Destination is going smoothly. Of course, I'm alternating reading it on the palm with reading the ebook I have.

But I've wanted to read Neverwhere for months now, and I didn't want to take the chance that any odd reading would detract from its hoped-for value. So far, I haven't been disappointed.

Sarah Daisy mentioned that, during her third reading of Good Omens, she could totally recognize the difference between sections Pratchett wrote from the Gaiman contributions. Having read little Pratchett and no Gaiman, I didn't notice much. But now that I think back on it, I remembered sections that I appreciated more than others; at 90 pages into Neverwhere, I think it was the Gaiman sections I picked up on. (Yes, I know to never end a sentence with a preposition; and I don't care. My page, my grammar rules.)

He has a strange, roundabout way of describing scenes. Very visual, very unique from most things I've read. For example:
There are four simple ways for the observant to tell Mr. Croup and Mr. Vandemar apart: first, Mr. Vandemar is two and a half heads taller than Mr. Croup; second, Mr. Croup has eyes of a faded china blue, while Mr. Vandemar's eyes are brown; third, while Mr. Vandemar fashioned the rings he wears on his right hand out of the skulls of four ravens, Mr. Croup has no obvious jewelry; fourth, Mr. Croup likes words, while Mr. Vandemar is always hungry. Also, they look nothing at all alike.
I like it. Vivid, with more than a touch of the narrator.

I'm looking forward to curling up tonight for a marathon finish of the book. Just a bit over 350 pages, not a problem. I might save American Gods for another time, though.

posted by Beatriz at 3:01 PM

wSunday, September 28, 2003

I'm sitting around chatting with my BF monarch, feeding kingdoms into Utopia Temple's Target Finder for credits. Discovered a kind of cool kingdom theme, anime of course, where provinces picked up characters from Rurouni Kenshin, and the banner shows a character and gives stats/info on them. It's kind of annoying because it changes every few seconds, and you have to read the stats really quickly, but it's a neat idea. The banners are also ass - ours are much cleaner and professional. We have 25 that my original contact in the kingdom made, very well-done graphic banners of each province's name and a kind of X-men graphic. We have silly names like OrinSleepsWithFish, HankPymGoesSuperSize, ParkerAteAlltheFlies.

So I mentioned to harlekein that I thought the Rurouni Kenshin theme was cool, and he said he prefers the kingdoms with good visual themes, and gave me a couple. Check these out:

P XXX bird XXX A
C xX soars XXx T
D xXXx too xXXXx F
D xXXX high XXXx I
O xXX soars XXXx I
S xXX with XXx E
X xXX his XXXx U
N xXX own XXx L
S xX wings XXx T

and this:

Paranoi A ionaraP
Shado W odahS
Banza I aznaB
Quain T niauQ
Ferre T erreF
Clarit Y tiralC
Omen S nemO
Canad A danaC
Notworth Y htrowtoN
Alumn I nmulA
Dam N maD
Temptin G nitpmeT
Blim P milB
Thunde R ednuhT
Mement O tnemeM
Moloto V otoloM
Admir E rimdA
Viru S uriV
Evolutio N oitulovE
Volcan O nacloV
Serpen T nepreS
Mismatc H ctamsiM
Vic I ciV
Cowma N amwoC
Dauntin G nitnuaD

Now, that's coordination.

posted by Beatriz at 10:37 AM


I wonder if any of this bothers anyone other than me.
Massive Outage Cuts Lights Across Italy
ROME (AP) - A massive blackout hit Italy on Sunday, cutting power to millions of people who woke up to find their phone lines silent and their televisions black, while drivers struggled through streets without traffic lights and trains remained stuck on the tracks.

Most of Italy's 57 million people were left without power, compared to the 50 million affected during the Aug. 14 blackout in the United States and Canada.


An official of the Italian power company Enel said electricity connections in the Alps between Italy and France broke down before dawn for unknown reasons.
This is the third major outage of electricity in the past couple of months. (I'm counting the aftermath of Isabel in the DC area.) I'm bothered by this news for two reasons.

First, the general dependency of our society on electricity. Without electricity, we're barely functional. Which is ok for the most part, I guess, but with three major outages in the past couple of months in densely populated areas, I can't help but think that it's hitting close to home. Obviously I love my electricity - I'm in front of my computer practically 24-7, I'm pretty dependent on my cable, my tv - and I know that I never could function in a primitive society. I've only been camping twice: the first time when I was 10 with my outdoorsy father's side of the family, which was totally miserable; the second, a couple of years ago, where my campmates had all the amenities, and we had a ton of beer to cushion the deprival of air conditioning.

I've always taken my electricity and the comforts that go with it for granted, but these outages leaving millions with only half a clue how to survive makes me a little nervous. I worry about the wisdom in running major world powers on something that is apparently so fickle. No, I'm not going to resort to getting rid of my own dependency on electricity - it's far too late for that - but I admit I'm fearfully anticipating my own time without modernity. Although I never worried about it before, recent trends are opening my eyes to the precarious edge on which I'm apparently living.

Second: What the hell is going on? Are big outages like this common? Isabel was understandable, that was a natural disaster, fine. Everyone was warned. But two instances where people just have no clue why the power went out... that is what really bothers me. It's like someone is playing with us. Is it terrorism? Is it some supernatural force telling us, "You were never meant to have electricity. We can take it away from you anytime we want."

Then who is we?

Am I just paranoid?

(few minutes later)

Apparently there have been five major outages, including Isabel. "Canada/Northern US, London, Southern Sweden/Denmark and now Italy," are the human error and unexplained, unnatural poweroutages, according to an IRC Swede.

posted by Beatriz at 9:59 AM