kiya: (slightly mad)
( Dec. 3rd, 2013 02:52 pm)
One of the more bizarre consequences of writing this idfic and doing the background stuff for it: the part where I am having adrenaline surges that are not mine.

Dear character-avatar-id-person-spirit I am dealing with: ... it's okay. Really. Breathe.
Probably in one of the better possible ways.

So [livejournal.com profile] ardaniel mentioned to me about one of the latest "OMG women are getting cooties in my fandom" explosions, and Scalzi commented on it today, and now I'm pondering that some time in the future I might actually go to cons where cosplay happens once more. (I mean, it's been an age since I visited [livejournal.com profile] erispope and we used to do Dragon*Con.)

And so, in honor of all the misogynistic twitbrains who are deeply disturbed by those sexy sexy womens in their revealing costumes, I have a desire ...

... to cosplay a topless woman who wears a lot of jewelry.

By which I mean...

Pyanfar Chanur.

LOOK OUT FOR THE CATGIRLS.

(Note to self addendum: Boneclaw Mother.)
kiya: (pooka)
( Oct. 27th, 2011 05:16 pm)
I am suffering from more than the usual horrible temptation to write thumbnail portrait superhero versions of random people I know. Not that I suspect my superhero webcomic will get off the ground in my imminent lifetime, but.
I wanted to note this down before I forgot all of it, and decided to do so now even though I am reserving emotional judgement on whether or not this saga is actually going to conclude this fucking year.

About a year ago, I guess, we started thinking about househunting. )
"According to a late Egyptian text cited by Bonnet, one of the characteristics of the griffin would be the beak of a falcon; his ears would be taken from a fish and his tail would be a snake."
- Seth: God of Confusion, Te Velde

God of confusion is right.

Fish ears, fish ears, roly-poly fish ears....
kiya: (pooka)
( Apr. 11th, 2010 10:24 pm)
IM IN MAI KITCHEN
ASSEMBLN MAI PETTYFORS

REAL TEA PARTY WILL HAVE PETTYFORS

(come the revolution you will have strawberries and chocolate
and you will like strawberries and chocolate)
A couple of quotes pulled out of context:

"My backbrain just said 'It is bad spiritual engineering for your landwight agreements to have single fail points on loadbearing royalty.'  This is why I'm not allowed to talk to normal people."

"... Tain Bo Kachina...."

I think 'Loadbearing Royalty' is probably my favorite phrase for this week, by the way. It's hard to work it into a conversation, though.

In other news, I just wrote a serious theology essay about American Idol. (Well, using bits of this past season of American Idol as prime illustrative example, to be fair.)
I have incontrovertible evidence that, now that my generation is starting to come into its power as adults, it will bring about the end of the world.

I saw on the subway yesterday advertisements for ...

... the stage version of Dirty Dancing at the Boston Opera House.

Ten weeks only! You haven't seen it until you've seen it on stage!
kiya: (computers)
( Apr. 30th, 2008 04:11 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] teriel called me to ask if I had access to an ftp program; I said sure, I'm running a *nix (it's rare that the backend of OSX is that blatantly useful, but hey). Gave me info about the file I needed.

Ran ftp from terminal, got the file. File message included "File may not have transferred correctly." Well, okay. We'll see. Attempted to open file, Word said, "Are you sure that's a Word file? Open it from the Open menu to be sure?" I tried that, I tried from Finder.

I redownloaded the file. "File may not have transferred correctly."

Sigh. I email to notify of the problem.

I tried opening it in Appleworks, in the principle of what the hell. It crashed Appleworks so hard I could hear the pixels burning.

Um.

I tried opening it in BBEdit, a text-only processor.

It opened in BBEdit with lots of Word crap, but there was text there, at least.

I said hmm.

I FTP-downloaded it again in BBEdit, just to try at getting a clean copy. I saved it, in the hope that not modifying anything would leave the Word crap interpretable by Word.

It appears to now open in Word, complete with fonts and formatting.

Computers are fucking weird.
Sekhmet the Transformer.

Seth the Transformer.

(The declaration 'NO TRANSFORM, NO CHILDHOOD' in the sidebar strikes me as oddly menacing.)


(From [livejournal.com profile] annwyd.)
Apparently, I have about a half-inch more right shoulder than left shoulder.

And nobody noticed before this evening.

(Maybe this is why my left shoulder joint is fucked up, eh?)
So if I stay up too late, I wind up getting awfully queasy and feel quite godawful, which mostly leads to coughing up vast amounts of phlegm. Which I did last night because I stayed up about five minutes past when I should've.

This led to the following conversation:

[livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan: *stops snoring, mumbles something indistinct into the pillow* "... cheesecake."
Me: ... what?
[livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan: I said, you're about to drop half your cheesecake. Onto the floor.
Me: ... *hysterical laughter*
[livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan: (slightly annoyed) What?
Me: I'd explain it to you, but you're not awake.
[livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan: Mmmphle.

I did explain it to him, and suggested that he was attempting to keep the weirdness in our relationship on parity by introducing pointilistic surreality into the nighttimes.

And this one, just now:

Me: ... so, do you remember the conversation we had last night when I came to bed?
[livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan: ... which conversation?
Me: The one where you said I was about to drop my cheesecake.
[livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan: *hysterical laughter*
Me: Now, that's what I said, but you seemed sort of annoyed with me for laughing at you for telling me I was going to drop my cheesecake.
[livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan: I can see why, but it really is the correct response.
kiya: (songdragon)
( May. 8th, 2007 04:07 pm)
"Go Away", by the Crüxshadows
"Oh L'Amour", by Erasure
"The Mary Ellen Carter", by Stan Rogers (the relevant verse/refrain is the last one; replaced original link with one that has the words right)
"First of May", by Jonathan Coulton

Actual random sequence from when I was dyeing my hair.

Sounds like the fellow had a successful rebound. ;)
kiya: (carry the hose)
( May. 2nd, 2007 09:12 pm)
[livejournal.com profile] arawen reclaimed the barcode scanner today, so it is time for me to work on cataloguing books that the scanner didn't work on, which is the dozen or more boxes in the room here, the mass market paperbacks upstairs, and stuff. In the fiveish days I had the scanner, I went from 598 books (assembled painstakingly over the course of since-November-when-we-moved-in) to 1261 books in the database. Some of that was the scanner, much was upgrading the program.

I baffled [livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan mightily this evening by calling his cellphone while he was on the way home from work and declaring, "WE HAVE NO MEATS!"

I did not dig any holes today. However, [livejournal.com profile] teinedreugan finished putting together my raised bed boxes, and we extracted the dirt from his car and moved it to where the beds are. So I'll probably be filling them with dirt tomorrow.

I am amazed that my joints have held up through all this, though my shoulder was strained earlier this week (I babied it a day or two). I did, however, manage to injure both my heels to the point of bleeding today, in fits of spectacular grace and failure to navigate the Huge Heaps of Books.

Friendly Orange Cat has been traced to the immediate neighbors. I was chatting with FOC, the neighbors came out, and he immediately ran over to them. "He likes you more than me" I called to them. "Well, he lives heah."

Life is boring and domestic. I imagine I will become entertaining again sometime, but for now, my life is almost entirely composed of gardening and boxes of books with occasional brief interludes of other things. Perhaps as a substitute for being interesting I will, when I find the camera, take pictures of either the gardening or the boxes of books.

Have meats now. Mm, dinner.
To an antagonist from a long-term running sequence of dream battles, after learning that he was from an alternate Earth that was heading towards ecological apocalypse due to lack of biodiversity:

"Oh. Well, here are my genetic research samples. Most of them have to do with superheroes, but that should make your biodiversity interesting [when you're done splicing]."
And we will drink Smoking Loon wine and watch Wilhelm Reich in Hell in his honor.

Not yet enough alcohol for this, I think ....

(A thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, a thousand of every good thing. May he ascend.)
[livejournal.com profile] arawen: Tell you what, when I get elected king of Wisconsin, I'll buy you a parrot.
kiya: (lotus discordia)
( Oct. 18th, 2006 10:25 pm)
Do not give people with not-terribly-latent Discordian tendencies a box marked "Please give us any other information that you think we need, up to 500 characters".



In other news, I have my computer back and am thus catching up on my backlog. I will also actually receive email people send me now.
kiya: (never again the funny times)
( Oct. 9th, 2006 11:21 am)
Well, not entirely, but dreaming of:

- needing to move a rack of mugs and glasses without packing material or boxes
- plus some miscellaneous other stuff
- and some extremely scattered incense, mostly in powdered form
- that nobody else appeared to notice or be evaluating properly
- at the last minute before the house needed to be vacant
- before the alien invasion

is just ....
"I think you need to install baffles for a proper storage brothel." --[livejournal.com profile] whispercricket



(My moving is making everyone punchy, now.)
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