Though I walk through the
valley of probability
the likelihood of me getting
anything out of it
is zilch.
Ah. Poetry. The music of the soul.
Onward...
Not much going on. Knee's better, though I will keep up with the ibuprofen for a couple more days because I don't trust the blasted thing. Probably if I stop the ibuprofen now the thing will blow up again.
Tired tonight. Got halfway through today and was pretty tired through the other half. Might be the weather that's bringing me down, or the elevator in the dorm going kaput today. Wouldn't you know it-my only transportation up to my room and it broke down on me. Typical. How bloody typical.
I think now that I've stopped moving and thinking so much, now I'm starting to realize how tired I really am. Every time I think I've gotten on top of this thing, it surprises me with something else.
Anyway, nothing else to say, so ta,
Bec
29.9.08
So...
I can barely walk again, this time because of my RIGHT knee.
This is nothing new. This knee has done this before. I just have to get through the next few days and I'll be fine.
Heroes Stuff Again. You don't want da spoilers, don't read dis...
SPOILER LINE
Angela is delusional about Gabriel.
Angie's formerly adopted third son is off on a happy little mission with Mr. Bennet. Give me a break. Can Opener Boy off with Mr. Horn Rims. This is going to be a complete disaster. You can put Sylar in a suit, but you can't change the fact that he's a bad guy. And that was completely proven when he slammed the doors in Noah's face and went after the bad guy's powers...
Tracey isn't Niki/Jess.
Tracey opened a casket and there was Niki in there (but the damn building blew up). They were born in the same hospital, on the same day, with the same doctor. Coincidence? I think not. I think they're sisters.
OKAY. This is getting weird. I think she may be a clone of some kind. Records can be falsified. It got made up. Because Zimmerman just said he created her, which means she CAN'T be REAL.
Nathan's still off on religion (ha. He's reading Genesis...) Matt's seeing weird things-like another guy who can paint the future (specifically, Matt's). Hiro and Ando screwed up and wound up on Level 5 with the really bad guy and Sylar, who got put back in lockup. And the Haitian is back from wherever.
Daphne grabbed the formula. I do believe she has both halves now.
Bennet is looking for sweet little Gabriel's weakness, and it appears it's BAKING...if you believe the previews from next week's episode.
Pete may be in a different body, but he's still got his powers.
He's obviously gotten stronger, and somehow his future self hid Pete inside of someone else (that was kind of cool, actually) and Future and Current Pete went off on a wee road trip with each other.
Mohinder's lizard problems won't be solved till next week!
That's about it. Sylar is really Angela's kid. It's too creepy for words...
Ta,
Bec
This is nothing new. This knee has done this before. I just have to get through the next few days and I'll be fine.
Heroes Stuff Again. You don't want da spoilers, don't read dis...
SPOILER LINE
Angela is delusional about Gabriel.
Angie's formerly adopted third son is off on a happy little mission with Mr. Bennet. Give me a break. Can Opener Boy off with Mr. Horn Rims. This is going to be a complete disaster. You can put Sylar in a suit, but you can't change the fact that he's a bad guy. And that was completely proven when he slammed the doors in Noah's face and went after the bad guy's powers...
Tracey isn't Niki/Jess.
Tracey opened a casket and there was Niki in there (but the damn building blew up). They were born in the same hospital, on the same day, with the same doctor. Coincidence? I think not. I think they're sisters.
OKAY. This is getting weird. I think she may be a clone of some kind. Records can be falsified. It got made up. Because Zimmerman just said he created her, which means she CAN'T be REAL.
Nathan's still off on religion (ha. He's reading Genesis...) Matt's seeing weird things-like another guy who can paint the future (specifically, Matt's). Hiro and Ando screwed up and wound up on Level 5 with the really bad guy and Sylar, who got put back in lockup. And the Haitian is back from wherever.
Daphne grabbed the formula. I do believe she has both halves now.
Bennet is looking for sweet little Gabriel's weakness, and it appears it's BAKING...if you believe the previews from next week's episode.
Pete may be in a different body, but he's still got his powers.
He's obviously gotten stronger, and somehow his future self hid Pete inside of someone else (that was kind of cool, actually) and Future and Current Pete went off on a wee road trip with each other.
Mohinder's lizard problems won't be solved till next week!
That's about it. Sylar is really Angela's kid. It's too creepy for words...
Ta,
Bec
27.9.08
Knee-d This To Be Less Painful (Ha. See? I made a pun!)
Thoughts during Friday's math class:
I carry on. I persevere. I survive despite overwhelming, terrible, daunting odds.
I will survive. And all of that stuff.
Yes, people, here I sit in another math class. I could miss a day and not miss anything (hell, I could miss a whole month and not miss anything.)
I want to go play Oblivion! I'm in the Shivering Isles!
We're discussing bookies...well, he is. We just sit here, day after day for 50 minutes and nod appropriately at intervals.
And I am so bored, because now I can't bring my laptop to class. Too heavy for my knees to handle.
Now onto TODAY:
Yeah, my right knee is in cahoots with the rest of the body today, and has decided that it really needs to scream and yell and throw a hissy fit (if knees only could.)
I have the heating pad on the thing, hoping it will help ease the ache. I already had to haul my laundry downstairs on a cart.
I figure if I keep the heating pad on this damn thing long enough I will either A)die of electrical burns from having it on the highest settings or B) I will get some actual relief.
Or there's always C) Get me a really big machete.
As always when this knee goes down, I'll lighten up my backpack as much as possible, rest as often as I can, and try not to lift anything heavy or run up flights of stairs for the next little while. It'll clear up by Friday. If it doesn't, I'll get the conveyance guys to take me up to Student Health and have a look at the stupid thing. Again.
Of course, as I was typing that I remembered that I have a physical therapy appointment on Thursday, so all I have to do is bitch to him and he can help me with it.
I have to go get my laundry in the next twenty minutes so I'd better go down there and start preparing to move it to a cart, which I haul through the basement to the elevator, onto the elevator up to the third floor, down the hallway to my room, swing the desk chair as close as possible, pick up the laundry and move it to the chair and cart it across the room.
Life used to be easy, and then somewhere it took on a level of complication that would mess up a genius.
(good thing I'm even smarter than that. :) )
Ta,
Bec
I carry on. I persevere. I survive despite overwhelming, terrible, daunting odds.
I will survive. And all of that stuff.
Yes, people, here I sit in another math class. I could miss a day and not miss anything (hell, I could miss a whole month and not miss anything.)
I want to go play Oblivion! I'm in the Shivering Isles!
We're discussing bookies...well, he is. We just sit here, day after day for 50 minutes and nod appropriately at intervals.
And I am so bored, because now I can't bring my laptop to class. Too heavy for my knees to handle.
Now onto TODAY:
Yeah, my right knee is in cahoots with the rest of the body today, and has decided that it really needs to scream and yell and throw a hissy fit (if knees only could.)
I have the heating pad on the thing, hoping it will help ease the ache. I already had to haul my laundry downstairs on a cart.
I figure if I keep the heating pad on this damn thing long enough I will either A)die of electrical burns from having it on the highest settings or B) I will get some actual relief.
Or there's always C) Get me a really big machete.
As always when this knee goes down, I'll lighten up my backpack as much as possible, rest as often as I can, and try not to lift anything heavy or run up flights of stairs for the next little while. It'll clear up by Friday. If it doesn't, I'll get the conveyance guys to take me up to Student Health and have a look at the stupid thing. Again.
Of course, as I was typing that I remembered that I have a physical therapy appointment on Thursday, so all I have to do is bitch to him and he can help me with it.
I have to go get my laundry in the next twenty minutes so I'd better go down there and start preparing to move it to a cart, which I haul through the basement to the elevator, onto the elevator up to the third floor, down the hallway to my room, swing the desk chair as close as possible, pick up the laundry and move it to the chair and cart it across the room.
Life used to be easy, and then somewhere it took on a level of complication that would mess up a genius.
(good thing I'm even smarter than that. :) )
Ta,
Bec
24.9.08
More Hamburger Construction, and I Rule the Fighter's Guild
Yeah, we discussed hamburger construction in class today.
Oblivion update: I'm on Level 26. I have completed the Fighter's Guild stuff. On to the Mages Guild stuff to wrap up, and then two little quests, and then off to Shivering Isles (been preparing for leaving since level 20. About time I left. But I want to wrap most of my quests up first before I do)
Not much else up. Tired and going to bed. Have physical therapy tomorrow (oh, joy) and have found my swimsuit is entirely absent from this room. Don't know how that happened. It WAS here, I SWEAR it.
Also moving forward on getting my Master's overseas. Have e-mailed the three schools I liked best. We'll see which one offends me least.
Ta,
Bec
Oblivion update: I'm on Level 26. I have completed the Fighter's Guild stuff. On to the Mages Guild stuff to wrap up, and then two little quests, and then off to Shivering Isles (been preparing for leaving since level 20. About time I left. But I want to wrap most of my quests up first before I do)
Not much else up. Tired and going to bed. Have physical therapy tomorrow (oh, joy) and have found my swimsuit is entirely absent from this room. Don't know how that happened. It WAS here, I SWEAR it.
Also moving forward on getting my Master's overseas. Have e-mailed the three schools I liked best. We'll see which one offends me least.
Ta,
Bec
23.9.08
Hamburger and Pizza Construction?
Today in math class, we discussed very important topics...such as the delicate and important construction of hamburgers and of pizzas.
(Not that we're wasting time or anything.)
Apparently it matters if the hamburger meat is placed in the middle, on the bottom, or on the top. I assume the planet would explode if your lettuce was on the bottom. Or if tomato sauce were put with pineapple on a pizza.
Last week it was dice. The week before it was cards. This week it's burgers and pizza. And I still do not care.
(I probably won't care next week, either.)
This may be a math class, but at least half of the class aren't paying attention to him anymore, not even when the prof couldn't sort out what was a condiment and what wasn't (everything but the meat, apparently.)Some guy was playing golf on his calculator through the entire class today. I was writing.
(Screw it. I hardly eat meat anyway, and don't care one way or the other if my pizza or burger has this thing or that thing.)
That was my day...and now, I'm going to go into Heroes stuff. If you hate/don't watch Heroes, shame on you. If you have but didn't know it was on, go watch it online. And if you have, then you can either read my ramblings or just stop reading here.
SPOILERS BAR. Once beyond this point, you are on your own. Don't come crying to me if I ruin it for you...
A. Mohinder Goes Stupid
I hope the creator of this show realizes that his most brilliant character just had a severe and possibly fatal attack of the stupids.
Now, Mohinder's a bright guy, probably the smartest character on Heroes (and there are a lot of smart people, so you know he's good). Usually Mo is level-headed and rather reserved.
SO WHY in the name of Parvati did Mohinder NOT realize that giving himself an injection of an untested gene-altering solution would BACKFIRE?
Has no one read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
How many, many movies and shows are there out there where the scientist goes all "Wow, I've found the solution to, the cure for, the amazing discovery that would make me be able to shoot grapes from my eyes"...and the dummy goes and gives himself the formula, despite warnings that it could GO WRONG?
Then the scientist turns into a freakish mutation, a tree, a man with a couple extra appendages...and then everyone else goes after him because he's a bad guy, and then they kill him.
Well, Mo went against Maya's warnings. All he could think about was having what everyone else had and he didn't. He went running down to the docks. He injected himself with the untested formula and BANGO! He bent a gun into a pretzel.
That was all fine and dandy, but then Mo's hanging off the ceiling and THEN, he's got sticky cornflake scales coming off of his back. So much for scientific discovery...Mohinder is going to be in the tank with Mohinder the iguana by next week.
Stupid man. Didn't he ever hear the line: With great power comes great responsibility, the ability to affect great consequences...and an affinity for flies?
B.Nathan goes looney tunes
Last year, Nathan was shot. The year before, Nathan was burned.
Nathan has survived yet another major accident, probably because Pete loves him so much that he keeps on saving him (or coming four years back in time to shoot him so that he shuts up. Apparently it works both ways)
So, what does crazy Nathan do, once he's alive again and such, but go into the chapel next door and go off on a spiel about God, a topic he scoffed mightily at back when he was a senatorial candidate?
Nathan's gotten religion, despite his former affair with Claire's mother, his affair with Nicki, leaving his wife and two kids far behind, cheating to get the senatorial vote, and being mean to his mom?
I guess anyone can be redeemed, but Nathan is acting more like his brother Pete these days and it doesn't suit him. Nate's the jerk, the overachiever, the one who'll do anything to get what he wants even if it means stepping on people's faces to get there. He has a nice side, but it's a lot less obvious than Pete's. Nate can be a total asshole...and there he is, on his knees, praying.
On another front, Linderman is hanging around (despite being DEAD) and keeping Nathan company. Problem is, Linderman is DEAD and no one else can apparently see him. Either Nathan has had a psychotic breakdown or he's the only one who can see Linderman, possibly because Linderman has lingered after death and can choose who he wants to see him.
C. Nicki, Jessica, Tracey?
There once was a character named Nicki. She was nice.
She had an alter-ego named Jessica. Who was a bitch.
But Nicki and Jessica have gone off somewhere, leaving this third person named Tracey. But Tracey has no memory of what the hell happened last year (Nicki/Jessica got blown up).
But Tracey has earned the name of the Ice Queen, thanks to a reporter bugging her about being Nicki/Jess, making her mad, thus making her grab his arm and freeze him so much that he blew apart. Little frozen chunks of reporter all over the parking garage.
Whoops.
I have the feeling Tracey is a third sister that no one knew about. It would explain the massive memory loss (she wouldn't have lost it if it never happened to her) and it would explain the sudden alteration of her powers (she didn't know she had them but she had something else to begin with)
Otherwise, Nicki/Jess was rescued from the fire and as a result of contact with that much heat, her powers altered and she lost her memory.
D. Sylar's REAL mom.
A while back, Sylar went to visit his mum in NYC. It was a touching reunion. She made him a sandwich. He gave her a snow globe.
Then things got ugly and good ol' Mum wound up getting fatally stabbed with a pair of scissors. Her son did a creepy painting in Mummy's blood and split the premises.
BUT NOW, it appears that Virginia Gray wasn't Sylar's mum after all, and that someone else was his real mummy. Angela Petrelli.
I'd be willing to believe this little theory. Here's a couple scenarios:
1. Gabriel is born, but the kid doesn't seem to manifest any powers. Angela is told by her Company mates that the kid must go. They give him away or kidnap him from Angela and give him away (though why keep the kid in the same city? Angela must have known where he was.)
2. Gabriel manifests powers, but they are considered so dangerous that he'd be a threat to anyone else with powers, so they give him away.
3. Gabriel manifests powers that are dangerous and he's been given away. When Chandra comes knocking around saying he might have powers, Gabe's all excited.
But the Company, knowing Gabriel's undiscovered and possibly unbridled penchant for evil, tell Chandra to tell Gabriel that there's nothing there and that he doesn't have a power after all to throw him off the scent (this backfires, of course.)
4. Gabriel is the son of Angela Petrelli and Adam Monroe. When Adam goes for the virus formula, they realize how potentially dangerous the kid could be, have the Haitian wipe his memories, and give him to someone else to raise.
That's about it for my theorizing. If you think something different, comment and be nice about it. I can and will erase your comment if I think it's nasty.
Ta,
Bec
(Not that we're wasting time or anything.)
Apparently it matters if the hamburger meat is placed in the middle, on the bottom, or on the top. I assume the planet would explode if your lettuce was on the bottom. Or if tomato sauce were put with pineapple on a pizza.
Last week it was dice. The week before it was cards. This week it's burgers and pizza. And I still do not care.
(I probably won't care next week, either.)
This may be a math class, but at least half of the class aren't paying attention to him anymore, not even when the prof couldn't sort out what was a condiment and what wasn't (everything but the meat, apparently.)Some guy was playing golf on his calculator through the entire class today. I was writing.
(Screw it. I hardly eat meat anyway, and don't care one way or the other if my pizza or burger has this thing or that thing.)
That was my day...and now, I'm going to go into Heroes stuff. If you hate/don't watch Heroes, shame on you. If you have but didn't know it was on, go watch it online. And if you have, then you can either read my ramblings or just stop reading here.
SPOILERS BAR. Once beyond this point, you are on your own. Don't come crying to me if I ruin it for you...
A. Mohinder Goes Stupid
I hope the creator of this show realizes that his most brilliant character just had a severe and possibly fatal attack of the stupids.
Now, Mohinder's a bright guy, probably the smartest character on Heroes (and there are a lot of smart people, so you know he's good). Usually Mo is level-headed and rather reserved.
SO WHY in the name of Parvati did Mohinder NOT realize that giving himself an injection of an untested gene-altering solution would BACKFIRE?
Has no one read Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?
How many, many movies and shows are there out there where the scientist goes all "Wow, I've found the solution to, the cure for, the amazing discovery that would make me be able to shoot grapes from my eyes"...and the dummy goes and gives himself the formula, despite warnings that it could GO WRONG?
Then the scientist turns into a freakish mutation, a tree, a man with a couple extra appendages...and then everyone else goes after him because he's a bad guy, and then they kill him.
Well, Mo went against Maya's warnings. All he could think about was having what everyone else had and he didn't. He went running down to the docks. He injected himself with the untested formula and BANGO! He bent a gun into a pretzel.
That was all fine and dandy, but then Mo's hanging off the ceiling and THEN, he's got sticky cornflake scales coming off of his back. So much for scientific discovery...Mohinder is going to be in the tank with Mohinder the iguana by next week.
Stupid man. Didn't he ever hear the line: With great power comes great responsibility, the ability to affect great consequences...and an affinity for flies?
B.Nathan goes looney tunes
Last year, Nathan was shot. The year before, Nathan was burned.
Nathan has survived yet another major accident, probably because Pete loves him so much that he keeps on saving him (or coming four years back in time to shoot him so that he shuts up. Apparently it works both ways)
So, what does crazy Nathan do, once he's alive again and such, but go into the chapel next door and go off on a spiel about God, a topic he scoffed mightily at back when he was a senatorial candidate?
Nathan's gotten religion, despite his former affair with Claire's mother, his affair with Nicki, leaving his wife and two kids far behind, cheating to get the senatorial vote, and being mean to his mom?
I guess anyone can be redeemed, but Nathan is acting more like his brother Pete these days and it doesn't suit him. Nate's the jerk, the overachiever, the one who'll do anything to get what he wants even if it means stepping on people's faces to get there. He has a nice side, but it's a lot less obvious than Pete's. Nate can be a total asshole...and there he is, on his knees, praying.
On another front, Linderman is hanging around (despite being DEAD) and keeping Nathan company. Problem is, Linderman is DEAD and no one else can apparently see him. Either Nathan has had a psychotic breakdown or he's the only one who can see Linderman, possibly because Linderman has lingered after death and can choose who he wants to see him.
C. Nicki, Jessica, Tracey?
There once was a character named Nicki. She was nice.
She had an alter-ego named Jessica. Who was a bitch.
But Nicki and Jessica have gone off somewhere, leaving this third person named Tracey. But Tracey has no memory of what the hell happened last year (Nicki/Jessica got blown up).
But Tracey has earned the name of the Ice Queen, thanks to a reporter bugging her about being Nicki/Jess, making her mad, thus making her grab his arm and freeze him so much that he blew apart. Little frozen chunks of reporter all over the parking garage.
Whoops.
I have the feeling Tracey is a third sister that no one knew about. It would explain the massive memory loss (she wouldn't have lost it if it never happened to her) and it would explain the sudden alteration of her powers (she didn't know she had them but she had something else to begin with)
Otherwise, Nicki/Jess was rescued from the fire and as a result of contact with that much heat, her powers altered and she lost her memory.
D. Sylar's REAL mom.
A while back, Sylar went to visit his mum in NYC. It was a touching reunion. She made him a sandwich. He gave her a snow globe.
Then things got ugly and good ol' Mum wound up getting fatally stabbed with a pair of scissors. Her son did a creepy painting in Mummy's blood and split the premises.
BUT NOW, it appears that Virginia Gray wasn't Sylar's mum after all, and that someone else was his real mummy. Angela Petrelli.
I'd be willing to believe this little theory. Here's a couple scenarios:
1. Gabriel is born, but the kid doesn't seem to manifest any powers. Angela is told by her Company mates that the kid must go. They give him away or kidnap him from Angela and give him away (though why keep the kid in the same city? Angela must have known where he was.)
2. Gabriel manifests powers, but they are considered so dangerous that he'd be a threat to anyone else with powers, so they give him away.
3. Gabriel manifests powers that are dangerous and he's been given away. When Chandra comes knocking around saying he might have powers, Gabe's all excited.
But the Company, knowing Gabriel's undiscovered and possibly unbridled penchant for evil, tell Chandra to tell Gabriel that there's nothing there and that he doesn't have a power after all to throw him off the scent (this backfires, of course.)
4. Gabriel is the son of Angela Petrelli and Adam Monroe. When Adam goes for the virus formula, they realize how potentially dangerous the kid could be, have the Haitian wipe his memories, and give him to someone else to raise.
That's about it for my theorizing. If you think something different, comment and be nice about it. I can and will erase your comment if I think it's nasty.
Ta,
Bec
21.9.08
Sunday-Oh, La!
Nothing happened today.
My roommate is fine.
I am eight years behind on my homework.
At least eight years. Maybe ten.
(By the way, I am trying to make my blog entry look BIGGER so that you don't get upset from the lack of text, so that's why there's short lines.)
Oh. I forgot.
I have posted my longer story (and by long I mean 30 pages of single-spaced text) on a website and apparently no one has looked at it. I split it up in 6 fairly neat sections so that people can read it in pieces...although I don't fault you if you want to read it all at once.
Here's the link: http://www.webook.com/project/The-Isolde-Diaries
Read it, PLEASE!
Ta,
Bec
My roommate is fine.
I am eight years behind on my homework.
At least eight years. Maybe ten.
(By the way, I am trying to make my blog entry look BIGGER so that you don't get upset from the lack of text, so that's why there's short lines.)
Oh. I forgot.
I have posted my longer story (and by long I mean 30 pages of single-spaced text) on a website and apparently no one has looked at it. I split it up in 6 fairly neat sections so that people can read it in pieces...although I don't fault you if you want to read it all at once.
Here's the link: http://www.webook.com/project/The-Isolde-Diaries
Read it, PLEASE!
Ta,
Bec
20.9.08
Oh What A Beautiful Morning...
So, I'm sleeping quite soundly at 2 this morning, when through my sleep I hear a knock on the door. An insistent knocking that doesn't stop.
So I go and open the door. As it turns out, my roommate has gotten a little bit soused...
Okay, make that she MIGHT have drank some rather strong vodka, according to one of her friends that hauled her, barely conscious, into our room.
One of her friends stuck round (because stupid me doesn't know how to deal with this sort of thing) and we watched V for Vendetta inbetween caring for her.
Almost four hours later, I have given up on sleeping for the night. It's nearing 6 AM and it IS the weekend so I still have a chance to catch up.
I have the feeling that when she comes to, she's going to want to be unconscious all over again. She's crashed out on the floor at the moment because her bed was the upper bed and the two guys hauling her didn't think they could get her up there.
I'm going to be barely coherent today at the Study Abroad Orientation, which I'm going to merely to help the new Harlaxton students with anxiety attacks.
Through her confused haze, Kate has promised me she will never do this again...and she probably won't, given that her hangover is going to be one for the ages.
What's become obvious to me is how much I've avoided by not drinking at all. Certainly I won't wind up like this, ever, now that I've seen what it can do. I think I'll stick to non-alcoholic stuff.
In a couple of hours, I'll go take a shower and do such other things. Probably should let the RA know about what's happened.
Not much else going on, so ta,
Bec
So I go and open the door. As it turns out, my roommate has gotten a little bit soused...
Okay, make that she MIGHT have drank some rather strong vodka, according to one of her friends that hauled her, barely conscious, into our room.
One of her friends stuck round (because stupid me doesn't know how to deal with this sort of thing) and we watched V for Vendetta inbetween caring for her.
Almost four hours later, I have given up on sleeping for the night. It's nearing 6 AM and it IS the weekend so I still have a chance to catch up.
I have the feeling that when she comes to, she's going to want to be unconscious all over again. She's crashed out on the floor at the moment because her bed was the upper bed and the two guys hauling her didn't think they could get her up there.
I'm going to be barely coherent today at the Study Abroad Orientation, which I'm going to merely to help the new Harlaxton students with anxiety attacks.
Through her confused haze, Kate has promised me she will never do this again...and she probably won't, given that her hangover is going to be one for the ages.
What's become obvious to me is how much I've avoided by not drinking at all. Certainly I won't wind up like this, ever, now that I've seen what it can do. I think I'll stick to non-alcoholic stuff.
In a couple of hours, I'll go take a shower and do such other things. Probably should let the RA know about what's happened.
Not much else going on, so ta,
Bec
17.9.08
I'll Be Brief
Not much to say. Monday was terrible; I didn't get the job I wanted and my hip was killing me.
Tuesday wasn't much better, but it was better than Monday.
Today, however, was a good day. I barely hurt and getting my Master's in Scotland is looking a little more probable than it did on Monday. A little. A tiny bit. There it goes...
Hopefully tomorrow will be smashingly smashing.
Ta,
Bec
Tuesday wasn't much better, but it was better than Monday.
Today, however, was a good day. I barely hurt and getting my Master's in Scotland is looking a little more probable than it did on Monday. A little. A tiny bit. There it goes...
Hopefully tomorrow will be smashingly smashing.
Ta,
Bec
14.9.08
Got Indy And A Heating Pad
My current position on the planet is: Dorm room in Eau Claire, typing this post, with a heating pad under my butt trying to fix my hip.
I'm looking gleefully up at my full VHS set of Indiana Jones movies, which cost all of about ten bucks at Goodwill. All except for Number 4, I have them all. Always wanted a set and now I've got one.
But tonight I won't get to watch them, because there's much, much homework to finish before tomorrow.
Mom and Dad were down (how did you think I got the tapes and the heating pad,) which is OW...hang on a second.
Back now. I was burning my bum. Had to turn the heating pad down a notch. Anyway, Mom and Dad were here today. We went to see Anna, who's an hour away in River Falls. Then we went just inside Minnesota to eat at Red Lobster. Then we came back, dropped Anna off, and came back here.
I should get something done, or risk having to scramble to finish it all tomorrow. That would suck...
Indy will have to wait to save the world again; I have to finish some stuff.
Ta,
Bec
I'm looking gleefully up at my full VHS set of Indiana Jones movies, which cost all of about ten bucks at Goodwill. All except for Number 4, I have them all. Always wanted a set and now I've got one.
But tonight I won't get to watch them, because there's much, much homework to finish before tomorrow.
Mom and Dad were down (how did you think I got the tapes and the heating pad,) which is OW...hang on a second.
Back now. I was burning my bum. Had to turn the heating pad down a notch. Anyway, Mom and Dad were here today. We went to see Anna, who's an hour away in River Falls. Then we went just inside Minnesota to eat at Red Lobster. Then we came back, dropped Anna off, and came back here.
I should get something done, or risk having to scramble to finish it all tomorrow. That would suck...
Indy will have to wait to save the world again; I have to finish some stuff.
Ta,
Bec
12.9.08
The Unhappy Monkey Stuck in God Mode
In case no one realizes it (except Cassie, who already heard me whining about this today) I am unhappy.
If you care to know why, here's the gist of it: I want to go back to England. Or Scotland. Or Wales.
I don't care overly much which part of the UK I'm in, as long as I'm there and NOT HERE.
It should be old news that I hate living here. Hate. It. Have since I was, ooh, 12 or 13? Possibly 14. Definitely 15.
I hate the cold and I hate the snow, mostly, and it grows with every year I live here. I feel like I'm running in place. I realized at some point along the line if I didn't escape, I was going to get stuck here and never get out.
That's part of the reason why I went to England. I figured getting out for a bit might work it out of my blood, and I could live a boring life in peace. But since coming home, it's just gotten worse than before. I can only assume that because I now know what it's like being away, now I want to stay away...possibly for a long, long time.
I don't think I'd be missed much here. Outside of my immediate family I have very few friends. I have maybe two or three here and a couple back home. The rest of the family doesn't seem to care very much so I don't care very much about them, either.
I don't know. It'll be expensive. I want to try and get my Master's overseas; be gone for a year and then maybe I'll come back...if I haven't found something better first.
I need to think about it for awhile yet. Not sure where I'm going right now and not sure what I want. I'm kind of in limbo.
In other news, I have become the monkey in the middle between my mother and college freshman sister. Mom wants to talk to Anna; Anna wants to talk to Mom. The problem is, Ma doesn't use e-mail and Anna's phone is down...so guess who winds up being the relay station, the telegraph pole, the fiber optic cable between those two. ME. I can e-mail Anna, who can tell me stuff, and then call Mom, who can tell me stuff to tell Anna in the next e-mail I send. And so it goes.
I always hated monkey in the middle as a child and now I know why-I wind up being the monkey. Every. Bloody. Time.
I think I'm going to sit and do nothing most of this weekend. Probably best if I do. Lazy is best when things are trying to fix.
And the last bit of news is: I posted a fic today, it has 115 reads and NO ONE has reviewed it yet. I am hoping that by tomorrow morning when I finally get out of bed, there will be one. It was a brilliant (or so I thought) River/Doctor piece.
That's about it. I'm at level 22 in Oblivion and have to kill some Xiviali and Daedraic nasties before I can close the gate to hell, or the emperor will never take his throne. The land needs an emperor. I need to kill some Daedric nasties. It all works out somewhere...
The only problem I'm having now is I accidentally scored a point of infamy someplace. My fame is up to over 70, but now with ONE point of infamy to my name, I'm repeatedly hearing the phrase, "I thought you were a hero, but now I see you're just like everyone else." My public turns against me and I don't know why. What did I do wrong?
It's a jungle out there, and those Daedraic monsters are waiting to kill me. Too bad I'm on God mode (still. Never going to get off it. Halfway through, almost. Can't now that I'm dependent on it.)
Lots to do. Spider Daedra are calling me, and I have to zap them.
Ta,
Bec
PS: Before I head off to bed, I wanted to update you all on a story I told you last year. Recall the one about the logger who came stumbling out of the woods with four bullet wounds, telling a story about a one-armed man and some other feller shooting him, and the cops looked for these guys in a black SUV but in the end it turned out he'd made it up and shot himself?
Read that old entry here:
"http://becca-blog-bec.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-story-below-is-true.html">
Anyway, here's the news report from Rhinelander on the trial...
The rural Rhinelander man convicted last month of lying to police about an alleged shoot-out in the woods of northern Lincoln County has been sentenced to 14 days in jail.
John “Homer” Van Meter, 54, will also pay a $2,500 fine and spend one year on probation.
The Lincoln and Oneida County Sheriff’s Departments, which investigated the case, will not receive any restitution for the time they spent hunting for the one-armed man Van Meter said shot him in April of 2006.
Lincoln County Circuit Judge Jay Tlusty said the departments are not technically “victims” of Van Meter’s crime under Wisconsin law and therefore cannot receive compensation for the time spent investigating the alleged shooting.
Van Meter was convicted last month of one misdemeanor count of obstruction in connection with a gambit in the woods which he said began when two people in black SUV, including a one-armed man, shot at him.
The self-proclaimed “hillbilly logger” claimed he fired back at his attackers and ended up with four gunshot wounds after a prolonged gun battle with the two men.
After months of investigation the Lincoln County Sheriff’s Department announced they had determined the shooting was a hoax and the district attorney’s office charged Van Meter with obstruction.
During sentencing Thursday, Lincoln County Assistant District Attorney Kurt Zengler said there is no doubt that Van Meter’s insistence on clinging to his “fantasy world” forced the Lincoln and Oneida County Sheriff’s Departments to waste valuable time investigating a crime that didn’t happen.
Zengler argued for 30 days jail time, even though he admitted he doesn’t believe time behind bars will alter Van Meter’s faith in his story, and he asked that the two departments receive approximately $11,000 in restitution.
“(Some time in jail) might get him to reform his conduct so there are no further flights of fancy that will cost the taxpayers money,” Zengler said.
Van Meter’s attorney, Marcus Berghahn, argued for probation and a $1,000 fine. He said the state never proved Van Meter shot himself (or that someone else shot him at his behest) and argued the local police decided the case was a hoax because they were in a hurry to resolve the matter before the summer tourist season.
Given his chance to speak, Van Meter angrily insisted that did not shoot himself or perpetrate a hoax. He claimed it is law enforcement officials who are living in a fantasy world and added that he is so disgusted with law enforcement in the Northwoods that he may run for sheriff in the next election.
“The hoax here is what has been crafted by the police and prosecution.” He also mocked the idea that he could shoot himself four times or that one of his friends would shoot him at his request. “This has been nothing but a slanderous, false and malicious lie from the beginning,” he said.
Finally, Van Meter said he is still investigating the alleged shooting with the help of a former director of the FBI.
“If you want something done right do it yourself,” he said.
Van Meter ended his speech with what appeared to be a reference to Jesus Christ and a quote from the Bible. He said he holds no grudge against the jurors who convicted him and added “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.”
In determining a sentence, Tlusty said he had to keep in mind the magnitude of Van Meter’s lie and the reality that the crime for which he was convicted is a misdemeanor.
He said he doesn’t believe Van Meter, who has no prior criminal history, is a threat to the public and agreed with both attorneys that a longer jail sentence would not have an impact. Before concluding the hearing he warned Van Meter that if he doesn’t behave while on probation he could be sentenced to a longer jail term.
Van Meter will be allowed Huber privileges and Tlusty said his probation agent will decide when the jail term should begin. Van Meter must also submit to any evaluation ordered by his probation officer.
He will be allowed to serve the sentence in Oneida County.
Last week, Van Meter filed a motion requesting a new trial. A hearing on that motion will be held Sept. 18.
If you care to know why, here's the gist of it: I want to go back to England. Or Scotland. Or Wales.
I don't care overly much which part of the UK I'm in, as long as I'm there and NOT HERE.
It should be old news that I hate living here. Hate. It. Have since I was, ooh, 12 or 13? Possibly 14. Definitely 15.
I hate the cold and I hate the snow, mostly, and it grows with every year I live here. I feel like I'm running in place. I realized at some point along the line if I didn't escape, I was going to get stuck here and never get out.
That's part of the reason why I went to England. I figured getting out for a bit might work it out of my blood, and I could live a boring life in peace. But since coming home, it's just gotten worse than before. I can only assume that because I now know what it's like being away, now I want to stay away...possibly for a long, long time.
I don't think I'd be missed much here. Outside of my immediate family I have very few friends. I have maybe two or three here and a couple back home. The rest of the family doesn't seem to care very much so I don't care very much about them, either.
I don't know. It'll be expensive. I want to try and get my Master's overseas; be gone for a year and then maybe I'll come back...if I haven't found something better first.
I need to think about it for awhile yet. Not sure where I'm going right now and not sure what I want. I'm kind of in limbo.
In other news, I have become the monkey in the middle between my mother and college freshman sister. Mom wants to talk to Anna; Anna wants to talk to Mom. The problem is, Ma doesn't use e-mail and Anna's phone is down...so guess who winds up being the relay station, the telegraph pole, the fiber optic cable between those two. ME. I can e-mail Anna, who can tell me stuff, and then call Mom, who can tell me stuff to tell Anna in the next e-mail I send. And so it goes.
I always hated monkey in the middle as a child and now I know why-I wind up being the monkey. Every. Bloody. Time.
I think I'm going to sit and do nothing most of this weekend. Probably best if I do. Lazy is best when things are trying to fix.
And the last bit of news is: I posted a fic today, it has 115 reads and NO ONE has reviewed it yet. I am hoping that by tomorrow morning when I finally get out of bed, there will be one. It was a brilliant (or so I thought) River/Doctor piece.
That's about it. I'm at level 22 in Oblivion and have to kill some Xiviali and Daedraic nasties before I can close the gate to hell, or the emperor will never take his throne. The land needs an emperor. I need to kill some Daedric nasties. It all works out somewhere...
The only problem I'm having now is I accidentally scored a point of infamy someplace. My fame is up to over 70, but now with ONE point of infamy to my name, I'm repeatedly hearing the phrase, "I thought you were a hero, but now I see you're just like everyone else." My public turns against me and I don't know why. What did I do wrong?
It's a jungle out there, and those Daedraic monsters are waiting to kill me. Too bad I'm on God mode (still. Never going to get off it. Halfway through, almost. Can't now that I'm dependent on it.)
Lots to do. Spider Daedra are calling me, and I have to zap them.
Ta,
Bec
PS: Before I head off to bed, I wanted to update you all on a story I told you last year. Recall the one about the logger who came stumbling out of the woods with four bullet wounds, telling a story about a one-armed man and some other feller shooting him, and the cops looked for these guys in a black SUV but in the end it turned out he'd made it up and shot himself?
Read that old entry here:
"http://becca-blog-bec.blogspot.com/2007/09/yes-story-below-is-true.html">
Anyway, here's the news report from Rhinelander on the trial...
The rural Rhinelander man convicted last month of lying to police about an alleged shoot-out in the woods of northern Lincoln County has been sentenced to 14 days in jail.
John “Homer” Van Meter, 54, will also pay a $2,500 fine and spend one year on probation.
The Lincoln and Oneida County Sheriff’s Departments, which investigated the case, will not receive any restitution for the time they spent hunting for the one-armed man Van Meter said shot him in April of 2006.
Lincoln County Circuit Judge Jay Tlusty said the departments are not technically “victims” of Van Meter’s crime under Wisconsin law and therefore cannot receive compensation for the time spent investigating the alleged shooting.
Van Meter was convicted last month of one misdemeanor count of obstruction in connection with a gambit in the woods which he said began when two people in black SUV, including a one-armed man, shot at him.
The self-proclaimed “hillbilly logger” claimed he fired back at his attackers and ended up with four gunshot wounds after a prolonged gun battle with the two men.
After months of investigation the Lincoln County Sheriff’s Department announced they had determined the shooting was a hoax and the district attorney’s office charged Van Meter with obstruction.
During sentencing Thursday, Lincoln County Assistant District Attorney Kurt Zengler said there is no doubt that Van Meter’s insistence on clinging to his “fantasy world” forced the Lincoln and Oneida County Sheriff’s Departments to waste valuable time investigating a crime that didn’t happen.
Zengler argued for 30 days jail time, even though he admitted he doesn’t believe time behind bars will alter Van Meter’s faith in his story, and he asked that the two departments receive approximately $11,000 in restitution.
“(Some time in jail) might get him to reform his conduct so there are no further flights of fancy that will cost the taxpayers money,” Zengler said.
Van Meter’s attorney, Marcus Berghahn, argued for probation and a $1,000 fine. He said the state never proved Van Meter shot himself (or that someone else shot him at his behest) and argued the local police decided the case was a hoax because they were in a hurry to resolve the matter before the summer tourist season.
Given his chance to speak, Van Meter angrily insisted that did not shoot himself or perpetrate a hoax. He claimed it is law enforcement officials who are living in a fantasy world and added that he is so disgusted with law enforcement in the Northwoods that he may run for sheriff in the next election.
“The hoax here is what has been crafted by the police and prosecution.” He also mocked the idea that he could shoot himself four times or that one of his friends would shoot him at his request. “This has been nothing but a slanderous, false and malicious lie from the beginning,” he said.
Finally, Van Meter said he is still investigating the alleged shooting with the help of a former director of the FBI.
“If you want something done right do it yourself,” he said.
Van Meter ended his speech with what appeared to be a reference to Jesus Christ and a quote from the Bible. He said he holds no grudge against the jurors who convicted him and added “Father forgive them for they know not what they do.”
In determining a sentence, Tlusty said he had to keep in mind the magnitude of Van Meter’s lie and the reality that the crime for which he was convicted is a misdemeanor.
He said he doesn’t believe Van Meter, who has no prior criminal history, is a threat to the public and agreed with both attorneys that a longer jail sentence would not have an impact. Before concluding the hearing he warned Van Meter that if he doesn’t behave while on probation he could be sentenced to a longer jail term.
Van Meter will be allowed Huber privileges and Tlusty said his probation agent will decide when the jail term should begin. Van Meter must also submit to any evaluation ordered by his probation officer.
He will be allowed to serve the sentence in Oneida County.
Last week, Van Meter filed a motion requesting a new trial. A hearing on that motion will be held Sept. 18.
11.9.08
Thursday
I didn't use the conveyance vehicle today!
I probably won't tomorrow!
It rained all bloody day!
Okay, I've used up my quota of exclamation points for the day.
Nothing happened today. Nothing. I didn't go to the pool (as predicted, I was too tired) and I was also too busy zapping wraiths with my new seriously awesome electrical spell in Oblivion.
Maybe when my hip has had a few days to repair itself I could try and make it up the hill by myself (famous last words).
I'm not in pain anymore (a plus) but the negative of this is that NOW I'm in a dangerous period. Because I no longer feel pain, I also feel like I can push myself further than I did before. Big Mistake. If I do push it too far, I will feel it and I'll be set back three days. Not Good.
I'm pretty certain that I will be resting this weekend. A lot. I'll probably be up to level 30 in Oblivion before the end of the weekend.
Not much else to say. Today was a rather boring day.
Ta,
Bec
I probably won't tomorrow!
It rained all bloody day!
Okay, I've used up my quota of exclamation points for the day.
Nothing happened today. Nothing. I didn't go to the pool (as predicted, I was too tired) and I was also too busy zapping wraiths with my new seriously awesome electrical spell in Oblivion.
Maybe when my hip has had a few days to repair itself I could try and make it up the hill by myself (famous last words).
I'm not in pain anymore (a plus) but the negative of this is that NOW I'm in a dangerous period. Because I no longer feel pain, I also feel like I can push myself further than I did before. Big Mistake. If I do push it too far, I will feel it and I'll be set back three days. Not Good.
I'm pretty certain that I will be resting this weekend. A lot. I'll probably be up to level 30 in Oblivion before the end of the weekend.
Not much else to say. Today was a rather boring day.
Ta,
Bec
Slower Than Molasses In January
So, hi. Spent yesterday trying to stay off of my hip, which is not as easy as it sounds.
First off, I had to eat-mostly because I had to take a painkiller to have any hope of moving slightly faster. I wound up walking to the cafeteria at a pace a tortoise would have gotten a laugh at. I mean it. I was moving very, very slowly.
Second off, my biology class has several different divisions to it, one being a lab. Some people have labs early in the morning, some of us are later.
So what am I supposed to do when it appears that part of my bio class is outside plucking leaves off the trees?
I just limped along behind the class and when given the opportunity to do so, I sat down. I told the teacher I wasn't moving fast and got the impression that if I didn't go outside with them, I would essentially not be in class. It was either move it or fail this lab, and why should I when the thing's so easy to do?
It's hard to rest when others aren't sympathetic to your plight, or when they won't let you.
I swear today's going to be far, far easier. Two classes, same building, less than an hour apart. I just park. Tah-dah. Done at 11:30.
I might go up to McPhee today and swim in the pool (honestly, what else am I supposed to do with my day?) I also have been told by both doctors now (9 AND 10?) that I'm supposed to be swimming like a fishie, so I should, if only to alleviate my crawling sense of guilt that I haven't done it yet.
So that's it. No Tennant reports as of yet, and I wish they'd get a move on. Some of us have been waiting three months to find out if we're looking at another year (two or three is almost too much to hope for) of Ten or if we're getting an Eleven.
Oh, this is for your amusement. I wish I'd kept my copy from Harlaxton, but eh, they had it online so yay!
First off, I had to eat-mostly because I had to take a painkiller to have any hope of moving slightly faster. I wound up walking to the cafeteria at a pace a tortoise would have gotten a laugh at. I mean it. I was moving very, very slowly.
Second off, my biology class has several different divisions to it, one being a lab. Some people have labs early in the morning, some of us are later.
So what am I supposed to do when it appears that part of my bio class is outside plucking leaves off the trees?
I just limped along behind the class and when given the opportunity to do so, I sat down. I told the teacher I wasn't moving fast and got the impression that if I didn't go outside with them, I would essentially not be in class. It was either move it or fail this lab, and why should I when the thing's so easy to do?
It's hard to rest when others aren't sympathetic to your plight, or when they won't let you.
I swear today's going to be far, far easier. Two classes, same building, less than an hour apart. I just park. Tah-dah. Done at 11:30.
I might go up to McPhee today and swim in the pool (honestly, what else am I supposed to do with my day?) I also have been told by both doctors now (9 AND 10?) that I'm supposed to be swimming like a fishie, so I should, if only to alleviate my crawling sense of guilt that I haven't done it yet.
So that's it. No Tennant reports as of yet, and I wish they'd get a move on. Some of us have been waiting three months to find out if we're looking at another year (two or three is almost too much to hope for) of Ten or if we're getting an Eleven.
Oh, this is for your amusement. I wish I'd kept my copy from Harlaxton, but eh, they had it online so yay!
9.9.08
Go On, Poke My Hip Again...And Watch Your Fingers Get Bitten Off.
Oh, I went to the physical therapist today. We decided that it was best to focus on my biggest problem first; namely, the right hip. I can live with the shoulder pain, but the hip is needed for getting to class.
So, what does the therapist do but what all doctors do these days when encountered with me? POKE. ME. Like a bloody cantaloupe in the store. Like testing out how soft a pillow is.
He found the spot where the problem was, all right. And then he proceeded to KEEP poking at it, as if my pain levels were going to change in the ten seconds he'd been off poking something else. As if me practically gnawing the back of my knuckles off in agony wasn't enough of an indication that he'd found the problem spot...
And then he told me to stay off the damn thing as much as possible the next little while. As I walk on it from day to day I am not helping heal the problem; merely keeping it going. It's going to take forever to heal if I keep walking on it. Taking the pressure off of the hip even a little bit should let the inflamed part of the joint go back to normal and I should be able to function like normal again.
This is logical and all, but how does one stop walking to CLASS? Hopefully the Uni vans will be able to actually pick me up on time and such stuff, or I'm going to be spending a lot of time parking it somewhere until my next class.
And wouldn't you know, when I'd finished at his office, what did I have to do but exactly what he told me NOT to do: walk. I had to walk back to campus because the bus never showed up to pick me up. So I just made the problem worse.
I also found out I inherited yet another trait from my mother; her flat feet. My feet aren't as flat as hers, but mine are noticeably flatter than the average person's. It causes me to twist my ankles funny when I walk because my arches collapse too much, which makes the muscles and joints of my hips have to work harder to compensate. Hence the problem in the hip is increased by my screwed-up anatomy. Lucky me.
I need corrective shoes for the problem; ones that won't let my ankles do funny twisty things every time I take a step.
I'm thinking of moving to shoes instead of sandals tomorrow. Possibly I could help the hip problem by a good bit of cushioning on those feet. With my fingers back, I could even tie my laces (if I had them).
Oi. As I told the therapist today, I am a messy knot of problems.
That's about it. I have to ride tomorrow instead of walking around. I promised the therapist. yippee!
Ta,
Bec
So, what does the therapist do but what all doctors do these days when encountered with me? POKE. ME. Like a bloody cantaloupe in the store. Like testing out how soft a pillow is.
He found the spot where the problem was, all right. And then he proceeded to KEEP poking at it, as if my pain levels were going to change in the ten seconds he'd been off poking something else. As if me practically gnawing the back of my knuckles off in agony wasn't enough of an indication that he'd found the problem spot...
And then he told me to stay off the damn thing as much as possible the next little while. As I walk on it from day to day I am not helping heal the problem; merely keeping it going. It's going to take forever to heal if I keep walking on it. Taking the pressure off of the hip even a little bit should let the inflamed part of the joint go back to normal and I should be able to function like normal again.
This is logical and all, but how does one stop walking to CLASS? Hopefully the Uni vans will be able to actually pick me up on time and such stuff, or I'm going to be spending a lot of time parking it somewhere until my next class.
And wouldn't you know, when I'd finished at his office, what did I have to do but exactly what he told me NOT to do: walk. I had to walk back to campus because the bus never showed up to pick me up. So I just made the problem worse.
I also found out I inherited yet another trait from my mother; her flat feet. My feet aren't as flat as hers, but mine are noticeably flatter than the average person's. It causes me to twist my ankles funny when I walk because my arches collapse too much, which makes the muscles and joints of my hips have to work harder to compensate. Hence the problem in the hip is increased by my screwed-up anatomy. Lucky me.
I need corrective shoes for the problem; ones that won't let my ankles do funny twisty things every time I take a step.
I'm thinking of moving to shoes instead of sandals tomorrow. Possibly I could help the hip problem by a good bit of cushioning on those feet. With my fingers back, I could even tie my laces (if I had them).
Oi. As I told the therapist today, I am a messy knot of problems.
That's about it. I have to ride tomorrow instead of walking around. I promised the therapist. yippee!
Ta,
Bec
8.9.08
Busy Day Today...
I must have been having one of my good days today. I managed to go down to the bookstore by the bus transfer center and buy some books for class that I needed. Then I went back and hopped on the Number 7, went to the local clinic and get my physical therapy set up for my shoulder and hip.
Tomorrow that happens. Mom already warned me I'm going to be worn out. I figured that much already.
I got some new (to me, anyway) Muse music over the weekend. They had two demo tapes back in the day, and the average Muse fan can apparently get the later one if they know where to look (apparently the first one is being held hostage by someone close to the band (some say one of Dom's exes, possibly even one of the band members, and nobody's going to release those songs.)
But I got the second one, in its entirety, with crystalline clarity and Matt not having a clue how his voice worked yet (his notes were all over the place, like he was on a rollercoaster.) It was all perfectly legal; someone happened to get that original tape, remastered it, and put it up for everyone else to get ahold of, purely out of the goodness of their hearts. I thank them so much-it was wonderful.
So of course, me being me, I went and got it the minute I heard of it. About half the songs I had heard later versions of already, but the other half were very old songs that never made it beyond this demo. And they were sweet, too. Very different style than the studio made album from two years later (this demo was made in 1997...meaning the band was still in their teens when they recorded it).
It's a scream to hear your favorite band when they were just getting rolling. Incubus, being my second favorite, just sound insane (since one of the songs is Psychopsilocybin and the album title is Fungus Amongus, I think I know why they were insane...bit of 'shroom? Some weed, perhaps?)
Of course, Muse freely admitted to having done the 'shrooms. There's a couple videos on Youtube. I saw some stuff other places, too. I don't condone drug use or anything, but they did and do what they do. Neither band seems addicted to what they were doing-in fact Muse have mostly given up the 'shrooms and Incubus appears to have grown beyond the weed. Mostly. I'm okay with a little recreational use as long as they A) don't get caught and B)don't hurt anyone.
So, physical therapy tomorrow. Yay me. If I can get out of bed to type when I get back, I'll try and write an entry. But I'm making no promises.
Oh, and my Capstone. Ha. I have to write two stories for my 400-level English class. Now those who aren't doing a Capstone have to revise one of them. Capstoners have to revise both. Then there's some other stuff that I have to do and ta dah! I have done it-the thing I've been dreading for three straight years.
I don't know what I was so worried about. If I get two decent ideas and stretch them out to 10 or 15 pages I'm in the clear. Practically easier than breathing.
So, I have to get some sleep so I can at least be partially prepared for the tweaking nasties tomorrow...
Ta,
Bec
Tomorrow that happens. Mom already warned me I'm going to be worn out. I figured that much already.
I got some new (to me, anyway) Muse music over the weekend. They had two demo tapes back in the day, and the average Muse fan can apparently get the later one if they know where to look (apparently the first one is being held hostage by someone close to the band (some say one of Dom's exes, possibly even one of the band members, and nobody's going to release those songs.)
But I got the second one, in its entirety, with crystalline clarity and Matt not having a clue how his voice worked yet (his notes were all over the place, like he was on a rollercoaster.) It was all perfectly legal; someone happened to get that original tape, remastered it, and put it up for everyone else to get ahold of, purely out of the goodness of their hearts. I thank them so much-it was wonderful.
So of course, me being me, I went and got it the minute I heard of it. About half the songs I had heard later versions of already, but the other half were very old songs that never made it beyond this demo. And they were sweet, too. Very different style than the studio made album from two years later (this demo was made in 1997...meaning the band was still in their teens when they recorded it).
It's a scream to hear your favorite band when they were just getting rolling. Incubus, being my second favorite, just sound insane (since one of the songs is Psychopsilocybin and the album title is Fungus Amongus, I think I know why they were insane...bit of 'shroom? Some weed, perhaps?)
Of course, Muse freely admitted to having done the 'shrooms. There's a couple videos on Youtube. I saw some stuff other places, too. I don't condone drug use or anything, but they did and do what they do. Neither band seems addicted to what they were doing-in fact Muse have mostly given up the 'shrooms and Incubus appears to have grown beyond the weed. Mostly. I'm okay with a little recreational use as long as they A) don't get caught and B)don't hurt anyone.
So, physical therapy tomorrow. Yay me. If I can get out of bed to type when I get back, I'll try and write an entry. But I'm making no promises.
Oh, and my Capstone. Ha. I have to write two stories for my 400-level English class. Now those who aren't doing a Capstone have to revise one of them. Capstoners have to revise both. Then there's some other stuff that I have to do and ta dah! I have done it-the thing I've been dreading for three straight years.
I don't know what I was so worried about. If I get two decent ideas and stretch them out to 10 or 15 pages I'm in the clear. Practically easier than breathing.
So, I have to get some sleep so I can at least be partially prepared for the tweaking nasties tomorrow...
Ta,
Bec
7.9.08
Long Time No Write
Hey, y,all. I have been very, very tired the last month (that was my excuse for not writing for 36 days. There it goes...)
A. I am back in school. This could be a good or a bad thing, depending on how this week goes and point B, which I'm about to make.
B)I DO NOT HAVE ARTHRITIS. Not at the moment, anyway. It's gone poofka, bazaam, whee. It's gone. I can now move my fingers and everything.
As weird as this seems, I did have an MRI the past month. It revealed that the arthritis did some minor damage to the right side of my left wrist (bone got chewed apparently). I also have a partially torn ligament on the other side of the same wrist.
Oh, and because we didn't get to the arthritis pain in time, my brain went immune system overdrive psycho and now I have fibromyalgia. Like my mother. Like my mother's sister. Like my maternal grandmother.
Fibro, for those not in the know, is basically a pain syndrome. It doesn't apparently do any damage to anything, but it makes you TIRED. I'm getting a full night's sleep every night but if I push myself at the pace I used to go at, by the beginning of the afternoon I am wiped out.
I'm also in pain nearly 24-7. It's mostly back pain; feels most days like I've been run over by a semi (or a truck if I'm having a good day)
SO, let's list this out for all of you now, eh?
Tendonitis in my right rotator cuff.
Bursitis in my right hip (driving me insane)
Bad knees (right one's acting up, probably because of the hip)
Back ache all day
A slightly nibbled left wrist
A partially torn ligament in the same wrist, but on the opposite side (Lord knows how I did THAT to myself.)
And to top the banana cupcake with edible ball bearings, fibromyalgia!
C. Anna's now at River Falls, Sara's on the last year of high school (though she could get out early) and I'm hopefully on the last year before I get my bachelor's and go to Madison for my Master's in library science.
That's about it. I will try and write every day, but I'm still getting a handle on this damn thing and some weeknights lately I am too tired to even function, much less type.
Ta,
Bec
A. I am back in school. This could be a good or a bad thing, depending on how this week goes and point B, which I'm about to make.
B)I DO NOT HAVE ARTHRITIS. Not at the moment, anyway. It's gone poofka, bazaam, whee. It's gone. I can now move my fingers and everything.
As weird as this seems, I did have an MRI the past month. It revealed that the arthritis did some minor damage to the right side of my left wrist (bone got chewed apparently). I also have a partially torn ligament on the other side of the same wrist.
Oh, and because we didn't get to the arthritis pain in time, my brain went immune system overdrive psycho and now I have fibromyalgia. Like my mother. Like my mother's sister. Like my maternal grandmother.
Fibro, for those not in the know, is basically a pain syndrome. It doesn't apparently do any damage to anything, but it makes you TIRED. I'm getting a full night's sleep every night but if I push myself at the pace I used to go at, by the beginning of the afternoon I am wiped out.
I'm also in pain nearly 24-7. It's mostly back pain; feels most days like I've been run over by a semi (or a truck if I'm having a good day)
SO, let's list this out for all of you now, eh?
Tendonitis in my right rotator cuff.
Bursitis in my right hip (driving me insane)
Bad knees (right one's acting up, probably because of the hip)
Back ache all day
A slightly nibbled left wrist
A partially torn ligament in the same wrist, but on the opposite side (Lord knows how I did THAT to myself.)
And to top the banana cupcake with edible ball bearings, fibromyalgia!
C. Anna's now at River Falls, Sara's on the last year of high school (though she could get out early) and I'm hopefully on the last year before I get my bachelor's and go to Madison for my Master's in library science.
That's about it. I will try and write every day, but I'm still getting a handle on this damn thing and some weeknights lately I am too tired to even function, much less type.
Ta,
Bec
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)