Intaglio

Keep (Faith)

2009-12-18T05:59:20Z

Frisbeetarianism - the belief that, after death, the soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

...Would lol again.

All Bands (As Above, So Below)

2009-12-17T02:10:36Z

YOU GUYS HAVE GOT TO TRY THIS THING.

Thunder (Blood And Tectonics)

2009-12-14T13:48:43Z

If you like d'n'b, darkstep, industrial, or anything crunchy.

Hie thee forth to the Youtubes.

Turn up the volume.

Type in "Black Sun Empire".

BE HEALTHY; FEEL GOOD!

When, Nurse? When can I go ~~home~~?

You want the truth, don't you?

I particularly recommend "Don't You" and "Bitemark".

It's exactly as hhhrrrnnnnghtffssss ♥ as the title suggests.

Ladylike (Interdiction)

2009-12-13T15:25:11Z

Fanny Hill isn't much of a book, but it makes an excellent mousepad.

Sirena (All The Powers Of Water)

2009-12-12T07:56:57Z

Before I sleep:

Beauty.

Redux (Spin)

2009-12-11T16:20:12Z

ranty_rie. Meme. Repeat; answers have changed substantially.

Three Things You Want To Do Before You Die:

1. Win at something, big, celebrating on the front page of the Times of New York under inch-high type. (You asked.)
2. Can I add Chris Pine to my MET THEM! AND THEY HUGGED BACK! list?
3. Love

Three Names You Go By:

1. Jheti
2. Slayer
3. ahahahahaha I've been Ayel for months. Ask me about the Romulan tramp stamp joke?

Three Parts Of Your Heritage: in vague order of DNA concentration!

1. German. SOLID, if with an Austrian twist. On all sides of the family, including those not my blood. Uber alles, and fuck you. <3
2. Creek; Blackfoot intermarriage somewhere, iirc
3. Ulster Scots

Three Things That Scare You:

1. Swing, tortion, mannequins, and strobe lighting.
2. Tiramisu.
3. Spiders.

Three Of Your Everyday Essentials:

1. CAFFEINE
2. Intertubes
3. At least one anxiety attack. Illusions optional.

Three Things You Are Wearing Right Now:

1. Pajama pants
2. Class of '01 t-shirt
3. Bhat chains (they never come off)

Three Things You Want In A Relationship:

1. Honesty
2. Loyalty
3. A lack of pressure re: fucking. I've literally never gotten this one. Hence giving up. I don't need anyone that badly.

Two Truths And A Lie (in no particular order):

1. I find myself going away, never wanting to go back again.
2. Fulfillment is almost as good as happiness. And it costs so much less.
3. You'll say I'm crazy, baby I know, but I believe in happy endings.

Three Physical Things About The Preferred Sex That Appeal To You:

1. Eyes
2. Personality
3. Rack. If you lack a rack, baby, I'm checking out your arms and back. So turn around and I'll pick up the slack

Three Of Your Favorite Hobbies:

1. Lying
2. Writing
3. Getting away with it

Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Dude:

1. I fucking swear to goddam hell and every other motherfuckin' place, asshole.
2. I'm physical with people I like. Handshake fistbump hair scruffle jostle whatever, I've probably done it. You'll know I like you 'cause *tap tap squeeze scruff high-five*
3. I hold doors for people. Chick, dude, transitioning, doesn't matter; it's the nice thing to do.

Three Ways That You Are Stereotypically A Chick:

1. Lipstick.
2. Pink bedroom.
3. I have a stuffed animal collection.

Without saying names say something to three people.

1) And I was wondering, could I just be you tonight?
2) You are my hero. Is that a good thing?
3) You're fascinating.

What’s something that always gives you the chills?

People who stand behind me. You feel like corpses.

What do people think about you that isn’t true?

A lot. None of it is good. Happily, none of it is true, either.

How many months until your birthday?

Less than thirty days!

Who is the first girl you’d go to if there was something wrong?

No one. Sorry.

Do you like to cuddle?

Oh, yes, but not with strangers. I must know you a little before I consistently touch.

What’s the best feeling in the world?

Alcohol, followed immediately by a hard, borderline scalding shower.

How’s your heart lately?

Arrhythmic and rapid, with a stutter on the end like a falling stone. My feelings are work-benumbed; I'm thawing to excited for Impending Ducktales Marathon on DVD, followed by Trek XI and The Bloodwing Voyages to replace my coverless, mostly backless dog-eared copy of My Enemy, My Ally. I take crippling the source material very, very seriously.

We're gonna run, run, RUN; to the cities of the future!

How long can you go without your phone?

I CAN'T, MY FACULTY ARE STORED IN THERE D= I have one crazy associate in there; I never call her and am relieved that she does not call me.

Are you missing someone?

Always.

The Usual (Waiting For Noon)

2009-12-10T16:16:00Z

It's identical to every semester since I started college. The pattern is exact, and repeats thusly:

A+ A- A B.

There is rain waiting in the sky, heavy wet grey and I can tell it will be cold, when next I put myself through the door to feel water falling on my head some of them miss rain and I have always liked it, though I like it best warm.

Text is defying me again, certain things that don't go in words, the charged wet quality of the air, the feeling of happening so close to the surface.

Do I want a drink? I can't tell.

Exactly So (Thus)

2009-12-09T03:38:03Z

WHY CAN'T YOU ALL BE ON THE SAME DAY.

WHY DO I HAVE TO WASTE A WHOLE DAY TOMORROW.

I WOULD CRY BUT I'M ALL OUT OF GIVING A SHIT. WHATEVER THAT IS MADE OF. I DO NOT HAVE IT ANYMORE.

GIVING A SHIT. I AM FRESH OUT.

SRYSLY.

Basically the only reason you're seeing this icon is that Netflix is slow so there's no Nero headdesk yet.

Because that was no icon that was my life.

Even makes her own puns, folks.

No applause. Just throw alcohol.

Two Moons (Once In A Blue)

2009-12-07T17:35:21Z

YOU GUYS.

Rawson Thurber (scriptwriter, Dodgeball) JUST FINISHED the first full draft OF THE ELFQUEST MOVIE like, five days ago.

The editor in chief and co-writer of the book says so.

May actually not be vaporware.

Oh. My. God. <3

(Totally need a better copy of that picture. Possibly a .gif. SOONISH. Ahahahaha.)

Now to sleep for two hours and then finish out the report/final exam for drop-off tomorrow. The last of my finals is TOMORROW night wtf self overeager much.

(Please, let them be kind and smile on me though I mocked the same gods while their backs were turned; is this not the prayer of every student? So.)

eta to fix detour through microscopic black hole.

Radiance (Blink The Brightest)

2009-12-04T22:26:36Z

this entire blog is probably the most relevant thing to my interests since EVER.

The marketing track are all scary bitches, but they get to study the fun stuff *seething envy*.

It's the most perfect thing. Most perfect blog. <3

Stayin' Alive (Not An Addict)

2009-12-04T06:16:08Z

Almost there.

I'll be so happy when this is actually all done for reals.

Too exhausted to finish the timelog/wrap/memos.

Finished the website and alternates for the design. Long nasty story that I don't want to rehash, 'cause it only happened because I'm so tired all the time. No other reason.

So much of this semester has been my own damn fault, and I will not at all be sorry to see it over with.

I'll finally get to stop spinning plates for what, fifteen whole days?

Burnout, I'm pretty sure I am working on a whopping case of it.

OTOH, I now know some things about some professors in my fields. Like the fact that they're really awesome people, who know really cool things, but they demand carrying forty-odd pounds of dead tree, WHICH you have to photocopy yourself, out of your own pocket, actually costing more than the typical $60-$85 communications/social science text.

To say nothing of trying to get the papers away from the Reserve desk so that you CAN photocopy them.

God almighty. You'd think I was after the Presidential suitcase with the nuclear codes inside.

And heaven forfend you should want to SCAN the books, so you can get four sheets to a page instead of two. The screaming leviathan BEAST of a machine on the third floor probably emits frequencies only bats can hear. No lie, it makes the table tremble.

This entry had a point but it escapes me.

I put XI and Up into my queue and intend to watch them back to back to back to back to back upon their arrival.

Why, Yes (I Do Have No Life)

2009-11-30T05:19:17Z

Capslock flail goes here. I'm half done. With the whole mess. Maybe two-thirds done.

PUT CONTACT DATA ON THE ONESIE
Finish splash page
MAKE MAILER CARD
COPYPASTA A FLIER (modify brochure)
MAKE WORKS CITED (MLA)
COPYPASTA A MEMO (update draft memo)

Of course, I still have to do a wrap memo and backfilled timesheet (hahahaha I should've majored in fiction, if you're catching my drift) FOR AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PROJECT after that's all done.

Oh, oh, and a book report!

But I've had the book read and highlighter-dumped for some time now, and I have...five hours Tuesday to take care of that.

D= I forgot about the presentation! For YET ANOTHER CLASS.

I'll do it Wednesday. I'll have no choice, at that point, BUT to do it on the morning of the day that it is due.

And then I will collapse sobbing into my latte`, but they will be tears of sweet, sweet victory.

I hope.

Mass (Transit)

2009-11-29T16:12:17Z

I've moved into the living room, the better for to keep an eye on the ~~children~~ dogs.

More or less next to the TV. And we all have very different personal tastes and theories of waking up.

So, my mornings look like...

Breakcore Fred and Ginger with outer-space codependence on the side?

No sudden dubsteb darling don't you do.

Ladies and Gentlemen...fasten your seatbelts
You are free to move about the cabin
We may experience some slight turbulence
And then explode

PC Police (Help A Jheti Out?)

2009-11-28T19:15:46Z

Hey. I'm deep, deep in a project I thought I had all of next weekend to work on.

Yeah. That would be a no.

ANYway.

It's a fake pamphlet for a fake charity that helps fake people learn to fake read.

And I can't think of what we call ex-cons and parolees in PC language.

I'm thinking of something along the lines of "correctional (noun)", in the same vein that jails have magically become "correctional facilities" in the last few years.

My bullshitter gland is totally fried by IMPENDING FINALS and wiki is not being helpful.

Assistance pls?

Physical (Intangibility)

2009-11-26T17:01:22Z

So, like, how come all the XI Romulans are built like football players?

Are you for real.

They are miners. They haul rocks. For a job. Do you know so very many individuals in this profession that you can offer substantive criticism? Just going from my step-uncle and his construction contractor friends, who were only of the weekend warrior subset back before the crash, this conjecture is entirely plausible. They definitely didn't work out off-shift.

The magical black holes, y've got me there. But don't be stupid about perfectly well-reasoned choices just because it's not a Picard movie.

Shit, son, I'd like to see you do twenty arm-curls holding a stapler. *Snort.*

Debrief (So Take Off All Your Clothes)

2009-11-23T14:24:49Z

I don't feel really myself, wasn't sure of anything until I put Splashdown on loud enough to hurt.

Then I felt better, and now I'm going to go do my report some more. It's due Wednesday and not even half done. Maybe a third done.

I really don't want to spend all of Tuesday on it. But I will if I have to.

God/gods/Elements/imaginary friends here.

I need a vacation.

Soon, soon, soon.

I'm going to look so gross. I don't care.

Black swimsuit? It bows outward at two ends, unable to hold either of them.

I'm rather prouder of the top, but that's neither here nor there.

Hahahaha big fat alto in a big fat black bathing suit!

YOU GUYS.

I'm Ursula. *Grin.*

IN MY DAY WE HAD FANTASTICAL FEASTS, WHEN I LIVED IN THE PALACE.

Soon, bbs.

ALSO SEDGUH:HGEDJASLGHSAH:GFJKLFDla WE'LL NEVER SAY GOODBYE GOT AN UPDATE.

I am seriously stupid happy.

Ayel knows things should be different. He doesn't regret a single day.

igrab is my Victar. I am so not kidding. ♥

Apparently I'm someone else's, too, which is scary considering it was for brainbasement whump.

Or sadism, in the plain English.

(Anything for a reaction, children. And apparently I have a lot of leftover anger about this very thing, why can't you be dead like ~~him~~ her; die, die my darling.)

Oh, Obvious!fandom, you entrance and terrify me. ♥

Bad Jheti (No Biscuit)

2009-11-21T07:04:02Z

Darling,

I don't care how warm and fluffy and adorable she is, you cannot name your newest creature Eibhul.

Tribble. In the fake language that's eating my neurons.

I don't even have to spellcheck things like "Understood, sir" anymore ohgod help.

She is like a Tribble with a face. That whines and licks instead of purring.

hlkjfdssdaajdfnkas ♥

However Roxanne does not like her. I will have to watch them very closely these next few days, as Untitled Fluffpile Who Cannot Have A Rihan Name is only a puppy yet, and too easily squished by an eleven-pound bully like the Roxy Miss.

Roxy Miss is jealous. This will take time.

I have twenty pages of paper; two papers and a massive graphic design project, to DO. This weekend.

ORZ.

ALSO. How much ass does Windows 7 kick? Seriously. My computer loads from cold in half the time and my tablet actually works now.

Briefly (Gods And Monsters)

2009-11-17T10:24:46Z

It's not a queer theory post; stop drooling.

So I was at the arcade, and there was a dude there. And he was kinda fug but decent looking Enough, and I'm thinking, An actual Potential Friend! and stuff. And he's playing Guitar Hero or w/e, and he knows all the songs.

Like. Aerosmith and NIN and (insert act that impresses thirtysomethings and Boomers; I've been old since I was in diapers whut). And he's totally going for it, and I'm thinking, Yeah, I wanna be his friend.

And he's a vampire.

Only, instead of dazzling me, he's whiny and wheedly and pushing for something he ain't gonna get. Namely, my blood. Because, hello, that's a predator and all of a sudden I have a survival instinct, and goddamnit why did it have to be this, he was so cool, too.

So. Cynical, as always; thanks, how are you.

But now I'm torn. Should I be all DOWNERFACE! that it was a disappointing pressure-y dream, or excited and happy that this is my first ever actual dream about meeting a guy? Meaning even I am actually capable of something normal.

Doobie (Or Not To Be)

2009-11-15T00:31:48Z

Honestly, if you pair this with the pending legalization measures for medicinal uses,

they may well have created an unstoppable political ~~excuse~~ powerhouse.

I mean, I don't give a shit; my druggie friend helped me discover that I'm CALL-AN-AMBULANCE allergic just to the fumes.

So it literally makes no difference to me.

I just find the possibility for justification enormous and therefore fascinating, particularly from a social sciences mindset.

Follow the money.

All it ever is is money.

Anyone who says it's not money? Thinks it's power, and is misinformed.

It's the money.

GET RICH OR DIE TRYIN'.

Amen hallelujah.

Pretentious (Precious Moments)

2009-11-14T02:05:26Z

Pissing discontent
I don't have any change, sir
A butterfly drops dead

Tralala (De La)

2009-11-13T00:36:01Z

Her, too.

Timbre (Tone, Tonne, Donne, Done, Down)

2009-11-11T20:16:22Z

Interesting.

Possibilities (I've Been Waiting For You)

2009-11-09T05:04:30Z

So.

Splashdown's unreleased demos and remixes disc that they bundled with orders as a thankyou gift to paying customers back before their house folded?

I HAS IT.

In lossless copy.

You want? Hit me up. <3

If the rings that I ran were lines, just imagine how much farther I could be, yeah

nyohah likely has it, too, and will as equally likely share, so if you decide I have the Internet cooties or w/e, you can pester her instead.

DKSLAFSA; THIS FUCKING DEMO <3

Now these horns are red and this bull can rest, no more scarlet capes to chase

Protest Too Much (Gravitational)

2009-11-08T14:54:39Z

Has my endless Romulan mouthfoam TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?

You guys.

You CANNOT TRUST THE SENATE.

Not A Ballad (O, Sing This Once Again)

2009-11-01T17:34:48Z

Had things to say, but they melted; can't be that significant, then.
I'm satisfied with so much.
In life, I mean. Are you happy? I'm satisfied.
The real secret of life is to settle for what you have.
(However, this does not sell books.)
I am immensely satisfied.

The joys of neutral gear.
Work to do, work to do, and always miles to go, la.
I say goodbye in raw spring and high summer.
They never say hello back.

White space
is an entirely inadequate substitution
for a single finite point of ink--
Ex nihlio, done.

(If you press the Enter key in single space, that's poetry, sonny boy.)