Friday, October 28, 2011

Plat du Jour.

So it's been awhile since I've done one of these. The plate of the day is Amandine, and it was recommended by Hjalmar. It's a Romanian dessert, and while mine looks suspiciously like any other slice of chocolate cake would, it's glazed with dark-chocolate, filled with a cocoa butter-cream, and soaked in a cappuccino-flavored syrup.

You are gaining weight just by looking at it.

It was thoroughly eaten by my sister, but not me as I was ill at the time, and couldn't taste anything; I think this is largely a product of the unseasonably cold weather that's been plaguing Upstate New York for awhile now - it actually snowed last night, though nothing stuck. It's nice, until your feet get cold. If your feet get cold and you've already taken a shower, you'd better deal with it, Chump, because you're having perpetually-iced feet until you sleep.

I believe I've found work in the form of a man with an extraordinarily thick Jewish accent. His name is Dominick, and he operates a local Pharmacy. I had gone in to apply for lousy clerk-work with a man named Niles, and he essentially said, "How's about I dial up the Pharmacy, and see if they can help you?"

I explained to Dominick that I would be limited hours so long as I didn't own a car, but that I was content to walk if need be, to his Pharmacy. He said he was willing to accommodate me and let me work weekends, which leaves me with some time to work a second job, possibly Bayberry Uniforms who I am meeting with next week, if I would like to.

It's kind of unfortunate that all of this good favor hits me just as I prepared to shack-up with Meiling to play Ragnarok Online in my spare time, but I can't complain. Perhaps, with employment sorted and all going well, I can feel free to be a bit more generous with mail, and that's more than hopping about as a Taekwon would net me.

I've upped my weight at the Gym a little. I'm slowly inching towards my goals.

It was also John and my Mother's birthday last night. I treated my mother to Sushi, and I'm treating John to a Cucumber Soda I've been saving for him.

I also won a Cooking Contest. I feel very esteemed. I won with Chili, which is not usually my favorite thing to prepare, but I prepare it well.

In closing, I've been on a bit of a PREPOSTERONE kick. It's rather troublesome, as I've begun to lose my polish in favor of my sexual appetite. I'm trying to keep it managed, and I've dodged a lot of oncoming advances...

...It feels really good to do that. It reassures me that I'm thoroughly and happily enchanted by my special someone.

Monday, October 17, 2011

All Day Long.






Don't stop, work it while you're on top. Call the cops.

I've spent the majority of the morning in a Gym, working out to this particular track. I dug it up after three or four years - It used to be my macho play-boy cousin, Eric's, mantra.

I'm shamelessly singing it, sweaty and feeling attractive.
This was supposed to be my "relaxation day", but it's really more of my "Do what I wan" day. In compensation for missing my work out yesterday, I've upped my weight. After about three weeks or so, I'll up it a final time, and be at the goal weight I'd been hoping to lift.

I've been devoting a lot of time to troubled people, and only recently have I become aware that it's starting to sour my relations with a few people. Talking with Emily and Catherine, I've decided to take a day to do everything I want for a change. And it's been a very bitchin', PREPOSTERONE day.

I've finished all my sewing, I've had a good meal for the first time in probably...Four days or so. As in, a meal that wasn't chock-full of cheese and sodium. I'm planning on teriyaki something later tonight, unless I can find figs for cheap - I'm a little leery about spending more money, though, as I have to afford postage later today to get my sewing projects out.

Hjalmar's been learning to play the Piano something fierce, and has just finished learning to play the Waltz of the Lazy Chair Room, from Castlevania. It's pretty awesome. Perhaps more awesome than JC Chasez's pelvic-thrusting. I don't know how to add those tiny little media-players to play an uploaded file, though. I don't believe Upload Video works for it, so in the meantime, here's a Link to it, so you can marvel at Meiling's fingerwork.

After finally flattening out the entirety of a coin, I tried to beat it into a sort of wire-frame and curl it around itself. It promptly broke into pieces beneath my tiny mallet, so I've begun working on a different project, making Rings out of wood.
How to go about element-proofing it - topcoat, varnish, or something - has yet to really leap out to me. It doesn't really matter, though, because I don't want to work on them today, so you'll just have to deal.

I've been devising these little groups lead by two warring sisters, one a Witch and one a sort of blind Crusader-person. They both have very like-minded goals to help people, but they have almost different intentions. Different ways they go about it. The big picture's the same, but everything else is different. I'd like to call them Fool's Abbey and The Coven Atelier.
It's all generic planning though, stirred up from a look at some older Harvest Moon games. The Witch Princess and her constant arguing with the Harvest Goddess.

I've recently been given this little hat that has a brim for holding pins - it's naturally pretty good for my bottle-cap ones. I've got one from Boylan Bottling Co. and plan on getting two more, from Curiosity Cola and Fever Tree Soda; I'm looking towards Fever Tree first, because it comes in Bitter Lemon, which is essentially Carbonated Chen, and as such, I imagine I can get it out to a few Touhou fans for giggles, and lewd jokes about watersports and such. I hope you like lemon soda, Green-Eyes.

In closing, here's a comic whipped up by a friend of mine, Aaron. He's known me for quite awhile, and has taken to making these comics in Walfas' Character-Poser thing, mostly cataloging events in his life and stories about people he knows. He took the time to make one about me, and my notoriously bad puns - Enjoy it:

Friday, October 14, 2011

Because I Have This Kind of Spare Time.

Here is a fucking massive quiz.

What time are you starting this quiz?: 9:38 AM.
Do you like quizzes?: I wouldn't bother with one if I didn't.
What is your age?: Nineteen.
What is your gender?: Male.
What is your ethnic group?: I'm a Caucasian Dutch-Italian-Indian mutt.
What is your Location?: Liverpool, in Syracuse, New York.
What is your Eye color?: Brown.
What is your IQ?: I'm not certain - I'm scholastically-distinguished, if that counts.
What are / were your normal school grades?: I was in the top quarter percentile. A's.
Do / Did you like school?: Looking back, a regimented lifestyle was a good thing.
What grade are you in?: I've graduated, and am waiting for the next College opening.
Are you in college?: Not yet.
Will you be honest about this question, and ALL of the questions?: Sure.
What is your favorite TV show?: I catch Tosh.0 on very rare occasion. My family likes it so it's a rare unity-moment.
Cartoon?: I kind of dig Tom and Jerry.
Would you download music?: I seafaring-bandit all of my music.
Do you know where you are?: I'm in a second-story apartment, in New York. In a chair.
Do you like this quiz so far?: I knew full-well what I was getting myself into.
Do you have YIM?: No.
Do you know what YIM is?: Yahoo Instant-Messenger.
Do you like The Sims or The Sims 2?: No, but I had a good time playing Sim City with Liam a long ways back.
What kind of shoes do you have?: A pair of old black dress-shoes, some annihilated work-shoes, and a pair of tennis-shoes for the gym and jogging.
Sneakers or Sandals?: Sandals.
Do you call it... Soda Pop, Coke, The name of the drink, Pop, Fizzy Water?: I call it soda.
Would you drink Underage?: I have. It was pretty unexciting, though I didn't get drunk.
Are you a vegetarian?: I was for a good span of my life.
Are you a healthy person?: I work out, and on occasion, I eat well. I take a multivitamin in the morning, too.
Do you excercise often?: I attend the Gym every other day, and sometimes on the day I skip depending on if I'm feeling mopey and need to be active.
do yuo typo ofetn/ : It depends on how well I've slept.
Could you read that? : Yes - "Do you typo often?"
When did you last look at the sky?: Just now, to give this a good answer. I's overcast.
When did you last go outside?: Feeding the stray cat that wander by my house.
When did you last eat a banana?: It's been awhile. Probably a month or two.
When did you last scream at your parents?: On my first driving exam.
Are you a daredevil?: I get shit done, but I'm safe about it.
Do you hate the south?: I don't like the temperatures, crime or the Jingoism associated with it. Other than that, the South's fine.
Do you hate the North?: The North's okay, so long as you're not in a small town.
Are you religious?: I pray and meditate on occasion. I own a rosary.
Do you think I'll judge you based on your answers?: I don't know who made this.
Are you a blonde?: I'm a brunette.
Are you a dumb blonde?: I'm a brainy brunette.
Do you type in perfect sentences?: You bet I do.
or do u tyep like this lol: No.
0R wOr$3 DO U 7Yp3 lIk3 t#!$?????!/1/1/1/1: No.
Do you judge those that type like that?: Yes. Like a seething text-bigot.
Do you judge people?: Yes, but I typically get a good summation of their personality and upbringing first.
Do you make fun of people?: In good humor, I do.
Are you planning on taking over the world?: My Buddhists are infiltrating the ranks of your puppet oligarchy as we speak.
Have you taken over the world?: As. We. Speak.
Are you in shape?: I've got arms, shoulders, and pecs-in-the-making.
Are you fat?: No. Though I could use a firmer rear. Squats don't help much.
Would it be all over if you get fat?: No, but I'd be desperately trying to fix it so I felt SEXUALLY CONFIDENT.
Is it all about American Idol?: You've mistaken me for my little sister.
Do you like American Idol?: I don't follow it.
Do you want to kill your neighbor?: My neighbor's deaf - he's pretty cool, actually.
What is your favorite kind of clothing?: Layered, button-up, scarf-covered Winter fashion.
When did you last run around?: Two days ago at 1:00 AM when it rained.
Do you cry often?: A bit more than usual as of late - I've been getting sappy and sentimental.
When did you last prank your neighbors?: When I was like, ten.
Would you prank your neighbors?: Yeah - my friend Eddie and I blocked their toilet-drainage pipe with stones, when I lived in England.
Would you rather party, or be alone?: It's easier to dance badly in a crowd.
Are you friendly? Or all alone and misunderstood?: It's best to be forthcoming, but keep a bit of mystery for that someone-special.
Or just hate people?: I have bouts of snarky humor, but that's about it.
Are you racist?: No, though I joke about being White and doomed to racial-disapproval.
Homophobic?: Hardly - prior to meeting someone in particular, I was convinced I might swing that way.
Stereotypical?: Not too terribly - I mean, I suplex the expectations of my Zodiac.
Do you hate the above?: I don't hate stereotypical people, but they're not interesting.
Do you just lick the filling off of Oreos?: I'm not fond of Oreos.
Do you think Pokemon is about the dumbest thing ever?: Audino and Mienfoo, represent.
Do you think Pokemon is about the coolest thing ever?: Pokemon's okay, but it's been awhile. I don't play with people, so it gets old quick.
Do you dress or act certain way to fit in?: I keep dapper - clean-cut people are seen as respectable just about anywhere.
Do you think this is stupid?: I could be doing something better...
Type your name with your eyes closed: Zack.
Do you have pop ups blocked?: Yes, though my blocker's mediocre at best.
Do you have a friend name Kelly?: No.
What is your favorite Shampoo?: There was this really good Rosemary and Mint stuff I found a long time ago, but it's since vanished.
Conditioner?: I use Just Brunette - it was on clearance.
Who are you obsessed with?: I'd like to look like Larry Butz.
Do you have any obsessions?: Yes.
If so what?: Staying out of social-debt. Mailing people. Stuff like that.
Are you addicted to caffeiene?: No, but I'm addicted to Club Soda, kind of.
Do you consider yourself good looking?: I like how I look, yeah.
Do you have self confidence?: You know it.
...Too much self confidence?: It depends on the occasion - sometimes I overshoot it.
Do you have low self esteem?: Sometimes. I'm convinced I'll always be a shitty driver.
High self esteem?: Yes.
WAY TOO MUCH self esteem?: No - I know when to be humble.
When did you last eat an apple?: I grated it into curry to sweeten it.
What color was it?: Red.
Do you have a laptop or desktop?: I have a lap-oven netbook.
Are you on your OWN computer?: Yes, I got it in preparation for college on Black Friday.
Are you old enough for a job?: Yes.
Do you have one if you're old enough?: I had one. Now I'm looking for one.
Are you to lazy to get one?: I've got a conference with a Human Resources Manager later today.
What kind of music do you like?: Chiptuney stuff, Jazz, stuff I've gathered through people I know.
What is your favorite band?: I have a lot of DJ Sharpnel, but I don't know if he's my favorite.
What is a band you HATE?: Nickleback.
Name a random person you know in real life: Mike, my deaf-mute neighbor.
Name a random person you know from online: Hjalmar.
Name a random word: Wallop.
What are you doing?: Fixing to take a break to talk to Onni.
Whats on your mind?: How I need to finish my roleplay-arc with Onni and meet with Renee.
Do you watch south park?: No.
Are you weird?: I think weird's become normal. I'm pretty mundane, but it strikes people as odd, when I would've been boring in like, the 1940's.
Are you daring?: I step up to the plate when nobody will, sometimes. I think I'm a little daring.
Are you sane?: Yeah, but I was a little unstable when I was young.
Do you have any pets?: Two cats and an aging dog. Napoleon, Gwenny, and Birdie.
Have you ever been to a karaoke bar?: Yes. We sang Chop Chop Master Onion's bit from Parappa. And the Pokemon themesong.
Do you know Martial Arts?: No.
Do you believe in love at first sight?: Yes, but it's usually a bad idea.
Do you believe in miracles?: yOu KnOw It BrOtHeR hOnKhOnKhOnK!
Do you like our president?: I think he's done a whole lot of nothing, but I respect him for starting health-care reform. People shouldn't choose between rent and health.
Are you home alone?: Yes.
Would you love someone?: I love a lot of people.
Are you married?: I'm a little young to be doing that just yet.
Are you keeping in mind to be honest?: Yes.
Are you afraid?: I've got some concerns.
Would you kiss someone of the same gender?: I could do it, yeah.
Are you a virgin?: Yes. I'm saving myself for someone dear.
Do you like food?: I love cooking, and should keep a recipe book.
Name a song you can relate too: "MÃ¥ndagsbarn" by Veronica Maggio.
Name a fun song!: "Dead Girls' Bebop" off that IOSYS bit.
Can you sing?: I do, on occasion, but I'm not too grand at it. Ask Hjalmar.
Name another person you hate: I really dislike my Aunt, Tina, and Robert for putting up with her.
What color are the walls of the room you are in?: Off-white.
What color are the floors of the room you are in? Beige carpet.
Is someone mad at you?: I think Emmanuel probably has a gripe with me.
Do you ever get mad at someone often that is your friend?: Sometimes my friends frustrate me when they're upset but don't want to take initiative to change anything.
Are you toxic?: I'm a pretty okay influence.
Are you spicy?: I'm more like Soy Sauce - I'm kind of versatile.
Have you ever dyed your hair?: One pink, once dark-red. It was a bad idea.
Do you highly care about what those who aren't your friend's think about you?: Not in particular. If they can't pick me out of a crowd, they don't have much sway.
Do you love yourself?: I like me.
Did you take that the wrong way?: Yes, because that was clearly a masturbation quip.
Do you take everything the wrong way?: No.
Do you have an optical or standard mouse?: I use an optical.
Do you remember the last time you had jelly beans? No, but I remember I liked the Buttered Popcorn flavored ones.
Have you ever been on a game show?: I was in a thing called Fair Factor, where they made me eat gross things for cash, and solve puzzles.
Ever been on TV?: Once for getting hurt, once for studying law.
Ever been out of your house?: All the time.
Ever met a celebrity?: Not really. I guess I've been to a concert before, though.
Name someone you love: Hjalmar, Liam, Emily, Catherine, John, Aaron.
What are you wearing?: My work-out clothing. I slept it in last night.
Do you have pride in anything that other people would judge you for?: Yes.
Have you registered to vote?: Yes.
Are you an awkward person?: I can say words like "Bludgeon" in public, much to my little sister's distress.
Are you stupid?: In a few areas. Namely mathematics.

What are your opinions on:

War: Try to bring peace by the sword - it's extraordinarily temporary.
Peace: Respectable and Scholarly. Athens had it right, way back when.
Love: If your "Meaning of Life" equation is short love, you're doing it wrong.
Partying: Debauchery isn't my thing, nor is drunkenness, but I am a fan of bad dancing.
Dancing?: Again, I am a fan of bad dancing.
Food!: I can whip up some pretty awesome shit with $30 and a pan.
Anorexia: I'll take curves over a skeleton any day of the week.
Your life?: I could have it worse. I need to apply myself harder to a few spots.
Religion?: As I see it, so long as you're kind to people, most Faiths want you in their respective heaven.
Athiesm?: I can dig it, so long as you're not a whiny, bitter cynic.
Shop often?: I like to browse, but I have a tiny budget, so I don't buy much.
Love often?: You know it.
Cheat on someone who thinks you are their soulmate?: I don't even know if someone thinks I'm their soulmate. I hope so, but no. I haven't cheated.
Have good morals?: I'm like to think so. I've got a good moral compass.

Are you...

Someone who loves animals?: I worked at an Animal Shelter, so yes.
Someone who sits around all day?: I get shit done.
Someone who spends 8+ hours on their computer?: I don't count. I think I'm short of that.
Someone who has a life?: Yes, and I lead it pretty well.
Someone who has a cell phone?: No.
Someone who is secretly in love with a friend?: Yes.
Someone who believes in magic?: I think belief can spring forth profound results, yes.
Someone who believes everything happens for a reason?: Largely, but I don't get why mosquitoes and syphilis exist.
Someone who believes in life after death?: I'm not real concerned about it, really.
Someone who is fun!: I can be a stick in the mud, sometime, but I save the show with a few bad puns, too.

What brand are / is....
Your atheletic Shoes? Nike.
Your casual Shoes? A really, really, really beat up pair of black K-Swiss.
Your dress shoes?: An old pair of Sketchers.
Your sandals?: They're brandless two-dollar ones.
Your favorite kind of soda?: Club Soda. It saves my waistline.
The drink you drink most of?: Club Soda.

Random!

What kind of books do you like?: Classics.
What is your favorite series of books?: I liked Ayn Rand's Anthem, and Atlas Shrugged.
Do you drink Orange Juice?: Yes. Dane the Photoclerk gave me a good tip, mixing it with Club Soda to get a pretty slick drink.
Are you a sibling?: Yes
Same age?: I'm the Eldest.
Are you a twin?: No.
Would you watch a horror movie?: I have, and do.
Does your ear itch?: No.
Does your head ache?: No.
Have you taken any breaks during this quiz?: I'll take one now, and talk to Onni.
Can you type fast?: I type 64 WPM. I know, because I took my mother's typing exam for her.
Dooo yoooou tyyyyyyyyyype sloooooooow?: A word a minute's pretty good.
Was that annoying?: Makes me feel like I'm reading Vriska-rants.
What kind of computer do you have?: It's a Gateway Netbook, with an Intel Atom processor. I run Windows 7.
Are you wearing socks?: I'm currently barefoot.
Would you feel awkward around a satanist?: Maybe just a little, but I wouldn't show it.
Would you feel awkward around a christian?: No.
Would you feel awkward around an athiest?: No.
Would you feel awkward around anyone?: Yes.
What is the weather like RIGHT now?: It's overcast and kind of dreary.
When did you last bleed?: I spit blood this morning because I burnt the roof of my mouth eating curry.
Do you have braces?: No.
Do you wear contacts?: No.
Do you wear glasses?: No.
When did you last go to school?: Last year.
When did you last hug someone?: I think I gave my sister one after getting her a soda. She's not feeling too well.
Who was it?: My little sister.
Are you bootylicious?: ...It's not tone. If you like pudgy ass, sure.
Are you mature?: I'd like to think so, but I did just say "pudgy ass".
Are you immature?: On occasion. Usually intentionally to poke fun.
Do you like to party?: It's an awkward social affair.
What is a turn off?: Bad breath, ignorance, and poor self-esteem.
Do you have language problem?: I swear when I'm startled. A little bit.
What's zee quiz like so far?: It's alright.
How's life?: It goes.
What is your hairstyle?: Extraordinarily shorter than usual.
How does your hair look right now?: Oiled and teased, like Sanae after a first date.
Do you have clear skin?: It's clear but it gets aggrivated when I shave.
Are you flawless?: Hardly.
Do you realize that at least one person loves you?: Yes.
Do you love someone so much you would die for them?: I think I could help more people alive, but I'd risk it.
If you would die tomorrow, what would you do today?: I'd write a quickie memoir, and I'd start driving west.
Do you live like everyday is your last day?: As much as I should, I don't.
What time is it?: 10:54.
Name something TOTALLY free: Sanae. Zing.
If you looked to your left, what would you see?: My notebook, my keys, my wallet, my weight-lifting gloves, a candle, a lighter, a set of headphones, an empty Club Soda, one roll of packing tape, and a tin of thumbtacks.
What do you love?: Dear people, Mail, rain.
What don't you love?: When I can't fix a problem, or I'm stuck being uneventful.
When did you last write something with a pen?: I scribbled out "Contact Law Advisories" off my to-do list.
Have you ever been on stage?: Yes.
Do you ever want to get married?: It really depends on that Special Person's opinion. I'm not opposed to it, but it's not a decision you make alone.
When did you last dance?: I Mister Blonde'd it on my way out to feed that cat.
Do you like the rain?: You fucking know it.
Are you having a good day?: It's alright insofar.
Do you have an extensive collection of music on your computer?: I have a bit.
Do you like prank phone calls?: They're pretty immature.
Ever prank phone call the police?: No.
Ever streak?: No.
Ever Skinny dip?: No.
Do you take showers, baths, or jump in the creek?: I like bathes, but I have a shower only, now.
Everyday?: Every day when I can - sometimes I can't. Always after the Gym, though.
When did you last brush your teeth?: This morning, in the shower.
What time is it now?: 11:00 AM.
When did you last kick a ball?: Stopping one for some children on my way to the Supermarket.
U MAD BRO?: LOL, NO.
When were you last sick?: Last night.
When did you last listen to music?: I've set AlterniaBound to my start-up theme.
What did you listen to?: "AlterniaBound".
Do you live life to the fullest?: No, but I most certainly live.
Type your favorite song lyric.: "You're lucky-lucky. You're so lucky."
Do you love clouds?: Overcast days are beautiful.
When did it last snow?: I've just moved here and it's yet to snow.
When did you last go to the beach?: Several years ago with my Cousins.
Have you ever kissed someone?: Yes.
How did you kiss them?: It was to make prom a bit memorable for someone.
Are you EXTREME?!: No, but Ninety-Nine Nights is.
What is your favorite pasttime?: Mailing people.
Day or Night?: Night's quieter, but there's less to do. Night, though.
Name something refreshing: When you take a deep breath after it's snowed.
What entices you?: Spanking someone into submission and then licking them into complacency.
Have you ever broken a bone?: Yes. I've cracked my sternum and I've broken my foot.
What are you afraid of?: Heights.
Do you own an Ipod?: No.
What is the NAME of your street?: Gerviston Court.
Have you ever been to Disney World / Land?: No.
What's the best advice anyone has every given you?: "Always forgive, never forget".
What is your life goal?: To strike a balance between happiness and responsibility, helping people while treating someone quite special.
Do you like life?: It's much more exciting than death, insofar.
How do you dress?: Dapper.
How do you do?!: Fine, and you?
What is your favorite color?: Orange.
Do you dress in Dark / Light colors?: Lighter colors.

This or That
Pie or cake?: Pumpkin Pie tops any cake.
Chocolate or vanilla?: Vanilla.
Black or white?: Black.
Ceiling or floor?: Floor.
Couch or bed?: Bed.
Cough or sneeze?: Sneeze.
On or off?: On.
Closed or open?: Open.
Brush or comb?: Comb.
Long or short?: Long.
Big or small?: It depends. There's a certain disarming quality to small.
Wet or dry?: ...There's a certain disarming quality to wet.
Under or over?: Over.
Top or bottom?: Top.
Fly or fall?: Fly.
Smile or frown?: Smile.
Hot or cold?: Cold.
Warm or cool?: Warm.
Rough or smooth?: Smooth.
Cat or dog?: Cat.
Snake or bird?: Bird.
Shark or T-Rex?: T-Rex.
Past or present?: Past - Noir was a pretty slick timesetting.
Science fiction or fantasy?: Fantasy.
Dull or sharp?: Sharp.
Live forever or die young?: I think you'd lose the joy of living if you outlived everyone you cared for. I'll take die young over Mokou-modo.
Books or television?: Books.
Jump or skip?: Jump.
Fast or slow?: Slow.
Run or walk?: Run.
Gaston or Cruella Deville?: No one wins my favor like Gaston.
Colors or black and white?: I like monochrome.
Cute or pretty?: Pretty.
Good or evil?: Piety-max.
Fruits or vegetables?: Vegetables.
Milk or juice?: Milk.
Hot chocolate or gingerale?: Ginger-ale.
Movies or cartoons?: Movies.
Pillow or blanket?: Blanket.
Moon or stars?: Moon.
Sky or sea?: Sea.
Explode or implode?: Implosions are always pretty dramatic. Let's go implosion.

Odd Questions

What color is the bottom of your tongue?: Dark pink.
Your foot?: Kind of a worn beige.
Do you have any medical problems concerning feet: No.
Do you chew on pencils?: I used to, when people owned pencils.
Do you read the dictionary?: Not unless I'm curious.
Do you memorize random facts?: Yes. I was even on a team for it when I was in High School.
Do you stalk anyone?: No, but I have a few I pester.
Do you collect dust?: My small assortment of knick-knacks do.
Do you use lotion on your feet?: If I'm after someone who's got a thing for feet.
Do you have problems with Canadians?: Nope.
Do you have problems Americans?: I'm afraid I can't help it.
Have you ever played a kazoo?: Yes.
Have you ever shot someone?: No, but I'm a crack-shot with a Nagant.
Something?: I have, though I'm not quite Preposterone enough for shooting ranges.
How many pairs of underwear do you own?: More than I need.
Jeans?: I own like, five good pairs.
What ring size are you?: Big.
Belt size?: Somewhere between medium and small. It's frustrating finding belts that fit.
Have you ever gotten anything amputated?: No.
Do you have a calendar?: I opt to cover my wall in post-its instead.
What do you eat a lot of?: Curry, soup, and wraps.
Do you get excited over cameras?: I get shy around cameras.
Do you have an obsession with breasts?: All you need's a handful.
Poison?: No.
Knives?: I can flick mine pretty quickly, and sometimes I carry it in my breast pocket. Illegally. I'm such a rebel.
Bald people?: Tonsures are pretty cool...
Pirates?: Oh, Captain, if only you knew how I felt.
Corny jokes?: You bet your ass I do.
Can you tie stuff with your tongue?: No, but I can rapidly flip toothpicks with it.
Do you bite yourself?: I used to bite the inside of my cheeks when I was little.
Do you get cold sores often?: Thankfully, no.
Do you have a cold right now?: No, but I have a burn in my mouth the size of Manhattan.
Do you suffer from chronic migraines?: If I oversleep.
Do you like to touch sharp objects?: No.
Are you homicidal?: All violence is washed sacred in the name of Faith.
What do you do on the computer?: Listen to music, write people, and essentially masturbate.
Is everybody else happy with your life?: You can't make everyone pleased.
Do you like 100% white grape juice?: I know a pretty slick smoothie recipe involving it.
How big is the universe?: Infinitely so, as it loops into itself.
What's the logic behind your answer?: Space, like time, is curved.
How many hours of sleep do you get every night?: Five to six, typically.
What do you dream about?: My most recent one involved shopping for clothes with someone who I promptly treated to oral sex.
Do you fall for Internet advertisements?: I've clicked a few out of curiosity. There's always asterisks and strings attached.
Do you enjoy bungee jumping?: No - I'm afraid of heights.
Do you have AIM?: No.
Do you watch bugs crawl on the floor?: If I see them, I catch them in a cup and scoot them back outside.
Are you scared of anything at all?: Heights.
Which cardinal direction do you like best?: North.
Do you have a microphone on your computer?: I have a built-in one that's awful, and a much more reliable headset given to me by Aaron.
A webcam?: No.
Does your mouse light up?: It flickers if you turn it upside down.
Are you scared of mice?: No.
Do you wish you were a fish?: No.
Do you weasel out of things?: Yeah. On occasion I skip out on things to prioritize.
Does karma, if it exists, love you?: According to Liam, I'm a karmic millionaire.
Do you sleep under or over the covers?: Over - I use a sheet so I don't have to make my bed in the morning.
Do you sleep in a bed?: Yes.
Are you a packrat?: I'm prone to clutter, but I take time to sort it all as well.
Do you know HTML or CSS?: I think I know a little HTML. Nothing useful.
Do you find yourself chewing on your nails?: Yes, it's probably my worst habit, short of popping my knuckles.
Do you shy away from social situations?: No, but sometimes they're draining.
Do you know what you're going to get for the holidays?: No, but I know what I'm giving.
Do you label other people?: Certainly - it's easier to make broad generalizations that way.
Are you proud?: Yes.
Do you like scrambled eggs?: Scrambled eggs are the worst sort of egg. Over hard. Fried. That's how you eat an egg.
Do you wash your hands frequently?: Yes.
Do you wet the bed?: No.
What age did you stop?: I'd never wet the bed - I have an iron bladder.
Do you lie a lot?: No, but I do occasionally say things prematurely as an incentive to accomplish things.
Do you forget to brush your teeth frequently?: I brush them in the morning and in the evening.
Brush your hair?: I ruffle it and slick its ends with oil.
Do you use deoderant?: Old Spice, baby.
Are you a coward?: Sometimes I avoid addressing the elephant in the room, but I wouldn't say so.
Do you have bad hair?: No. I look vaguely like Larry Butz.
Are you Greedy?: I Try To Be Generous.
Do you tell people you love them just to get want you want?: I'm not quite HUGE BITCH, BLUH BLUH enough for that sort of manipulation.
Do you have any important talents?: I can doodle. And I can stumble around in Photoshop. I'm an okay writer, too.
Are you impolite?: If I've a legitimate bone to pick with someone, it doesn't help to sugarcoat whatever I've saying to them.
Are you Sadistic?: That depends on how M the person next to me is.
Do you have buck teeth?: Nope. I have pretty good teeth. Buck teeth are sort of cute sometimes, though.
Mental illnesses?: Clinically, they say I'm prone to seasonal depression, but that's a pan-diagnosi of America. I use to have PTSD as a child, too.
Does your breath smell?: It smells like liquorice right now, because I have a tin of liquorice-mints.
Do you have a strong body odor?: No, but when I wear cologne and then work out, I get a kind of odd fragrance that I can only call "musk". It's odd.
Do you have bad teeth?: I have just the opposite.
Do you have a bull ring through your nose?: I don't have piercings.
Are you overweight?: I'm on the low end of the Healthy Weight Spectrum for my age.
Any tattoos?: No, but every now and then, I contemplate getting a Dharmachakra between my shoulder-blades.
Are you a wannabe?: Yeah. I'd like to be Larry Butz or Brad Pitt in Fight Club.
Are you a bad guesser?: I'm hit and miss - sometimes I'm downright uncanny, but that makes me overconfident.
Are you bad at reading people?: I'm usually pretty good.
Are you too nice for your own good?: Perhaps, but I'd rather be a sucker than a con.
Do you have a lot of friends?: I have a lot of acquaintances.
Do you give in easily?: I've a better handle on my needs and wants than most.
Are you stubborn?: Yes.
Are you annoying?: That depends on how angry you get when I'm busy or how much you hate puns.
Is your room messy?: My apartment's cluttered but functional.
Do you respect your body?: Yes.
Are you arrogant?: I can be, especially when someone's making ignorant quips.
Are you unique?: Statistically, there are probably a few people like me, but they're probably a minority, too.
Are your hands clammy?: No. Swollen from working out, still.
Are you short?: I'm 5'10.

Beliefs
Do you believe in God?: I've got nothing to lose by having faith in him.
Do you believe in magic?: Yes. A lot can come of stern belief and bowed heads.
True love?: I think it's something you have to make.
Are you an atheist?: No. But I was largely agnostic for awhile.
Karma?: I think people ultimately get what's coming. Sometimes you get what's coming to the guy next to you, though, so heads up.
Do you believe that each different belief creates a new reality?: Reality's flexible with the right beliefs.
Do you believe in life on other planets?: It's pretty arrogant to presume we're alone. There's a titanic cosmic void out there. Statistics say something should be there.
Do you believe that black holes are time portals?: No. They're quantum singularities.
Do you believe in Fate?: No, but I believe in Synchronicity.
That everything has a purpose?: No, but some things do.
Do you believe that everything revolves around money?: Money's a great tool and a necessity for comprehensive economy. It's not everything though.
Politics?: I would say so, but I do believe everything's essentially a pissed-off Oligarchy at the end of things.
Ghosts?: I once heard panting in an empty graveyard where I'd put a headstone for a cremated dog. I accept the possibility.
Are you clean-shaven?: I've got stubble you could strike a match off.
What are your fingers like?: Long, wide-jointed, and scarred-up.
Thin or full lips?: I've got full ones. Supposedly their one of my better features.
Thin hair, thick hair, or somewhere in between?: Thick, but it's trimmed short.
Have you ever had lice?: Yes.
How old were you?: I was about nine.
Nicknames: Clay Guida, Babushka, Blue Riding Hood, Nun. I've had a few.
Happy with them?: Yeah, I've accepted Clay Guida, even.
Aliases: Ichirin Kumoi? I don't know. None legally.
What made you choose them?: A modded stint in Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.
If you were born female, what would your name be?: I'm not sure. Zoe?
If you had a choice, would you drop your last name?: I'd consider it - I don't like it because it means "Hairmaster" in Dutch.
What heritage does your first name imply?: Hebrew.
Middle name?: Chaise.
Place of birth: Shreveport.
Date of birth: 09-09-1992
Were you named after anyone?: Oddly yes - that kid from from the old Lego commercials; Zack the Legomaniac.
Did your parents immigrate?: No.
How about your grandparents?: No.
Your great grandparents?: Yes.
Where did they emmigrate from?: Holland.
Where did they immigrate to?: Canada, and later America.
Skin color: I'm pretty swarthy. I've been told I can pass for Italian or Bosnian if I wanted to.
How old are your parents?: They're in their late thirties.

Favorites
Month: I like May. It rains a lot in May.
Animal: Hyenas are pretty cool.
Movie: Probably the Iron Giant or the Three Amigos.
Book: Les Miserables, by Victor Hugo.
Body of water?: The Mediterranean.
Country: I guess I thought Iran and Ukraine were sort of cool.
City: There's a city in Bhutan called "Ha", and the province shares the name. Ha, Ha, Bhutan is pretty nifty.
State: Probably here, in New York. Arizona seems sort of cool, too.
Province: Basel.
Place to go in your neighborhood: Gold's Gym.
Pet: Napoleon. He's my favorite dick..
Movie genre: Comedy.
Book genre: Fiction.
Musical: Les Miserables.
Sport: I used to be pretty good with Soccer and Hockey.
Drink: I'm a fan of Earl Grey tea and Club Soda.
Food: Salmon.
Candy: I'm a sucker for gummies. See what I did there?
Holiday: I've Got A Sweet Tooth That Would Drive A Dentist Insane...Halloween.
Mythological creatures: Mimics, Mandragoras, Golems, and Dullahans.
Miscellaneous item: CD Players.
Storybook character: Jean Valjean was my Jesus-Figure for awhile.
Vegetable: I've got a soft spot for Celery.
Toothpaste brand: Colgate.
Medication: Diazepam.
Type of sword: Dussack.
Planet: Jupiter - it was depicted as a girl with a festering eye by my friend Lina Garcia.
Space feature: Quasars, no doubt.
Pair of socks: I have these checkered argyle ones I've just about worn-out.
Scooby-Doo character: Shaggy. Everyone loved Shaggy.
Astrological sign: Heh. Scorpio?
Chinese zodiac sign: Monkey.
Number: Eleven.
Short story: The Enchanter.
Word: I use "Ultimately" a lot.
Artist: Gustav Klimt.
Childhood memory: A time when my family-friend Mike helped me make a gingerbread Christmas Tree.
Instrument: The Piano.
Brand of candy: Haribo, I'd say.
Time of day: I don't think I've had an 11:00 PM go too bad for me, ever.
Inside joke:
Onomotapoeia: Bluh.
Are you taken or single?: That's a good question. As I see it, I'm someone's suitor.

Dislikes
Animal: Wolves and Foxes are savagely overplayed by Furries.
Number: Pi.
President: Warren G. Harding.
Food: I can't handle Spam after bad Spam Musubi made me sick.
Fruit: Grapefruits suck.
Vegetable: I think the Artichoke is pretty awful.
Candy: Malted milk-balls.
War: The Rape of Nanking really unsettled me, but I'm sure there's worse.
Brand of cereal: I'm not too fond of Captain Crunch or Grapenuts.
Scent: Burning plastic.
Sound: The Sound Of A Gunshot.
Article of clothing: Mortarboards.

Currently...
What are you feeling?: Curious as to if Emily's gotten her mail yet.
Smelling?: The liquorice cloud that is my mouth.
Seeing?: The Words Appear On This Screen.
Hearing?: Traffic, rain, and "Trollcops".
Doing?: Typing.
Who are you talking to online?: No one as of yet.
Are you cold?: My feet are a little chilly, but I'll manage.
Do you look nice?: I'm still dressed very clean-cut from a Job Interview, at this point.
Are you eating anything?: Liquorice mints.
Drinking anything?: No.
What brand of shoes are you wearing?: I've since taken my shoes off.
What are you worried about?: LAGC.
Sad about?: I'm not too sad about anything.

Can You...
Kiss your elbow?: I can come close.
Touch your nose with your tongue?: No.
Stick your fist in your mouth?: Yes.
Give away money?: It's my pass-time, kind of.
Stay up all night?: I turn back into a pumpkin at midnight.
Stay up for five nights?: No.
Finish this quiz?: I've done it before, yeah.
Swim?: Very well, if I'm underwater.
Draw well?: I can doodle - it's less pressure than being an artist.
Sing well?: I'm a mediocre singer, but I still do it.
Write well?: Yes. It was my only pre-honor college bait.
Eat a box of chocolates in an hour?: I'd feel gross, but yes.
Eat an entire package of Oreos in a half an hour?: No.
Predict the future?: I could make a few uncanny guesses.

Would you Ever...
Sacrifice everything for a friend?: How in-love with said friend am I?
Sell yourself?: No. My sexual encounters are sort of special.
Lie to a friend?: I have before. Not my finest moment.
Hug people in public?: Yes.
Blow up your house?: This apartment isn't even mine...



Why...
Is the sky blue?: Because blue light is the visible majority of unfiltered electromagnetic radiation?
Is the world round? Because accretion centered us around a magnetic core.
Is the world unfair?: A lack of incentives and a unaccommodating majority.
Impolite?: They Probably Don't Mean To be Impolite.
Why are people disrespectful?: Internet anonymity.
Conforming?: A fear of being singled-out.
Are there religions?: To explain what is unknown and preserve a sense of order.
Theories?: To guess at explanations to what we don't yet understand.
Do we need air?: Because of cellular respiration, I think.
Do we age?: Because cells have a set number of divisions, genetically.
Are you taking this?: I'm a glutton for punishment.

Word Association

Bed. Pajama
Curtains. Street.
Lights. Sky.
Music. Sax.
Candles. Cologne.
Closet. Sexuality.
Door. Dinosaur.
Window. Eye.
Onomotapoeia. Sound.
Dog. Wan.
Cat. Nyabi.
Egypt. Bust.
Mirror. Witch.
Case. Shell.
Cave. Keine.
Bird. Get
Bear. Trap
Death. Belmont.
Life. Goal.
White. Lady.
Black. Mushroom
Personality. Charisma.
Pickle. Juice.
Dilemma. Phenomenon.
Love. Sick.
Ball. Bearing.
Moderate. Ban.

Do you roleplay?: I'm pretty good at it, though I dislike the overpowering sexual-community for it. That's not to say I don't do sexual stuff, I do on rare occasion.
Can you play cards?: I can play War, Slapjack, and Bullshit, I guess.
Are you glad this quiz is almost over?: Sure.
How long have you been doing this?: On and off for a few hours.
Did you do the entire quiz all at once or take breaks now and then?: I took a lot of breaks.
What time is it, and how low did it take you to finish?: It's 4:19 PM. Six hours and twenty-two minutes, I think.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Feverish, Stinking of Licourice, and Overeager.

That about describes me at the moment.
Some odd illness has passed from my little sister to myself. I'm not certain what it is, but it's hit her far harder than it has I, insofar, with her in bed and perpetually wracked by headaches while I'm parading around damp-faced and fatigued.
When it's "Some more than others", I'm almost exclusively "than others."

She's been to the hospital and she's thoroughly medicated, full-bellied, and has returned to bed for the third time or so today after watching "I Love the Eighties".

I don't know if any of you know this, but Altoids makes Liquorice Mints. Real liqourice, not any of that cherry-flavored bullshit. They're mouth-stingingly awful - almost overpoweringly "liquorice", like taking a lick from a bottle of anise-flavoring - but I can't stop suckling on them regardless of how terrible they are. It's just that seasonal flavor I was craving.
Between Mellowcreme Pumpkins and Candy Corn, Autumn just leaves me with a craving for bad candy. Like an anti sweet-tooth. It's delightfully bad. I plan on chowing on a fistful of them while I work out, because I tend to go dry-tongued from all the "Suu. Haa. Suu. Haa" I do while lifting...

You know the noise. Go into a Gym. That's what weight-rooms sound like. Suu. Haa.

I've been a bit busier than usual - I was juggling some legal-stuff and gathering resources for a friend of a friend. It's been largely resolved, at least to the extent of making everything available, and verifying its legal integrity.

I had a pretty good though racially-insensitive conversation with John last night, while we weighed the literary devices of Langston Hughes for an essay he had asked for my input in regard to. There were liberal use of terms like "Black Continent" and a pretty good quip where, after asking me why I couldn't connect to African American literature, John said, "I love it. It makes like, want to go out. And get more rights."

It was probably funnier in timing.

Emily's graduation is hindered by but a single credit and the submitted paperwork.
I'm excited, and glad to have had a hand - though a small one - in it.

I helped Aaron diagnose an allergy to his detergent as well...

...I guess it's been a helpful week. I'm beat though, and a little dejected.
But I'll bounce back. I always do.

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Soul Food.

My kitchen's getting pretty barren again, and the cold pizza (Which is Breakfast of Champions) was taken to work for lunch by my folks. I was kind of sweating this last night along with how to prepare rice, with Emily. Whenever I prepare rice without the use of a rice-cooker, which I scored at a garage sale for a paltry fee of six dollars, I wind up with this gross bowl of white starch that's on its way to being Congee.

Not only is it unpleasantly textured and flavorless, but it's a pain in the ass to clean, and leaves me short a cup of rice.

Discussing this, I was given a few tips:
Add butter to the water before adding the rice,
Cook just below medium heat,
Season it while it cooks as opposed to later.

I didn't have too much laying around: a chicken breast in the freezer, a bag of baby carrots, and a potato. I know Pyon's not a fan of meats in curries, but I just couldn't have carrot-and-potato curry. It would be too plain without, at the minimum, an onion. I compensated for the lack of onion in mine with some powdered onion that I happened to have on hand. It worked very well.

I cooked everything at medium-low for an extended period of time, probably around...12:00 AM today, and it finished at 2:00 PM.

I actually covered the roux while it was simmering - it is initially pretty watery, and you boil it after adding the meat and vegetables until it thickens around them, essentially and went to the Gym. Everything was pretty slick because once I came back, bam - Instant MSG-less lip-tingling satisfaction.
Curry's pretty rib-sticky too. I probably won't be hungry for dinner.

Also, Emily's a practitioner of the occult. Yes. I did go the extra mile to work in that very stupid pun.

I talk to Onni at 9:00 - I had to do some generic meddling this morning. He's doing pretty well, and he took the time to educate me on the changes of World of Warcraft that have occurred in my absence. I used to play when it lacked any expansions, and it'd seem everything has been turned on its head. In addition to furries and LGM's, they've added all sorts of bullshit professions, changed the perk-system previously implemented, added, removed, and then re-added all sorts of titles, and...

Well, you get it. A lot of shit's changed.
Every now and then, I lament not being able to have enjoyed the Role-Playing aspect of the game, because I was rather young during my stay, and figured, "If I click that Roleplaying Server's checkbox, I may as well get fitted for a pocket-protector and start bidding on a first-edition of Dungeons and Dragons."
If I ever pick it back up, which I doubt, as I can't handle too many role-playing games short of Arcanum (as it largely lacks a multiplayer community) and Ragnarok (which has largely assassinated my patience, though Hjalmar and I once entertained the notion of swapping places and having me be a Taekwon while he got the feel for Monk.) I'd try for like...Paladin. The White Knight Class. Only I'd be all pompous and holier-than-thou until I found common ground with people.

...Or something.

It'd let me finally use that name I've been saving, too, "G.B. Krmmstopp".

...Gerbera Bernadette...Yeah. That sounds pretty pious.

Also, my family: it's in a bit of turmoil.
This is largely because of my little sister's education.
I'll keep that under my hood, though, until I know what's certain of it.