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2004 26 January :: 12.03 am
What happened, Warwick Davis?
Willow is the Leprechaun! Nooooo! It cannot be! "Don't call me peck" is "Tis not nice to steal a leprechaun's gold"! Nooooo! The cheery, helpful, sadly romantic little fellow is a pogo-murdering goldmonger with mad tricycle and wheelchair skills! Noooo Warwick Davis, step away from the darkness! Noooooooo!
But he's a cool leprechaun.
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2004 21 January :: 8.56 am
:: Music: Prozzak "Sucks to be You"
Pretty sweet crap about stupid junk.
Mmm. Fluctuating headache. Annoyance in throat. Stomach aches. Boy, I feel so alive.
Feels like there's something solid in the back of my throat, and I keep making the mistake of trying to hack it up. Instead of what I'd prefer to come out, blood does instead. It hurts a wee bit, the process of doing this, so I'll hope to oversleep as long as possible. I've only been up for twenty hours though and it's upsetting to think I have to force myself to sleep because the waking hours suck.
I'm not that tired at all, especially not after I re-downloaded Winamp because some dumbass removed it. Upon downloading that I decided to look around at the skins and went through its eighteen pages of anime related skins. I found six I like, three I love.
There is Zelgadis Graywords from Slayers, Genjo Sanzo and Sha Gojyo from Saiyuki, Kenshin Himura from Rurouni Kenshin, Lucifer from Angel Sanctuary, and Killua Zaoldyeck from HunterXHunter. And the one I decided to download: the most gorgeous of all. That's beautiful beyond words.
Oh yea, the Barbarians shows were awesome. So I missed the one on Vikings, part of the Goths, and I think I'll watch the Huns after I rewatch the Mongols since those last two I managed to get recorded. That was incredibly frustrating trying to watch the shows on the 19th. I waited a month to see these documentaries and everything went wrong that night so I had to watch it the next day. Four television sets in this house and I couldn't find one to record on, either because it was in use or had a problem of its own.
That sucks.
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2004 20 January :: 8.04 am
You'll probably laugh after the split second of that's-not-supposed-to-be-funny hesitation.
Here's something I found in my junk-filled room, taken from the Homicide Investigations Unit's yearly list of Top Homicides.
Debby Mills-Newbroughton, 99 years old, was killed as she crossed the road. She was to turn 100 the next day, but while crossing the road to go to her own birthday party, her wheelchair was hit by the truck delivering her birthday cake.
Peter Stone, 42, was murdered by his 8-year-old daughter, whom he had sent to her room without dinner. Samantha Stone felt that if she couldn't have dinner, no one should, and she promptly inserted 72 rat poison tablets into her father's coffee as he prepared dinner. The victim took one sip and promptly collapsed. Samantha Stone was given a suspended sentence as the judge felt she didn't realize what she was doing, until she tried to poison her mother using the same method one month later.
David Danil, 17, was killed by his girlfriend after he attempted to have his way with her. His unwelcome advance was met with a double-barreled shotgun. The girl's father had given it to her an hour before the date started, just in case.
Javier Halos, 27, was killed by his landlord for failing to pay his rent for eight years. The landlord, Kirk Weston, clubbed the victim to death with a toilet seat after he realized just how long it had been since Halos paid his rent.
Megan Fry, 44, was killed by 14 state troopers after she wandered onto a live-firing, fake town, simulation. Seeing all the troopers walking slowly down the street, Megan Fry jumped out in front of them and yelled, "Boo!" The troopers, thinking she was a pop-up target, fired 67 shots between them, over 40 of them hitting the target. "She just looked like a very real target," stated one of the troopers in his report.
Julia Smeeth, 20, was killed by her brother Michael because she talked on the phone too long. Michael clubbed Julia to death with a cordless phone, then stabbed her several times with the broken aerial.
Helena Simms, wife of the famous American nuclear scientist Harold Simms, was killed by her husband after she had an affair with the neighbor. Over a period of three months, Harold substituted Helena's eye shadow with a uranium composite that was highly radioactive, until she died of radiation poisoning. Although she suffered many symptoms, including total hair loss, skin welts, blindness, nausea, and even had an ear lobe drop off, the victim never visited a doctor's office or hospital for a check up.
Military Sgt. John Joe Winter killed his wife, who was having an affair, by loading her car with Trintynitrate explosive (similar to C4). The Ford Taurus she was driving was filled with 750 kg of explosive, forming a force twice as powerful as the Oklahoma bombing. Several persons heard the explosion, some up to 14 kilometers away. No trace of the car or the victim were ever found, only a 55-meter deep crater, and 500 meters of missing road.
Patty Winter, 35, was killed by her neighbor in the early hours of a Sunday morning. Her neighbor, Falt Hame, for years had a mounted F6 phantom jet engine in his rear yard. He would fire the jet engine, aimed at an empty block at the back of his property. Patty Winter would constantly complain to the local sheriff's office about the noise and the potential risk of fire. Hame was served with a notice to remove the engine immediately. Not liking this, he invited Wintor over for a cup of coffee and a conversation about the situation. What Winter didn't know was that he had changed the position of the engine. As she walked into the yard he activated the engine, hitting her with a blast of 5,000 degrees, killing her instantly and forever burning her outline into the driveway.
Conrad Middleton, 26, was killed by his twin brother, Brian, after a disagreement over who should take the family home after their parents passed away. Conrad had a nasal problem, and had no sense of smell. After the argument Brian stormed out of the house, then snuck back later and turned on the three gas taps in the house, filling it with gas. He then left out a box of cigars, a lighter and a note saying, "Sorry for the spree, have a puff on me. Brian." Conrad promptly lit a cigar, destroying the house and himself in he process.
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2004 17 January :: 5.31 pm
Nothing on Lost Legends, so you can skip this.
I write some stuff where you'd think I was fuming, but if there's just one line of humour somewhere along the whine it's all good.
Today I was jokily upset with my sister, which I'm sure she noticed, so after swearing her way I asked why she beats on me. I knew the answer, it kept me up last night after she (possibly) gave me a cheap ass tattoo. She told me it was to see my facial reaction. I knew this because she rarely beats on my brother, because he rarely makes a physical reaction. He's a fine example of stoicism, unless you take away his playstation. So I teased her by saying, "If one day God blesses you with a fully functional uterus, and you have kids of your own, would you still beat on them?" I shouldn't tease so harshly, but it's fun. She played along to rub it off and said she would. But, the funny thing is, she probably would.
This is the same person that told me she wanted three little dogs to name them 'Chris', 'Tee', and 'Na' so she can kick them everyday when I'm not around.
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2004 17 January :: 3.20 am
If I can't legally kill someone, does that mean I can still cut off a hand, or a leg? Maybe both?
Every day I'm on constant alert when I walk by my sister. She has this compulsive need to bruise me, make me bleed, and inevitably lower my well-being. I hate some of the immature shit she does, like spill a can of soda on the carpet and completely ignore it. She did this tonight and I grabbed some napkins for starters but she kept telling me 'no' when I tried wiping it up. The napkins hardly helped so I went to get a towel, and then continue to clean up her mess. Just so happens a letter to her lovely illegal incarceratee was right next to the spill where I was cleaning up and I stepped on it. I didn't even crinkle the paper, but I stepped on it. So she takes a jab at me with the pen I gave her, then a second time, both missing. I decide to leave and as I walk away she scrapes the pen right in the back of my thigh. Christ. And she laughs, saying, "You didn't dodge that one." It was a red pen so I couldn't tell off hand if she cut through my pants and inked me or if I were bleeding. Turns out it was the latter and that stung for a bit. I really wish she could kindly fuck off.
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2004 16 January :: 2.24 am
Ok, yea, I think I have something else to post.
I have trouble keeping focus on something for too long, unless it's something really awesome. In which, this case, it is not. I haven't gone through all the Newbieland rooms yet but on my great TODO list is to clothe the NPCs. So I went through all of them and found that nineteen out of the twenty-four that could wear clothes are lacking something or another. I'm looking at roughly forty new pieces of clothing. Kind of bored near the end of writing down which NPC needs what, I have the following dialogue with my sister who just happened to be talking with me most of the time.
Me: What kind of armour do skeletons wear?
Her: Skeleton armour.
Me: Nevermind.
Her: Oh, oh! I know, witches armour.
Me: Really, nevermind.
Her: With the pointy nose (points to her nose), the pointy hat (makes a pyramind with her hands on her head), and the striped pippy long stockings (moves a finger down one leg).
Me: Ok, thank you..
She then proceeds to run into the Christmas tree, repeating the gremlins theme song and flailing her arms around wildly, making Ray Charles jokes.
She's so helpful, at times, but I think it's safe to say that today she wasn't.
I'll start the clothing process, placing them in my directory first. Don't expect a lot of valuable junk.
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2004 16 January :: 1.23 am
I'll feed you until you're hungry and then I'll feed you a little more.
I could whine (haha, you'll get it later) about all the stuff I haven't done but need to do, but I'd rather feed you some fun facts.
There's a new soul in town: pwhine. (Later sure is quicker these days.) If you love the soul as much as everyone else seems to, thank Rhayn. It was her idea, and a great idea at that. I told her it seemed like we needed a soul like that a long time ago. So I'm glad to see that being added onto the list. Servus' soul idea on clogdancing, however, may take longer before it is created.
Errrmm.. hum hum hum.. well that's all the fun facts. How fun was that?
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2004 13 January :: 1.46 am
Mind Implosion and Random Rants.
My mind feels like it's going to implode. The thing that keeps me laughing is when I tell myself in a little whiney, high-pitched voice, "I'm going to cry.."
Yesterday I went through thirty plus rooms, that I certainly did not have to, and made it all prettied up. It was something like three different creators that made a small little trail to nowhere significant, so everything in the room looked awful and didn't match up to its neighboring rooms. But it's all better now, and I am happy that it is over.
As for today, I went through over a hundred rooms because unfortunate little sar cannot work on double spaces. I sar'd a few things, but though all the rooms used basically the same description, a few words here and there were substituted or omitted from the descriptions and it looked, overall, incredibly shoddy. I then noticed a typo report suggesting the rooms have double spacing after sentences. It's hilarious, but I don't quite think players comprehend that the sewers is over one hundred files worth of repeated descriptions. What kills me is that the creator who used an inherit and still decided to use the same set_long's in each room, presumably knowing they could have added the set_long into the inherit, didn't add the set_long into the inherit at all. They didn't. And, especially, for an area of this size.. what were they thinking?! I started the double spacings and managed to add that into about twenty or thirty rooms, then decided to just go through all of them once again and remove the set_long altogether. So I copied the inherit file into my directory and fumbled around with it, but though I could have just used a completely generic description without referring to what is in the room (as in exits), I decided to write up something that'd be generic but have arrays for the exits, and if say north and east were the room exits, it'd say north and freakin' east in the description. I have yet to finish that. As it is, I'm getting a staggering amount of errors and it's demoralizing my ability to code. Oh, wait, I never had coding morale.
Some other things I've been working on, or idly playing with, include a PT ring. So I said things, as in plural, but I only listed one thing. It seems I retracted in mid-sentence, although you didn't see the retracting statement. A PT ring, yes. It was something more personal when I started it, then I decided to make it for a personal PT. A personal PT is an idea I had back when I first started coding. I would say Wilfred was my personal PT then. If I had something that needed testing I'd go to him. I don't really recall ever having another test my stuff. I guess I'm selective. So this beautiful little ring I still work on when I think I have a solution to its suckiness, but it's not yet ready for PT use. I need a PT check in it, I'll probably test the reset_drop dilly to make sure it's not annoying, then I thought of adding a check to make sure the PT is not in battle (preferably able to check that they weren't in battle in the past some odd minutes), not in jail or any other such rooms. Hey, better idea, maybe they have to be in a certain room to use it. Gee. I'll shut up now, about that.
Plans I have for Newbieland, other than finishing the NPCs and rooms, expansion! Expansion for two areas right now, but I might decide on other areas if I feel up to it.
The random bug/typo fixing really takes a lot of time though. It kind of interrupts whatever I'm doing, and I can't ignore it if I can fix it. And if I don't think I can fix it, but have access to the files, I'll still give it a good try. So I've got tons of shiiiiit that I've started and need to finish. Man.
That is why my mind feels like it's going to implode, verbose style.
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2004 8 January :: 9.02 pm
Newbieland.. I swear it could use a new name.
"You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to. So that when they turn their backs on you, you'll get the chance to put the knife in." Interesting profile from someone on my AIM list. We've talked about murders and I happen to believe he could be someone to take that back stabbing concept a little too literally. But anyway..
Tinaker has been on for about six hours today. You'd think I would have gotten something large done.. I actually only created one file and edited thirteen others. It's the new assignment I was given though, to go through Newbieland. So I shifted work from the NPCs to the rooms, a nice change I admit. I went through rooms I made two years ago, and that was fun looking at crap. Then a stupid idea came to me when I went through the Halfling Hideout.. actually expand the hideout idea. So I probably fucked up the description, adding my stupid idea, but that's ok. I spend a lot of time doing nonsense work, really. Like modifying an exit, but I hope players love that small change. It used to be you could just run into a certain room near the halflings and do whatever (yes, I'm being vague on purpose) but now you have to kill the halflings! It works clever with my plan of the halfing hideout, examining the room, finding the syntax, and subsequently finding what the halflings most likely hid when they decided to retreat to this hideout! Ok, so it was probably initially a fun little getaway, but I want it to be more like a fort.
I'm so evil.. making players actually have to do some effort these days. I'd still like to expand my little cave (the crap I mentioned earlier) whenever I get the chance. Well, I'm going to take a small break.
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2004 5 January :: 6.55 pm
It seems I was missing for a while. My bad.
Me : Man, this guy on AIM sent me a message and I don't really know him but he got this new username..
Sister : Fuck-you-go-to-hell.
(Walks away.)
Me : Oh, ok. I'll talk to you later.
I had this long-winded post written up but that would not do. So it seemed I took a break for a short while there. Plenty of reasons but it all leads to me feeling down and not wanting to talk to others in general. So I still checked emails, notes, stuff like that, but I didn't do the usual of mudding hours on end or sticking with forums I once went to. Basic stuff like that. And want to know the grand thing I was doing in my online absence? Sleeping. A lot. I probably spent seventy hours in bed the last five days. I didn't do much at all. When I wasn't sleeping I was most often watching something on the television. Just wasting my time away.
I'm feeling better though. I feel productive. I got some things done on Lost Legends but that doesn't amount to very much compared to what I still have left to do. Kartman got newbieland opened up, thanks to Yajra. I realized I overlooked some NPCs and changed bits that didn't need changing or needed more changing. Man. I'll be, still, working on Newbieland until further notice.
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