How did it happen? It's a simple story. On Wednesday I was running down the hall towards the performing arts center at school, late as usual. I was with Kelly, my piccolo soul mate, who was not far behind me. I turned around to tell her to hurry, and to my dismay, my wobbly platform shoes gave way. I landed with my entire 130 pounds plus gravity centered directly on my fifth metatarsal on the side of my right foot. It cracked audibly. Kelly heard it, I heard it. Then we started laughing.
So one of my metatarsals cracked in half. No big deal, right? Wrong. It bled like a mofo, creating the hugest bruise I've ever been witness to. I hopped on my left foot the rest of the way to the auditorium and somehow managed to force myself to walk up onstage to receive my Academic Boosters award along with the other senior nerds. It's a good thing I had a long list of credentials to read off, cuz it took me quite some time to make it to the stage.
Graduation is in one week. The trip my friends and I have been planning all year to Cedar Point is in two weeks. I'll be in a frickin' cast for six weeks to two months. It's not so bad, except I can't drive. I can't walk. I can't sit normally without my poor foot going numb. But on the bright side, at least it'll be off before orientation at U of M in August if everything goes as well as it's supposed to. In the mean time, I've got me some vicodin and ice cream.
Don't run in platforms. Feet break easily.
See also: Fifth Metatarsal Fractures
Morning!
Not much has happened yet today.
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Looking at the node tracker: Someone seems to be downvoting my old day- and dreamlogs. I mean, old.
I think those people must be pretty, uh, desperate. For couple of days now, I've been able to get rid of every vote I've been given, and that has involved NO daylog votedumping, I've just been voting "normally". (Tip for the uninitiated: I have 105 daily votes.)
Kids, there's no reason to votedump. I would guess I haven't yet voted about for most of the writeups in the database. Keep your eyes open.
(The reason for being able to do that was that I have a direct 'net connection from the work... It has always been hard on a dialup. =)
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Oh, and I like the E2 Chatterbox Archive. More and more cool noding tools. Always good.
Today's job: Uh, I need to make a LilyPond version of Stones. I finally found a good nice printed score a few days back, but that was in MusicTeX format...
Done Usenet. Maybe I should try some games now.
It's weekend, after all...
Umm, the goddamned bread baking doesn't seem to work in Exult, even after several tries...
Okay, so Exult isn't perfect. I did what everyone else would do: If the game cheats me, I cheat the game. Don't worry, I will do this in "ethical limits." No Ctrl+M unless the game fails to give me money - like it did now...
I got an Avatar costume, went to act the Avatar's part... well, the problem was, the director obviously didn't think I was too Avatar-like. (I can hear Charlie Chaplin laughing at me from beyond the grave... =)
I saw a cool-looking creature in the forest...
"Ah! What a cute widdle foxie-woxie!" - RalphyK, mother nature
"Ah! What a cute widdle foxie-woxie!"
- RalphyK, mother nature
I'm trying to make a thing I've wanted for some while now: THE Ultima Collection. I'm collecting all Ultimas I have on same CD-ROM. This includes Ultima 1-6 (from the infamous Encore distribution - I need to download a terabyte of manuals and patches to get this baby fly), The Complete Ultima VII, Ultima VIII (the Super Avatar Brothers), Ultima Underworld, Savage Empire (copyright note from the manual: "...reproduction without permission is strictly prohibited, and punishable by sending a Tyrannosaurus Rex to eat your mother.")... that's all I have, all I'm missing is UW2 and Martian Dreams. Some of these games I've never played. =)
I also included a directory called "Commodore 64 WaR3z" that has l33t 0-dAy WaR3z versions of the parts 1-6 (Yeah, I know, the U6 for C64 sucks, but the rest of the parts are better than PC versions)... Technically, I don't own these, but since I already have the "legal" PC versions and C64 versions are no longer sold, I think I have my right.
And all stuff copied... the grand total...
176 megabytes.
This is what I call an "explosive package"! Lots of bang for your byte =)
Now, onward to find the U1-6 manuals and patches...
Oh yeah, forgot to mention: The Fellowship in Ultima VII now, yes, reminds me of Scientology. At least in one thing: Both have "do I need this church?" style of questionnaire that is rigged to say the individual needs the church. (I mean, Batlin asked me whether I'd be more likely to kill a dog that attacks myself or someone else, and when I said someone else, he said I'm an überviolent person and need immediate care...)
Other day logs o' mine...
Noded today by y.t.: myomer Nova
Updated: Usecode goofs in game intro movies
International News Headlines: 2:29am, Pacific Standard Time
I'm covering for shm00kie this weekend. *concentrates on not screwing up*
Later, we go shopping. We buy enough foodstuffs to last us a month. What a surprise. (Thanks Dad!)
We go to a furniture place and I put down a layby on a new hallstand. What's with my sudden interest in decorating our house, when for so long it's just been an old bottle collection, second hand furniture and a tiny tv? Meh. I'm getting old. Making my nest nice .
Tonight we went to the pub with Dad, and I had 2 vodkas, two Baltiks and an Illusion. On the way home (only 2 blocks away, but we're lazy!) I get pulled over by the police. As soon as I see the blue and red lights reflecting off my rearview, I know I'm stuffed. "Fuck, I'm so fuckin fucked... Fuck this, oh my god fuck..." ... you get the picture. The cop finally gets out of the car and approaches me. "Good evening. Are you drunk?" /me, giggling like an idiot, because according to NSW law I'm not allowed to have even one drink in a night: "No!" The cop: "No need to sound so disappointed! Please blow into this..." The deed is done. I blow into the bag and my heart is racing. A million thoughts are going through my mind. Every possible scenario races past: I'm going to jail, I'm losing my license, I'll never get to be a journalist now (?!). But the thing that finally happened didn't occur to me at all: "That's fine. Have a good night." I can't believe it. My friends in the car can't believe it. I should have been dragged out of the car, kicking and screaming. I should have had to have gone into the police station. I should have been caught.
We drive to our friend's home around the corner, shocked. When we arrive, a large amount of alcohol is had by many, to toast my successful getaway/ the cop's leniency/ the cop's stupidity. Either way, I'm not complaining. My friend says that I only got away with it because I'm a girl. I don't know. I guess we'll never know("Excuse me, Officer, I'm pretty drunk, and I was just wondering why you let me go like that... just wondering!" Hmm, maybe not).
I learnt one lesson today. Don't drink and drive. The heart palpitations just aren't worth it.
/end moral story
Happy birthday to me.
I just learned about the day log. So this will be my first entry and hopefully not my last. I'm in total awe today as despite the problematic crashing of my computer I found that hundreds of people from all around the world are hitting my music site after my mention of the film producer. The film producer is another story another day perhaps. I find myself wondering why I do what I do and why people perceive me the way they do. In my eyes, I'm nobody yet some view me as something more. Go figure. I finally cleaned up the studio today and will work on the garage later (after mowing and cleaning the pool). It seems that there is definitely not enough time in the day to do what needs attention. I hate mowing yet love doing the manicuring of the flower beds and landscape. There is hundreds of things to do yet never enough daylight to do them. Its strange brain dumping here, as I usually keep it all to myself and express it in my music, but nevertheless kind of nice to reflect as I type on what's happening in my life. I bought Norton Utilities to try to detect the problem with my crashing computer but really wont know until tomorrow whether it works or not. It found hundreds of errors but I think its Black Ice firewall that may be the culprit. While I was at Wal-Mart, I found myself looking for something to buy. I really don't need anything as I have much more than I will use in a lifetime, yet I roamed the isles in search of anything I didn't need. Compulsive? Who knows, I get that way sometimes. Out of nowhere, I go buy something. Sometimes it can be an expensive urge as I have an overwhelming desire for the best, so it cost the most. I trimmed one of the birds wings today. He's the one that used to like to bite the hell out of me every time I got near him, but since I removed the mirror from his cage, he seems docile and loving. I left him out for a while since his wife was already out. She never bites and loves to be talked to. My Black Lab wasn't all to happy as he had to sit outside the whole time watching through the glass patio door. Well, off to mow. Maybe I'll jump in the pool after mowing and get it all funky before I clean it. Cheers TC
Yesterday was a blast, though I was hardly aware of it around the words 'keep going, keep going' in my head. My jobs are starting to pay off. Finally bought that scarab ring I wanted since my birthday last year, picked up the new Ani Difranco CD, and bought a bottl of SKYY vodka to share with my co-worker, Jada. (Can I mention the fact that she's hot?...can I? Well, she is.) It was my housewarming gift to her, and I got to meet her puppy, Molly, which incidentally is my old phone sex name. She cracked up about that.
I came home to a phone call from Griffin, and I got to talk to Onya, Jada's good twin from Florida. She's gonna come up for Griff's, Tiff's and my birthday......I think Jada will get a new roomie. It'd be too perfect.
Set up the booth at Fell's Point, only to be totally rained out. Not only that, but went back to get the tent only to find out it had been blown into the friggin' harbor! I was laughing too hard to bitch about the whole thing. Damn my Black Irish luck.
I don't know, a lot's going on, but I'm so busy, I can hardly think of what it was. OOooOoOooo...I have a bed now. THAT makes me happy! So I guess I need to catch up on my phone calls that have piled up since Wednesday and go blow up my bed.....Hmmmm. Looking forward to tomorrow. Yep. T'marry nite.
5:AM came, two hours after we parted ways... me with zot-fot-piq and her with the guy that gave me the wet-fish-handshake. Why couldn't I write this node..? I thought I should have been hurt, or mad as hell, but as hard as I tried I continued to feel nothing. Then it hit me... "holy crap... I don't care." I can't write about feelings I wouldn't have had, even if I did have feelings... not even for an interesting story.
Zot-fot-piq's insight for the evening was 'things' do not have to be so difficult... I didn't follow his context, but it made a lot of sense in my dilemma. (if one person says ANYTHING about "di-lemmanaid" I am just gonna snap) It's amazing how sometimes, it just comes down to making a simple decision. I am not going to force myself into thinking I should, or would have hurt feelings... my pain is not cool, because it doesn't exist... F'you, brain... you lose.
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