How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls, living in a fishbowl, year after year.
Running over the same old ground, have we found the same old fears?
Wish you were here.


I miss you, Aoi.

This is my favorite BJD story. Ever.
http://www.melancholykitties.com/gallery/bjd_lillybunny.asp


Anyway, I will *probably* be getting Limhwa For You.
Am windowshopping. I wonder what size wig / eye / clothes she wears... She's Unoa-sized, right???

/dies in an illogical fit of giggleysquirts

Silent Mercury is a friend-locked community. To be added, please leave a comment below.
Thank you.

Happy New Year.
Auld Lang Syne, and all that.

This journal is now friends only.
If you aren't an asshole, leave a message and I might add you, or something.

I like interesting people.

I'm going to stop being nice to people who are assholes.


Fin.

I feel like I'm going to die. My skin aches. My stomach rumbles. My period? No.




Why do we have to fight?
I'm talking about this.

I understand that certain things aggravate certain people.
But why bring out so much hate?

I added you to my friends list because when you're not going vicious, you're quite interesting, kai_nimura. But I'm considering removing you because of this.


Keep in mind that when you present yourself in this way, you propagate the hate. You make it impossible for people to take you seriously, for people to find you a person worth knowing. Because there are no faces and actions, we have to rely on your words. Because we have only your words, everything you say reflects (and shapes) the person we know as you.



Please stop the hate. You removed be from your friends list because I am also friends with genwaku_maniac. Your posts have all been locked up until recently.
I don't propose to tell you what to do, but I encourage you to consider what you're doing.
Please.


Sincerely, and as always, with best intentions,
Gany

Ahem.

Aspyr lied.
They said they'd fix it.
Did they?
No.



As usual, Mac users, despite using clearly superior operating systems, hardware, software, et cetera, are once again given the short end of the stick.
Neverwinter Nights. Did we get the simulation creator? No. We were promised, up and fucking down!, and did we get it? No. We barely even got the expansion packs.
Balder's Gate. Don't even get me started.
And now this. Sims2. First off, we didn't get the Homemaker utility, or SimPE (beta, but whatever) or half the other tools that PC users get. And now, we can't use the fucking cheats.
Aspyr ported the Sims from the PC to the Mac. Woohoo. Damn straight.
But they "forgot" to test "intprop censorGridSize 0", which is the "cheat" that removes the annoying blur from Sims when they pee, bathe, woohoo, et ceter.
"Oops!" said Aspyr. "We'll fix that in the next patch!"
So they release a patch.
Did it fix it? Yes and no.
Did it make the cheat work? Yes.
Did it make the cheat work the way it's supposed to? No, no nonononononononono....

Now the censor, instead of being "0 gridsize" is set to 8 grid size, when you set it to 0.
That's not a fix.
That's a mask.


In this day and age when violence is ok, murder is ok, death is ok, everything under the fucking planet is ok, and SEX IS NOT, this makes me sick.


So on San Andreas you can fuck girls. Woo de hooo de hoo.
Go fuck yourself, you egotistical self-righteous ethno-centric fucktards.
Keep your hands off my freedoms.



I hate America.

So... uh.... selurnis

What are we doing for Otakon?
What are the plans?



....'n stuff.


Gimme a call, or email me 'n let me know. 'N stuff.

Wednesday: 11 AM - Awoke from peaceful slumber to enjoy day off.
Wednesday: 9PM - Was called by father. Would I like to pick up sister at JFK at 6AM?
Thursday: 2AM - Left for Bridgewater to meet said father.
Thursday: 3AM - Arrived in Bridgewater to meet said father.
Thursday: 5AM - Arrived at JFK, ready to wait.
Thursday: 6AM - Rebecca arrives. W00t.
Thursday: 8AM - Arrive in Jersey proper. Diners. Traffic. Heat.
Thursday: 10AM - Called out of work, due to lack of sleep. Vision blurry; thoughts unjuxtaposed.
Thursday: 11AM - 24 hours without sleep. Crazyness settles in. Leave for home.
Thursday: 12AM - Home, sweet, home. Demands for cake met.
Thursday: 1PM - Naptime. Can't fall into true sleep, or jetlagging will occur.
Thursday: 3PM -Awaken from nap; can't recall (or tell) sleep occured.
Thursday: 8PM - Having a really hard time understanding why the sun is still up.
Thursday: 11PM - Now. Audible halucinations setting in.


That's 36 hours of awakeness, on two hours sleep.
I am tired, but the sleep will not come.

I feel like Elric of Melnibone, with a body so weak and damaged and broken, but a spirit so wild, as if the Higher Lords of Chaos themselves were laughing at my plight.



Arioch! Arioch! Blood and souls for my Lord Arioch!