Random Chaos

Appropriate that after my hiatus from writing and reading, I get right back into the spirit of things by doing a post on reading.

When I was a kid, I read before I could read. My mom and dad instilled a love of words into me (perhaps why I was always told I talk too much when I was growing up—I LOVED words). I’d pester them as they read their books and the newspaper (remember those?), constantly asking “What’s this word?” as they read to me. This is probably why, before I was old enough to be sent to school, they taught me how to write. I remember sitting at my little yellow table in the middle of the hallway, in front of Mom’s closet that we never really opened that much—I would later sneak in, find her old glamorous clothing from her model career—and I learned how to write my letters. That came AGONIZINGLY SLOWLY—the problem was, I was a born leftie and my mom was training me right-handed. (The relic persists in sports.)

But reading came fast.

Before I knew it I’d blown through all the stuff in my room and was looking for something more challenging to read, something bigger across than a piece of an inch.

This was why my dad spent a day plucking me off of progressively higher bookshelves in the house: Stephen King is not appropriate reading material for a five-year-old.

Weirder still, my favorite part of books was when you opened that new book for the first time—the faint creak in the spine, and that delicious, delicious new-book smell: like the faintest vanilla and some unknown, long gone spice. Before I began reading a book, I’d crack it open to the middle, where that smell was strongest, inhale deeply, then flip to the actual beginning of the book, that aroma still tickling my nostrils.

(I honestly don’t think they thought about it all that hard: I grew up in an area where it was a rare sight to find someone reading at their grade level, let alone above it as I did.)

Two weeks passed. I started to think that the books would never show up. Then, one day, I come home and there’s this…MOUNTAIN of books sitting on my bed. I squeal, run in to give my parents rib-crushing hugs—and then shut myself in my room to read.

The Issue

Cheap, foreign-made cars are becoming increasingly popular, causing concern in Tephireth's automobile manufacturing industry.


The Debate

( PROBABLY IN THE PROTOTYPE SOL MORTIS… )

Gonna need to do more research when I get home but I do know Cecil and Rufus are going to have their Hero armor designed by Kefka, who has a habit of talking really quiet—and demonstrating the many many ways that one can destroy a superhero's suit. And this is WITHOUT worrying about the vigilante Kain Highwind...

I’m beginning to understand what paid editors feel like.

I’m STILL working on that thing I said I’d beta—

Again with the migraines, which is why I’m spending a quiet night doing writing and editing, not RP or date night as was the original plan (Hells, I just woke up).

INCOMING RANT.

( AND THE RANT EVEN HAS A WARNING LABEL. )

The blergh:  the persistent migraines.  I’m taking my meds like I should but the headaches keep flaring up.  I’m thinking it’s a combination of blood sugar and blood pressure.  So I’m going to make sure that I don’t skip meals, and make sure that I don’t let people SHOVE ME AROUND! like I have been lately.  Do not need.  Do not want.

This day will be spent trying to recover from being up too damned late last night.  I blame a ridiculous amount of iced coffee and a ludicrous running gag involving *clears throat* *uses a bizarre accent* saltwater taffy.

…THIS IS WHY I SHOULD NEVER BE ALLOWED NEAR A COMPUTER, WORD PROCESSOR, PHONE, VIDEOPHONE, OR ANY SORT OF METHOD OF COMMUNICATION WHEN I AM SLEEP-DEPRIVED.  @#$% gets stoopid, yo.

I’m currently looking for shiny things to get the BF.  I kinda had a crisis when his birthday rolled around (Thank you, housing department.  YOU SUCK) and my money was eaten by emergency cleaning supplies.  I’ve got two things in definite mind, but I won’t mention them here.  He might be reading.  There will be a number of them, and thanks to my extensive knowledge of eBay-Fu, it shouldn’t break the bank even though it’s the slow season.

And I’m not f-locking just because I want him to go “HUH?  WHAT IS IT!?!?ONEeleventy.”  Hey, I can be awesome with the grabbing of shiny things for other people.  As far as things go I’ve basically finished buying shiny things for myself for the year.  The next big purchase I’m making for myself is going to be tickets to the Distant Worlds concert.  …I don’t know if I’m going to both shows.  If I were to do that I would have to pull wicked hours, do wicked cheap fooding, stop buying so much soda—

OH WAIT.

Here comes the win.

Dull day... sort of.  For a rundown, proceed to the commentary below.  It gets interesting in the end.

( Ah, yes, commentary. )

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While I am still working on a certain Kink Meme request—and did you know that our humble Dissidia/Duodecim meme has been featured on the Kink Meme page on TV Tropes?—I did finally finish a custom quest!

Now I just gotta figure out how to upload it.  What the fuckflans was my Mediafire access code again…?

I’ve blown myself breathless (HAHAHA) practicing my ocarina today (two hours straight whut) and the internet signal is still not reliable for more than three hours at a time, and so I’m going to use the time constructively.  I’m spending an hour betaing a fic for a fellow Deviant, and then I’ll spend an hour cleaning my apartment.

Well, it’s largely done, save for the counter area—and that’s just bad because I just cooked.  This is now more in the way of maintenance.  That should take maybe 45 minutes.  Then it’s a whole lot of NOTHING.  That’s right: I’m taking Saturday Night off.

Detail the Bathroom: 1/1
Unclutter the Bed, Sofa, and Chair: 0/1
Clean the Stove/Oven:  0/1
Clean the Kitchenette Area:  0/1
Clean the Home Altar Area:  0/1

Now that the unimportant shit is detailed, on to something important:

FIRST IMPRESSIONS OF FFIX.

( OH GODS WE JUST CRASHED )

EDIT:  9:11 PM CDT.

I ought to explain my offline-ness here:

I’ve managed to catch a bug of some sort.  I got one ear whistling, one ear just not registering at all, laryngitis, and my sinuses are exploding on me.

I’d assume head-cold if it weren’t for the fact that I don’t get ear issues with a head-cold—and I’ve been hearing things wrong/not hearing them at all for the last day and a half.

If neither one has popped by tomorrow afternoon I’m seeing a doctor.

Now, where’s the Sudafed…?

The ending of 013 is lovely. Everyone goes home, with their crystals still shining with the light of the goddess Cosmos—with the exception of the Warrior of Light, who begins walking to from what I can guess is the south, moving toward the city of Cornelia, castle spires shining in the distance. He holds his crystal in one hand.

I’ll break the argument here to mention something that suddenly makes sense. The crystal that the Warrior of Light carries is blue, representing the Water Crystal in his world. The Water Crystal is located in the Sunken Shrine, near the town of…Onrac.

Consider the things that you learn in the reports, and keep them in mind, as I continue.

It’s a lovely image, isn’t it? Too bad that for all intents and purposes, it doesn’t happen.

…yes, I’ve overthought this.