March 2008 Archives
UGH
So now the Black Beast’s sound card has gone pooey, to the point where I’ve had to disable the damn thing in BIOS (naturally, it’s onboard) or have the box spontaneously reboot now and then. That’s nice. It seems to be behaving itself as long as it’s not trying to use the onboard sound, though, so I might go get a cheap sound card to pop in as a band-aid. Although it is probably time to suck it up and start saving to rebuild the stupid computer. >_<
On the plus side, I made awesome gyoza for dinner. I finally got the hang of the one-pan fry-then-steam/boil thing–part of the problem I was having before was just not using enough damn oil. \o/
Here, have some creepy.
Internet Archive: Details: The Conet Project – Recordings of Shortwave Numbers Stations [ird059]
You’re welcome!
\o/
100 Candles Chapter 7: Fukurou-no-ishi, part 1 is up. Part 2 is about halfway done. I was a busy monkey at the farm this weekend, yes. Writing, shooting at confetti eggs, mocking up a cockatrice nest…
Bruxelles Artifact GET
We’re still not sure exactly what happened with that one or why it took so long to surface, and what appears to be our Big Evil has made his/her/its debut by stealing a piece of the Codex that’s already been found. Exactly what good that’s supposed to do him/her/it I don’t know, seeing as how basically the entire Interweb has .pdf copies of it by now, but whatever.
WALL OF BLUEBONNETS
Holy crap, we got bluebonnets.
Also: .22 pistol + confetti eggs = fun for the whole family! Airsoft pistol + confetti eggs = not quite as much fun, but the eggs did last longer. It took between five and eight direct hits to do more than poke a hole in the shell.
Finally, obligatory Lost Ring dorkery as I’m catching up with what I missed over the weekend:
Lost Ring dorkery
Me: *is idly watching Omphaputer globe spin around while engraving things*
Globe: *has what appears to be a red dot nobody’s mentioned, somewhere in the northwest US/southwest Canada region maybe but it’s hard to tell because the damn thing does not stop ever, does not give you anything to go on but patterns of little lights shaped more or less like continents, and twirls around to the worst possible angle whenever you see something you’d like to examine more closely*
Me: !!! *squint*
Red Dot: *is still there*
Me: omg new dot! *races to forums to see if anyone else has noticed*
Forums: *say nothing about OMG NEW DOT IN US/CANADA*
Me: OMG! *pulls up Google Maps, starts feeding cities to Omphaputer* Seattle? Vancouver? Calgary? Redmond? Tacoma?
Omphaputer: nope nope nope nope nope
Me: …OLYMPIA! YES!
Omphaputer: lol nope
Me: *squint* Okay, right, it’s a little too far southeast, maybe it’s–
Red Dot: *is Boise*
Boise: *was discovered eons ago*
Me: …….well, shit. n/m. *goes back to watching globe spin*
Apparently people have found red dots in what looks like Chile and possibly Morocco, but nobody seems to have figured out a city that works for either of them.
Also, whoever found the Bruxelles artifact and quietly fed the recovery code to the Omphaputer without telling a soul? Obviously you aren’t just a non-player who happened to stumble upon a strange document hidden behind an ink etching on the wall, you knew what you had and what to do with it or the Omphaputer wouldn’t be saying “RECOVERED.”
See also CLASS, PLEASE SHARE WITH THE. >:(
(If you are the individual or individuals playing Eli Hunt and him quietly grabbing a piece of the Codex and keeping it to himself is part of the game, well played and please disregard)
pfffff
Some douche just e-mailed me, offering to sell me chaobell.com for the LOW LOW PRICE of …
…$457.
I told him where he could stick his unsolicited sales pitch. But hey, if anyone wants to be my evil Intarweb doppelganger, now you know how much it’ll cost!
……srsly why would he think anyone would even want it
\o/
In accordance with the deadline I set for myself here, I just submitted a short story to a paying market. Now all I have to do is wait to hear back from them. Which should, according to the submissions page, take about…um, three months.
….*die*
…okay, it pays $10 for fiction, whatever, it’s a start.
